Chapter 2 Take it seriously
"Why is this place so small?"
"Cause you're here."
"How come I can't go outside?"
"Because wild girls were ment to be put on leashes."
"..How come she sleeps in my room?" Brat complained pointing over to Brute who rolled her eyes in annoyance. We we're sitting at the table eating breakfast. Not everyone was liking the fact of moving to Townsville. Mostly Brat though.
I had to agree with her on one thing. Staying inside all the time was making me feel closed up. Plus my baggy eyes made it look as if I had one too many or I was apart of some extreme survival team.
"Zip it already!" Bunny snapped, then placed her hand on my shoulders and with a soften face she said, "Lady Buttercup, are you excited for your wedding?" She added more bacon on my plate. Brick and Boomer frowned.
"Um, sure." I said calmly that made worry faces across the table. Maybe I should have been more enthusiastic? Butch held his fork above his plate, having almost the same look he did from my dream. He said sarcastically "You wanna try answering that, again? Maybe add a small grin because that tone in your just isn't exciting enough."
"Maybe we should talk about something else? Like the whether?" Brute quickly suggested. She knew exactly where this conversation was headed. Again. This was nothing new. Ever since we got here when someone asked about our wedding I, mistakenly wouldn't act as if I was happy about it. More like no act at all and when Butch heard me all hell broke loose.
"No way." Brick smirked, leaning back in his chair "I don't need to be a weather man to predict whats about to hit up in here."
"A tornados coming? Shouldn't we be running for shelter?" Boomer asked looking around.
"Too late."
Well I had to say something now that everyone was looking at me. But what could I say? "OMG! I'm like excited to be marrying you, Butch! I'm going to be your wife and your going to be my hubby! We can even get that in writing on matching t-shirts and wear it around as if we've got no stress in the world!"? The only thing I could say was, "..Yay. Whoo?" I even added a fist pump. That just made it worst. Couldn't tell if everyone was pissed or dissatisfied?
Well Butches emotions were easy to read. He slowly shook his head then dropped his fork on the plate. Standing up he shot a look at Brick and Boomer, "Come on you guys. I gotta go do that thing."
"Oh, god. Not that thing!" Brick groaned, "We aren't punching bags, you know?" But there was no way out of Butches death glare. Boomer stood up taking his food with him.
"Consoling works to," Brick whispered standing, then looked at me with hateful eyes and said, "Thanks, Bc."
Once he left it was just the girls and I. In the air was tension and I could feel a boring lecture coming on.
"You should know by now that joking around with Butch about this wedding is no joking matter." Brat said twirling her fork. I know this bra-wearing-bitch isn't trying to tell me what's right? Butch and his little tantrums are uncalled for! Why am I the only one that sees that?
"Lady Buttercup, this wedding is a big deal. You'll become queen of the monster world! You can't keep joking around or play games." Bunny reminded me. Brute stayed quite looking down into her pancakes.
"Help me out here, cause I'm lost." I rested my chin on my hands "You asked if I was excited about the wedding and I told you sure. What the hell did I do wrong?"
"Do you know how many girls would kill and over kill to take your place?!" Brat snapped at me, "Your not just marrying anybody! Put some pep in your attitude towards this wedding and him. The least you could do is let him have your virginity, already."
I didn't feel like staying to hear the rest. Standing up I placed my fork on the plate. Bunny looked at me odd, "What are you doing? Please don't be upset!"
"Me? Upset? No, see if I was upset then I would take this fork and," I paused throwing the fork, hard, back on the table making it shake. The others looked shocked at me but I only smiled and said, "stick it up someone's ass. Good, day." I turned myself in a wolf and dashed out the house before the others could stop me. I just needed to get away from that place.
(Downtown)
"I really like how no one cares about my feelings." I thought aloud while walking the empty street. "If Butch is upset they all pity him! When I'm mad or sad it's like their giving me the middle finger! Well middle finger to them too!"
"Ahh!" someone across the street screamed. My eyes caught what looked to be a thirteen year old girl rushing down the sidewalk. Chasing after her was a blond-haired girl with a large blood stain on her face and white T-shirt.
"Crap, Bubbles." Quickly I turned myself into a wolf sped after them.
Note: To make up for the short first chap, I tried to make this one a bit longer. Anyway, tell me what you think. REVIEW!
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