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Teenager Post #7231: That walk of shame when you fail at throwing a ball of paper into the bin.

Butch shouted in victory as another paper ball landed right into the trash can. He turned to Buttercup and smirked.

"Your turn, babe."

"Your turn, babe." Buttercup mimicked. She crumbled up an incomplete math test and threw it into the bin.

"Wooh!" Buttercup threw her arms in the air and started dancing around Butch's desk.

"3-2, Bitch! Suck on that!" Buttercup shouted in his face. Butch smirked again.

"Well, there is something I would love to suck." Butch said, looking her body up and down hungrily. Buttercup scoffed and smacked the back of his head.

"I wanna try." Boomer said from the middle of room.

The greens looked at him in shock.

"You wanna bite my girlfriend. I will fuck you up, bro." Butch said.

"What? No! I wanna throw a paper ball in the bin."

"Well, go ahead. We ain't stoppin ya."

Boomer crumbled up a piece of paper in his hand. He pulled his arm up and slowly pulled it back. With a sharp flick of the wrist, the ball flew through the air towards the trash can. The ball hit the rim, slid around it for a while until it finally fell...onto the ground. The greens burst into a fit of laughter as Boomer slowly got up and walked towards the ball, his head down in shame. When he sat back into his seat, he felt a warm hand on his back. He turned to look at Bubbles and smiled softly as she comforted him. She grabbed the paper ball from his hand and in one wuick second, thrust it in the air to smack Butch right in the middle of his forehead. Bubbles glared at him dangerously.

"Don't ever hurt my Boomie's feelings again or I will rip your throat out!" Bubbles shouted.

Butch stared at her in shock and a little afraid, too. Butch leaned towards Buttercup.

"Babe, your sister is scary as fuck!"

"I know.." Buttercup whispered back, staring at Bubbles. Bubbles suddenly cutely smiled and, turned to Boomer, and began having a conversation like nothing had just happened.

A/N: R&R, please...