Don't Fall For Me.

Chapter Seven

Buttercup Pov.

I brought Butch to my apartment. He slept the whole day. I still couldn't believe it—The guy molested me. Damn him. It was a good thing I didn't feel dizzy too. I slapped him hard enough to make him go back to sleep so I had a lot of time to carry him here. Blossom was enraged when she saw me carrying Butch drunk. She lectured me again about getting drunk and not being careful. It went on for hours I tell you.

Three hours pass and Butch finally awakens. He sees Blossom and me looking at him. He looked confused. "Butterbutt? Where am I?" He asked immediately. I glared at him, "My house you drunk retard." I said with Blossom hitting me from behind. "Ow." I murmured.

"Where's Jake?" He asked.

"He went back home. He lives very far, so he went and asked me if he could drop you by here." I came up with the lamest excuse in just a nick of time.

"I see. That's good." Good thing he bought it.

"I didn't know you two were tight." He said.

"We were—we met in high school. Something like that."

Blossom giggled. She saw it funny how I was making up such stories to cover up Jake's true identity. Butch bought it all though, Glad to hear that.

Butch got up and noticed his cheek. It was red and hot. He looked mad.

"You going home?"

"Yeah. See ya."

He stood up and headed towards the door. I could only see his back leaving.

"Nicely done, Buttercup."

"What do you mean by that?"

Blossom chuckled. I have a very wicked sister.

Butch Pov.

Man that sure was tiring. I better head home, Boomer's probably panicking right now. He can such a mother figure these days. I hopped on the bus and was off. From my point of view, I guess I was gone for about a day now. I can't remember anything really. All I know is that my face hurts like hell. I don't know why.

Reaching my stop, I prayed that Boomer won't panic and Brick won't scold me. I opened the door and find out my two brothers are gone. The whole house was quiet, really quiet. I checked every room, no one. They didn't even left me any food and I'm starving here like crazy.

I sat on the couch, looking at the ceiling. It was quiet so It left me nothing to do than stare at the goddamn ceiling. I didn't know what to do. Should I call Jake? Wait, why him? Why not call Karin?—Karin, I haven't though about her since, like, forever I guess. Come to think of it, I don't have Jake's number. That's odd. We're close now, so how come I haven't got his fucking number? Meh, I'll ask him tomorrow.

I got up, got sick of staring at the ceiling and went to bed. My head was still killing me that I couldn't take it.

The Next Day…

This time I really went and looked for Jake. I went to the studio with everyone being there, except for Jake. Where the hell is he? Wait, Now why am I going crazy about where he is? Am I turning gay here? I sure hope not. I asked some of my band members if they have Jake's number. Luckily, they did.

I ended up buying a cappuccino where Butterbutt works, and as usual, she was there. Serving the customers with such a bright smile. I dialed Jake's number in and tried to call him. All of a sudden when the dial tone was connecting, Someone's phone was ringing. Could it be Jake? Was he here? No, I don't see him anywhere.

Buttercup Pov.

Ah Goddamnit, my phone's ringing. I can't get it. Why? Because I know it's Butch calling 'Jake' and If I answer it, he'll wonder why I got Jake's phone—He'll find out the truth. I couldn't risk that happening so I hid the phone In my apron pocket. The phone kept ringing as Butch kept on looking around, trying to find 'Jake'. I pretended not to care about Butch and did my job with ease. I could see Butch pretty mad about Jake not picking up so he shut it, so did the phone's ringing.

Now I know, he's suspicious about that. Could it be a coincidence? No, it couldn't have. He stood and glared at everybody, including me. I pretended not to see. He went to the counter and ordered for a cake, I acted normally. He didn't notice a thing at all. It was like playing hide and seek.

Just as things were going fine, both Butch's phone and mine started ringing. It was James, the band's lead guitarist, calling to tell us about the practice. Butch answered it, I hid down the counter and answered it as well, keeping my voice down low.

It was about the concert tonight. We need to get ready, it'll be big time. As the phone call ended, I shut it off, as did Butch. I ended my shift and got dressed in the dressing room. I noticed Butch was gone already so it should be safe now. I put on my trunks, loose t-shirt and glasses, I also messed up my hair. I slowly and carefully took off, making sure no one saw that.

"Buttercup."

I turned.

Brick.

"What are you doing wearing boy clothes? Cross-dressing your new hobby?"

"N-No! It's just something I ought to wear. Well, see you Brick."

Brick doesn't know I was in Butch's band, right? Then it should be fine, I won't get caught. But why—why do I feel so nervous?

The practice started, I could feel Butch staring at me. I could tell he was mad because I didn't answer his calls. I could only act normal, playing like usual along with the others. The song was really good, so did Butch's voice. It was soft, singing heavenly with such emotions.

Could I be falling for him?

No—That's impossible.

I concentrated on the music, my hands and the others. I looked at Butch, singing. This time I couldn't stop. I couldn't look away. My eyes were stuck on him, his pretty face and his wonderful voice. My hands moved on its own too and ruined the rhythm.

"Ah."

"Jake, you okay?"

"Y-yes. Sorry!"

Butch looked at me. I looked back.

Those eyes.

Those green eyes.

No, Stop.

I don't love him.

And I'm not falling for him, either.