Don't Fall For Me.

Chapter Eight

Buttercup Pov.

The practice ended, I was exhausted. I hurriedly went back home and took a bath. Blossom was there, reading a book in the living room.

As I was enjoying my bath, Blossom walked in, with a pretty grouchy look.

"What?"

"Look at this?"

She held out some kind of paper, an envelope. It was from the Professor—Our dad.

"It came out in the mail earlier."

I opened it, it was intended for me. Not Blossom, or Bubbles, but me. I slowly read it. My eyes widened. What the hell is this shit?

"The Professor arranged some kind of marriage contract for you and some guy named Drake. He's in New York, son of a company president. I'm guessing he wants you to marry him because of his family's business."

What.

No fucking way.

I threw the letter away.

"I'm not going to do this."

Blossom looked at me, worried.

"I'm with you here. You don't even know this guy. What is the Professor thinking?"

I don't want to marry. Especially not with someone whom I haven't met before and don't even love. It feels so, unfair.

I glanced up, the clock stroke 8. It was time.

I ran. I was at the studio in a nick of time. Everybody was already there, too.

"Jake, Here."

He gave me this white suit. I guess this was the attire for the concert. I put it on quickly before anyone could see me do it. I caught up to Butch, who was looking rather splendid in the suit, all manly and tough. He even had poise. He smiled, whispering 'Good Luck' to me. I gathered all of my confidence. This was the night I've been waiting for. I stood there tall, beside Butch and everyone else.

Then…

We sang.

We performed.

The crowd went wild.

We rocked the stage.

It all lasted for Five hours. We were all tired from it. My finger ached as did my ears. It was the best night of my life. Everybody cheered us on, especially at Butch. He looked at me, with sweat dripping from his face, he still looked cool even when sweating. He walked up to me, patting me on the head as I smile at him.

"You did great."

"T-thank you."

"Buttercup."

What.

9:35 am

I blinked, it was already morning. I couldn't believe it.

Blossom prepared breakfast; I scratched my head, still aching from what happened last night. All I could remember was the singing and the screaming. And Butch—How he knew of Jake's real identity. After calling out my name, he simply smiled and said nothing. I slowly walked away with everybody else busy signing autographs. I headed home and dozed off, wanting to forget what he just said. But how? How did he know?

And of he knew, how come he didn't kick me out?

I ate sloppily, much to Blossom's chagrin. After that I put on my casual clothes and went out, taking a walk or something like that. I want to forget everything, especially Butch and let's not forget about the letter Professor sent me. Damn it! Damn everything.

Walking along the street, I see Butch. Wherever I go, I always end up seeing him everywhere, Weird. He was standing in front of some ice cream shop. He was with Karin, He gave her a necklace, a gold necklace with a tint of red in it. She didn't seem happy though, he looked as he put it around her neck. Their faces were really close to each other's. Brick stared at Karin's lips intensely with her just ignoring him. I couldn't help but stare. The two looked perfect together, talented musician and a professional dance instructor. Makes sense, to be honest I was a bit jealous.

Butch got in closer, reaching for her lips. When he did, Karin didn't mind, she just let Butch kiss her like that. Emotionless, that's what her face says. Butch stopped, he looked at her at awe and let go of her neck, walking away. I stood there, having watched every single thing. What the hell? Have I turned into some kind of stalker?

Butch walked. He really walked away, not even turning back. Does that mean he's completely given up? He won't chase Karin anymore? Wow. Never knew he had it in him. Karin, on the other hand, walked in the opposite direction. Wow, just like that?

I went and had myself a chocolate milkshake. I was still thinking about things, my problems to be exact.

"Buttercup?"

I look and there's Brick, tough luck.

"Hey."

"You seem down."

Brick said, he joined me in my walk and we talked about some things.

"How's Blossom?"

"Really? You really have to ask? Why not go there yourself and ask her that?"

I brushed off, sipping my milkshake.

"I don't know. She's always mad whenever I'm around."

"Are you kidding me? She's always mad, everything gets on her nerves."

Brick laughed. "Guess so."

"Yet you love her. Love her very much."

He eyed me. "How'd you know—"

"Obvious. Brick. Too Obvious."

He chuckled and snorted at me. I swear, talking to Brick and teasing him about Blossom makes me laugh too.

"How's your life, Buttercup?"

"Same as always, crappy."

"How can you say?"

"I don't know. I'm so confused about how I'm feeling these days."

"I see. That's adolescent for you."

"What? You jerk."

I hit him in the back and laughed so hard, he ran away, I chased him, grabbed him by the hat and he fell. Pretty laughable if you ask me, he looked like a kid.

"How was the concert?"

"Concert? —Ah, Butch told you, didn't he?"

"Nah, I kind of knew. Seeing you wear boy clothes explained everything."

"So you told Butch?" I glared at him.

"No, he's pretty smart you know."

"Ah."

Our conversation was pretty long though it ended in nowhere. Brick sure is a nice guy, I'm able to tell him everything—literally. He's a good listener and he gives you his own opinions on things too. I can't see why Blossom hates this guy, he's charming and understanding.

It wasn't long when Butch caught up to us. He looked pretty depressed. Brick patted him on the back, asking why he's looking so glum. Butch just nodded then looked at me, having this weird look in his eyes. I looked somewhere else—avoiding eye contact. I simply could not look at him again now that he knows I'm Jake.

"I'm going home." He whispered. He sounded tired, too. Probably from Karin. Brick nodded and looked at me, smiling. I could tell he's trying to tell me to let him go. I nodded in respond. The two dashed off, Brick trailing Butch. I guess I'm walking alone again.

A few days has passed and I've been feeling horrible. I've been skipping band practice, to avoid Butch and probably the others too, considering they might already know of my identity as well. Blossom left too, on to pursue her studies again. I haven't seen Butch, or Brick in these last few days either. My life went back to normal I guess, I'm all alone again.

My phone rang. As I got it, I saw it was James again, maybe he's going to ask me why I haven't been at the studio lately. I don't even know if I should answer it or not. Confused, I finally clicked the confirm button.

"H-Hello?"

"Yo Jake! Get your ass here!"

He said, sounding grumpy. Could he be mad because I imposed as a boy to get into their band? Don't tell me they think I'm a crazy fan girl who wants to be in just so I can stalk them, do they? I hope not.

I courageously went there.

As Jake…

"Hey you idiot! How come you're ditching practice lately? Go clean up the studio as punishment."

They said.

Good, They still don't know.

I stepped in; the studio's a mess. I couldn't believe it. They so did this on purpose. Those bastards. Just then, I heard a large sigh, a man's voice. And here I thought I was the only one left. I see Butch sitting right in front of me, looking right at me.

Butch.

"Ah."

"Butterbutt,"

"W-why are you here?"

"Haven't been attending practice. You too huh?"

"Y-Yeah."

I started cleaning, Butch just sat there, as if he was thinking about something. Daydreaming. I cleaned as fast as I could, wanting to get out of here as fast as possible, I want to get away from him too. With all the mess I happen to trip and land on my head, now that hurt.

I couldn't get up, the fall hurt like hell. The next thing I saw was Butch, carrying me.

Wait.

Carry?

He placed me on the sofa, looking at my knee. It was fucking bleeding. I washed it with a cloth and tapped my head carefully. "Does it hurt? That bad?" He asked, I nodded in pain. He got up and came back with some ice cubes. Placed some on my head, it all lasted for hours. It was really awkward; I really wanted to get out of here.

"Do you hate me so much?"

"What?"

"Why do you want to leave so badly?"

"Ah."

I shook my head. the blood came right up. It hurt again.

He kept my head still. I rested on his chest. He placed more ice cubes, holding them firm to my head. Now it really felt awkward, we were in a really awkward position. This is making me more nervous than ever.

It wasn't a while that I began to doze off.

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