Hey guys! Just about time I updated, huh? :)

Idk. I keep making Buttercup seem nice even when I try to make her mean. Never ends up how I plan. -_-

Anyways, I still think it's a good chapter. Hope you enjoy it! :D

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters other than the ones that aren't in the original cast of the ppgz and ppg. I don't own Starbucks or any place other than Piperton unless that is actually a town. O_o

Yeah.. lol.

Chapter 2 – Buttercup - Enemy or Friend?

The day started off as the perfect way to wake up. It was a Friday and I'm alone in a beautiful home surrounded by nothing but a beautiful field of green grass. I live in a part of the city where there is a lot of land. I have a large front yard and back yard surrounded by white fence. It cost me about fifty-three thousand dollars because I'm a minor. If I were an adult, it would have cost me double. It was a white and blue two story house with a basement. I put a lot of flowers out in my yard to make it look full. But my back yard has just two trees almost side by side. I put a hammock between them so I could rest there whenever I need it.

After my alarm clock rang at six in the morning, I decided to get ready for school. I put on my lime green tank top, black leather pants, lime green lace up boots, and my black studded leather fingerless gloves. I put on my eyeliner and mascara to make my eyes stand out. Then I straightened my raven-colored hair and just covered my hair with hairspray and teased it to volumize it, then topped it off with a lime green bow.

I headed out my door at seven to start walking to school. It was about a mile and a half away, so it took me around thirty to forty minutes to get there. Twenty if I'm running. But I think I'm gonna walk today. It just seems like a good morning to enjoy. The moon is still out, but the sky is that light blue that reminds me of Bubbles. Even though she could be a bitch at times, I still loved her. I definitely miss her. But she treated me like shit, which made me the bitter person I am today, but at least I still care about her. I guess. I still want to smack the hoe. Her and Blossom.

As I was walking, I came across the aroma of coffee and sugar, as I did every morning. Starbucks was just down the street from my home and conveniently down my path as I walked to school. I decided to go inside and buy a mocha Frappuccino. When I entered the coffee shop, the customers inside stared at me with fear. I waved to everyone as if nothing was wrong. Really, nothing was wrong. I was in a good mood. Everybody that was in line chose to let me cut in front of them. I looked around and thanked each and every one of them, which shocked them to say the least. As I walked up to the counter, the cashier began to flinch. I looked down at his nametag. His name was Steve.

"Welcome to Starbucks, what may I make you today?" he asked quietly, slightly shaking. I raised my brow at him, thinking to myself what a baby. I shook my head and began to order.

"Yeah, Steve. Uh, just a mocha frap would be awesome." I smirked. He nodded and began on my drink. I turned around to find everybody staring at me more intensely. It was becoming slightly awkward. I turned back around to see that the cashier finished preparing my frap.

"It's on the house." He told me holding my drink out. I began to chuckle and pulled out a five dollar bill from my wallet.

"If this is on the house, then this is your tip. Have a good day." I smiled, taking my coffee drink from his hand and replacing it with a five dollar bill. His eyes became wide, as so did the people inside the place did too. I exited the shop with a smirk on my face as I passed by many puzzled faces.

I began to laugh to myself at how frightened this town is of me. It's funny how one thing done at school could make the news and newspaper and scare the whole population of the city. I took a few sips of my mocha frap while giggling. All of a sudden, somebody ran and knocked my drink from my hands. What a bastard! I stared at my drink that splattered all over the sidewalk, then looked up at the asshole who caused my hand to "slip". He looked at me with mischievous forest eyes while his onyx-colored hair swayed in the spring breeze.

"Are you going to pick that up?" He asked me sarcastically. I put a hand on my hip and began to speak.

"Are you going to pay me back for this?" I snapped my neck. He smirked and put a hand on his chin.

"Nah. I'm good, thanks. I heard you were the most feared in the city. I thought I should come by and see who you were, but from what I saw over there, you just seem like a sarcastic bitch, just as I predicted!" he shouted at me. Now my morning turned into a steaming pile of shit, but I tried to control my temper, or to at least keep my composure.

"Look," I sneered. "I woke up all happy and in a good mood. Then you, the biggest bastard on the planet, decided to piss me off. Why did you come down here to challenge me?"

"I also wanted to come live here. If people can fear a little girl, such as yourself, it would give them a better reason to fear me. I have a criminal record." He smiled proudly, sticking his chest out. I punched his stomach and crossed my arms.

"What? Stealing lollipops from kids and knocking their drinks out of their hands? Some fearful person you are." I said sarcastically. He held his stomach in pain, but tried to keep it to himself. I began to calm down.

"No you stupid bitch. I stole a flat screen television, a dog, five million bucks, and didn't pay rent for three years!"

"And you aren't in jail?" I asked in curiosity. He shook his head.

"They kicked me out of the city." He frowned. I looked at the time at my watch. It was seven-thirty.

"Hey, um, it was nice meeting you, kid. But I gotta get to school." I began walking off. He looked at me and started to walk with me.

"Oh, what time does it start?"

"Eight-ten."

"I start today too. We can walk together."

"I suppose we already are."

"Oh, yeah."

"So, you got any family?"

"I had a dad and two brothers. I mean, I still do, but you know…" he trailed off. I frowned.

"They didn't come with you?"

"They said I was good for nothing. Just a failure. I always break the law and do nothing but shame the family. Not that I had a five star family anyways." He said bitterly. He's pretty open about his problems. It's pretty weird how he can relate to me. I guess I could tell him about my problem in return.

"Well, I had a dad and two sisters. My dad is a scientist and my sisters are just bitches. They all live in Townsville. They also think I'm good for nothing. They said that I'm the ugliest sister out of all of us and that I am not worth a second of anybody's time. I'm not even good enough to be in a relationship with a guy I really liked." I explained. He looked at me distinguished eyes. Very interested in what I had to say.

"So what drove you off the wall to move down here?" He asked in curiosity.

"Well, if you really want to know, my dad went out of town for a while, and my sisters threw a party. Of course, I was excluded from the party because I'm not pretty enough or suitable enough to be a part of their game, so I went to my room upstairs. They were playing spin the bottle/truth or dare and one of my sisters dared my crush to tell me I was ugly and nobody would ever want to date me." I sighed.

"Your sisters seem more bitchier than you are. My brothers are the main source of my low self-esteem. They just told me what I told you before. That I'm good for nothing and I bring dishonor to the family. Sometimes I wish I was never born."

It was silent after that. But luckily we made it to the high school a few minutes later to break the awkwardness. When we got to the building, it occurred to me that we haven't properly introduced ourselves.

"Hey, kid. What's your name?" I asked him. He turned to me.

"Butch."

"Buttercup."

"Haha. Can I call you Reece's?" he joked.

"No." I said monotonously. And we headed inside for class. Then I thought to myself, maybe this could be my first friend.

That's just the beginning of Butch's story. Sooner in the story, he will reveal some more about himself and what not.

Buttercup is sort of optimistic about Butch.

I hate how I just make her seem nice, though. :( I don't have very many mean bones in my body. I can try harder. Bahh!