For everybody who is wondering, they know each other.
Chapter 3 – Butch – Familiar Feeling
I dreamt of an angel who looked similar to her. She had black raven hair, eyes so green; she put grass and the leaves of the trees to shame. I feel like I know her from somewhere, maybe in a past life. When I first got here, my intentions were to kill her self-esteem. But while I was in front of her, I became weak and soft-spotted. She reminds me of somebody I once knew. Maybe before the accident. I don't remember it, but my dad described it as an awful fight with a brutal girl. She had super powers just like I do, and she and I knocked each other out, that's when I lost my memory. That's when everybody started treating me weird. Or did they treat me like that before? I mean, my dad never treated me wrong, he said that I should never use my powers anymore, but I did to fly down here.. Anyways, they never told me the girl's name, so I had always wondered if I'd ever encounter her again. So if Buttercup is the girl, maybe she could bring back my memory.
As I walk down the hallways with her, I came to the conclusion that she's a hottie. I don't understand how her sisters would insist that she would be ugly. Truthfully, she's not that bad of a person like everybody in this town thinks of her as. It was just what? One little boy decided to pick on her and she scared the little dick? Whatever. It happens in schools all the time. I used to bully everybody in school. She's not a bully, she's kind-hearted and sweet. Any moron could see that. But instead, every piece of shit person in this school looks at her as if she's a monster. Supposedly something she is used to from home. Something I'm used to. But I want to be the worst guy in town. That's my job! But for now, I'll stick around with her and seem like a nice guy.
She tends to be very sarcastic and bitter. That's something we both have in common. Our home lives is something we also have in common. Depression and the feeling of loneliness is another thing we have in common. I can see it in her eyes.
We made it down the hallway together with a lot of eyes on us. A lot of girls were staring at me. Of course, I already know I'm sexy. I took a glance at my schedule and asked Buttercup for directions. My first hour was band. My brothers and I used to be in a band together, we were called the RowdyRuff Boys. We were a pretty popular music choice back in that town. I mean, we did covers of songs already made. Each of us had awesome rock star voices and each of us were good at a type of instrument. I was good at the drums, Boomer was good at the keyboard, and Brick was good at the electric guitar. We were pretty awesome. I believe our best cover song was Living in a Dream by Finger Eleven. I wonder what this band class has in store for me.
She waved bye to me as she left me to my class. I stared at the door in front of me. It was covered with all sorts of instruments, like the clarinet, saxophone, drums, trumpets, and tubas. Not the type of band I was looking forward to. I opened the door to find the biggest stage room ever. It had electric guitars, drums, keyboards, everything that would be in a regular rock band.
"Welcome to band. What's your name?" asked a female lady with long black hair and overly done make-up. She sort of looked like Amy Lee.
"I'm Butch, Butch Jojo." I told her. She smiled and asked me to pick an instrument to play and wait until the rest of the kids got here so we could all show her what we can do. "Is this like, school band, or is this like a school rock band?" I asked her.
"It's a school rock band. School band is down the other hall. Is that where you are supposed to be?"
"I hope not." I told her. She asked for my schedule and nodded.
"Yeah, I'm Ms. Dysberg. You're in the right class." She smiled. I sighed in relief.
Ten minutes later, class began and there were about three other students that were in here. One was a girl who had short blonde hair that looked scene. She wore blue eyeliner and eye shadow along with blue tights, black high heels, and a black ruffled shirt fit for a rocker. She had on black lipstick and had chains down her pants. Another was a guy with brown short hair and wore black eyeliner. He wore a black shirt with a skull on it, along with white skinny jeans with black converse. The last one was another guy with red hair. He was a bit nerdy looking, almost similar to my brother Brick, but this guy wore suspenders, and Brick would never do such a thing. The girl played the keyboard, the brown-haired guy played the electric guitar as well as the red head. As for me, I played the drums. motioned me to play while the other kids where whistling up a tune. I stared to think what drum solo I could do to impress them. Then it occurred to me, JUST WING IT!
I slammed the drums one by one and amazed the people inside the class. Each of them were smiling and the teacher just clapped. As I finished, Ms. Dysberg told me to get out of the drummers seat and introduce myself to the kids, as they were interested to meet me now. The blonde girl came up to me first.
"Hey, kid. I'm Ariel." She shook my hand. Brown-haired guy next.
"I'm Brian." Then nerdy kid.
"I'm Aiden." He said in a masculine voice. It kind of scared me. His voice really didn't match his appearance.
"I'm Butch." I said to them. The teacher smiled with excitement.
"We have been waiting for a decent drummer for a long while now. Our band is complete!" Everybody cheered. I watched. "Now that Butch is here, we can play for the school! Concerts and we can now compete in Battle of the Bands!" Everyone cheered again. "That is, if Butch agrees to it." I had the floor. Everybody stared at me with wide eyes hoping I would accept the invitation. I nodded and they all gathered around me to thank me. Ms. Dysberg then looked at me and asked, "Are you a singer?" I nodded. "Show us. What song do you want us to play?" I thought to myself what would be the perfect song. Oh, I know! I told Brian to hit the guitar as I hit the drums and the mic and began to sing…
I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone
I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
When the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a...
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'til then I walk alone
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, aaah-ah,
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line
Of the edge and where I walk alone
Read between the lines
What's fucked up when everything's alright
Check my vital signs
To know I'm still alive and I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a...
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'til then I walk alone
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, aaah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah
I walk alone
I walk a...
I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
When the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk a...
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'til then I walk alone...
"Good show!" Ms. Dysberg said. "I could tell you were very much into the song! Green Day is a very good band!" she applauded. "Well, you must be very experienced."
"Well, I am. My brothers and I used to be in a band."
"Well, good! We have good vocals and a good drummer! We can relax for the rest of the hour. Do as you please, I have to make some phone calls!" She ran into her office and did as she said she was going to do. Everybody talked to each other and I sat down and observed. They all seemed so excited. How could I fit in so quickly?
Class ended around ten minutes afterwards. Everyone pat my back as I exited the room and I started heading to my next class, which was English. Two class periods full of it. How I hated it. How I wanted to destroy it, watch it burn. Too bad it wasn't an object. I huffed as I asked somebody in the hallways for directions to my next class. I should probably pay attention to floors. English was on the second floor. As I walked up the stairs, I ran into Buttercup.
"Buttercup!" I screamed out to her. She turned to me. So did everybody else, but I ignored the stares.
"Yeah?" She replied. I caught up with her and she looked a little mad.
"Uh, I'm going to English. Mr. Finfield. Where is it?"
"I'm headed there too. Follow me." She said monotonously. What was biting her butt?
"What's going up your ass right now?"
"I hate these people. All they do is talk shit."
"What are they talking about?"
"None of your damn business." She told me. Geez. She didn't have to be so damn mean about it. But I decided to leave her alone.
We reached the class and she went straight to her seat. I sat next to her. Again, people were staring. One guy decided to talk to me, but in a whisper tone.
"Hey, dude. Why are you voluntarily sitting next to her? She's a psycho."
"Hey, bastard. How about you take your seat before I smash your face in?" I sneered. He held his hands out in defense and mumbled,
"Just warning you." I rolled my eyes, as so did Buttercup. Three minutes later, class started. The classroom was full by then. There had to be at least around twenty-five people in here. The teacher called attendance and I watched as everybody raised their hand and shouted here. Except for me and Buttercup. Apparently we were the 'class clowns' and decided to spit at the teacher rather than say here. The teacher tolerated Buttercup's way of letting him know she was in class, but he didn't accept mine.
"Mr. Jojo, I don't know if you know Mrs. Utonium, but I hope her delicate ways aren't rubbing off on you."
"No, sir. I was born this way. Very ignorant and rude." I said proudly. Everybody in the room snickered. Buttercup smiled and covered her mouth to prevent herself from laughing. Mr. Finfield raised a brow.
"Hmm. Very well then. If this raw behavior continues, you'll be sent to the office."
"Cool beans, bro. I lived at the principal's office at my old school. I bet I'd become great friends with him!" I told him sarcastically. The room was full of laughter. Mr. Finfield began to look irritated.
"ENOUGH." He screamed.
"HEY! Don't you yell at him! He's just trying to fit in!" Buttercup screamed. The room was quiet. The teacher looked at her with wide eyes.
"Alright. Now that it's quiet, we'll turn to page 872 in our literature books to begin reading Julius Caesar." He quickly told the class. You could hear groans bouncing off the walls. I looked at Buttercup. She smiled and winked at me. I winked back.
After English was over, it was time for lunch. Buttercup was very much ready to leave. We walked to the cafeteria together, well, mostly because I didn't know where it was. I stared at her with such delight. She didn't notice. I'm pretty sure she was too hungry to pay attention to me. As I was looking at her, I began to stare into space, as I looked at her face, I saw a little girl similar to her. She had short black hair and lime green eyes. It was the girl I dreamt about.
Lol. Butch is silly. He's actually starting to remember her face more clearly now.
There's more about the accident coming up soon. Don't you worry.
And Buttercup doesn't know about her powers either. That she had them anyways. All of that will be explained later in the story.
But for now, hope you enjoyed. Yes. There will be songs in the story. :)