TEN MINUTES LATER

Bubble P.O.V.

Why had I reacted like that?

The fact that I had moaned at his touch, disgusted me. I hadn't tried to cover myself until after he backed away and my body had actually enjoyed it.

I felt... cheap.

I collapsed on my bed and started to cry.

Butch's P.O.V.

I had changed my mind about the virgin rule I made up and went over to Bubbles house. Lucky me, she had been bathing when I arrived.

The only reason I knew it was her in there, was because she was singing, beautifully.

To my surprise, her body had responded to my touch... differently then any one else I had been with.

I liked it.

The way she moaned at the light pressure of my hand on her hip, turned me on. But then she had rejected me.

I had never once been rejected by any other girl. She was different, in the best way possible and I wanted her.

Permanently.

Brick's P.O.V.

Butch made Bubbles come to the house like she was some sort of call girl!

He didn't actually have sex with her, but I knew for a fact he went to her house later that night.

When he came back home he looked like a kicked puppy.

It was even worse when Boomer laughed, "Looks like Butch finally got a taste of rejection. I knew that blondie was smart!"

Butch remained silent. He had never once let anyone say anything about him that he didn't like without a threat, at least.

So I guess my little Bubbles had stayed innocent, thank god.

She was like a sister to me and I hated seeing her so scared. Even though anytime she was around Butch she would freak the fuck out.

Boomer was Bubbles best guy friend, mostly because he didn't make a pass at her every time he saw her, so he knew almost everything about her. He came home the day after Butch had made the deal with Bubbles more pissed off then I'd ever seen him.

"You better talk him out of it or I'll castrate him, I swear it!" He had snarled at me.

Now Butch had cut off the deal, or Bubbles did I guess, so she was safe.

I pray she's safe.

Boomer's P.O.V.

I was about to fall asleep when my phone rang.

"Hello?" I asked annoyed.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! We're you sleeping?" A familiar bubbly voice apologized on the other line.

I sat up and laughed, "No, no. What's up? I heard you came over earlier."

The peppiness fell out of her voice and I could here her trying to muffle her sobs, "I'm fine, just checking up on you."

"Liar." I accused.

"I know!" She sobbed.

I shook my head and insisted, "I'm coming over."

Before she could protest I hung up.

I flew out of my window and arrived in Bubbles room a minute later. She was a wreck!

Her hair was a mess, she looked drained, her face was tear- streaked, and she was hugging herself like it was the only thing holding her together. I hadn't seen her this bad since Butch took Octi when Bubbles was six.

She looked up at me so pitifully, I felt my heart drop to my stomach.

"He did it, didn't he?" I asked, glaring at the wall.

"No." She said, in the faintest of whispers. I sighed in relief and sat down in front of her.

She hurled herself into my arms and started crying into my chest.

I held her against me and said lightly, "Tell me everything."