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Chapter 5:
Green.
That's what I thought at first; his eyes were green. But as I looked closer, I saw the turquoise blue which colored the edges of his eyes, with emerald green in the center. His eyes were so so beautiful, in a way guys eyes aren't supposed to be.
His emerald green orbs blinked at me in confusion which slowly turned into fury.
"You're Butterup?" He exclaimed in shock. Without waiting for me to answer, he muttered to himself, "This is fucking great. Just fricking stupendous!"
"Excuse me? Do you have a problem with that?" I narrowed my eyes in anger. He glared back at me, biting his lip. Arghhh, stop biting your lip, you moron! I screamed in my head. It's making me think stuff I do not want to!
"I cannot believe, out of everyone in this goddamned class, I have to be your partner," he huffed and I raised an eyebrow in anger.
"Contrary to popular belief, I do not like working with self-centered jerks!" I growled.
"Aww, this is just great. Coming from you, nonetheless!" He exclaimed in a loud voice. "C'mon, why are you acting like this? You're not supposed to act like this!"
"Excuse me?! I do not even know you! Why are you acting as if we know each other?!" I seethed; this self-centered, narcissistic good-looking boy was judging me and he didn't even know me!
"You don't remember?" He let out bitterly.
"Look buddy, I have no idea what the hell you're talking about!" I glared at him. "You make it seem like I know you, but I DON'T. Listen carefully, I don't know you!"
"Because we do kn-" He cut himself off, closed his eyes, and breathed in deeply. "It doesn't matter how I speak. You just remind me of someone I knew way back when."
He stood up abruptly and walked to the teacher's desk. After asking him something, and being rejected, he growled, and walked back to his seat. He slammed his hands on my desk and came very close to my face. Huh, I was right about his eyes. They are turquoise!
"I do not want to be your partner." With that sentence, I snapped back into reality.
"Hate to break it to you, asshole," I began, raising my eyebrow. "But neither do I." He glared at me, wondering if my statement was true or not. I refused to back down from his staring, which thus led to us having an eye staring contest.
It didn't escape my notice that he sighed in an exasperated way. Suddenly, he looked away, and began stuffing the sheet of paper into his backpack. I looked at the time on my iPod, and my eyes widened at the time. Quickly packing my backpack, I swung it on and plugged in my headphones.
As the bell rang for second period, I walked away, not even sparing him a second glance. It was bothering me; the fact that he acted like we knew each other. It was like the itch you couldn't scratch, it was annoying me. I shook the thoughts out of my head and continued walking.
Unbeknownst to me, his eyes followed my every single move.
"Son of a bitch!" I moaned as my butchered arm was rubbed against someone's backpack. Even though my arm was healing, it wasn't healed all the way. Lunch had ended and I was making my way to fifth period, English. The person who was in front of me turned around and gave me a glare.
"What did you say?" He deadpanned with a pierced red eyebrow.
"I didn't say it to you, buddy." I growled in annoyance. He huffed, rolled his eyes, and walked away. Stupid male species. Why did they have to exist? I walked into the classroom just as the bell rang.
"Buttercup, please take a seat," my teacher smiled at me and motioned to the empty desk. I nodded and complied with her request. Mrs. Sheldon was the only teacher I could put up with; she didn't butt in to things she didn't have to. She was fair and just.
"As I was saying, we're going to read the novel Les Miserables," everyone groaned in protest. Why the hell did you take Pre/AP then? I growled in my mind.
"This is a very important novel to me, personally, and I wish you would actually take the time to read it and comprehend it." Mrs. Sheldon smiled and passed out a copy of the book to everyone. "The only thing you are doing today, is reading the first two chapters. Then, if we have time, we will have a Q&A. understood?" She glanced around the room.
I flipped open to the first chapter and began reading, totally losing my self in the text.
"In 1815, M. Charles-Francois-Bienvenu Myriel was Bishop of D- He was an old man of about seventy-five years of age; he had occupied the see of D- since 1806.
Although this detail has no connection whatever with the real substance of what we are about to relate, it will not be superfluous, if merely for the sake of exactness in all points, to mention here the various rumors and remarks which had been in circulation about him from the very moment when he arrived in the diocese."
"Yo Butterbitch! C'mere!" I pushed my way past the crowd. Apparently, once the last bell rang, all the teenagers in this Godforsaken school decided to stop in the hallways with their groups and chitchat. AS IF THEY AREN'T GOING TO TEXT EACH OTHER WHEN THEY LEAVE!
"Butterbitch!" I was roughly turned around. I hid my wince of pain as whoever it was grabbed my healing-but-butchered arm.
It was someone whom I've never seen before. She had brown hair the colour of puked up brownies, hazel eyes that looked like dirty mushed cookies, and was shorter than me. She stood in front of me, hand on her hips and her eyebrow arched.
I gave a loud exaggerated sigh and drawled out, "What have I done this time?!" I smirked as she huffed. Princess's posse was behind her and they were giggling like the brainless idiots they were.
She raised her hand so suddenly, as if to slap me. As her hand was about to contact my cheek, I grabbed it I mid-air. Que practiced gasps.
"Ow! Let go!" She wailed, gathering the attention if a few people. I let go of her hand and she rubbed it as if she broke it or something.
"What are you doing?!" I growled in annoyance.
"Okay, so like earlier today, Princess said I could only be in her group if I slapped you." She grinned, trying to make the situation lighter. "Obviously it failed." The posse started to grumble in anger.
"No duh," I dead panned, glaring at her.
"Wait, what is your real name?" She cocked her head to the left. 'You look reaallllly familiar. Anyways, all she said in her conceding voice was 'Prove to me your loyalty by slapping Butterbitch'."
"What do you want?" I snapped, clearly frustrated. "Why the hell would I tell someone my name, when they clearly intended to slap me?!"
"Look, I'm really sorry for that," her hazel eyes held a look of genuine sorry. "You wanna be friends? You seem sooo much chiller than Princess." She could be a potential friend, I thought to myself. Or she could be working with Princess.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Could be collectively heard from the posse.
"This is coming from someone who initially wanted to befriend Princess Morbucks!" I spat Princess's name like it was a curse.
"Capult, Aria Capult." She extended her hand out for me to shake, a grin on her lips. The James Brown reference made me smirk. What harm could being her friend do? I mean, look at my home life.
"Buttercup, just Buttercup." I ignored her extended hand; I had issues with people touching me.
"Woah, like Buttercup Utonium?! That's so wicked!" Aria's eyes widened. I started walking in the general direction of the doors.
"Aria! Princess is gonna be so pissed when she finds out!" The posse yelled but she ignored them.
"Yeah," I hesitantly answered. Why was she so set upon talking to me?!
"Anyways, I think you and me are gonna be good friends!" She smiled and started to jog as we exited the school building. "My mom's here to pick me up, so I'll see you tomorrow!"
She waved and ran faster to the parking lot. I stood there in a daze, still comprehending what happened. I wasn't watching where I was walking, and bumped into a brick wall.
Figuratively, of course.
"Watch where you're going!" A male voice growled in anger and I snapped out of whatever fog I was in.
"So-" my apology was cut as I noticed who I bumped into. Instantly, my anger rose and my common sense decided to flee.
"Oh, it's you." I muttered in a snarky tone. I moved back and rolled my eyes. I was about to walk away, when he grabbed my wrist. I froze, my breaths coming in pants.
I was on the verge of a panic attack. This is what the professor did when he- Stop thinking about it!
"Look, I do not want to work with you. Under no circumstances do I want to even fraternize with you, but for the sake of my grade, I will do anything within reason to pass." Ryder let go of my wrist and I started breathing again. I turned around and met his eyes.
Oh God, his eyes. They were so smoldering. I wanted to- Stop thinking about it!
"Same," I croaked out, looking at the ground. I felt so bi-polar, my emotions were all over the place. Maybe I was getting my period?
"You wanna meet sometime later and finish it in one go?" He proposed and I weakly nodded.
"Alright, well," he stopped talking.
I hesitantly met his eyes and let out, "Okay."
"I gotta go," he growled out softly, turned around, and started walking away. Before he was completely out of hearing, he muttered softly, "Bye."
OKAY, DON'T KILLL MEEE! i know i am a horrible person for not updating in a loooonnng time, and when i did, it's this crappy thing. BUT please bear with me! I solemnly swear, I WILL COMPLETE THIS STORY! :) I know Buttercup sounds like a complete loony, as her emotions are all over the place, but IT WILL GET BETTER! I PROMISE! :)
i think the next update should be within the next two months... so like, around november-ish?
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