Just as Mr. Stephenson turned to the board, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to my left to see Mitch scribbling on a sheet of loose-leaf paper.

He slid it onto my desk and waited patiently for a response.

I stared intently at his neat handwriting. The note read:

'You're kind of cute. Meet me at the lockers after school for some fun?'

I glared at him coldly before drafting a reply. After making certain that the teacher was occupied with the lesson, I slipped the paper onto his desk.

It read:

'I'm not that kind of girl you perverted prick.'

He glanced at me, a look of sheer astonishment in his eyes. The surprise turned into a sly, devious smirk as he feverishly wrote an answer. He threw the note onto my desk. It read:

'Well, aren't you a sweetheart?'

I felt a hint of anger bubble up inside of me. He smirked at this, obviously amused. Instead of replying, I crumpled the paper and tossed it onto his desk.

It was now lunchtime. The beginning of the day had breezed by pretty quickly. We were all sitting at our table, sipping ice-cold sodas while frolicking and laughing.

"Guys! I found something out! It's important!" Bella shouted, suddenly springing from her seat. Thinking it was something major, I felt my throat begin to dry as I flicked my tongue nervously against the roof of my mouth.

"What is it, Bell?" Melvin asked impatiently, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

"I smell like cupcakes!" she answered.

We all let out sighs and groans.

"Typical Bella," Butch replied, taking a sip of his Coca-Cola. We all laughed.

"Hey guys, wanna go to the skate park after school? I learned some sick new moves over the summer," Melvin suggested, adjusting his red Elmo hat over his ruffled hair.

"Yeah, that sounds pretty good. I need to go to Spencer's soon to get me a new hat," Mitch agreed, admiring Melvin's hat.

Looking at her shoes, Hanna announced:

"Lunch is over in about three minutes. We might as well go ahead and get to class."

We threw our soda cans into the trash bin and walked to our classes.

After school, I decided to help clean the science lab with Bubbles and Hanna to kill some time. Blossom was at the library studying geometry.

"So did you meet anybody new?" I asked Bubbles as I misted the windows with the glass cleaner.

"Nope. No new people in my classes. You?" she responded.

I smirked as I thought about Mitch. Hanna took advantage of this and shouted:

"I introduced her to the new kid Mitch. That's why she's smiling so hard!"

I glared at her playfully as Bubbles dropped her washcloth into the bucket.

"Aww, Buttercup's boy crazy now!" she teased.

"Am not! I just met the kid," I contradicted.

Bubbles raised her eyebrows, challenging me to prove my innocence.

"Well, what do you think about him?" she asked eagerly, turning to wash the shelves.

"He's a jackass," I replied.

"You know you like that," Hanna joked.

I narrowed my eyes at her. She had an amused expression on her face. After about five minutes of silence, Bubbles stood up.

"Well, I think we're done," she said, stretching her arms taut.

Hanna and I stood up, gathering our books.

"Oh, crap. I forgot my English book. I'll go to my locker and get it, then meet you guys. Bubbles, tell Professor and mom I'm going to the skate park," I said as I dashed to my locker. I heard their footsteps trail the opposite direction and became a faint sound in the distance. As I fiddled with the combination, two strong, tan arms gripped the lockers on either me. I turned to come face to face with Mitch. 'Great,' I thought sarcastically.

"I was looking for you. Thought I would catch you here," he whispered into my ear, leaving goose bumps on my skin. I could blush as his breath smoldered against my earlobe.

"Well, you found me. Now can I leave?" I sneered.

He chuckled softly as my cheeks reddened.

"You coming to the skate park or what?" he asked, gazing intently into my eyes, his sly smirk unwavering.

I looked down at my feet to break eye contact from him.

"Well, obviously I can't go anywhere because you've got me pinned up against a damn locker!" I scoffed angrily, rage rushing through my veins.

'Wait a minute, Buttercup,' my conscience began. 'Why is it that you begin to loosen up around this bastard? Snap out of it! You're being soft! Push him away!'

I started to come back to the real Buttercup. I furrowed my eyebrows and shoved him – though not as hard as I had imagined. It was a weak push that hardly fazed him. He smirked at me arrogantly, finding my feeble condition rather amusing.

'Pitiful. What the hell was that?' my conscience complained. My cheeks flushed with aggravation.

"Move, dammit!" I yelled, wriggling under his hold in a futile attempt to escape. He grabbed my chin and forced it up harshly, causing me to return his gaze.

"Make me," he replied calmly, winking at me.

"Let go of me! You fucking dirty old man!" I roared.

Profanities of all kinds rolled off of my tongue absent-mindedly, words that would make even a sailor flinch.

"Aww. You're too little and adorable to be so evil and vicious. But I'm into that sort of thing, too," he teased, sliding his tongue over my earlobe suggestively.

I gasped in sheer frustration as he laced his fingers into my raven hair. He leaned his face in towards my ear and whispered:

"You know, you're kind of sexy when you're mad. Aggressive – I like."\

And with that, he smirked a final time before walking away, leaving me stunned, perplexed, and furious.

I finally arrived at the skate park, my neon green skateboard in my hand.

"There you are!" Hanna exclaimed as she whirled around to see me, her paint splattered board beside her.

"I was waiting for you, but you never came out," she said, a hint of disappointment in her voice.

"Look, Hannah, I've got to tell you -"

" Come on! We've gotta hit the ramps!" Melvin interrupted.

I followed them to the ramp where Butch was gliding over the concrete and did a 360 turn just as he reached his peak before sliding down the pavement. His shaggy ebony hair was matted to his sweaty forehead, and he was panting for air. He beamed joyously when he saw me.

"Well, we were waiting on you, slowness," he teased, wrapping me into a tight hug. Suddenly, Mitch walked over from the vending machines. He must have gotten here before me.

"Hey, Butter-butt," he greeted with a smirk.

"Hey Mitch. You know what? Your name is one letter away from being bitch. Have you noticed?" I retorted, a sinister grin planted on my face.

"You're mean as hell, BC!" Butch choked out in between hysterical laughter.

He slapped me on my butt and I let out a gasp of shock. 'He meant to slap my back… he meant to slap my back… he meant to slap my back,' I thought to myself hopefully. It was the only thing that could currently stop me from ripping off his balls.

"So, BC, are you gonna go? You were the Queen of Concrete last year," Butch insisted after the uproar of laughter died down.

"Sure…" I mumbled, still slightly pissed off.

The whole crew followed us to the largest ramp. With a sigh of content, I flung my skateboard down and hopped on and revved up my speed. When I got to the edge of the ramp, I launched into the air and sprang into my famous gravity-defying aerial gymnastics. I came down gracefully as I skidded over the smooth concrete, feeling proud of my tricks.

"That was sick," Melvin said, in awe.

"I could never even go into a 360 let alone do whatever the hell you just did!" Hanna interjected, gaping in astonishment.

"I've seen better," Mitch said, not impressed with my skills.

"Typical amateur. How about we have a little competition?"

I raised my eyebrows in shock.

"What's in it for me?" I interrogated reluctantly.

"If you win, I'll give you anything you want. But if I win, then you have to go on a date with me," he dared. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Butch looked slightly uneasy, apprehensive.

"Prepare to buy me a new four wheeler!" I joshed teasingly.

"Go, BC! You've got this!" Bella and Hanna cheered from the benches.

I smiled slightly.

"Ready to go, Butter-butt?" he taunted in a low whisper.

Ignoring his comment, I rocketed into the air and pulled my lower body into a somersault and landed on my skateboard.

"Bring it!" I challenged friskily.

Suddenly, Mitch shot down the ramp, leaving me in his dust. He back flipped into the air and executed a series of flips and twists that made my simple somersault look pitiful. He landed back on the pavement and smirked up at me.

"So what are you wearing for the date?" he teased. I fumed with rage as he smirked at me like the arrogant bastard he was. Then again, a small part of me liked the vanity he possessed.

Author's Note: I don't know if those skateboarding moves I used in this chapter are possible. Haha I just thought they sounded cool. :3

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