Butch's Point of View (Monday after school)—

"Hey, BC!" I called after her.

She turned around and stopped in her tracks.

"Hey Butch."

"Hey, you wanna hang out today? Go skate or something?" I requested, probably grinning like a goof.

"Yeah, that'll be fun. I-"

"Hey, babe."

There was that voice. The voice that made me sick to my stomach, nauseous with envy and animosity.

Buttercup turned to him curiously and blushed. What business did she have blushing?

"I told you don't call me that," she said, seeing my dumbfounded expression, trying to convince me that she had no interest in him whatsoever.

"Like you don't love it," he teased, tickling her chin. She smiled at him for about a split second, but I saw it. A genuine smile.

"So, Butterbabe, I was wondering if you wanted to come skate with me maybe?" Mitch asked, smirking at me arrogantly.

"Sure…um, Butch?" she began.

I held up my hand to silence her.

"Go. Just…go."

Buttercup grinned at me as she walked off with Mitch.

"Thanks, bestie! I'll make it up to you!" she promised. I watched her disappear around the corner with that bastard.

Liar. Liar. Liar. You're a fucking liar, Buttercup.

I knew this was coming. There's no use even trying to talk to her now that Mitch has her wrapped around his damn finger. Just what is it that makes him so damn irresistible and me just a mere friend? What does he have that I don't? The way he called her his babe was fucking disgusting. Fucking pedophile.

I walked towards the stream where Buttercup and I used to go when we were younger. It was our secret hideout when we were younger. As I arrived at the clearing, my emerald eyes flew open wide, filled with mixed emotions. Anger. Envy. Betrayal. Confusion. Pain.

Buttercup was pushed up against the ground, her hands clutching onto Mitch's shirt. Mitch was on top of her, his knee obliviously between Buttercup's legs, his fingers laced through her silky raven hair. I watched in disgust as their lips locked together with such fiery passion, Mitch's tongue slipping into her mouth and probing every inch. After about a few seconds, Mitch rose up from off of her, giving her thighs a squeeze as she sat up breathlessly. Buttercup's fearful eyes flashed towards me, a look of horror frozen on her face. Mitch looked my way, also, staring in astonishment. Buttercup quickly rose to her feet, walking towards me.

"Butch, it's not what it looks like, honestly-"

"That's what they all say! That's the corniest line anyone could ever think of, Buttercup!" I raged, snatching out of her reach.

"If you would let me explain-"

"There's nothing you need to explain! I understand everything fucking clear!"

"Butch, let me-"

"Shut the fuck up! I don't wanna hear your damn excuses!"

Her expression fluctuated from surprise to hurt then finally to anger.

"Why the fuck would you care, anyways? This shouldn't even affect you!" she screamed.

"Because I…shut the fuck up! I don't have to answer that!"

"No, you shut the fuck up, you bastard! What the fuck's your problem, anyway?"

"It's you! You're my fucking problem!"

"Then solve it!"

"Fuck you!"

"Bastard!"

"Bitch!"

"I hate you!" she screeched. Her voice cracked a bit as tears welled up in her eyes. She wiped them away with her hand and glared at me.

"I hate you, too! I don't even give a fuck anymore! Fuck you! I don't need you! Stay out of my life!"

I fell silent and gazed at her as the rage that had previously taken over me faded away. She avoided my eye contact and shook her head. Mitch came up behind her and hugged her by the waist, fondling her and cuddling her lovingly. That should have been me.

"Come on, babe. You don't need him," he whispered, wiping the tears from her eyes with his thumb.

And with one last look of hurt and remorse, she followed him back through the woods.

I was such a dumbass. Such a fool. Such a bastard. I had a chance. But I blew it. Now she hates me.

I wonder how it feels to be dead. I was halfway there already, mentally. The physical part, however…. no. Butch Jojo is not suicidal! This was not the way! I put my hood over my head as tears of frustration streamed down my cheeks.

Buttercup's Point of View—

"Hey, Buttercup," Bubbles greeted cheerfully as I walked through the door.

"Hey Bubbles."

She cocked her head to the side in concern and patted the cushion beside her on the couch, urging me to come sit by her. I sighed and sat down.

"What happened?" she asked, her sky blue eyes flooded with consideration.

"Nothing much," I lied.

She smiled understandingly and batted her long, thick eyelashes.

"Is it Butch?"

I let out a long sigh before silently nodding in reply.

"He didn't mean it."

"You don't even know what he did, Bubbles."

"But I know he didn't mean it. Butch loves you."

My eyes widened at that comment.

"I mean as a friend," she added, blushing.

"Oh. Still. Don't say the 'L' word. There is no such thing," I replied.

"There is, too."

"Nu-uh."

"Uh-huh."

"Nu-uh!"

"Suit yourself. But there is a thing called love to me."

"Well you're wrong!" I snapped.

"But I'm not wrong about Butch."

I rolled my eyes as she walked off towards her room.

Butch's Point of View (a week later after school)—

This must have been a new record. This was the longest Buttercup has ever held a grudge against me. Well, besides that time in the fifth grade when she avoided me for a month. But this was somehow different in some way shape or form; I just couldn't put a finger on it. All I knew was that I must have really hurt her to be ignored for so long. And I also knew that Mitch wasn't making it any better.

Every chance he got, he would completely take up all of her damn time. I didn't trust him. I really didn't. It wasn't just jealousy anymore. As I was walking out of the school entrance with a cloud of bitterness hazing my vision, I heard something. Voices. Shrill shouting. I suspiciously darted towards the corner of the building and peeked behind the wall nosily. I tuned in to the heated conversation being held in the parking lot. It was BC and Mitch.

"Why the fuck would you do something like that? Dammit, Buttercup!"

"I told your ass already it was a damn accident!"

"You're a damn accident, you know that? Screw your dumbass excuses! This is my bro's car we're talking about! He's gonna fucking murder me when he sees this big ass dent!"

"Oh, well then! Get over it!"

Buttercup turned to walk off, but Mitch hastily seized her wrist and turned it quickly, squeezing it tight.

"Let go of me, asshole! That fucking hurts!"

"I don't give a damn!"

I stepped out from behind the wall and sauntered towards them coolly.

"The fuck you came from?" Mitch scoffed.

I punched him in his jaw. Just as he began to fall backwards from the impact, I gripped his collar and held him up to my face.

"Don't ever grab her like that again."

I spoke sternly, glaring at him with an intense hatred.

"Or what, dude?" he dared, raising an eyebrow.

I formed a dark green ball of electricity in my free hand and held it up in front of his face. Seeing the glint of fear in his eyes, I smirked.

"Or this."

And with that, I struck him quick in the throat. Buttercup's jaw dropped behind me as I threw Mitch's limp body to the pavement.

"What the hell did you do that for?" she requested angrily.

"He's not dead. He'll wake up in about an hour, chill out."

I grabbed her arm and led her to the stream in the clearing behind the woods. When we got to the edge of the water, I gently sat her down on the ground and grinned at her. I was simply happy that I actually got her to talk to me.

"Butch! What the fuck is your problem?" she seethed as her eyes widened with rage.

"Nothing! Do you like him grabbing you any kind of way?" I asked defensively.

"Why the hell would you care?"

"Because…wait. I'm not here to argue with you."

Her expression of anger formed into sheer curiosity.

"Then why are you here?" she asked accusingly.

"I wanted to apologize. I didn't mean all that…"

"I didn't mean it either," she said, her eyebrows rising.

"I'm sorry."

There were so many other words I longed to say to her, but I kept my mouth closed. It was too soon for all of that.

"Butch."

I looked up at her and waited for her to continue.

"Why were you so mad that day?"

My eyebrows furrowed as I thought of an applicable excuse.

"…. Because I'll tell you what happened. Mitch kissed me. He just climbed on top of me and slid his tongue in my mouth. I never knew you were coming here."

I mentally face-palmed myself for that. I had to endure a damn week without speaking to the one person I loved most because of a misunderstanding? I was truly retarded.

"I'm sorry, BC. I had no damn clue…"

She smiled at me for the first time in a while. Oh, how I loved her smile.

She cleared her throat before continuing.

"And I think you and everyone else are wrong about Mitch. He just has a temper, is all."

My heart sank at that comment. I gazed at the stream to hide my grief and heartache. I hated how Mitch had mentally consumed her. I hated how he didn't care. I hated how he looked down at her and made her feel this way. I hated it so very much. But my fear of losing her was so intense; there was no way I would leave her. Even though I was never with her to begin with. Pretending was better than nothing, I guess.

She gazed up at me quietly. Maybe it's just my imagination, but I could have sworn I saw some hint of emotion in her eyes. Not any kind of emotion she would openly confess. Something that was on the tip of my tongue, yet I couldn't quite put it into words. Whatever it was sure made me happy, though.

Author's Note: Please tell me some ideas for the story! You probably won't be seeing a lot of Blues and Reds now that the plot is finally beginning to come into full swing! But this is just the beginning! ;]

Sorry the chapter was so short, also. :O

Ran outta ideas. :P