Buttercup closes her locker and turns to head towards Algebra before the late bell rings and she gets detention, but her path is blocked by Mitch.
"Hey Mitch, can't talk, gonna be late for Algebra, see you later!" She says, smiling and attempting to walk past him but his arm catches her.
"Buttercup." He says. "I don't want you to talk to Butch Jojo any more. He isn't good for you." His eyes scan hers for a reaction.
He gets one when anger flashes. "Mitch, you can't tell me who to talk to, Butch is really nice, I don't know what you have against him but whatever it is you need to stop!"
She tries once again to leave, the late bell has already rung and the hall is empty now other than her and Mitch.
She is, once again, stopped by Mitch's arm as she tries to leave. This time a low growl escapes from his throat and he throws her against the wall.
"You're going to listen to me Buttercup. You're MY friend. Not HIS. He likes you way too much, somethings up, and I don't care if you want to be with him, you're not allowed to!"
Buttercup growls back. "Mitch, you don't own me, you can't control me so stop trying." She breaks away, only to once more be stopped.
Mitch throws her against the wall, this time harder. His arms press against hers so hard she fears that they might break.
"M-Mitch stop!" She says. "You're, hurting my arm!" She gets louder and Mitch pulls her into the janitors closet, covering her mouth with his hand.
"Buttercup, I have waited for years to make a move on you, he comes in and he's the only one you hang out with anymore, you weren't here yesterday, and neither was he. Buttercup, I'm in love with you."
Buttercup's eyes widen as Mitch moves his hand. "M-Mitch." she says quietly "I,m sorry, but I don't feel the same way."
Mitch growls. "Of course you don't" He says, pressing her arm against the cold concrete wall. "You've already fallen for that jerk."
She screams quietly as her wrist pops. "Mitch let me go!" She yells kicking him between the legs and running into the hall, stopping only to pick her class books off of the ground.
She stops outside of the door and looks at her wrists. The bruises are already there, purple and big.
She leans her head against the wall as the bell rings, signaling for 2nd block. She scoffs, she missed a whole class because Mitch felt jealous.
Butch walks out of class first, off to look for Buttercup, and he sees her standing just outside the class room door, her eyes filled with tears and she's clutching her wrist.
"Buttercup!" he says, rushing towards her and grabbing her arms. "What's wrong?" He says, she hadn't even cried when she was humiliated in front of the whole school, this must be bad.
He glances down at her wrists and sees big purple and black bruises on her wrists, red surrounding them. They weren't there yesterday.
"What happened to your wrists?" He says sternly, looking into her deep lime green eyes. "What happened, Buttercup!"
Buttercup looks up at him, ashamed to have been caught crying. No one other than her sisters has ever seen her cry.
"I-I" She stutters. "I, uh. It's nothing." She says, then she looks away. "I fell and bumped my wrists against a table on the way to class, that's why I didn't make it on time."
Butch raises an eyebrow. "Buttercup, that's a lie, I can tell. When you lie you look away, I've known you for three days and I can already tell that. Now what really happened."
Buttercup looks into his eyes and sighs "Feel like skipping class with me?" She says, prepared to tell him everything.
"Sure, as long as you tell me what happened. Let's go to the library, it'll be empty now anyway." He says taking her hand gently in his.
Buttercup walks with him into the library, and once they reach it her eyes widen in pure horror. Mitch is sitting there, reading a book.
He looks up and their eyes meet, then she watches as his gaze travels over to Butch, who is completely oblivious to Mitch's presence, or his role in bruising her wrists.
Butch sees Mitch and scowls before looking over at Buttercup, who seems to be in utter panic.
Buttercup looks up to the librarians desk, only to find it empty. She and Butch had hoped to find her gone, but now she wishes that she wasn't.
Mitch growls and walks over to the couple, a scowl on his face and a growl already forming in his throat.
"Buttercup, what happened to our talk?" He says looking her dead in the eyes, as if burning holes into them.
Butch scowls and stands in front of Buttercup. "Are you the one who gave her those bruises on her wrist?!" He asks angrily.
Mitch rolls his eyes. "If it weren't for you she would still be completely unharmed, so if you're looking to blame someone blame yourself."
Buttercup looks down at the carpeted floor of the library as the two boys argue back and forth over her bruises.
"Princess told me you and her were dating." Mitch says, causing Buttercup to look up. "That's why I did it. I've been waiting for years to ask her out, and you come and cockily ask her out. Is it true?!" he says angrily.
Butch looks at Buttercup, who has wide eyes, then back to Mitch. "We aren't dating. You shouldn't believe everything you hear. I asked her t go on a date with me, and I might end up asking her out, no guarantee that she will say yes, but if you like someone you have to make your move soon, or someone else, like me, will. So I want you to apologize to her now." He says, moving out-of-the-way.
Mitch growls. "I won't apologize for it, because it wasn't my fault. If she had listened to me she wouldn't have even been late to class."
"Listen you!" Butch says grabbing him by the collar and lifting him off the ground. "You're going to apologize to her, or I'm gonna make you wish you had."
Mitch tries not to shake, and fails, before looking to Buttercup. "Fine, I'm. . .Sorry." He then turns to Butch. " . ."
Butch Puts him down and looks at Buttercup. "Well, it's pretty obvious that now we have to go talk to Princess and her followers about this."
Buttercup nods and they both walk to the back of the library to talk about how they're gonna do this.
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