It didn't matter that it rained for the entire afternoon. It didn't matter that most of the students were stranded in school. Nope. None of these things mattered to Buttercup as she continued to replay the dodgeball scene over and over in her mind. The part were she managed to hit Jonah right where the sun don't shine. Yup. To her, it was a perfect day as she continued to recalled how he screamed a high pitched note not even Maraiah could hit as he continued to groan while cupping his (non-existent) blue dick. She managed to hit him a couple more times before the gym teacher noticed him on the floor. She couldn't contain her smile as she watched him being dragged to the infirmary. In fact, the smile was stuck on her lips for the rest of the afternoon. She even smiled through a pop quiz she definitely forgot to study for (most of her classmates thought she went delirious after reading the first question) and was scolded by their teacher, Morien Johnson (though most students called him MoJo behind his back).
Her smile diminished, though, when she later found out that neither of her brothers' cars were in their designated spots in the parking lot. She then got a text saying that they went to buy their materials to make their projects, and seeing as she was "taking so long", they decided to buy first and come back for her later. Unfortunately, they were now stuck at traffic when they decided to go back to get her. She texted them back, telling them to just go home, and that she'd just hitch a ride with the girls.
She quickly found out that the girls, unfortunately, were already at their homes, seeing as Bubbles was excused earlier for that comment, and Blossom received a text saying that she needed to return to her house (she doesn't see it as her home), seeing as it was still trashed because of yesterday's party. Notice how Princess didn't get any texts telling her to go home, too. Buttercup would rather get wet than ask her for a ride home, though.
So there she was, walking along the hallways without a way of getring back home without getting wet. Nice. If this is what people calls karma, then she definitely needed to hunt it down and kick it in the ass. She thought karma was for the bad people, she was just giving Jonah a warning. A warning that placed him in the infirmary, sure, but still just a warning.
As she continued to walk along the hallways, karma decided to pick on her again. At least, that's what she first thought when she accidentally slipped on a wet portion of the floor. She closed her eyes, waiting for the impact, but instead of feeling it on her ass, she felt it on her back, and it wasn't as cold and hard and painful as she always known a fall on the floor felt like. Hard, sure, but warm and quite soft. It felt familiar, though. So did the two whatevers she felt wrapped around her waist.
"Are you going to open your eyes, or are you waiting for someone to see us?"
That definitely jumped started her back into reality where whatever she was leaning on was not something she should lean on. She quickly jumped out of what she later found out was a pair of arms, and turned around, ready to apologize, when she saw a pair of forest eyes looking back at her.
"When I said I had pretty women falling all over me, this was not what I meant. Still welcomed, though."
That snapped her back to reality as she glared at the new guy, Butch, who just smirked in return. Buttercup should have just turned around and left. She should have just ignored the guy and continued on her merry way around school hallways. Something stopped her though. Something that she saw in his hands. A key. A car key, to be exact.
Butch must have noticed because his smirk turned into a grin. He mockingly shook the key right in front of her. "If you wanted a ride, you could've just asked. You didn't need to fall for me to ride in my car, you know."
That made Buttercup's face turn red with anger and slight embarassment, as she began to sign a lot of obscenities. At first, Butch had on a confused face, so Buttercup decided to show him a sign she was sure he would understand: the middle finger. He had the nerve to look mildly amused.
"I'm just kidding, Kitten. Your brothers told me to find you. Practically ordered me to be your chauffer.The death threats weren't really that necessary. I wouldn't leave a girl alone in school of all places."
Buttercup frowned at the "brothers" part. She wasn't all that happy when she heard the "told me to find you", and she certainly didn't like the whole "chauffer" part, either. She really doesn't see how her brothers could trust someone like this so easily. It took months for them to warm up to Blossom, weeks for Bubbles, but they were girls. This is a boy, we're talking about. Her brothers never trusted a guy to watch over her before. They even made sure that at least one of them would be around her almost everyday.
Before she could even decide whether or not to go with him, he decided that he couldn't wait for her to make a decision. He suddenly grabbed her waist and placed her on his shoulders fast, leaving her no time to even think, as he carried her to the parking lot, where his car awaits.
Didn't stop her from punching Butch's back a couple of times. She was mentally screaming at him to put her down, but, of course, nothing came out of her mouth. Didn't stop her from hitting his back again, though.
"Kitten, you can hit me all day, and I still won't feel much pain. You're pretty much just tickling me at this point."
Sighing mentally, she just sagged, allowing Butch to take her as his not-so-willing victim. Butch just continued walking, until he finally dropped her gently on the ground when they reached his car. By then the rain was already beginning to turn into a light drizzle. Buttercup stomped on his feet before opening his car and entered.
Butch must've had his toes stomped on a lot, because it didn't even faze him. He just entered his car, and started the ignition. Buttercup got a little wet, and cursed herself for not bringing a jacket. She never really brought jackets to school, because her brothers' cars had heaters in them, but now she was shivering a bit, rubbing her arms while glancing at the guy beside her, looking like he didn't feel the cold at all. Curses.
"You know, I just realized I don't even know where I'm supposed to be going. Mind telling me where you live, Kitten?"
Buttercup was tempted to leave the car, but if it was cold inside a car, imagine how could it was outside. Besides, it was still raining, albeit lighter than it was earlier, but still. She was about to sign the address, before remembering how he didn't understand ASL. She huffed, before tsking her phone out of her pocket, only to realize it had already died. Talk about bad timing.
She was just about to ask him for his phone, but when she turned to him, he was already handing his phone to her. She took it, typed her address, before giving it back. He took one look and whistled.
"So you're one of the kids that live at that street, huh. Most of your brothers' death threats makes sense, now."
Buttercup just rolled her eyes, before motioning him to drive. He did so, and Buttercup was almost surprised he didn't try prying about why she didn't have a car, and everything else some people tend to ask her when they found out where she lived. That made her respect him a bit. Just a bit.
The ride was silent, but somehow it didn't borderline awkward. Butch had to have noticed how she was shivering, because he turned the heater on. "If you're cold, you could've just said so. I'm not gonna bite. Much."
Buttercup glared at him, but he just smirked back, annoying her furthermore. She really doesn't know why her brothers trusted him. He didn't have that aura that could be classified as "trustworthy". Nope, he had the kind of "talk back and you're dead" aura. Still, it was better than the others in her school, like Princess perhaps. He was s bit better. Just a bit.
Okay, fine. This was loads better than hitching a ride in Princess's presence. She would've braved the storm and walked until she would reach home. A cold was miles better than spending time with Princess trying to talk about her "love life" with Brick.
"Okay, this is getting boring. Pick a song, but make it good. I don't care if your brothers would hunt me down with a damn rifle, I'll kick you out of this car and drive if you pick a love song."
Buttercup rolled her eyes, but did as he asked. After listening to a few radio channels, she stopped at one of the familiar songs. She could see Butch's right eyebrow raising, and she already knew what he was going to say.
"Huh, so chicks do know Imagine Dragons."
It was her turn to raise her eyebrow, almost daring him to continue. He dared.
"Thought the only bands you girls listened to are One Direction and West Life. You know, the ones with the love you songs."
Buttercup slapped the back of his head, resulting into him shouting, "Hey, hey, hey! Don't mess with the driver!"
As a result she hit him again. You know, just to show him he wasn't the boss of her.
This was how they spent the entire car ride. Him making a few comments while she hit him everytime he says something she didn't like. By the time they got to her house, Butch was already laughing as he used one hand to restrain both her arms, resulting to her using her legs to try and kick him.
"Looks like we're here, Kitten. Damn, you're house looks good."
Butch parked right in front of the gate, which opened, revealing two worried, annoyed brothers, glaring at the driver. Their glare increased when they saw his hand around their sister's wrists. Butch saw the direction of their glare and rolled his eyes, before letting her wrists go.
Buttercup took his phone, hesitantly typing something, before giving it back to him. He looked at her before reading what she typed.
"Thanks for the ride."
He just grinned. "No probs. You might want to get out of this car, though. Your brothers look like they're about to drag you out by the window."
She rolled her eyes, but got out s
anyway. Her brothers took one look at her and sighed in relief. Sure her hair was a bit messy, and she looked a bit red, but they could tell it was from her laughing. Or at least, grinning to the point of almost laughing.
She waved goodbye, and he honked the horn, before leaving her to her brothers. When they entered the house, Buttercup's left eye twitched.
"Guys, what happened to the house?"
Her brothers didn't look at her in the eye, but they know she was mad. The house was a mess. There were pizza boxes on the floor, the couch, even hangin on the TV. Their work materials were scattered, and she didm't even want to know what that magazing was doing in the living room.
"We were about to make our projects-"
"-but then we got hungry-"
"-so we ordered pizza-"
"-but then this idiot stsrted throwing pizza at me-"
"Hey! You were the one that stepped on my project!"
"Well as twins we were supposed to do everything together. Including finishing our projects. I haven't finished mine yet and you only needed to sign yours. I think what I did was only fair."
"The only reason YOU didn't finish your project yet was because you were talking to your booty call!"
Buttercup had enough. She pulled both their ears and dragged them to the couch. She then added the pressure to the ears, making them feel much more pain.
She then pushed both of them to the couch, and while they began rubbing their ears, she began to sign angrily.
"You two are going to fix this mess, and once you're done, I'll watch as you maje you're own projects, and I'll be making sure that if either of you won't dinish their projects today, then breakfast will be greens instead of bacon and eggs!"
And so the entire night consisted of Buttercup on the couch, watching both her brothers furiously finishing their projects. As Buttercup begin to replay what has happened for the entire day, she began to have a small smile on her face. Today was a good day.