AN: Be prepared for another intense chapter, I'm not going to waste time with a drawn out AN, but be prepared for another OC by Author Candidate- James Scott.
Chapter 8: Challenge 8
Buttercup's POV
So I got out of the hospital, but not without a good ol' ticket to the rehabilitation center, apparently a girl can't casually experiment with dangerous and highly addictive street drugs in peace. I fell behind my sisters to talk alone with my unlikely savior, Butch.
"Hey, why'd you save me? Not that I'm complaining, but I just didn't expect you to ever play hero." He grabbed my wrist and covered my mouth abruptly and pulled me into an empty alley. He let go of me and signaled for me to be quiet.
"Before you blow up at me, I know what's going on. I'm related to HIM, remember?" I felt relief rush over me and I flung my arms around his well built waist.
"Thank god, thank you so much! But he's ruining my life Butch!" He wrapped his arms around me for comfort and buried his nose in my hair.
"I know, and I'm sorry… I know you're doing this for your dad, but trust me when I say that the easiest path is just to complete the challenges. Even if you sacrifice yourself for him, HIM will just wreak havoc since you'd be out of the way." I hugged him tighter and surprisingly he placed a comforting kiss in my hair. "It'll be okay, I promise. I'll do what I can to help you… I'll even go to rehab with you, I should probably get off heroin myself…" I looked up to find a kind look that looked so foreign in my former enemy's forest green eyes.
"Thank you, Butch. We should probably get back to the rest." He nodded in agreement and we stealthily slipped back behind the group. We ended up at the motel where I parked my car and I paid what I owed, and everyone piled into the car. I drove home with Butch in the passenger seat, raving over how much he LOVED my car, I only smirked and drove the car back to the house.
When we pulled into the garage, everyone hopped out and went into the house, flopping on the couch in exhaustion except for Butch and me, who ran up to my room to find the next challenge. Nobody really batted an eye since they were all so tired they didn't notice, I would be surprised if they were still awake. I walked to my dresser and picked up a red letter, a letter that had more writing on it than usual.
"Dear Buttercup, it seems that it's a little hard to get people to hate you and it is also proving quite difficult to KILL you. It seems I'll have to go to more extreme measures to knock you off, so here's your challenge for today. I'll be in disguise as an escape artist today and I'm coming to Townsville to offer an attempt at an escape from a water chamber. Don't worry about any glass breaking, the walls will be bulletproof, you WILL die today, after all, who can save you from an unescapable bulletproof chamber that is rapidly filling with water? Maybe Butch or your sisters can, but if they try, your DEAR father is as good as DEAD! I always remembered how much you hated the idea of drowning. I sure hope you have gotten smarter than you always have been or this just might be the end of both Buttercup and Professor Utonium, wouldn't that just be a TRAGEDY? Anyways, I thought you would like to know that Townsville News knows all about your little drug problem, have fun with the press. (PS to Butch, don't think I'll just let your betrayal go unpunished…)"
I looked up to my counterpart, concern obvious in my eyes and his. "Shit Butch, we're gonna die! Now he's after you too!" He brought a large hand up to cup my cheek in a comforting fashion.
"It'll be ok cupcake, I can take care of myself and I know you can find a way outta that box. I'll keep your sisters from helping and we'll be fine, I swear." I leaned into his hand and gripped his strong arm as if it was a life line.
"You're right. A little water and a little treat can't take down the greens that easily!" He looked me in the eyes and smirked a smirk that only we could pull off.
"Atta girl Cupcake! I'll see you in Town Square at three PM." I nodded pulled me into a quick embrace before flying from my window. I smiled after him and walked downstairs to see my sisters and Kit asleep on top of eachother. I smiled down at them and put a fluffy blanket across the three.
I walked upstairs and got dressed in a pair of lounge clothes: A dark green football Jersey and a pair of yoga shorts, which were barely visible due to the size of the jersey. I was about to make breakfast, but the doorbell rang. I took my time getting to the door, but felt my anger rise as the doorbell rang again. I opened the door with a glare and was genuinely surprised to be met with an emerald glare from an unfamiliar person.
"Just who the hell are y-" The man at the doorstep was only about an inch taller than me, but he was built and the muscle wasn't just for show. He grabbed me harshly by my neck and pulled me from the doorway, slamming the door closed. Promptly after the door shut, I felt my head crack painfully against the red door. I held in a groan of pain and managed to kick the guy hard in the gut even though I couldn't breathe. My kick seemed to do the trick since he released me and stumbled back a little.
"What the fuck did I do to you asshole?!" I was breathing heavily, trying to catch my breath and stood in a fighting stance, prepared for anything.
"You're putting my girlfriend in danger! I'm not gonna let you do that, bitch!" I dropped my guard for a second in the confusion I felt from his accusation, but that gave him an opening to grab the back of my head and smash my face into the handrail, splitting my forehead. He backed off thinking I was down, but I threw a surprise of my own and caught his jaw with a mean left hook, making a snapping sound and he shouted from the pain. While he was nursing his jaw, I sent another hard punch to his eye, which made him kneel over, where I finished with a knee to the chin, he was lucky it wasn't the nose.
My sisters and Kit flung the door open, probably hearing the commotion and they all gasped loudly, Kit's the loudest. I looked over to the three looking absolutely pissed and probably scary from the gash on my forehead.
"Oh my god, what happened?" Blossom was the first to come to her senses and ask what the hell had just happened.
"This son of a bitch tried to kill me as soon as I opened the fucking door!" I kicked him in the ribs hard as I gave my explanation, earning a pitiful grunt from the psycho who attacked me on my doorstep.
"Bradley?" My head snapped back to face Kit.
"You know this fucker?" She nodded nervously and kneeled down next to him.
"Bradley, are you ok?" She gently cupped his face and checked his face for anything broken.
"Yeah I'm doing great Kit, no need to worry about me at all, I was only the one who got attacked in the first place! Who the fuck even is this guy?" She sent me a glare that left me confused. What the hell did I do?
"He's Bradley Phoenix and you dislocated his jaw! He can't even close it. Why the hell did you do that?!" I stared at her in disbelief and frustration.
"Uh, were you listening AT ALL? I opened the fucking door and he grabbed me by my neck and tried to beat me up for 'putting his girlfriend in danger' or some shit like that! Like if I don't know who the fuck HE is, why would I know who the fuck his GIRLFRIEND is?!" She sent me a sharp glare and I sent her a nasty glare back, she was supposed to be on my side, not the guy who started it!
"I'M his girlfriend! He was just looking out for me, he just tends to be a bit overprotective, you didn't have to hurt him like that!" I all but snarled at my friends betrayal.
"You know, what the fuck ever Kit, go fuck your boyfriend and go live with him and have thirty fucking kids for all I care, but I'm not gonna sit here and let this son of a bitch try to hurt me and not do anything about it!" I didn't even wait for a response as I walked back in the house to patch up the gash that was leaking blood down my face.
I walked down the lab stairs and found the Professor's medical cabinet and managed to clean it without screaming, which was quite the feat since alcohol had to have been some kind of medieval torture device. I put some other stuff on it that stopped the bleeding and some little band aid like things that held it closed so it could heal easier. I turned to walk back upstairs only to find my sisters and Kit in the doorway of the lab, probably to help out the bastard that just couldn't keep his hands to himself, and not in the sexual way, the pre school way. I glared in the direction and pushed past them to go upstairs, I needed to vent.
I walked into the gym, which was only two doors down from the lab and started to punch hard at the punching bag, not bothering to stop for boxing gloves.
"How dare they all cater to him!" I rapidly threw punches at the bag to release the anger I had built up.
"How DARE he try to attack me in my own fucking home!" I pictured the punching bag as a short guy with emerald eyes and black hair, almost like a Walmart version of Butch with a worse attitude to go with it.
"How DARE she take his side just because he's her boyfriend! WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO CHICKS BEFORE DICKS?!" I punched the bag harder if it was possible and the bag almost hit the ceiling.
"If I wanted to hurt her, I very well could've had her killed by now BUT SHES FUCKING FINE!" I began to brutally punch at the bag, splitting my knuckles, making my already roadburned hands look even worse. I started to leave bloodstains on the bag, but I didn't even care at this point.
This time I didn't even say anything, just let out a war scream and punched the bag as hard as I could, shooting a hole right through it, my hand submerged in sand which was stinging at my busted knuckles. I pulled my hand out and felt myself calm down as the sand poured out of the bag. I waited until all the sand was drained from the bag before tossing the carcass of the old punching bag and cleaning up the sand that had spilled onto the floor. I went to the storage closet to grab a fresh punching bag and hung it up for the next time someone, probably me, needed it.
I calmly walked out of the gym and washed the sand off of my hands, then ran right into the very girl I didn't want to see.
"I thought you left to live with your boyfriend." I spat coldly at my 'friend'. Friends don't betray each other like that. She shot me an angry look and walked up close to me.
"He was only being protective! You didn't have to mess up his face like that! You're stronger than him and it's not right that you beat him up like that!" I rolled my eyes and turned my back, shooting a glare over my shoulder.
"You forget that I'm a human too right now. If I didn't fight back, he was going for blood. He smashed my face into the fucking handrail!" I pointed to the no longer bleeding gash on my face. Her eyes suddenly started watering up and I groaned inwardly, not the waterworks again…
"I- I'm soo so sorry, can you forgive me? I just saw that h-his jaw was dislocated and it looked so b-bad…" tears started to stream down her face. My glare softened and I turned to face her, I really felt awful when I saw tears…
"No, no, don't cry Kit! You know I'm not good with crying. Umm… I forgive you, I'll make you breakfast and everything!" She started to cry harder and I wondered if I said the wrong thing. What do I do? On an impulse, I pulled her into a hug and let her cry into my shoulder, hoping it would help her stop, but I began to panic when she started to cry MORE!
"Shit, what'd I do? I'm trying, what can I do to make you stop crying?" I spoke in a soft panicked voice in her ear and she squeezed my ribs tighter and buried her head farther into my shoulder. I started to rub her back to calm her down and to my immense relief, her sobs began to settle down.
"I'm s-orry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so-" I cut off her rapid fire apology and pulled her away so she could look me in the eyes.
"Kit, I said I forgave you. You don't need to keep apologizing…" She smiled and jumped back into my arms, but this time, luckily not to cry. I looked over at the kitchen clock and I realized that I only had ten minutes before I had to leave for Town Square.
"You're a good friend, Buttercup." I gave her a quick squeeze to let her know I felt the same, but I needed to go.
"You too Kit, but I need to change to go to Town Square, I have something to do, you and my sisters should stay here." She gave me a nervous look, but eventually nodded. I ran upstairs and changed my tear soaked jersey to a light green v-neck t-shirt.
I ran downstairs and hopped in my car, pulling from the garage to drive to Town Square where Butch would be waiting for me. I parked my car in a parking garage and walked out nervously to see Butch waiting for me in front of a "traveling magician" that we both knew was HIM.
I walked over to Butch and sent the "magician" the nastiest glare I could make up.
"Buttercup, what happened?" He gently brushed his thumb across the hash on my face and gave me a worried look.
"Kit's overprotective boyfriend was a tad upset that she was hanging around me because apparently I'm a danger to her." He gave me a sympathetic look and eyes the water tank.
"Think you can get out?" I looked at the tank and then down to his feet.
"No, I have no idea how I'm going to pull this off if I can at all. I honestly think I'm gonna die today." His hand met my chin and tilted it up so I could face him.
"Don't think like that. I've never seen you fail at anything before so why start now? I believe in you cupcake." He offered a warm smile and I was happy to return it.
"Thanks Butch…" I gave him a quick hug and walked up to HIM. "So, what's the deal with this?" He gave me and evil looking smirk and glared into my eyes.
"You get in the chamber while it's empty, I'll lock you in, and you need to find a way out before you drown. But I'll have you know, that's very unlikely." I felt some sort of determination at his doubt in me.
"Bring it on." I practically growled at him and he flashed a devilish smirk.
"Gladly." HIM opened the top of the the chamber and put a ladder up to it. "Climb in." As I got to the top, I studied the opening. If I could get up here while it was closed, I might be able to get out. The hinges were weak enough to break with enough force. Many ideas started flashing through my head and I hopped in, shooting Butch a nervous glance through the glass. The top was four feet above my head.
I flinched as the top was slammed shut and locked with an industrial strength lock. An audience started to gather around as HIM started to speak, and to my dismay, the reporters flocked to the scene as well.
"Well it seems we have a volunteer to try to escape the Water Torture Cell! And what is your name dear?" I snarled at him and spit out a nasty reply.
"You know my fucking name." He feigned shock as I cursed at him.
"Well then. I guess the name isn't that important. Good luck escaping, the tank will be full in five minutes. Good luck." With the look he gave me I knew he wasn't actually wishing me luck.
I was snapped back to reality as ice cold water splashed over my feet. "Fuck." I hastily took off my shoes and socks, I LOATHE the feeling of wet socks. "Why the fuck did I wear socks?" I scolded myself for the dumb decision, but quickly got over it and pulled the shoelaces off of my running shoes, I might need them soon. I became more aware of the freezing water as it reached my stomach, I had to think fast. My shirt started to cling to my skin and without even thinking I pulled off my shirt and bunched it up, not caring since I wore a sports bra. An idea flashed through my head and I tied my two shoelaces together to make a long string, then wrapped and tied it around my wet shirt. The water was up to my neck and I knew what I was going to do. If that failed, I was done. As the water continued to rise, I took a deep breath and let it flow over my head. Most onlookers gasped in fear and anticipation of what I was doing. When the water got closer to the top I used my shirt to plug the pipe that was pumping the water. I held the other end of the shoelaces and swam to the top, holding myself there by planting my feet on either side of the glass chamber, holding my head above the water, gasping for air. I inched my way up to the top and pushed hard at the hinges, trying to break them off. My arms started to get tired, but the hinges were starting to give way. Thinking quick, I grabbed one of my shoes that were floating nearby and wedged it in between the two hinges. I edged the shoe close to one of the hinges and began to push at it again. It started to creak from the force, but as soon as I started to get my hopes up, the water level started to rise again but at a slower pace. Apparently my shirt wasn't the best water block. I started to panic and pushed harder on the hinges, only for my wet hand to slip over a sharp part of the hinge that had broken.
"Fuck!" My hand was bleeding heavily and started to run down my arm. I figured since my hand was already fucked up, more damage couldn't hurt. I drew back my bleeding left hand and punched the broken part of the hinge, succeeding in destroying it, but also managing to get a deep cup along my hand. I grabbed the other shoe and wedged it on top if the other one, causing the other hinge to give a little. I was about to start on breaking that one, but something snapped me out of my focus.
"Buttercup, what are you doing?!" My head snapped around to see my sisters along with Kit and her asshole of a boyfriend. The sudden movement was all it took for my feet to slip and for me to fall back under water. I started to panic since I never caught my breath and struggled to surface with the inch of empty space left in the cell. I grabbed at the place where the broken hinge used to be to get my face above the water to catch my breath, but slipped again when I pulled my left hand back from the burning pain that shot through it. I slipped under again and struggled to the top, where I only had a few seconds to catch my breath before it filled up completely. I pulled the shoelace and the water started to pour from the small hole where the hinge was broken, giving me a small place to breathe. I got a good breath and swam to the other hinge, wrapping the shoelace around it. I held it with my right hand and pushed down on it with my foot, which worked for a while until the shoelace snapped. I cursed inwardly and swam over to my breathing spot. The water was starting to turn red from my hand and it was getting difficult to see, so I stuck my hands in the small area that allowed the water to escape and held my breath, hoping the pressure of the water would be enough to break the already weakened hinge.
I heard the metal creaking from the water pressure, but my breath was running out faster than the top was breaking. I waited until I was in dire need of air to remove my hands from the small gap, allowing enough water to flow out for me to get a quick breath in before continuing to push on the top to no avail. I looked down to see the steel water pump which looked very breakable and also very handy. I made a split second decision and took a breath before diving down to break off the metal pump. It wasn't hard to get the metal off, and after I did, I let myself float back to the top and realized that finding a grip was a struggle. I managed to lodge my right hand into the gap and pull myself up to position my feet on the walls again. Once I was steady, I removed my hand from the gap and began to pick at the remaining part of the hinge with the jagged piece of metal.
I began to get impatient with how long it was taking and slammed the metal HARD into only thing that kept my in this water chamber. I started to struggle to hold my breath, but I was so close to breaking it. I pounded multiple times with the metal and right when I thought I was going to breathe in water, the hinge broke and I forced the door up enough so I could get a good breath in. I took my time breathing and slid out from the gap between the top and the chamber, earning many cheers and gasps from the audience. I looked around and realized the ladder was gone.
"Um, can you get that ladder back up here, I really don't feel like jumping from like ten feet up." HIM snarled at me in irritation and reluctantly set up the ladder on my side of the water filled box. I carefully stepped down the ladder and was almost immediately tackled into a hug from Butch and my sisters.
"I knew you could do it cupcake!"
"Oh my god you scared me!"
"Don't ever do something that stupid again!" I smiled and returned the hugs but made no promises. I looked over to see Kit being held back by her boyfriend.
"Hey, she's a big girl who can make her own decisions. Let her go asshole." He glared at me and tried to pull Kit away, but she broke free.
"Bradley, she's done nothing to hurt me and every time I was in any danger she protected me! Plus, she's right, I'm not a little kid who needs to be watched over!" He pulled her into his chest protectively.
"I just don't want anything to happen to you baby." I walked up to them and gave Kit a hug, making sure to wipe my bloody hand off on Bradley's shirt, something he wasn't too happy about.
"I would NEVER hurt you Kit." I sent Bradley a glare, which he returned as I got 'too close to his girl'.
"I'm so glad you're ok… how's your hand?" I pulled back and showed her my hand that was still bleeding pretty heavily, causing her to cringe at the sight. I was about to tell her something, but as soon as I opened my mouth, the reporters came over and started interrogating me.
"How did you get out?"
"Did you have a plan before?"
"How did you cut your hand?"
"How do you feel about completing a seemingly impossible task?"
"Why did you want to do that?"
"Did you win anything."
"Are you and Butch a thing?"
I cut off all the questions with a view of my left hand. "As much as I would LOVE to answer all of your INCREDIBLY IMPORTANT questions, I feel like my first priority is to get this fixed up, it's bleeding pretty badly and I need to get home." I walked back to Kit, Butch, and my sisters, ignoring Bradley and walked back to my car. Everyone hopped in, but there was one person left out.
"Oh no… I'm SO sorry Bradley, but it looks like there's no more room left in my car. I guess you could use the exercise, a lot of people walk in the city! See ya dude." I stuck my tongue out at him as I coasted my car past him.
"Buttercup, I know you don't like him, but he's still my boyfriend." I glanced at Kit from my rear view mirror.
"I don't trust him in my car, he already tried to kill me once." I glanced back up to gauge her reaction and was surprised to see her eyes start to water.
"Hey, wait, don't cry! What did I do this time?" Tears started to roll down her face and my sisters began to scold me.
"Come ON! Really Buttercup? Did you really have to make her cry?" I rolled my eyes and let them meet Butch's which were filled with amusement.
"It's not like I meant to! I don't even know why she's crying!" Blossom only scolded me further for my careless comment.
"Buttercup, you need to be nicer to her boyfriend! She just wants you guys to get along, why are you so difficult?" I looked in the mirror to see Kit nodding in agreement.
"Well I'll try to be nice when he tries NOT to kill me. And I prefer the term passionately driven over difficult." My answer earned me a chuckle from Butch and a groan from everyone in the back seats.
"Do it for Kit, Buttercup… At least treat him equally to us." Bubbles tried a different approach, but it wasn't going to work. I pulled over the car and unlocked the doors.
"Ok, if you want me to treat you guys equally, walk." Blossom gave me a look of disbelief.
"You can't be serious." I laughed sarcastically.
"If you're serious about me treating Bradley equal, then I'm serious about this." Kit's tears dried up and she shot me a mean glare.
"You're the worst friend EVER!" I shrugged as if it meant nothing because I knew she would come to me crying later about how bad she felt for saying something so mean.
"I guess I am. Now get off my back about Bradley or walk." I looked back to see three glares aimed towards me.
"You're going to make us choose?" I actually turned around at this one.
"I never told you to choose, I'm just saying that I'm not going to drive all the way home while everyone is yelling at me for not giving Bradley a ride when there is clearly no room in my car. It's not like I told you to like me or Bradley, I'm just saying I don't want to be scolded the whole ride home. Now if nobody else has any more complaints, I'll finish driving us home." I put my car back into gear and pulled off, not hearing one more complaint for the whole ride home.
Bradley's POV
I was walking through the city at a fast pace, trying to get to the Utonium household soon after Kit did. Not only was she going to be there with her vicious daredevil friend, she was also going to be there with two super powered girls and a super powered ex villain. Maybe I should have Kit move in with me, or at least get her to go back to her apartment.
I finally reached the house about a full hour later and I was sweating and tired. I dragged myself up the stairs and beat on the door. I waited patiently this time and to my disappointment, Buttercup opened the door, looking surprisingly open.
"Let me in bitch." Her eyes narrowed into a glare and she slammed the door on my face with more force than necessary.
"Buttercup who was that?" I heard Blossom ask from the other side of the door.
"Someone who has no business being here." I growled at her comment and banged on the door again. This time Blossom opened the door. As soon as she saw me she sent a glare at her delinquent sister.
"Buttercup, you promised you would at least TRY to be nice to him!" She sent me a glare from the couch.
"I did. As soon as I opened the door he called me a bitch! I didn't even do anything!" Kit walked up with an upset look on her face that I hated to see on her.
"What's wrong babe? The green one didn't hurt you did she? Let's go back to my house, you can stay with me for the rest of the summer." She shook her head lightly in refusal.
"She didn't hurt me, she said she would try to get along with you for me if you didn't provoke her. Can you try to be nice to her, for me?" I wanted to protest, but I couldn't refuse her, plus, maybe I overreacted a LITTLE.
"...Okay Kit, but only because I can't stand seeing you upset." She smiled brightly at me and gave me a gentle kiss that reminded me how much I loved her.
"Thanks Bradley, I love you." I smiled and pulled her closer to me.
"I love you too Kitty…" I kissed her forehead and pulled back a little to look in her eyes. "And I'll try to be nice, I promise." I looked over to see the black haired girl lying across the ex villain's legs, laughing about something he must've said. She didn't seem that bad, maybe I was wrong to come off so aggressive towards her.
I walked over to the pair and stopped in front of them, catching Buttercup's attention. She looked up at me with wide green eyes, her cheeks still flushed from laughing.
"Can I help you?" I could tell she wasn't trying to be rude, it was just her personality.
"Yeah, actually. I wanted to say I'm sorry for how I acted today and I was hoping we could start over..?" She looked at me blankly for a while, but smiled at me after thinking it over.
"I GUESS I can give you another shot at a first impression, but you better not fuck it up." My eyes widened and she started laughing loudly at me in a way that I could see that she honestly enjoyed life. "Oh man, you should've seen your face! You were all like, 'did she seriously just say fuck?'." She did a funny impersonation of my voice and I was starting to realize why Kit may like her.
"You aren't that bad… I think I can see why Kit likes you so much." She smiled lightly and looked back at me.
"You aren't half bad either when you aren't trying to bash my face in. I guess you didn't know I could take down a lion!" A cocky grin spread across her face and Butch started to tickle her, causing the poor girl to shriek and giggle loudly. I never thought of her as the ticklish type. I took that as my cue to leave, I needed to get back home.
I walked over to my girlfriend and kissed her on the cheek. "Bye Kitty, I need to go home." She gave me a hug and held onto my wrist.
"I need to go back home too, can you give me a ride to my apartment?" I smiled at her and held her hand.
"Of course love." We walked outside and hopped in my black Ford F-150 that I left here when we went to Town Square.
Professor's POV
I cringed as I watched her cut up her left hand. She was left handed and it was going to be hard to use it after that. My heart dropped when her feet lost grip on the tank and she fell back in, but I wasn't surprised when she was able to recover. I was proud of how smart she proved to be since she didn't always try too hard in school. I felt awful about being the reason she was in this position, but I could only hope that she could pull though the next 42 challenges, I missed my girls and I only got to see her while she was either hurt or getting hurt physically and emotionally.
I tried to accept the fact that there was no other way out of it, but I just hated the feeling that I was the one to put her in such a bad position…
Buttercup's POV
I didn't even realize when I fell asleep on top of Butch, but I woke up to the feeling of him stroking my hair, a feeling that I decided I loved. When I opened my eyes, I was met with his deep forest green ones.
"Hey Cupcake. We have rehab tomorrow morning. You'll probably only have to go to the one, but I'm going until I'm clean. I knew it would be hard for him to quit, but he was going to do it anyways and I was proud of him. I smiled brightly and hugged him while I was lying down, burying my face in his very toned stomach.
"You're the best!"
Butch's POV
I smiled softly as she snuggled into my abs and started to run my fingers through her soft hair. If my brothers were here, they would be making fun of me so bad. Looking at her now made me wonder how I ever wanted to hurt her.
I ran my hand over her defined cheekbone and she leaned up to face me. I brushed some hair out of her face and looked down at her full light pink lips. I looked back up at her eyes and realized they reflected the way I felt. I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers, confirming that her lips felt just as soft as they looked. I moved one hand down to the base of her neck and hers moved to my chest, grabbing my shirt. I was about to French her, but her redhead sister ruined our fun when she made her presence known.
Buttercup pulled away still smiling at me, but turned to her sister with a glare.
"Really Bloss? Was that necessary?!" I smiled at the fact that she wanted it just as bad as I did and put my arm around her shoulder, something she surprisingly allowed.
"The professor wouldn't approve of you doing that in the house if he were here." Her glare turned dangerous and her voice lowered to a chilling whisper.
"The professor had more important things at hand than worrying about who I'm kissing, so hop off my back and let me live. I'm just as old as you are." Blossom just shook her head in defeat and walked upstairs.
I looked back to her and we both knew the mood was already down the drain. "I need to get back home Cupcake, but I'll text you tomorrow, just give me your number." I gave her my phone and she typed her number in. Once I got it back, I smiled at her. "I'll meet you at rehab. It should be FUN!" She laughed at my sarcasm and I laughed at how funny her laugh was.
"See ya Butch!" She called after me as I flew home. I really hoped everything would turn out well for her…
AN: Ok so there ya have it! Even more people are now involved and HIM is getting frustrated with Buttercup's success with the challenges. Hope you enjoyed the chapter, hopefully I can get the next one up soon, please review!