Buttercup and the rest of the other girls were dressed for today's activity in Physical Education, which consisted of tight spandex shorts and a volleyball jersey.
'I'm surprise this poor ass school has such a nice gym and manages to keep track of equipment around here.' Buttercup ponders while she and the other girls emerge from the girls' locker room.
The sounds of wolf whistles were instantly heard once they exit from but she chose to simply ignore the immature action.
A woman, with silver hair tied in a midlevel ponytail and olive green eyes, steps out on to the gym floor. She then draws the metallic whistle from around her neck and blows it.
Her respective students mentally recognizes the signal and convenes in on her location.
The woman was clad in a sweatsuit, or coaches' attire, and promptly orders for her students to, "Line up."
She casts her sights at the other classes, who also uses the gym, before she faces her class again.
"Since the other courts are taken...we will play coed volleyball today!" The coach broadcasted as a handful of the guys happily cheered from the news while the girls simply rolled their eyes.
"They're just perverts!" Buttercup asserts about the teen age boys as the girls agreed with a nod of their heads in a ripple fashion, which resembles a crowd doing the wave.
"Check it out!" A random girl says as she points in the direction of Butch, "...there's the hot new boy in Mr. Matura's class."
Her announcement caused the girls, including Buttercup herself, heads to swivel in the pointed direction.
"Oh...Bell and her gang are approaching him." The random girl mentions when a girl with long snow white hair and pure white eyes strut over to where Butch was.
"Hey! Someone get me a volleyball." Buttercup suddenly ordered to the group of girls once a wicked idea formulated in her thoughts.
'So she's already checking me out. I knew she couldn't resist me.' Butch smugly assumes before a feminine voice breaks him away from his thoughts.
"You're a new face around Pokey Oaks, my name's Bell and these are my besties Mirabel and Lily," A girl with long white hair and white eyes greets him after she approaches him.
"And does that bother you or excite you?" He smoothly poses to the girl in front of him.
His question causes her groupies to swoon from his bad boy attitude and persona.
"A little bit of both but I do like bad boys since they provide somewhat of a challenge." Bell counters, which causes a smirk to appear on his face.
"Is that so?" He confidently rebuttaled right before a white circular object was beamed at the girl's head.
What happened next instantly caught his attention, she swiftly dodged and managed to secure it with one of her bare-hands.
The white hair girl grasps the object, glances at the item and registers it as a volleyball.
"Who threw this ball?" Bell calmly shouts while she tracks the ball's path in order to locate which student was responsible for the incident.
Her eyes scan the expressions of her fellow peers before it lands on a raven hair girl with lime green eyes. 'I should have known who it was,'
"Excuse me for a minutes," She briefly excuses herself away from Butch and marches in Buttercup's direction.
"Come on man, we're about to start the game!" A boy with a brown hair informs Butch. He merely shrugs his shoulders upward and trails behind the boy.
"Excuse me, ladies," Bell interjects after she walks up to the group of girls that surround Buttercup. "...but it seems as if this volleyball was aimed directly at my head. I was wondering who was responsible for this idea?"
"I'm so sorry about that, Bell. We were taking practice shots and I had mistaken your head for the wall. I will gladly take that off of your manicured hands." Buttercup calmly lies to Bell as she removes the ball from within her hands.
"I always knew you were stupid but you're blind too?" Bell smoothly adds before she turns and was about to walk off when Buttercup speaks up.
"How about a game then, Bell? You on the other team versus me or are you just too prissy to handle your own dirty work?" Buttercup suggests to the white hair female while she bounces the volleyball up and down in her right hand.
She, of all people, knew how deep down underneath that plastic shell Bell loved a good challenge and knew that she would agree to her suggestion.
"And if I win?" Bell questioned Buttercup after she paused and peered over her shoulder in the direction of where she stood.
"Let me think about it?" Buttercup speaks up as she ponders what it was that was going to wager for their bet. "If I lose then I will dress girly the whole week and if I win you dress like the boy that you really are." She offers after she shifts the volleyball to her left hip and extends her right arm upperward.
Bell mulls over the possiblities of losing until the sigh of the tough Buttercup in a skirt definitely makes the choice so much easier, "You're on!"
"Oh and by the way, I plan on winning this match, so you better get your skirts and tank tops ready." She lips at the raven hair girl as she points at her bottom and top with a smile apparent on her face.
"And to you too, baggy pants and large t-shirts," Buttercup was retorting with a smirk on her face. She knows that the odds were against Bell thus setting her up for an easy win.
"Now that that's settle, let's get this game started!" They simultaneously verbalize while they tread to their respective sides of the court.
"Yo, they said that Buttercup and Bell have a bet going on! Whoever loses have to dress like each other for the week! "A random boy relays the message on to a group of boys, including Butch, who had already eavesdrop in on their conversation.
"Can you believe that the Queen of toughness could be wearing girly clothes for an entire week?" A random student dazingly utters among the group when the latter one replies, "That would be a sight!".
A high pitch shrill noise was produced from the whistle that was owned by the woman PE teacher. She loudly shouts at the top of her lungs, "Choose a team!"
Butch opts to select Buttercup's team instead of Bell's since he wants to botch the game in her favor, forces Buttercup to lose the bet, and accepts the opposing wager.
The PE coach placed herself in front her class so that she can remember those who particpated so that they can recieve the proper grade for her class prior to her clearing her throat.
"Since the bet was set forth by Buttercup, Bell's team serve first." She broadcasts to the class on who will serve first for the start of the game.
"Ah come on Coach Valetta, that's not fair!" Buttercup admantly protests Coach Valetta's favor to the silver hair woman, who makes her way to the net to serve as a judge of the game.
"You know my rules when it comes to using my class as a betting game, whoever initiates it first goes second." She calmly outlines one of her classroom rules before she blows the whistle to start the game.
Bell serves first as she tosses the ball in the air and executes a simple serve so the ball could sail over the net. One of Buttercup's teammates taps the ball upward in the air. Buttercup recognizes that as an opportunity to potientally spike the ball and strike fear in Bell's teammates.
She swiftly weaves in and out of her classmates with her eyes lock in on the ball. She carefully yet perfectly times her attack before it lands on her side and declares, "I got it!"
Buttercup had spiked the ball so hard that it smashed straight in to the ground and left a scorch mark against the wooden court.
"Wow," Bell hears some of her teammates comment and whistles after that spike.
'She doesn't know that this is the best three-out-of-five games. All that energy she has is going to go to waste.'
"Oh yeah Bell, there's one tad bit of info I forgot to tell you." Coach Valetta abruptly calls the white hair girl's name and discloses, "We're not going by the traditional best three out-of-five games. One game is enough to settle you two's bet with each other."
Bell's eyes expand out of shock after she hears the sudden announcement of the length of the game from Coach Valetta.
"Are you serious?!" She argued at the silver hair woman before the ball connected with the ground and rolled until it bumped up against her leg.
'This almost seems so one-sided. If I'm going to throw this game I have to do it right.' Butch noted as he began to devised a scheme that would work out in his favor.
Buttercup effortlessly throws the ball in the air and completes a simple serve, which causes the circular white ball to glide over the net before someone hits the ball. After about a couple of rallies, the ball eventually landed on Buttercup's side because Hiromi claimed that something distracted her from hitting the ball.
Bell served the ball as she saw Buttercup's teammate set her up for another spike.
"Block that!" Bell loudly ordered before she saw a smile on Buttercup's face before she observed Midori right behind her and delivered the spike this time.
"Good job, Midori," She high fives the red head girl before being serious again.
'So this Midori is good too,' Butch was making a mental list of who to distract when the time was right.
The game went back and forth with Buttercup scoring no higher than four or five points right before Bell would come back. Now they were all tied up.
Coach V looked at the clock, "If this game doesn't end within the next hour the bet is a draw and that means you both have to go through it."
'So I can't lose, I can put her through the same punishment.' was the two thought plan but what they did not take in consideration was the scheming Butch.
'I can have both of them gone through the punishment but I really want to see that chick Buttercup in a skirt though.' Butch was weighing before making his decision on who the winner should be.
It was Bell's turn to serve, she repeated the same serve from before. She had purposely conserved her energy for this point... an all out brawl to the finish.
Buttercup took a deep breath and looked around at her teammates. She felt her dignity was in their hands and if one of them screwed it up then they were dead.
She countered Bell's serve with a strong hit as Bell's team reacted and rallied the ball back. Coach V surveyed her watch and noticed that they have shaven thirty minutes off already with their rallies.
'Seems like they are trying to go into a draw,' She was guessing based on the lackadaisical manner they were now playing compared to the pulse pounding adrenaline rushing game a couple of minutes ago.
'15…10…5…4…3…2…1' was the thought going through their head before they heard Coach Valetta's whistle blow.
"Game and match goes to Bell!" She shouted as the two girls could not believe that someone had won the match.
"Well looks like I lost fair and square." Buttercup uttered with a fake smile on her face. She planned to find and kill the person that cost them the game.
"Well good game then," Bell said still in shock that someone had won.
She clearly saw that they held back so that both of them would have to go through it right before caught a smirk on Butch's face.
"Alright then! Go get dress in your regular clothes. You're dismissed when the bell rings." Coach Valetta yelled towards the group of teenagers.
"I can't believe this shit!" Buttercup shouted.
She kicked over the basket hampers that held their PE outfits for the day oncd she entered the girls locker room.
"Who the hell blew the game?!" Buttercup screamed once she took the volleyball jersey off her body. Her anger was boiling.
"Midori!" She called for the red hair girl. The raven hair teen saw her stick her hand up in between the row of lockers.
"Did you see who did it? I mean one minute I'm looking at the clock and then I hear Coach V's whistle claiming that Bell won the bet?" She asked.
"Well you did seem to be out of it, so was Bell. We knew that we didn't really want a winner because it was a fun game." Midori spoke up before she watched Buttercup punch the lockers. They collapsed in a domino effect.
"Don't give me that bullshit! Who in the hell blew the fucking game?" She poses again as anger starts to cloud her vision.
"It was the new boy." Buttercup overheard Bell say as that just snapped her off the deep end.
"Calm down Buttercup!" The sound of Midori's voice brought her out of her storm of anger. A smile soon graced her face as she began to change.
"I think this is just the calm before the storm." Bell says as she left Midori and Buttercup to change in the locker room.
'If he wants to play the trouble maker then I will play along, Butch!' The raven hair teen considered. She ultimately dreaded the up and coming week where she would have to wear girly clothes.
"Buttercup!" She heard her name being called and turned to see Blossom canter up to her.
"What is it Blossom?" She questions as the red head stares her dead in the face with a serious look on her face.
"I heard you lost a bet to Bell and have to wear girly girl clothes for the week." Blossom divulged.
She observes her sister exhales a sigh prior Bubbles soft voice call out to them, "Is it true?"
"Yep, but I have to find the person thar threw the game for their personal enjoyment." Buttercup replies with a devious smile on her face.
"Well we have half of fifth period because our homerooms go to lunch at the same time today." Blossom mentions.
"Just bring your raincoats there is going to be an unexpected storm going to happen." Buttercup ominously forewarns them.
She was then heading out to give out the orders of what she was planning.
"I don't like what she just said." Bubbles claimed as she just heard what Buttercup's riddle goes through her head.
'Is she planning a food fight?' Blossom wonders right before the bell for their next class rung.
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Buttercup had entered the cafeteria. She instantly was overhearing the gossip about her losing to Bell in a game of Volleyball in gym and what was the consequences of the bet.
The raven hair teen just ignored the chit chatter as she memorized the face she wanted to hit for what she had planned for this lunch period to calm her anger.
The lime green eye Puff scanned the cafeteria to see all her soliders at their designated spot. She walked was walking nonchalantly in the lunch room before coming out with a pile of food on her tray.
Buttercup sat with her sisters, Midori and a couple of other people that were her close friends at a table that was right next to the serving line.
"Ladies, today we will commemorate my loss to Miss Bell and boy do I have a surprise for everyone." She made known after she heard the cafeteria door open and close.
Her target traveled in along with his posse of brothers.
Buttercup whipped out her phone and sent a quick text. She watches her henchman work quickly and quietly as they lock the cafeteria doors.
"And what do you have plan?" One of the girls probed as a look of fear soon appeared on her face. She knew how Buttercup can be when it comes down to getting her revenge.
"You seriously aren't going to go through this?" Blossom challenges in disbelief while she stands up in her seat. Buttercup just placed her chin on top of her entwined hands.
"Calm down. It's too late now. You are now considered one of my associates since you now know what is about to happen in this cafeteria." She said causing Blossom to sit back down in her seat.
"Now as I said before ladies, when you mess with me I get revenge. I don't hold back in how I do it either." She proclaimed with a very intense look on her face when she spoke to her girlfriends.
"If it were me, I would just sit back and enjoy being clean for the last five minutes of my lives. Because no one and I do mean no one will be leaving this cafetria without so much as a stain on their clothes." The raven hair teen declares once she leans closer to her sisters and maniacally laughs to herself.
Buttercup simply observes her two sisters' hopeful expressions as they silently pray that neither of the boys would emerge from the lunch line. 'Please don't open that door.'
The door slowly swings up while Blossom and Bubbles scrunch up their faces, the intended targets enter their field of vision.
"Now the fun begins," Buttercup utters to herself as Butch, Brick and Boomer stroll down the aisle of the cafeteria.
A milk carton suddenly flies out of nowhere.
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Author's Note:
07.15.16 Major Editing Revisions