Chapter 3: New Students Means Trouble

Buttercup POV

I sat next to Bubbles in the back of class.

"Hey, Bubbles. Finish that paper?" I asked.

"What? Oh, yeah, I did." She stammered.

"Where's Blossom?" I eyed the empty seat next to her.

"Biology. She wanted to turn in an extra credit assignment." She answered.

"Nerd." I muttered under my breath.

"Class, I would like to introduce three new students. These are the Jojo Brothers, Boomer, Brick, and Butch." Ms. Keane said.

They stood at the front of the class, looking bored.

"Boys, you can have a seat anywhere there is a free desk." Ms. Keane turned toward the board.

The only other empty seats in the class were across the room and for that I was so grateful.

Blossom had just walked in and handed Ms. Keane her pass and sat next to Bubbles.

At some point in the middle of class, I heard Bubbles' phone ping. No one else could hear it, except maybe me, Bubbles, Blossom, and the the boys thanks to our super hearing.

I glanced at her as she unzipped her hoodie pocket and pulled out her phone. Her eyes were glued to her phone with confusion and she looked across the room. I followed her gaze slowly and I saw Butch holding his phone in his hand and looking at Bubbles.

Bubbles POV

Me: How'd u get my number?

Butch: Put mine in your phone and sent myself a text Starbucks.

Me: What do you want?

Butch: Wait after class until everyone leaves.

Me: Y?

Butch: We need to talk.

I stopped typing. I put my phone back into my pocket and continued to take my notes.

The bell rang after what felt like a short while and everyone got up and headed out into the halls. I stayed in my seat, waiting for them to clear out.

"Bubbs, you coming?" BC asked.

"Yeah, I'll be there in a sec, just save me a seat." I told her.

She nodded and left with Blossom.

The room was empty, all except for one person who stood across the room, leaning against his desk, arms crossed.

"C'mere." He demanded.

I picked up my blue tote bag and walked over slowly, stopping about three feet away from where he was standing.

"I said c'mere." He sighed as he gripped my hoodie and pulled me closer.

I was surprised and I reacted quickly, trying to catch myself on the desk he was leaning on, but I found I didn't need to because he had me pinned against him.

I could feel his chest moving from his breathing because my head had been pressed so closely against his black shirt.

"Butch, let go." I said.

"No." He whined. "This is nice."

"Butch." I said as I tried to push myself away.

I ultimately gave up because it was useless.

"Butch, why am I here?" I asked.

"So you and your friend Cody are really close, huh?" He asked.

His chest vibrated as he spoke.

"Well, that's really none of your business." I said.

"Oh, but it is." He laughed. "You and him, it's over."

"What?" I asked.

"You heard me." He said.

"Why?" I was getting angrier.

"Because I say so." He answered.

"That's not a good reason," I argued. "Besides, what does it matter to you?"

"I think what happened at Starbucks answers that question." He eyed me.

I sighed. "You can't feel that way about me."

Butch's eyebrows grew closer together, showing his confusion. "Why not?"

"Because we're too different. I'm blue, you're green. I'm a Puff, you're a Ruff. I'm sugar, you're snails. I'm Bubbles and you're Butch. We just don't go together." I answered.

"I beg to differ." Butch whispered.

He leaned in closer and tried to kiss me but I moved away. "Butch, I have a boyfriend."

He sighed and finally let me go, leaving me in the room alone.