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Buttercup's P.O.V.
I am not talking to him.
He is a jerk. And a villain. He's a... jerky villain. But what else is new? I'd gotten used to that. We were frienemies. But then he went along and reminded me of just how much bad rules his life, and the contrast of the good in mine. In the form of a very insulting argument.
I'd typically start a fight- a physical one- over things like this. But that's just what he wants. He likes getting beat up as much as I like beating him.
So I'm not talking to him.
Butch, I mean.
And it's harder than it looks.
He's been so annoying all week! He's been throwing food and paper airplanes and spitballs and scrap paper and poking me and yelling at me and repeating my name and it's so annoying! Why can't he just leave me alone?!
"Buttercup! Come on, Buttercup! It's been a week!" Butch shouted, stepping on my heels as we walked to gym. "Buttercup!"
Shut up! I thought. This was beginning to feel like more of a punishment for me than him.
"ButtercupButtercupButtercupButtercup," he repeated over and over again, repetitively drilling into my brain deeper and deeper.
He grunted. "You're such a jerk." Yeah. I'm the jerk. "And you know, for a 'perfect little girl', you're quite the opposite. You're like the standout with your sisters. 'Perfect' may be a bit of an overstatement for them, but for you, 'jerky', 'mean', and downright 'unappealing' don't even begin to cover it."
That was it. I screamed as I whipped around and pounded my fist straight into his face. Pushed to the floor, he stared up at me, appalled.
Then a sneer grin spread across his face. "I knew it," he snickered. But you know what, I didn't care. It's called motivation.
I beat him pretty hard that day. A few teachers had to come in and stop me. He went to the nurse- not that he wouldn't be healed by this evening, he's got Chemical X running through him, after all- and I got sent to the principal's, where I was given a detention and shown to an angry father. But I didn't care. It was worth it.
The next time I saw Butch, he laughed about it nonstop. Somewhere in there he slipped in an apology for what he said, claiming he didn't completely mean it. Half of me wanted to believe him. The other half decided it was just nice to talk to him again.
I am not talking to him.
He is a jerk. And a villain. He's a... jerky villain. But what else is new? I'd gotten used to that. We were frienemies. But then he went along and reminded me of just how much bad rules his life, and the contrast of the good in mine. In the form of a very insulting argument.
I'd typically start a fight- a physical one- over things like this. But that's just what he wants. He likes getting beat up as much as I like beating him.
So I'm not talking to him.
Butch, I mean.
And it's harder than it looks.
He's been so annoying all week! He's been throwing food and paper airplanes and spitballs and scrap paper and poking me and yelling at me and repeating my name and it's so annoying! Why can't he just leave me alone?!
"Buttercup! Come on, Buttercup! It's been a week!" Butch shouted, stepping on my heels as we walked to gym. "Buttercup!"
Shut up! I thought. This was beginning to feel like more of a punishment for me than him.
"ButtercupButtercupButtercupButtercup," he repeated over and over again, repetitively drilling into my brain deeper and deeper.
He grunted. "You're such a jerk." Yeah. I'm the jerk. "And you know, for a 'perfect little girl', you're quite the opposite. You're like the standout with your sisters. 'Perfect' may be a bit of an overstatement for them, but for you, 'jerky', 'mean', and downright 'unappealing' don't even begin to cover it."
That was it. I screamed as I whipped around and pounded my fist straight into his face. Pushed to the floor, he stared up at me, appalled.
Then a sneer grin spread across his face. "I knew it," he snickered. But you know what, I didn't care. It's called motivation.
I beat him pretty hard that day. A few teachers had to come in and stop me. He went to the nurse- not that he wouldn't be healed by this evening, he's got Chemical X running through him, after all- and I got sent to the principal's, where I was given a detention and shown to an angry father. But I didn't care. It was worth it.
The next time I saw Butch, he laughed about it nonstop. Somewhere in there he slipped in an apology for what he said, claiming he didn't completely mean it. Half of me wanted to believe him. The other half decided it was just nice to talk to him again.
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So, a couple people told me to write another part to Silent Treatment ( [link] ) so... here it is! I hope it's as good as you hoped it would be I decided to write it from Buttercup's view this time. There's some lines in there that I'm not so happy with, but... I don't know. It's as good as it's gonna get.
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Cutee!