What Would You Do For Love?

A New Day: Part 1

Chapter One: A New Day

Buttercup's POV

I woke up late that morning. It was not surprising since it was the first day of school. I hated the first day of school or any other day when I had to attend. My phone beeped indicating that I had a text message. I picked it up and saw that it was from Mitch. I groaned partly from just waking up and partly from frustration. Ever since we had been going together he had been a pain in the ass. I did care about him, but I just wondered sometimes if he was the one. I just wasn't sure if I was in love with him. Did I even know what that meant?

All I ever heard from the kids at school was how we were the prefect couple. I almost believed it. It's not that I didn't care about Mitch, but I just had this feeling that there was something more... something bigger... Life couldn't possibly be as simple as Mitch makes it out to be. Finally, I got out of bed and staggered to the bathroom.

I didn't take that much time to primp, not like my sister Bubbles. She got up an hour and a half early everyday just to do her hair and makeup. I guess that's why I always woke up late. I didn't care about appearances as much as she did. As I came out of the bathroom I could hear my sister Blossom bellowing from down the hall.

"Buttercup! Get up!" She swung open my bedroom door. I had on my black jeans and was in my bra. I hadn't decided what shirt to wear. "Blossom, get out!" I shouted at her.

"Then hurry up!" she shouted and slammed the door. I took out my green T-shirt with the Harley printed on it with the words Biker Chic on the back. I ran the comb through my hair one last time and picked up my bag and stuck the earpiece to my Ipod in my ear. Music always drowned out any problems reality brought.

I raced downstairs to see my two sisters in the kitchen eating breakfast. "Hey, guys," I said, picking up a few pieces of bacon and shoving them into my mouth. "So, who's driving today?"

"You," Bubbles said, giggling as she finished off the last of her orange juice. "Like you would let us drive your car."

"True," Buttercup said. "So let's go before we're late."

I raced for the door, my sisters trailing behind me. We all got in my car and took off for school. Traffic wasn't bad as we road down the street. When we arrived at school there was quite a crowd. I saw Mitch approach me as I got out.

"Hey, babe," he said, and put his hands around my waist. "I called three times this morning. Why didn't you answer?"

"Because I overslept," I said. "I barely had time to get ready."

"It would be nice if you dressed a little sexier for me," he said. "Since you're not into other things." He tried slipping his hand under my shirt.

I jerked away from his embrace. God, he pissed me off when he did that. "Is that all you think about?"

I walked several paces, until I felt him take my hand. "Hey, you're my girlfriend. It would be nice if you acted like one."

"What, all girly and hanging on your every word. Well, it's not going to happen, Mitch." I walked away from him and was about to enter the building, but I heard a loud noise coming from a distance.

I looked back to see a guy getting off a motorcycle. He took off his helmet to reveal a mound of black spiky hair and dark green eyes. Damn, I thought. Who was that? I had to know. He wore dark jeans and a black leather jacket and a green T-shirt. I just couldn't take my eyes off of him.

"Hey, Buttercup," Holly Jensen, one of my classmates said, coming up to me. "Did you see the new guy?"

"Who is he?" I asked. I tried not to sound too interested, but the truth was I just had to know.

"I don't know, but I'm going to find out," Holly said with a twinkle in her eye. "See you later, Buttercup."

I saw her walking over to the guy trying to get his attention. I just shook my head. Holly was just so boy crazy all the time. She would have went after any guy who so much as smiled at her.

For some strange reason I remained focused on that guy. I didn't know why, besides I had a boyfriend. I just couldn't help myself. I thought for a moment that he looked over at me. Thankfully the bell rang.