What Would You Do For Love?

When Hell Freezes Over: Part 1

Chapter Four: When Hell Freezes Over

Butch's POV

I couldn't believe that stupid Mitch ruined everything, when I was finally getting somewhere with Buttercup. I was on I mission now. She was going to be my girlfriend if it was the last thing I did. I was just afraid that now she hated me.

God, I was getting pathetic. Why was I worrying so much about one girl, one incredibly hot girl? At least I wasn't the only one she was mad at. I told myself that it wouldn't be long before she forgave me. I don't think she was really that mad to begin with.

I walked into the apartment my brothers and I shared. Boomer was out on the couch, while Brick was sleeping on the cot on the floor. It wasn't even one in the morning. God, they were so lame, but I was getting tired too, after beating the crap out of that ass Mitch. Well, there was always tomorrow, I thought. I would get her to talk to me.

I called her again, but all I got was her voice mail. I hung up the phone and went into the bedroom. Damn, this place is a mess. I lay down on the mattress that was on the floor. I thought about what Buttercup would think of this place. She would hate it. I saw the place she lived in. She deserved the best, and this place wasn't it.

When I saw Mitch in the park trying to force himself on her, that sent a rage through me. He deserved a beating for that alone. It would never be that way for me and her. She'll know what it's like to be treated like a lady, not some horny teenager's play thing.

When I closed my eyes that night all I could do was dream of her.

"Hey, Butch," I heard my brother Brick scream at me from the doorway. "We're gonna be late for school."

I shot awake knowing I couldn't miss school. I looked at my phone, hoping I had gotten a call from Buttercup, but no such luck. I groaned and staggered to my feet and entered the bathroom.

I changed clothes and entered the small kitchen. Boomer had a lukewarm omelet waiting for me. There was no time to heat it up, so I just shoved it in my mouth and headed out the door.

I dragged my school bag and headed out the door with my brothers close behind me. My brothers took their old run down car we bought for practically nothing, while I took my motorcycle. My bike was my baby, and they knew better than to put a single print on it.

I road to school that day thinking about nothing but Buttercup, that girl had taken over my life, and I only met her yesterday. I was either sick, horny or in love, maybe all three. That's what it was.

I entered the school building ten minutes before class started. When I entered homeroom, Buttercup was nowhere to be found. Damn, I really wanted to talk to her. I sat down in the back and put my feet up on the seat next to me. If and when she came in I would make sure she had to sit in that seat. I looked around to see all the other seats were taken. Sure enough she was one of the last students to enter. She saw me in the back and tried not to look at me.

I saw her looking around, and I think she realized that there was no other seats available. Great. "BC," I called over to her. Finally she looked at me. She came up to my desk. "Saved you a seat."

She said nothing to me, as she sat down. I threw her an intense stare, but she just looked away from me. She was nervous, and I did that to her. Good job, Butch.

"Hey, Buttercup," I said, trying to get her attention. I touched her hand, which made her jump. "Are you gonna stay mad at me?"

Finally, she looked over at me. "I'm not mad... not really." I scooted my desk closer to her. "What are you doing?"

"Hey, just trying to get close to you," I said. I started to caress her hand. I could see the goose bumps on her arm. "I'm glad you're not mad at me."

I came closer to her and as she turned her head as our lips almost touched. "Stop it, Butch," she whispered. "People are staring."

"Let 'em," I said. With the palm of my hand I traveled up her arm, but she pushed my hand away. "You really care what people think?"

"No," she said. "But it's just not the place."

"Okay, then have lunch with me, just the two of us."

"If I do, will you stop?"

"Sure, BC, whatever you want," I said, and smiled slyly at her.

"Okay," she said, as our teacher settled down the class. We didn't speak for the rest of the class, but as soon as the bell rang. She tried to get away, but I wasn't going to make it that easy. "Buttercup, why are you in such a hurry?"

"I have to get to class," she said gathering her things.

"Oh, come on, you're not in that big a hurry." I put my hands over her books, so she couldn't pick them up. "You're not going to stand me up, are you?"

"No, I won't," she said, but I didn't believe her. "I promise."

Oh, god, that did it. I couldn't help but believe her now. "Okay, I'll see you later."

I stared at her the entire way out, and she was looking at me too. I couldn't wait for lunchtime.