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I'm sorry for challenging you, Buttercup. I didn't expect you to actually do it." He said that last part extra loudly, and Buttercup realized why when the teachers appeared.

"Oh, Deth Jackson has apologized. You forgive him, don't you, Buttercup?" Ms. Titter asked.

No, Buttercup replied silently. But on the outside, she nodded curtly. "Of course."

DJ only smiled back at her.

Ms. Titter walked over to Buttercup and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Now let's get you to the infirmary, dear. You look shaken," she fretted.

"I am not—!" Buttercup began protesting, but she thought better of it and clamped her mouth shut. She just nodded, letting Ms. Titter lead her away.

Butch watched her go, before turning on DJ. "You did that on purpose," he growled. "You knew that branch was going to break."

"Why, whatever are you talking about?" DJ replied calmly, his gaze steady and cold. He smiled, revealing sharp teeth. "I only challenged her to climb it and she agreed. Seeing as how BC's forgiven me, maybe you should too...you beast."

That's the last goddamn straw. Butch reached out for the boy's throat, his sharp nails glinting in the sunlight as he snarled.

But before he could clasp DJ's neck in his hands and feel the satisfaction of strangling the boy, a hand stopped him. "Butch, don't."

Butch looked up to see Brick's calm red eyes. He let his hands drop, but he turned on Brick. "Why the hell can't I strangle him?"

Brick cast a glance at DJ, who was smirking and waving. When the boy turned around and walked off, Brick replied steadily: "You can't give him the satisfaction of letting him know he got under your skin. Besides...we can't do anything to them here. And you know we can't hurt them."

"I wish we could," Butch growled, one of his eyes twitching as they became slits. His irises shrank considerably.

Brick only shook his head, his strong grip on Butch's shoulder preventing the green Ruff from jumping onto DJ or Darkai.

"Let's keep playing!" the second teacher called, clapping his hands together.

Butch shrugged Brick's hand off, eyes gleaming. "If I can't hurt them here, I might as well hurt their stupid, big fat egos and kick their butts."

Sighing, Brick rolled his eyes as Butch dashed off for the ball.

Buttercup sat on the infirmary bed, bored out her mind. Only seven minutes had passed since she got there (she knew because she kept checking the clock every three seconds). Buttercup was counting down the seconds when the door was opened and voices sounded outside.

She turned to the door and watched, listening.

"Are you really not feeling okay, Sidney?" Mr. Evan's voice sounded.

"I'm sorry," the new voice squeaked. "M-My skin's just really sensitive to sunlight..."

A sigh. "Alright then. In you go."