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A wolf in sheep's clothing

Oh come on you all knew that I was gunna use that title sooner or later 😂😂

Sighing, the green Powerpuff Girl bit down on her pencil. Mr. Evans was reading something on the board, pushing his glasses up his nose. Buttercup snuck a glance at Butch beside her, who had his cheek resting on his hand. He looked bothered.

Buttercup thought back to outside the classroom before class had started. She had introduced Butch to the new student, Vincent. Butch's reaction had left her concerned. He'd screamed at Vix "why the fuck are you at Pokey Oaks High!?" That reaction was enough to leave anyone concerned.

Vincent had been rightfully confused. "Umm...pardon? I'm sorry, but do I even know you?"

"Don't deny it! You know you do," Butch had snapped back, his eyeballs nothing more than pinpricks.

Vincent shook his head. "I'm sorry, I really don't know you."

"But you're—" Butch had stopped himself and took a deep breath to calm down. "Fine. Let's say you don't know me. Who are you and why are you at Pokey Oaks High?"

"I'm Vincent, Michael's cousin. Michael says he knows you guys, so I'll assume I don't have to explain who he is," Vincent began.

"Which Michael?" asked Buttercup. "There's Ross' friend or Michelle's brother or Antonio's friend—"

"Ross' friend," Vincent stated.

Butch snorted. "I've never heard anything about Danes having a son. Your story sure is off to a great start," he added sarcastically.

"Oh no, I'm not Danes' son. I'm the son of Michael's Uncle Paul."

"Yeah right."

"Well, I can't do anything about it if you don't want to believe me." Vincent frowned.

"I don't fucking care who or what you are," snarled Butch. "Just stay away from us."

Vincent had shaken his head. "I'm sorry, but Blossom asked me to have lunch with you guys."

Butch froze, as if Vincent had struck him. "She...what?"

"She did, Butch; she told me so herself," Buttercup had intervened.

Butch narrowed his eyes. "...Fine. But that doesn't mean I have to like it. And that definitely doesn't mean I have to like you."

The bell had rung then, and Butch stormed off. Buttercup followed, waving slowly at Vincent. "Sorry; he's a little hostile," she had said.

"I know," Vincent had replied, smiling and waving back. His eyes looked like arches as he tilted his head to one side.

Thinking back to his words now, they sent shivers down Buttercup's spine. How does he know? Am I reading too deep into his words? Maybe he said that because the RRB are famous enough that he'd know what Butch's personality is like, Buttercup wondered.

"Okay, now go ahead and work on your projects," Mr. Evans finally said.

Buttercup blinked, snapping out of her dazed thoughts. She turned to Butch, who was still staring off to the side. Buttercup shook him slightly. "Butch; come on. It's time to work on our project."