"We do not remember days, we remember moments." ― Jennifer Niven
The First Time:
The first time Buttercup Utonium, the captain of the girls' Volleyball team encountered the school's Golden Boy: Butch Jojo, she wasn't the slightest bit impressed.
Sure, the boy was attractive and Buttercup saw a valid reason at why every female at Townsville High seemed to throw themselves at the bad boy every chance they could get, but all the raven-haired beauty saw was an arrogant, egotistical male who thought with his dick rather than his brain.
Not to mention he had intentionally thrown a soccer ball at her head.
"What the fuck!"
Buttercup grimaced as she felt a sharp jolt of pain, rubbing the spot where the solid object had made contact with the back of her head.
"My bad! My aim's terribly bad!" The ebony-haired girl whirled around, making eye contact with the deliverer of the wretched soccer ball. The boy grinned at her, the corners of his eyes crinkling up in amusement as he watched steam practically seep out of her ears.
If looks could kill, he would be six feet under and already half-way decomposed.
Buttercup bent down, picking up the ball with her free hand as her other remained at the aching spot behind her head. Her nails dug into her scalp, sending a wave of pinpricking stings as they left crescent-shaped marks on the soft skin.
"Watch where you're aiming Butch. Before I cut off your toes and feed it to my coach's dog," Buttercup hissed, glancing up as she straightened her back. He was a good eight inches taller than her and Buttercup being the unfortunate triplet of the three stood at the towering height of 5'2. According to the professor, she had quote-unquote 'refused to drink her milk,' but the green-eyed midget wouldn't accept the ridiculous accusation.
Butch's arm darted out, reaching for the ball but instead, found himself grasping thin air. Buttercup had jerked her hand back, causing the ball to be out of reach. A playful smirk spread across her lips.
"Buttercup," Butch pouted. Buttercup's grin only widened.
"Butch," she stuck her tongue out, making Butch chuckle under his breath.
Buttercup spun her head backward upon hearing her team call her name, informing her that practice was soon to be beginning. She nodded, shouting a 'coming!' towards her teammates before she gazed back at the dark-haired boy who had folded his arms, and his eyes glued on her.
"So are you going to give it back?"
"What?"
"My heart." It was Butch's turn to smirk.
Buttercup scowled in response, tossing the ball in the air to which Butch caught with ease.
"Keep your hormones in check," Buttercup snorted as she brushed her fingers against her white shirt. "I'll blow your brains faster than the speed of lightning."
"Well well well. What an offer to be blown by the almighty Buttercup Utonium," Butch leaned slightly, clasping the soccer ball behind his back as he flashed her a flirty wink. The girl only rolled her eyes and flicked him off before she waltzed towards her expectant teammates.
"Really enjoying the view of your ass from back here!" Butch shouted after her as he watched her figure.
"Fuck off!"
