This is part two of the fourth story in this sort of sequel to Forbidden Love.
Butch’s point of view.
It had been a few days since I had seen Buttercup. After I lost control the other day I wasn’t sure if it was safe to go near her. God, I missed her so much. She was all I could think of. If she only knew how much I loved her.
I left early that morning, determined to get my mind off everything. I felt my anger was getting out of control, and it worried me what I might do. Flying usually cleared my head, but not today. I stopped by the doughnut shop to get some breakfast. I actually paid for them. Damn, that girl was a bad influence on me. Come to think of it, I hadn’t stole anything in weeks.
There was no time to think of that now. I stopped by the junkyard wanting to eat my breakfast in peace, but then I saw Ace approach me. All I wanted was a nice quiet morning, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen. He glared at me just a few feet away from from where I was sitting. After I swallowed my third doughnut, I rose to my feet to see what he wanted.
As I stepped closer to him, he backed up. “What’s with you, Ace?” I said. “You scared of me?” I noticed he still had scares on him.
“Maybe,” Ace said. “Got your little girlfriend with you. Buttercup is one hot chic, much hotter than Princess.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I said. “Don’t you dare compare Buttercup to that whore.”
Ace got up in my face. I guess his fear subsided. “Touchy, aren’t we Butchie. Gettin’ all hyper over a girl. Maybe you want them both. Maybe we could all have a little party.”
I grabbed him by the collar a looked directly into his eyes. “Listen to me, you worthless piece of shit. You ever think of touchin’ Buttercup, and I’ll kill you. I’m not just gonna beat your ass. You’ll be dead. As for Princess, she’s all yours.”
I let him go and walked away. I was done with his worthless ass, just as long as he stayed away from Buttercup. Now, more than anything I needed to see her.
She was still at school. It was almost her lunch time, so I thought with any luck she would be outside today. I flew over to Pokey Oaks High and landed in the trees just outside the grounds. I peeked through and sure enough, there she was, but she wasn’t alone. That moron, Mitch Mitchelson was with her. I stayed hidden for the time being.
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