It wasn't hard for Butch to remember things, since he made sure he thought of certain things for someone. But hearing Mitch telling him that this is what is happening, it made his head spin. Butch chewed on his bottom lip and turned towards him, narrowing his eyes towards him.

"How do you kow that for sure? It could be any chick in the world, and you jump to Buttercup?" He asked as Mitch crossed his arms and gave him a cocky smile.

"Out of all the girls you talk about in high school, shes the main one you like to talk about." Mitch replied as Butch scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"I don't talk about anyone in high school, your just duesion. You know that, right?" Butch stated as he dribbled the ball and Mitch laughed and shook his head.

"Butch, go back to you yearbook man. You'll see that I'm right." Mitch said as shoved his hands in his pocekts and Butch glanced towards him.

"Who actually keeps thier yearbook?"

"Lots of people do, and if you don't have yours go ask your brothers."

"Mitch, I'm not going to ask my brohters for a yearbook. I have a life, besides its not her. I think i would know hwo it was."

"Are you sure? Because you broke that girl pretty bad."

"I know that." Butch said as he gripped his hands around the ball nad looked towards the hoop. "She moved because of me, I think I would know."

"Moved schools or just moved in general?" Mitch asked as Butch groaned and tossed the ball towards Mitch and glared his eyes.

"Shut up! Jeez man, just let me think yeah? Besides I gotta go, Boomer said he needed me for some art project." Butch quickly lied and turned to walk away.

He shoved his pockets in his pants and made his way towards the dorm. It was strange to think that a girl from his past was back, because it odd. He gave this girl everything, and for what? Some kind of dare, but seeing that broken face on her. Made him regret everything he done.

Sure they high school is something that you can brush off, and nothing really matters once you leave. But Butch couldn't forget her face, but her name he could easily forget. But the reason why he couldn't forget her face was because how broken it look, her green eyes lost all the light, her smile dropped slowly and her eyebrows scrunched together. Her hair began to fall over her face and tears slipped from her eyes. That isn't something that you really forget.

Butch remembered that day so clearly, that it became something that he lived through everyday. He sighed and shook his head, he opened his dorm room and saw Brick was listening to his music, which he was playing his Lady Gaga playlist, which meant that he just failed a test. Butch chuckled and walked towards their mini fridge and pulled out two cans of soda.

"I can't help the way I'm feeling! Goddess of love, please take me to your leader! I can't help, but keep on dancin', Goddess of love! Goddess of love!" Brick sang of key, making Butch cringed.

Brick wiggled in his bed as he shook his shoulders and began to sing along. Butch opened his can of soda and took a sip, and sat on the desk staring at his older brother. Brick turned towards him and jumped, he unplugged his headphones and the music was playing loudly.

"What test was it this time?" Butch asked as he tossed Brick the can.

"Freaking math! Who does that stupid professor think I am? Nobody fails Brick Connor Jojo! I am the smartest man in that class and he has the nerve to give me an eighty five!" Brick yelled as he unplugged his headphones and allowed Lady Gaga to play out loud.

Poker Face played through his speakers as he weakly sang along with the words, and Butch raised his eyebrow towards him. Being triplets wasn't easy, because of multiple reasons, one most people would think that they would look alike but they don't. Second they all have different interest, Brick had books, Boomer had arts and Butch had sports. And finally their styles was very different, while Brick took more of a skater look, Boomer took a surfer look and Butch has a punk look.

"Why did you come back so early? Usually you come in whenever Angel Down plays." Brick said as Butch nodded and shrugged his shoulders.

"Me and Mitch was going to butt heads again." He replied.

"Mitch and I," Brick muttered as Butch gave him a glare. "Besides why were you going to butt heads again?"

"Just him trying to tell me who was my old girlfriend back in high school."

"What do you mean, you only had one."

"I had more than one!"

"Butch, no you didn't. You like eating and playing on that xBox more than anything else, your old girlfriend was the only thing that kept you from turning into Cartman."

Butch glared towards his brother as Brick put his hands up in defence and smiled towards his younger brother. Butch sighed as he ran his hand through his hair before Brick cleared his throat.

"Look Butch you already know how I feel about him, but I'm going to say it again. I don't like that Mitch boy, he's nothing but trouble. I mean he gotten you arrested that one time, and I lost money for the Lady Gaga ticket because of you!" Brick yelled as he pointed towards Butch.

"I told I was sorry! Besides she'll come back, someday soon." Butch said as Brick narrowed his eyes and flicked him off.

Boomer opened the door and saw Brick and Butch was talking but he stopped as he heard Come To Mama playing. He paused and raised his hand and pointed towards Butch then finally towards Brick. He held onto his painting and raised his eyebrow towards Brick.

"Let me guess math?" Boomer asked.

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Buttercup sighed as she scrubbed herself clean. She nodded her head to the shower droplets hitting the floor. The week old stink and turned off the water. Drying her body the putting her hair up in the towel, she put on her undergarments, then her black yoga pants and green tank top. She dried her hair where it was damp and put it in a messy, very terrible, bun. She slipped on a pair of slides and grabbed her clothes and shoved them in a bag and keep the towel under her arm.

She sighed as she walked out, feeling fresh and made her way towards the coffee shop. Wanting to get some coffee before heading towards her last class, she walked inside and heard soft music playing and people whispering. She looked around and didn't see no one she knew, sighing as she walked towards the line. She ordered her large coffee with three muffins.

She walked back towards a table and pulled out her phone. She texted Bubbles that she gotten then some muffins, then scrolled through Instagram. Liking photos she wanted and watched some funny videos, then some AMVs of her favorite anime, which mostly was Noragami and Tokyo Ghoul.

Buttercup heard her number being called, so hs walked towards the front and grabbed her things. She thanked the guy and made her way towards door. She sighed as she took a large gulp of her coffee and felt someone touch her back. Buttercup turned adns aw Mitch standing there.

"It that still your weak spot?" He asked as Buttercup glared towards him and crunched the bag.

"What do you want?" She asked calmly, but with venom through her words.

"What I want is some answers, and sadly hothead Butch won't speak to me right now. So I need to speak to ya, since you kinda owe me."

"I don't owe your anything, you pig."

"Yeah you do, because right now Butch is sorta feeling regret what happened to ya and I don't need that. So you need to sorta flirt with someone in front of him."

"Why would I do that?"

"Because I can spill your little secret to the whole school and you can lose your scholarships for that too. You know that, right?"

"You wouldn't."

"I think you know that I would, because you did 'date' me right?" Mitch asked while grinning. Buttercup narrowed her eyes towards him and shook her head.

Step Twelve: Try Not To Make Deals With The New Enemy. 

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