Butch's POV

There I was in homeroom sitting next to the hottest girl in school, and she wouldn't even look at me. It had to be more than me talking to that girl. After last night I just can't seem to get her out of my head, not that could since the day I met her. How I wished that Boomer hadn't walked in on us.

I passed her a note, but she seemed to ignore it at first. After a minute she slipped it into her bag. Good. I hope she reads it.

After homeroom ended I went the rest of the morning without seeing her. As I sat in Math class, the class I had right before lunch, Marla came up to me.

"Hi, handsome," she said, tossing her long blond hair at me. "I hope those notes helped."

"Sure, thanks," I said. She sat down next to me smiling seductively.

"So I was thinking maybe we could study together tonight?" Her blue eyes twinkled at me, and I tried hard to look away.

"I don't think so," I said.

"Oh, come on," she said. "You're still not pining over Buttercup, are you? She's such a cold fish. Mitch told me himself." She giggled in her high-pitched voice. It made me want to vomit. She was hot. I admit that, but she was so damned annoying. Plus, I didn't like the way she talked about Buttercup. "Butch, please, what do you say? I'll make it worth your while."

"No, thanks," I said as the bell rang. God, I hope this class goes fast. Marla didn't take her eyes off me the entire class, and I bolted for the door as soon as the bell rang.

She caught up with me as soon as I reached the cafeteria. "Hey!" she called out. "No one turns me down." I turned around to see the angry look in her eyes.

"I just did," I said. This girl was pissing me off so bad, but before I knew it she grabbed me and kissed me. I pushed her off of me, but not in time. Buttercup was standing in front of me with tears in her eyes.

"Hi, Buttercup," Marla said laughing. "See you later, Butchie."

"Buttercup, wait." I said. "It's not what you think." I tried to take her hand, but she snatched it away.

"Then what is it?" Buttercup shouted at me. "I saw you kiss her."

"She kissed me," I demanded.

"Oh, really," she said. "I didn't see you putting up a fight." She had a hurt look in her eye that just about broke my heart. "I was so stupid to trust you."

She ran off down the hall and out a side door. I quickly followed her, finally catching up with her when she reached her car.

"Buttercup, wait!" I shouted. She just ignored me as she fumbled to open the door. I grabbed hold of her before she was able to. "Please, would you just listen?"

"Why?" she asked. "So you can tell me how there's nothing between you. So you can lie to me."

"No," I said and turned her around to face me. I looked into her eyes and crashed my lips down on hers. She struggled at first but succumbed to the kiss. When it was over my hands touched both sides of her face. "I want you, not her."

"Then why were you kissing her?" she asked in a quiet voice.

"I wasn't," I said. "She kissed me, because I turned her down. I only want you, and she couldn't accept that."

"Are you sure?" she asked. She looked down at the ground. "I don't see why you would. I've been a total basket case lately. I wouldn't blame you if..."

I silenced her with another kiss. I didn't want her to finish that sentence. I was in love with her, and I had been since the moment I saw her. At that moment, I wanted no words between us. I just wanted to feel her next to me. She was all I wanted, and I wanted to show her.

When I finally released her she could barely breathe and neither could I. "Does that prove it?" I finally said. She nodded with a half-smile. "Then let's pick up where we left off last night."

"Right now?" she asked, looking confused.

"Tomorrow," I said. "Let me take you out. I promise you'll have a good time."

"Like a real date?" she asked. I saw a sparkle come to her eyes.

"Yeah, a real date," I said and put my arms around her. "How does that sound?"

"It, ummm... sounds great... but what about Marla? I know you like her. All the guys do."

"Who?" I asked teasing her a little. "There's no one but you."

She laughed. "Do you have to have to be such a flirt?"

"Only with you," I said, running my fingers through her hair. "So you didn't really answer my question."

She hesitated for a moment. "Okay," she finally said. "I'll go out with you."

I kissed her again. If I didn't know it before, I knew now she was mine, and no one would keep her away from me.