Don't Fall For Me.

Chapter One.

Hi, My name's Buttercup. Buttercup Utonium. I'm your average 16-year-old girl. I'm living alone in my four-roomed apartment, sponsored by my dad, a famous scientist who's now living in New York, whereas I'm stuck here at Japan. My sisters? They are living alone too while going to different colleges. I'm currently a drop-out. I couldn't take all of those studying and hard work. I take different part-time jobs from time to time, to pay off some of my finances. Well, that's it. The story of my life—And now, Guess what? I got a date.

Normal Pov.

January 1, 2012, 2:30 pm

"Of fuck, I'm late as hell."

Buttercup hurriedly ran towards the bathroom, trying to fix her hair and make up. After that, she went to her room, going through her closet with clothes flying to the floor. She went back and forth from her room and the bathroom, constantly trying to find the perfect outfit and matching her hair and make up with it. It was already 2:47 pm and she was really late, considering she was supposed to meet her date at 2:00 pm.

Finally, when Buttercup was done, she left the house running. Buttercup wore a simple shirt and jeans with sneakers. Her first choice was a revealing shirt and a black pleaded skirt, but knowing her, she just couldn't bear wearing such clothing. Buttercup ran.

With the last bus, Buttercup made it as she hopped on, hoping her date will go perfectly fine. She panted as she made her way through the bus.

She got off at some fancy restaurant and dashed off once more. Buttercup searched for her date, running and panting at the same time. While running though, she happened to accidentally bump into someone.

"Ouch!"

"Ah."

Buttercup fell. She looked up at the man. He was a tall man, with jet black messy hair and had green eyes, he was wearing black trousers with a white shirt and a black jacket.

He eyed her as well.

"What?"

"Uh—Nothing, S-Sorry!"

Buttercup ran once more, avoiding eye contact with the man.

"Buttercup! Here."

A voice reached out to her. She turned as she saw her date—Brick Jojo.

A smile came across Buttercup's face as she headed towards Brick.

"You're late."

He said, smiling back at the little Powerpuff. "Brick! Sorry about that. Waking up early is not my thing and all." She replied. Brick leaned in closer, noticing her lips. Buttercup's eyes grew wider, having wild imaginations already.

"Does it hurt?"

Buttercup came back to reality. She felt a sudden pain in her lips too, Brick gave her a mirror. "What—" Buttercup was shocked, she saw a cut at the end of her lip, slightly glowing red. "Does that hurt?" Brick asked, carefully caressing the scratch as Buttercup could only blush with Brick's face near hers.

"Let's eat, shall we?" He asked with a playful smile.

"Ye-Yeah. I'd love that." She replied.

Somewhere..

"Tch, Can't believe that bitch. This scratch hurts like hell."

Butch Jojo said, looking irritated as he sees himself in front of the bathroom mirror. There was a small yet bleeding scratch at the end of his lips.

"You having a great time? Buttercup?"

Brick asked, eyeing her with a small grin. He lifted his glass up, taking a sip of red wine.

Buttercup was nervous as hell. She couldn't stop blushing or smiling either. She drank her drink to hide it.

Brick's cellphone rang.

"Ah."

He looked at his phone with an irritated expression.

"What's wrong?"

"It's My brother. He's nagging about going home already. He says he has this bruise."

"Oh."

"Don't worry about him. I'm older than him, I can go home whenever I feel like."

"Hahaha! True."

Buttercup beamed a smile. Brick laughed. He grabbed the girl's head and patted it, as if she was a dog, messing up her hair. "Hey, Brick. Cut that out."

"You're really cute, Buttercup."

Brick said, with Buttercup looking up at him with sparkling eyes. She felt it was true love.

"You're like a little sister."

With that said, her world crashed.

She was only like a sister to him. Someone he'll never fall in love with. Ever. Buttercup knew about these things. She watches drama all the time, that's why. Now what was the point this date? If he only saw her a little sister and all.

"Uh, okay."

Buttercup said, feeling regretful.

"Hey Brick."

Another man's voice. Brick turned as he saw Butch, standing with his eyes all angry. He could tell he really wanted to go home. As in, Now.

"Ah."

Butch stopped. Looked at Buttercup and eyes wide open.

"You."

Buttercup looked up, seeing the man from earlier. He had the same bruise as she did. She couldn't believe it.

"Have you two met before?"

Brick asked, getting in the way of the two staring at each other.

"She's the bitch I ran into earlier. She was the one who gave me this bruise."

"Excuse me? Bitch? Now who the fuck are you? You were the one who gave me this cut!"

Brick could only stare the two's argument. He seemed entertained by it, seeing how similar the two acted. He kept sipping his wine while watching them too.

"Hey Brick. What's the deal? This was your date?"

Brick looked at his brother.

"Nah. Just someone I enjoy being with. Why?"

Buttercup couldn't believe it. First he only looked at her as a sister and now he thinks it's not a date, But just some friends gathering together to enjoy a meal? What the fuck?

Buttercup couldn't take it. She stood up and went off to the door with Butch eyeing her back as she did so.

'I am never going to date ever again.'