I Don't Care
Chapter 1
Jayson
Disclaimer: I do not own The Powerpuff Girls. But I do own the plot/story line because I made that up with my brain. No copyright intended.
Sophomore year of good ol' high school. My sisters and I are quite the talk at school. Some people would say we're popular but I don't like that word "popular" because I think it makes me sound like a skinny little snob all stuck up and stuff but I'm not, I'm just me Bubbles Utonium. I am very well known in the social part of school with being in art club, drama club, and student council but of course Blossom is the president. And the fact that we are the well known Powerpuff Girls, just boosts our popularity.
We still fight crime when needed but since villains gave up and the crime rate is low, we don't fight as often. But thanks to the getting-mature years of middle school, my sisters and I all went our separate ways. Blossom's the school type, always studying, getting straight A's, that kind of stuff. Buttercup's the skater type, always doing BMX tricks and stuff like that she maintains a C average. And me, well, I'm the arts type and I maintain a B average, I get A's in arts classes. I also do gymnastics in and outside of school.
Ever since I was 7 and watched the Olympics with Professor and my sisters, I always wanted to do the cool things a gymnast can. But my passion will always be acting. My dream is to become and actress some day. And as for our delighted counterparts, things couldn't be better for them. They are the heart-breaks of the school. Including me. Long story. But anyway, they are all super attractive to the point where it should be banned. Boomer is the worst.
What can I say ? A lot of girls fall for the down-to-earth-musician type. He has like a new girlfriend every month or so. It's crazy. He's in most of the stuff I'm into, he talks to me sometimes. And he and his brothers are all on the football team. I could have become a cheerleader and I so wanted to. But they wanted me to be mean to my friends who were lower on the popularity scale, I couldn't do it. No way is a sport more important than the friends I've known since pre-k.
Anyway, Butch is no better, but at least he can keep a girlfriend for more than a month. He took up a nasty habit of smoking. He's in most of the stuff Buttercup's into, but he never hangs with her crowd, he has his own. He actually talks to me a lot, and we have civil conversations. It's weird but a good weird. Last but not least, Brick. Same with him, he's into the same stuff Blossom's into. Well, I couldn't expect any less from our counterparts. They are literally the male versions of us.
It's weird but they only ever talk to me. Never my sisters only me and it confuses me as to why. It's funny. Given that Butch is Buttercup's counterpart, I thought he'd turn out to be the mean one. But I was wrong. Dead wrong. It's Brick. He's the cruelest of the cruel. He's the main bully of Poky Oaks High. And the source of my heartbreak a year ago. Classic heartbreak. Thought he meant when he said he was in love with me only to find him a day later making out with my supposed to be best friend.
Being Boomer's counterpart, I though am not a heart-breaker. Ok, I take that back. Guys like me, I can't help it. I know I'm attractive. My sisters and I are 16 now but some how I get labeled as the 'youngest' which is so unfair! Anyway, my body has finally developed. I have curves now, a sort of hour glass figure. But my butt is small and so are my breasts, I'm only a B-Cup. But hey at least I have some, so I'm content. I'm 5ft 5in and I doubt I'll get any taller. I grew out my golden-yellow hair, it now reaches my mid back.
My sisters look the same but also different. Blossom still has that crazy long red hair that reaches her mid-thigh, she's taller. Both she and Buttercup are 2 inches taller than me. And she and Buttercup have 2 breast sizes larger than me. Somehow I got stuck with all the small genes. Also unfair. And anyway, I know that someone has a crush on me and I never pay him any mind, probably because I don't know him, but if I did I bet he'd be a nice person.
I'm trying to open my impossible locker, it always gets stuck. But what's worse is that I'm about 6 lockers down from the boy who gets bullied, a lot. I hate it. I want to help. I want to do something. But the boy shakes his head at me when he sees that I'm about to step in. I don't want to make it worse for him, but I also don't want to see him fall victim to bulling. But today, today if Brick comes around to pick on him, I'm intervening. I don't care what people think, this boy needs help.
I get my locker un-stuck and do a mental victory dance. The boy is getting his things quickly so that he can avoid Brick and his tormentors. Unfortunately, he's too late. Brick comes up behind him, slams his hand on the locker, looms over and smirks at the boy. I roll my eyes, sling my messenger bag over my shoulder and slam my locker shut. I want there attention and they give it to me.
I cross my arms over my chest, put my hip out to the left where my weight is leaned on, and purse my lips.
"Leave him alone. No one wants you and your body odor around."
Brick smirks at me, "Oh, yeah? And what if I don't?" he challenges.
"I tell Megan your cheating on her with Ashley and Monica and Lindsey and Jessica and-" he holds a hand up, cutting me off and smirks.
"Alright I get it. You'll tell all my girlfriends about each other thus making them want revenge against me and since I don't want that, I'm gone. You just got lucky, Montgomery. Don't consider yourself lucky next time, Bubbly won't be around forever." he threatened.
As soon as he's gone I walk up to him. "Hey, do you need help?" I asked.
"Nah, I'll be fine. Thanks though." I smile.
"No problem. Someone has to put Brick in his place. I'm Bubbles Utonium by the way, but everyone calls me Bea." I held out my hand. He shook it.
"Jayson Montgomery." he smiles back.
"Cool, can I call you Jay?" He smiles.
"Yeah, sure."
"Good, because I was going to call you that anyway." I smiled and we laughed.
I already know about him. Everyone in the school does. Well, its hard not to know about the only 'out-of-the-closet' teenage boy in town. He didn't come out by choice though. He kept a doodle journal in middle school. Except doodles weren't the only thing in that notebook. He would write poetry, short-stories and personal thoughts and feelings. Some one 'accidentally' mixed up the notebooks one day. The next day copies of it were printed, and littering the hall way.
And the one person who it was all about, was his crush at the time. Brick Jojo. So now, you see why Brick bullies him so bad. It's awful. No one will talk to him or even go near him. He became shunned. Invisible. Nothing. Those first weeks of school and until now. I went to his house after that day, but his mother turned me away. He didn't come to school at all that month. But eventually the principal made him come. His life has been a living hell since. And it's worse because he's on the football team, also.
I've seen him, he's amazing. He could be the next NBA all star or something. But all anyone can see is that he likes boys. And that's disgusting. It's unnatural. It's different. "Hey, thanks for helping me back there." I giggled.
"You already thanked me."
"I know, it's just I doubt anyone who's staring and whispering about us would come up to help." he rubbed the back of his neck.
"Yeah, well that's going to change. From this day on, I'm going to be your best friend." I smiled up at him.
"You sure? Your friends won't mind you hanging around the gay guy." I shrugged.
"I don't care. Sometimes you have to stand up for what you believe is right, even if you stand alone. And if my friends ditch me in the end then they weren't my real friends." He looked down at me.
He's like a foot taller than me but about 6ft 2in. He has shaggy brown hair and pale blue eyes. He's pretty hot. Why is it that all the hot guys are either taken, gay, or fictional?
A smile forms its way on his lips, "Well, thanks. I'd love to be friends."
I squealed in excitement, "Yay! I've always wanted a gay best friend!" I looped his arm through mine.
"C'mon of we'll be late for English." I said as I dragged him along, he laughing behind me.