This story is about students going through common and uncommon adolescent issues in a fictional high school. This has nothing to do with the plot of the ppg doujinshi, though a character or two may appear.
As said in the summary, this story is a clash of As Told By Ginger & Mean Girls.
Chapter 1- This is our turf, school rumble part 1
"Professor….did we really have to move to this city?" Bubbles sadly whined from the backseat of the car, observing the giant billboard "Welcome to Megaville" they had just driven by. Rather melancholic than bubbly, the golden blonde wasn't the happiest about the move from Townsville, but it couldn't be helped. Townsville High had the unfortunate experience of discordant as a result a Monster battle, yes they were partially responsible for the ruins but they stopped the monster didn't they? And had they not, the Monster would've destroyed the entire high school. They didn't deserve to be expelled, it was their jobs to save the day.
Snort.
"How many times are you gonna ask questions that you already know the answer to? Geez," Buttercup voiced her thoughts, clearly annoyed at this point. Yes, they had to pack up and leave all their friends and old life behind, because the student principal expelled them. On top of that, the mayor, that pickle loving smurf, held them responsible for funding the damage, talking about "the city can no longer pay the price for your destruction." The Professor was already a single father of three, he have that type of money, even as a scientist, so when that well paid job offer in Megaville presented itself, there was no talking him out of it.
"That was harsh, Buttercup. She didn't mean it like that, Bubbles." Blossom chimed in from the front seat, looking back at the pout present on her blonde sister's face. The situation sucked, especially to be enrolled at a new school at the beginning of Junior year but they'd settle in somehow, the matter was out of their hand. At least superheroes were common in this new city, a refreshing change it would be, to have friends just like themselves.
"Buttercup Edrei Utonium, apologise to your sister," the Professor scolded his middle daughter.
The green puff sighed. "Look Bubbles, I'm sorry ok. I hate packing up and leaving just as much as you do. You don't have to remind me of it every ten minutes."
Bubbles continued to stare aimlessly through the window. "Ok." At least it looked a whole lot better than Citiesville did.
"Now girls, I know this change was sudden but it was completely out of my hand. The mayor had no choice to expel you three after the damages sustained to Townsville High. Unfortunately, you don't get a pass for being superheroes and the city cannot keep footing the bill for your destruction," the professor mini lectured his brooding teenage daughters.
"Think of it this way. What if a regular kid damaged the school's property, wouldn't they be expelled immediately? You aren't above the law, regardless of saving the day. There are no special exceptions."
Blossom folded her arms, not wanting to sound petty but she had to say her part. "I still think that's totally unfair. We've been protecting Townsville forever with no compensation nor benefits. I get the rules but don't you think we deserve the special treatment?"
"Yeah!" Buttercup and Bubbles cosigned from the backseat.
The Professor shook his head. "Life does not work that way. We can't expect rewards for doing good things, people don't owe us anything for the choices we make on our own free will."
Buttercup rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. We know."
"I wonder if they'll like us here… I miss our friends..." muttered Bubbles.
"I'm sure it'll be ok and if not we'll always have each other," Blossom attempted to shed some positive light.
"Could you be any more cliche?"
Blossom silenced the green puff with a glare.
"Now now girls, be on your best behaviors, i'll pick you up after school so we can get to unpacking," said the Professor, halting in front of the large open campus of students walking about.
"Ok."
"Ok, Professor."
"Yeah...whatever."
The three puffs exited the vehicle, waving their goodbyes. Once gone, the girls turned to stare at their new high school: Megaville High. The gigantic grey themed school had a massive front yard with grey benches opposite to the car park as students poured into the property, while others chatted with peers.
Blossom sucked in a breath,running a neat hand over her outfit of a pink sweater vest and black pleated skirt. "Well...this is it girls…our new school."
Buttercup crossed her arms, scrunching the fabric of her baggy neon t-shirt. "They better have a good sports programme," said Buttercup, folding her arms as she took in the school's outside atmosphere.
Blossom whipped out the school's brochure from her jeans pocket. "Well according to this, they have soccer, football, kendo, swimming, track and field, cheerleading and gymnastics."
"Kendo, huh? That doesn't sound too bad," Buttercup inquisitively chimed in. She always loved to explore different styles of combat.
"It's an ancient fighting style, I heard it requires a lot of focus."
Scoff. "Nothing I can't handle," Buttercup proudly commented, hands now on her hips.
"Well for starters it might kick start your patience levels into overdrive."
"Hey!"
Hahahahahaha.
I know right?
Word on the street is she totally wiped out at that party. Her life is so over.
Bubbles sadly looked on at the group of fashionable girls, pompoms indicating that they were cheerleaders, entering the school. The spaghetti straps, trendy jeans, cute shoes and stylish accessories, it reminded Bubbles too much of how she and her old squad would strut onto campus. "I wonder if I'll ever make cheer team captain again..." she muttered to herself, not going unheard by her sisters.
"Yeah...I'd doubt it," Buttercup commented at just a glimpse of the uniformed prissy girls strutting into the building.
"Buttercup!"
"You never know, Bubbles. Audition and make the team first, you're the most spirited cheerleader I know, your spot is guaranteed!" Blossom attempted to raise her sister's spirits.
A small smile graced her glossy lips. "You're right, thanks sis. I'll find out if there are any open spots. Are you gonna continue with dance here?"
Blossom frowned ever so slightly. "There's no ballet but they do have jazz- hip hop. I guess it's an interesting change of events."
Her eyes narrowed at the snickering green puff. "You? A hip hop dancer?" Buttercup cracked herself up. "Oh I'd pay good money to see that."
Blossom defensively put her hands on her hips. "I can do anything I set my mind to."
"Sure, sure. Try not to act too dense when they ask you to buck."
"Of course I won't." The pink puff made a mental note to google what that was later.
Bubbles took the brochure from Blossom's hand to browse the other activities. "Ooh they have film production, I've always loved vlogging. That's so cool!"
"Let me see that for a sec," said Buttercup merely skimming the variety. "Meh...i'll stick to sports." She planned on joining the drama club though.
"I'm joining the debate team. I wont over do it with the extra curriculum this time around."
"Yeah...that oughta last long," Buttercup snickered to a cracking up Bubbles.
Scoff. "Let's just get our schedules before homeroom starts," said Blossom, leading the way into the school.
"Ten bucks says she'll be in five clubs by the end of the week," Buttercup wagered.
"Make it six and you're on."
"Deal."
"Girls, come on, we don't want to be late!"
"Yeah, yeah, we're coming!"
Eyes of feminine cherry red significantly narrowed upon sight of unwanted fresh blood at their school, sipping her cherry juice box ever so slightly. In her halter back top and plaid mini skirt, Queen Bee, Berserk Plutonium made the opening announcement to her group of chatting sisters and friend. "Well well well, what have we here?"
Following her sister's gaze, Brat Plutonium scoffed, flipping her long blonde hair dramatically. "The loser puff girls transferred? Oh hell no," the fashionista cheerleader captain voiced her disdain for the trio, narrowing her eyes at the oh so popular Bubbles back. That baby blue spaghetti strap was totally sinking into her fatass arms like string on bread. Talk about letting herself go.
Princess, as both her name and outfit of a long purple and gold sundress implied, pompously rolled her eyes. "Daddy did tell me they got expelled from Townsville High after destroying the field and majority of the east wing."
Brute on the other hand, looked rather smug. The black short black dress, fishnet clad rockstar, clenched a fast against her palm. "Oh? This might be fun then. All we gotta do is send them back where they came from."
"Hmm….," Berserk longingly sipped on her juice box in thought. "Why don't we mess with them for awhile, sisters?"
"Oooh I know that look, what do you have in mind?" Brat mischievously requested the deets.
"You know...just to show them who's boss around here. We just might have ourselves some new lackeys this year."
"I think this might be fun. Sophomore year was kind of boring around here with the goth dork," a conniving grinning Brute said, rubbing her hands together.
"Speaking of the dork…." Princess trailed off, glancing at her watch.
3….
2….
1….
A long pink haired girl, clad head to toe in black on a bicycle, rode into the school's car park just on time as always.
"Good Morning Slitty-Steph!" Princess singsonged a would a canary.
Brat pompously flipped her hair. "Love the outfit!"
"Not!" Brute spat.
Berserk nonchalantly shrugged her shoulders. "Better luck next time!"
Hahahahahaahahaha!
The plus oned trio mockingly laughed, watching the spineless girl run into the school but a robust gushing of wind from a descending purple and white jet quickly prompted the redheads and blonde to hold down their skirts and dresses with pitches of explicit language in the air from females whose hair also suffered in the surrounding area.
Clang!
The door opened to reveal a forest green eyed ravenette in a rock band shirt and edgy jeans, backpack carelessly dragging on the grass below.
"Why must we even go to this shitty school?!" Butch complained, being the first, none to willingly to step out of the jet.
A long haired, backwards cap redhead, sporting a red and white polo shirt, shoved him out of the way. "Shut up. We can't live off Mojo forever. We need an education," brick somewhat scolded his brother but even he was annoyed by the idea.
Then stepped out a positive looking blonde in a casual blue shirt. "I'm actually excited to attend public school. I bet it's much better than listening to Mojo's home school rambling..oh..um..no offense Mojo," Boomer insouciantly said, all three boys now facing their father? Or was he their mother? He often forgot.
Mojo sternly looked at his sixteen year old sons, readying himself to discuss the utter importance of schooling. "Now boys, as much as I would like for you three to carry on my legacy of evil, obtaining an education is much more important," he informed, now closing his eyes to voice his inner thoughts.
"Without knowledge, one cannot be successful in life. To successfully grow in one's career, gaining as much knowledge as possible is important. One that possesses knowledge can rule the world. It is knowledge that allows mankind to thrive and provide necessities for generation to generation and for that purpose, HIM and I grant you the temporary freedom to live on your own to encourage you three to make your own unbiased mark on this city while pursuing said knowledge but we will check in on you from time to time. Do you understand?"
Silence.
"Boys?"
He cocked open an eye to nothing but grass.
"I wonder if they have vending machines in this school," Boomer eagerly said to his brothers while walking up the steps to the school's entrance.
Scoff. "Oh, it's just them," Princess snobbishly commented.
"Care to elaborate?" That red head was rather daunting, such trait worthy of becoming her boy toy for the year. Her thoughts were far more virgin than of her blonde sister staring the blonde guy's perky ass.
"I call dibs on the blonde."
Brute rolled her eyes at Brat's sultry tone. These guys didn't look like anything special in her eyes other than some refreshing faces for a change. Meh
"They're the rowdyruff boys, the powerpuffs male rivals," Princess boredly informed.
"Hmm...so we both hate the puffs, that's an adequate start," Berserk delightfully commented, prompting Princess's utter confusion.
Brow now arched, Princess spoke. "I wouldn't get your hopes up of working with them. You would be better off convincing the school coach to acknowledge his misogynistic ways."
"Scoff. As if that could stop a powerpunk," Berserk humored.
"Yeah, besides if they think their so tough, these hands are always ready," Brute stated, clenched fist now raised in declaration.
"Mhm, this is a fun topic and all but what Brat wants, Brat gets, toodles," she said walking away from the group.
Princess folded her arms. "Can't say I didn't warn her."
Berserk followed after Brat. "I want a glimpse of this."
"Why the hell not?" Folding her arms to the back of her head, Brute tagged along, leaving a huffing Princess that reluctantly followed just because classes were about to start.
In the hallway…
Brick, Boomer and Butch took in the largely spaced hallway full of students and lockers at each side, loud murmurs of non stop chatting in the air.
"Hey, watch it!" Butch spat at some airhead that knocked into his shoulder.
The overweight jock, sporting a red football jacket, dark green shirt, blue jeans and a red hat abruptly spun around. "What did you just say to me loser?!"
Butch got in his face, Brick following closely behind. "What, you wanna fight?!"
"Butch," Brick said, placing a palm on his brother's shoulder to restrain him and addressed the unlucky jackass of the day. "You bumped into my brother's shoulder yet have the audacity to provoke him. Have any ounce of grey matter in that barren vessel you call a brain, you would best leave him alone. This is your first and final warning."
Sperg, the high school quarterback laughed in Brick's face, taking his kind words for granted.
"Ha! Hear that boys, these dweebs think they're tough guys!" Overconfident, he shoved Brick to the lockers behind him, only thing was, Brick's body never budged at all. Mouth now ajar, Sperg dared to meet the venomous gaze of those crimson red eyes narrowing at his mediocre existence in the world.
Nervously swallowing the lump in his throat, Sperg backed away from the two. "Tch! Whatever!" was his exclamation, marching down the hallway with his group of dumbasses.
Scoff. "A punch would have done the trick," Butch unimpressively stated, folding his arms in annoyance.
"And land you in detention on your first day," Brick retaliated with a warning glare to behave.
"So?"
Boomer stepped in, tossing his arms around his brothers. "Aww come on Butch, we're finally getting to experience the life of regular high schoolers! Where's your school spirit?!"
"Floating in the unflushed toilet back at the apartment."
Boomer made a face. "Gross."
Brick shook his head, lifting Boomer's hand off his shoulder. "Let's just get our schedules before the bell rings."
"Whatever."
"Cool," said Boomer, whipping out his phone as he followed behind his brothers along to capture some video memory of his first day.
"Hi cutie," a sultry feminine voice whispered in his ear, starling the blue ruff. Boomer whipped around, glimpsing a blur of blue prior to a soft, supple pair of lips, smooching against his own.
Boomer couldn't believe it. This...this was really happening right now. Should I close my eyes or leave them open? Am I supposed to kiss back immediately? How does this work?
Crud, she's already pulling away...
The cute, long pigtailed blonde girl finally pulled away from his, facetiously looking up at his stunned face. "Welcome to Megaville High, I'm Brat, your new girlfriend."
Boomer put a finger on his lips, reminiscing the sweet feeling. It was quite nice to be kissed on the lips, now he understood why Butch did it often with girls back in Townsville.
He offered her a kind smile. "Wow, you're the first girl to ever kiss me on the lips. Sorry, but I don't know you well enough to be your boyfriend. Thanks for the kiss though, bye," he said and walked away from her.
Brat's facade dropped, mouth settling into a frown. "W-What?"
"Oh," he turned around. "I'm Boomer by the way, see ya around Brat!" he said, then continued to follow after his brothers down the hall.
"Ha! Rejected!" Brute blurted out laughing at her sister's legendary failed attempt.
"I told you these guys were no good," Princess snobbishly said.
"I..I..I can't belie-no one... no one rejects me!" Brat declared, stomping her feet on the floor.
Berserk set a single hand on her hip. "Interesting."
"Why is calculus mandatory for the semester?!" Buttercup yelled at one of the many the dark teal haired ladies in this office. Now three required AP classes were one thing but she hated when people forced her to shit she didn't want.
"Yeah, we're supposed to have options!" Bubbles supported her sister's argument, wanting to continue with algebra 2 instead.
Blossom was fine with calculus, she actually took pre-calculus back in Sophomore year and loved it but still, her sisters had a point with the limited availability. "Ma'am, no disrespect but students have the right to choose their own academic pathways. Is there not anyway for my sisters to pick up from their previous studies?"
Miss Jenny cleared her throat. "Miss Utoniums', our high school curriculum is ranked the 7th best in the entire state of California. Unlike your previous school in the lower 50's, here at Megaville high our students have the highest rates of college acceptance from the likes of Harvard, Yale and Howard University just to name a few. Therefore, our mandatory academics are clearly favorable to your long term futures, the only exception to Calculus is AP Statistics which is a senior based class."
Buttercup tossed away her paper schedule."This is some Bullsh-!"
"Language!" said Blossom, quickly catching her sister's schedule to not give a rude first impression to the school's staff.
Sigh. Now pouting, Bubbles looked at her schedule again. Homeroom, AP English Literature, Calculus, Gym, Lunch, AP Biology, Spanish IV, Choir, AP History, Film Production.
At least she had control of her other classes. Art class might have been full but choir was a refreshing option, she loved to sing.
"May I see your schedule, Bubbles? I want to make a quick comparison," Blossom asked her, accepting the paper with a thank you.
Buttercup: Homeroom, AP English Language, Calculus, Gym, Lunch, AP Biology, French III, Drama, AP History, WoodWorking.
Blossom: Homeroom, AP English Language, Calculus, Gym, Lunch, AP Physics, Spanish III, Dance, AP History, Business Management.
"Well girls, at least we have few classes together. It won't be so bad," she tried to cheer her sisters up.
"You have got to be kidding me!" a loud exclamation unified the room.
"Oh hell no!" Buttercup complained just as loud.
There, the rowdyruff boys and powerpuff girls stared each other down in the office, surprised at their presence at their new school.
"What are you guys doing here?!" Blossom accusingly spoke with a pointed finger.
"To get an education, what else dumbass?!" Brick spat, signalling his brothers to one of the purple haired ladies to make arrangements for their classes.
"Haha! Burn!" Butch taunted her then, ignored the girls completely to carefully choose his classes.
Scoffing, Blossom marched out of the office, not looking back for a second. Those boys were not about to ruin her school year.
Bubbles looked at Buttercup. "She has our schedules."
Exasperatedly sighing, Buttercup ignored the boys presence for now. "Let's go before she gets too far."
As they exited the room, Boomer snuck a glance at Bubbles before retreating his gaze. The Brat girl that kissed him this morning looked just like her but less…innocent looking. It almost made him wonder what it might have been like if it had actually been Bubbles kissing him instead, after all she was his first cheek kiss.
Miss Janet, handed the boys their printed schedules.
Brick: Homeroom, AP English Language, Calculus, Gym, Lunch, AP Chemistry, French III, Orchestra, AP History, Business Management.
Boomer: Homeroom, AP English Literature, Calculus, Gym, Lunch, AP Biology, Spanish IV, Creative Writing, AP History, Film Production.
Butch: Homeroom, AP English Literature, Calculus, Gym, Lunch, AP Earth Science, Spanish III, Dance, AP History, WoodWorking.
"We have to do calculus?!"
"Well Mojo did teach us pre-cal. Maybe he was preparing us for this," Boomer added.
"It's not that big of a deal, the teachers in this school are supposed to be excellent, just ask for tutoring unless you wanna call pops," Brick suggested, knowing that Butch was slow in anything heavily math related.
Tch! "I'll manage somehow," Butch grumbled under his breath.
Rrrrrrrrrrrrring!
"That's the first bell, you three better head to your homerooms. It's on the second floor, classroom 41. Have a first day at Megaville High," Janet advised the boys, ushering them out of the office.
At Homeroom...
The three puffs seated themselves alongside one another in the middle row, waiting on the homeroom teacher's arrival. For once, they weren't automatically popular anymore. They sashayed down the hallways and into the classroom and most students, minus some thirsty jocks, could care less who they were. In the classroom, most students simply glanced, stared or minded their business on the whole. What a school.
The power punks and Princess waltzed into the classrooms, immediately noticing the unwanted trio of puffs.
"So the fun's begun already sisters," Berserk made the matter known with a chaste grin.
"Heh. Bout time," Brute said with a grin.
Brat flipped her hair. "Let's do this!"
"Whatever," Princess remarked, not caring for this little plan but it should prove entertaining.
"Oh my god, girls look!" Bubbles lightly exclaimed, shaking her sister's shoulders from the middle seat.
"The powerpunks are here too?!" Buttercup complained on sight of the three puff imitations walking up to them.
"What kind of sorcery is this?!" Blossom smacked her forehead with her palm. Great, first the boys, now the punks and Princess?. Oh the devil was out for them today.
"What do you guys want?!" Buttercup practically yelled to the entire class.
Blossom stood up from her seat. "Yeah!"
Berserk rolled her eyes, pompous speaking. "First of all, you're in our seats."
Bubbles put her hands on her hips, standing up for her and her sisters. "We don't see your names on them."
"Then maybe you three need glasses, look at the chair stupid," Brat shut down her bravery, signalling to the back of the seats.
Reluctantly checking their seats, the girls avoided the smug look of the four, simply removing themselves from said seats.
Hahahaha!
They are such losers.
"Why thank you," Brute taunted them with a deep chuckle, staring at the now standing puffs being forced sit away from one another at different ends of the classroom.
Blossom sat down near the window seat next to a curly haired, glasses wearing redhead in a lab coat and wore purple gloves.
"Hi Good Morning, I'm Blossom," she politely introduced herself to the young man taking in her appearance.
"Dexter," he monotoned as if making some sort of calculation. "Is there any particular co-relating theory to support your striking resemblance to that of Berserk Plutonium?"
"It's a rather complicated story."
"I live for complication."
"Very well then," Blossom said, beginning to explain the origins of the puff/punk relationship.
"Hi, I'm Bubbles, may I sit next to you?" she bubbly introduced herself to a fellow blonde in a pink dress and black maryjanes.
"Knock yourself out."
"Thanks!" Bubbles beamed, taking her new seat. "Oh I didn't get your name by the way."
"Mandy."
"Nice to meet you, Mandy!"
"Likewise."
Buttercup plopped herself into a seat next to an overly smiling fellow ravenette with glasses. Maybe she should've reconsidered….
Looking around for another option, the girl spoke. "Hi, I'm Tootie! Nice to meet you!"
"The name's Buttercup."
"Well Buttercup I can tell from now on we're gonna be the best of friends!" she happily professed.
"Uh huh," Buttercup awkwardly muttered inching away from her seat to move but that rowdyruff bastard took the one she wanted next to an old classmate from Kindergarten.
Butch tossed his bag on the table, seating himself down. He didn't mind being separated from his brothers, they still were their own person after all. Glancing at the quiet, platinum blonde, glasses wearing guy next to him, Butch decided to say hi.
"Sup?"
"Not much, I'm afraid. Our homeroom teacher in particular has a habit of running late."
"Works for me. I'm Butch, you?"
"Elmer."
"Cool."
"Oh Boomer!" Brat called out to her virgin frog Prince. "I was hoping you'd be in our class, I saved a seat for you silly!"
He smiled at her again, taking the offered seat. "Thank you, Brat. You're kind of nice."
"I am nice silly. I'm the girl of your dreams, remember?"
Boomer awkwardly put a hand behind his head. "Um...not quite."
Pffft!
"Ow!"
Brat elbowed Brute in the side for laughing.
When Brick took his seat, gasps could be heard by fellow classmates. Not really caring, Brick looked straight ahead, waiting for the teacher so this school day could start already.
Squeak.
"Uh."
"Erm. . .
Brick turned his head to the pink haired girl with blonde roots, attired in all black like some goth kid. "Mmm?"
"You. . .errm. . . ."
"You. . ."
"Out with it already," Brick instructed her to speak, falling impatient with her word mumbling.
"You. . .you are sitting n-next to m-me," she finally said.
Brick arched a brow. "Yeah, what of it?"
Oh my gosh, the new guy's talking to Slitty-Steph!
And he's cute too!
Poor lad, she's gonna ruin his all chances at popularity.
Right?!
Suddenly alarmed at the whispers of the students, she scooted her chair further away from him.
"You. . .probably shouldn't talk to me. . . ." she muttered to herself.
"Why?"
"I. . . I'll only cause you misfortune."
She heard a scoff escape his lips. "I doubt it. What's your name?"
". . . . .Stephanie."
"Brick. Why are people calling you Slitty-Steph?"
Stephanie didn't answer him but instead clutched her heavily fabric covered wrist.
Brick shook his head. "Word of advice, you are what you answer to. People will always talk, so chin up."
Stephanie looked up at him flabbergasted at the new guy that acknowledged her being to the point of rendering advice. He didn't seem too bothered by the whispers and stares of the other students either.
"Um...B-Brick?"
"Mhm?"
"W-Welcome to Megaville High," she timidly spoke.
"Thanks."
Corners of her lips twitching upwards every so slightly, Stephanie looked onward to the front of the class as the homeroom teacher finally arrived.
Skeptically observing the two, Berserk retreated her gaze for now. These rowdyruff fellows were interesting specimens, talking to outcasts, rejecting Brat, purposely picking a fight with Sperg. An interesting semester, this would be.
"So sorry I'm late class! The traffic was absolutely terrible this morning!" a stylish brown haired lady rushed into homeroom, rummaging through her desk. "Now onto the morning attendance!"
First Period
Bubbles stood outside of her assigned locker, retrieving her thick textbooks for literature and calculus class to make one trip. Bundling the stack of slippery books in her arms, she shut the locker, trying to single handedly organize them to not slip out of her grasp while she walked.
"Need some help?"
A bit desperate at the moment, Bubbles was happy that anyone was kind enough to assist her. "Oh yes please, thank you!"
"Interesting," Berserk remarked, strutting straight past her down the hall.
She is nothing like Blossom...
"Here, let me. We're in the same class." Bubbles turned around to see none other than a sudden friendly looking Brat offering to assist her.
Thank you for reading. Stay tuned for the next chapter.