Hi, it's me! Okay, I really am disappointed in myself for not making a good Reds fic, so I'm making this, despite my growing amount of stories that are in desperate need of updates. -_-' I will try my very best because , as much as I don't like Blossy, the reds are a good couple. So blah, blah, bla, I don't own anything, but the plot and duh, bla, blah, blah. This is in Blossom's POV!

Disclaimer: I really don't own anything but the plot!

Eyes On Me

"So what is the answer?" Miss Bulloks was facing the board covering it with long, simple equations, causing kids to gasp and mutter angrily at the question. The pencil scorched on my paper as my hand immediately shot up. Miss Bulloks turned and looked around the room, only to stop and glare at me, holding back a heavy sigh. I couldn't blame her. In almost every class, I was the one who answered the questions, getting every single one right. And you could tell the teachers hated it. It's not like they hated me ,they usually shower me with praises and compliments, it's just the kids became dependent on me and still somehow push me around. Every time the teacher asks a question, all eyes were on me, egging me on to answer wrong, show some type of lacking in intelligence. But that's not going to happen. I hope.

The kids turned their lazy, yet somehow frusrated gazes at me and I started to squirm a bit. I'm always going to answer, but it's a bit odd to have everyone's attention. Miss Bulloks let out her sigh and nodded, "Yes, Miss Utonium?"

"2x+2 equals 36 is 17, and if you want to find the square root of that, you could use 16 as an example since it makes a perfect square and its square root is 4, so we could suggest it would be," I sucked in more air as I was explaining too much, but I like to boast sometimes. "4.12310563 to be completely exact, but really if one were to round to the hundredths place, it'd be 4.12."

"Way to go, smart ass." A boy with reddish-brown hair mumbled beside me. I chuckled nervously as the teacher stared at me with a somewhat surprised look. I do like to boast, but when people just stare at me like that, it gets me anxious, like I'm some sort of freak.

"Corre-" RIINNNGG! The bell cut her off with a loud ring that made me want to rip my hair out. Everyone cheered loudly and raced out of class, leaving me alone as I sat and waited for Miss Bolloks to dismiss me.

"You are dismissed, Blossom." Miss Bolloks gave me a kind smile, something she wouldn't do to other students since she was so strict. I smiled back and nodded. Gathering my stuff, I calmly walked out the class and into the crowded hallways. Shouts of "Hey!", Jerk!", and "Watch where you're going!" sounded through with the usual loud cuss words while kids high-fived and fist-bumped each other.

I silently rolled my eyes at their stupidity. They're acting like they're out of school even though 1st period just ended. I just ignored every push, shove, and glare I got from other kids and walked up the stairs. All of the negative feelings I had floated away as a pink and red door started to appear in my sight. My favorite class! The door opened, revealing a small, elderly women with squinty eyes and white hair who coughed and grinned a toothless grin at the kids who walked into class.

I, unknowingly, started to run down the hall, smiling like an idiot. The old teacher turned and waved at me with a sweet grin, making me speed up. But before I could even get half-way there, a hard force hit me.

BAM!

I landed on my butt on the floor."Oww." I muttered and rubbed the back of my head, wincing. A low chuckle directed my attention to red eyes shiing in amusment. I knew instantly who he was. You wouldn't have to show me his usual torn and worn jeans or the large red hoodie that matched the color of his hat that sat upon his spiky dark orange hair. Just show me those horrible, despicable, blood red eyes and I would know. And if it hadn't been that I was suppose to be the leader, I would've cut him in two.

"Brick." I tried to keep myself from screaming at the top of my lungs at him.

"You know you should really watch where you're going, Bloss." Brick said smugly, smirking.

"Excuse me?" I growled, getting up from the floor.

"You are excused." He replied, giving me another smirk. I glared at him and folded my arms defiantely. He merely smiled and moved out of the way.

"Miss Blossom!" A sweet voice called from the pink and red door. Oh right, Miss Elry's class. I quickly picked up my stuff and giving Brick one last glare, I walked to the door.

"Buon giorno, Miss Elry. Come sta?" I greeted her with a friendly smile.

"I see you've been studying, Miss Blossom. But I've been doing fine." Miss Elry grinned back.

"Yo, Elry." Brick suddenly interruped, pushing me to the side to go through the door.

"Lui รจ idiota." I cursed under my breath.

"Du dicke fette Schwein, Pinky." He shot back. I glared at him, holding back mounds of cuss words that I wanted to yell at him.

"Well, that was interesting." I heard a tough voice from behind me, a smirk clear in the voice. I turned around to see Buttercup leaning against the wall, in her regular baggy black jeans and dark green hoodie that was zipped half-way up showing the neon green skull shirt underneath.

"Yeah, Blossy. I thought you were gonna kill him." A sweet voice giggled. Bubbles came up beside Buttercup, in a light blue dress with white leggings and blue flats. Blaze silently stepped beside the two, in her black jeans and dark purple and gold jacket over a a black and white shirt, face cold and unwavering.

"I thought you guys didn't have foreign languages." I said, ignoring their remarks about that rosso idiota.

"Well, Bubbles thought it'd be a good, 'social', thing for us to do." Blaze remarked with a hint of a smirk. Bubbles smiled and nodded.

"Yup! Plus, I'm a bit rusty on my Russian. Aren't they teaching that this semester?" Bubbles gave Miss Elry a bubbly grin.

"Yes, that and any language you suit if you're willing enough to study. This semester the school decided we'll do different groups with their own individual language." Miss Elry replied kindly. Buttercup scoffed and shook her hand in the air.

"I'm a teenager, The only languages I need to know are english, cussing, and sacasm. And I pretty sure I got that down. 'Nuff said." Buttercup crossed her arms. Miss Elry chuckled.

"Yes, yes, I'm sure too that you are fluent in those languages, but how about you learn how to cuss in a different language?" Miss Elry raised an eyebrow as Buttercup smirked at the thought.

"Wait, Miss Elry, are you literally offering to teach a student how to cuss in a different language?" I gasped and put a hand on my hip. Then, something totally unexpected happened. Miss Elry smirked.

"Why, of course Miss Utonium. I taught you how to say such words in Italian, didn't I?" I blushed and smiled arkwardly. She did teach me how to call someone a jackass in Italian, but I never used it. Well, not publicly. I could never cuss as the perfect leader of my siblings! Never! Though it would be nice, wouldn't it? 'No!' A voice snapped me back to reality.

"Well, yeah, but Buttercup tends to take it a bit far..." I reasoned as I rubbed the back of my head akwardly. Blaze sighed and stratched her head, eyes closed as she yawned.

"Of course Buttersub takes it too far." She said and yawned again.

"Yeah! How else are we suppose to call out on that green fuck-head?" Buttercup added with a glance to the door down the long hallway. It was the P.E door that lead out to the football field. She was talking about Butch then. He, along with his three other brothers, played football for the school team, known as 'The Wasome Wasps'. She and Butch never really did get along. She was the only girl on the football team and soccer team, but helped our school get to the finals just as much as the 'Ruffs. However, they always argued about the strategies and when pratice was and which position they got in the team.

But it always ended up the same. The coach would pull them apart right when the kicking and punching started and say the same thing, "I make the strategies, pratice will still be on Tuesdays, Wensdays, and Fridays 5'o clock to 8'o clock, and the positions stay the same. Buttercup, you're still noseguard and Butch you're still quaterback."

It was actually kind of funny how much they argued. They argued almost as much as me and Brick, and that's pretty hard to match, trust me. Miss Elry ignored Buttercup's cussing and waved to the classrooom door.

"Hurry now, get inside before you get a tardy." I nodded, and with a smile, walked into the classroom. A spitball whizzed right past me at almost a super speed and instead hit Buttercup, who was just stepping inside with Bubbles and Blaze. Oh, no...

"Alright, who's the asshole who made that spitball?!" Buttercup screamed, stomping her foot onto the floor. The room became deadly silent. No one made a single move, not even Miss Elry who was still right outside the classroom. The silence carried on for a few mintues before I could hear a faint snickering at the back of the room. Buttercup stepped forward and glared at everyone in the room.

"Well? Who was it!?" Buttercup snarled, earning another snicker from the back of the room. As I took another step further, I saw the source of the snickers. In the back of the room, the three Rowdyruffs sat in their chairs with smirks, and snickering.

Boomer, however, was not smirking or snickering and looked completely and utterly confused. His dirty blonde hair fell over his ocean blue eyes in shaggy waves, probably blocking his vision. Acid washed jeans hugged his legs tightly unlike his brothers' rather baggy jeans. His dark blue jacket was completely unzipped, showing a blue t-shirt that seemed to be made in art class hence the large words, 'Miss Arie Rocks!", writen in bold, black letters in the middle of the shirt.

Brick sat in the middle of his brothers, with a large smirk and murderous red eyes directed straight at me. I returned the glare right back at him. He mouthed the words, 'It's not over.", and gave me another smirk. I rolled my eyes; I knew it wasn't over. That boy is too prideful to let things blow over. I heard sudden laughter from his other brother.

Butch was on the other side of his red brother, straw in hand and now laughing loudly. His dark black hair was somehow spiked up, without a trance of hair gel in his hair; bangs pushed aside showing his pine green eyes. His ripped baggy jeans gave off his usual 'bad boy' sense along with his dark green shirt over a long-sleeved black shirt. He continued to laugh, only to fall off his chair by a powerful punch from Buttercup.

"Buttercup!" I said sternly, giving Brick a glare as he snickered loudly. Buttercup rolled her minty green eyes.

"It's just one punch, chill out leader girl." She replied. Another snicker emitted from the three brothers. I glared at them, and nodded to Blaze and Bubbles. They nodded back and walked to their seats, grabbing Buttercup along the way; they plopped down in their seats and sat Buttercup down. I turned to the class and gave them all a firm look.

"Well? Class starts in 1 minute, carry on with errands before it starts." I said, and without looking at their weird look, walked to my seat in the front of class and sat down. The kids shared weird looks before shrugging and continuing to talk. I pulled out my book, 'Christmas Murder', and flipped to my page. I must've really gotten into that book because I didn't notice Miss Elry stroll in and step in front of the class.

"Good mornin' everyone! This semester is going to a bit different with the new lessons and all, but I believe you can handle it." I folded the egde of my page and closed my book; I set it down, and looked up to Miss Elry. "We're going to have new groups! Now then, the first group contains Bri-RING!" Miss Elry was cut off by the fire alarm; sudden shouts and curses came out of the kids' mouths and they covered their ears. I did the same, but it barely helped because of my super-hearing. All I could hear was the loud screams from the kids and the blaring alarms as I walked out as neatly as I could in the scrambling crowd of kids.

I'm so sorry, but I really wanted to leave a cliff-hanger! It's kinda my speciality to piss people off. *anime giggle* Okay, how about four reviews and I'll update? Nah, I'll update either way! See ya soon! ^3^

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