Boomer's Homeless Heart
Chapter 1: Boomer Meets His Nightmare
Bubbles skipped into the corridor of the school giving everyone in the hall a warm smile that pretty much always appeared on her face. But who could blame her she had everything including; Cool sisters, beauty, and smarts (sort of). Everyone in the school pretty much loved the blonde girl, her sister were kind of another story though. They weren't as sweet and pretty in everyone's opinion but they didn't really care because the only one who actually cared about what people thought was Bubbles.
"Hey Bubbles."
"What's up Bubbles!"
"Hey Cutie!"
These were the greetings and comments that Bubbles received every morning by her adoring classmates. She felt that her life worked like Karma, she was nice and did good things so she received them back.
Bubbles waved at her classmates as she made her way to her awaiting locker, her sister's trailing behind her.
"I don't know why they like you so much, I mean you're so annoying," joked Buttercup.
Bubbles being the sensitive girl she was always took hurtful comments to the heart.
"Do you mean it Buttercup," asked Bubbles as she looked into Buttercup's green orbs.
"Of course," Buttercup confirmed nodding her head. Bubbles looked away from her sister and opened her locker.
"Don't pay no mind to her, you know she's kidding," Blossom reassured her sister rubbing the girl's back. Blossom grabbed Buttercup by the arm and pulled her away from Bubbles and her locker.
"What's wrong with you," Blossom hissed in a whisper.
"Nothing, what's up with you," Buttercup asked, confused about her sister's harshness. The girl moved her hands to her hips as she awaited an answer from her sister.
"You know how Bubbles gets when you say things like that," Blossom said referring to how Bubbles hated to feel unwanted. You see the Professor had adopted each of the girl's each of them had their own situation but Bubbles is the only one of them who got really sensitive and reflective about it.
Buttercup looked down at her green sneakers and let her arms go from her hips to hanging from her sides. She was so forgetful sometimes.
"Sorry," she muttered.
"You shouldn't be apologizing to me," Blossom pointed over to Bubbles who was searching through her locker for her books before crossing her arms. Buttercup rolled her eyes and the two girls walked back over to Bubbles.
"I was kidding Bubbles," Buttercup muttered. Bubbles looked back at her sister with a huge smile on her face.
"I know," she cheered though it still hurt inside. She always covered her real pain with some sort of genuine smile that everyone would fall for. The blonde girl then went back to looking in her locker.
"What are you looking for," Blossom asked raising an eyebrow.
"Spanish Book."
"You left it on the counter at home," Buttercup explained as she remembered seeing the book while packing her lunch that morning.
"Darn it I hate when that happens," Bubbles whined. She sighed and slid her Spanish Binder from her locker.
BAM! Bubbles was knocked to the tile floor along with her binder by a blonde stranger. Bubbles looked up at the boy and found him unrecognizable. She decided that he must've been new since she knew everyone who wandered through the halls of Townsville High School. Bubbles held her hand out to the boy so he could pull her up but all he did was look her over before walking away like a jerk, in Buttercup and Blossom's opinion. Two boys walked after the blonde one without saying a word.
"Hey jerk aren't you going to apologize," Buttercup called out after the blondie but he simply ignored her and continued walking as did his followers. The angered girl began walking after the jerk but was soon stopped by a voice that belonged to her blonde sister.
"It's fine Buttercup you don't have to do anything."
"But-"
"It's fine." With that Bubbles gave her sister a warm smile that Buttercup didn't understand.
Blossom understanding her sister's actions helped the blonde up.
"You ok," the orange haired girl asked as she picked up the one inch binder next. Bubbles nodded as she straightened out her blue mini skirt.
"What was up with those jerks," Buttercup muttered placing her hands on her hips as she watched them head to the office.
Blossom shrugged "I don't know but I do know that I don't want to run into them again."
"More like have them run into us," Buttercup corrected. Bubbles giggled but couldn't help but wonder what was up with them.
Spanish
Bubbles took her usual seat in the third row, coloum 4 right next to the window. She liked her seat because she got to stare off when she was bored but hated it because she wanted to be in the front because the teacher never really called on the students who sat in the front, mostly the students in the back since they never seemed to be paying attention.
Today she was happy that she wasn't in the front of the class because if she was, Mrs. Fernandez would be more likely to notice that she had forgotten her Spanish book. Again. But Bubbles was sure that Mrs. Fernandez would notice today because that day was Monday when she did her weekly book check. She only did this to make sure that the students hadn't forgotten or lost their book during the weekend. And since was the third time Bubbles was "unprepared for class" she was surly going to be sent to detention.
Bubbles had been in detention once for talking during a test though all she wanted was an eraser.
Bubbles absolutely hated detention. To her only really bad, scary kids belonged in there, not people like her who only made one small offense to get in. And plus detention took away time which she could be using to practice cheerleading since Cheer Try-Outs were coming up soon.
"Clase Buenos Dias," Mrs. Fernandes greeted her first period class.
A murmur of Buenos Dias's came from the unenergetic students but there was one voice that rose above all the other voices. That voice was Bubbles who had greeted Mrs. Fernandes with a more cheery attitude. She was the only morning person out of all the students in the class.
"Cada uno saque su-," the tall ginger started. The sound of the door being open interrupted her as a tall blonde boy walked in.
Bubbles could hear the female students around her giggle and whisper to each other about how cute he was, she couldn't help but agree though. When Bubbles looked closer at the blonde boy she noticed who it was. The boy from earlier that day who had bumped her in the hall without even apologizing!
"Ah! You must be Boomer our new student." The boy nodded as he slowly walked into the classroom barely taking glances at the students just staring straight ahead until he reached the teacher. He didn't look like he wanted to be there at all.
So his name is Boomer, Bubbles thought, cute name for such a jerk.
"Why don't you take a seat right next to Bubbles."
Bubbles could feel her heart skip a beat. There was something about this boy that really intrigued her. That's when the blue eyed girl decided that she was going to start over with the new boy and this time everything would be happy.
Boomer groaned inwardly as he trudged to the desk next to the perky Bubbles and plopped down in the seat.
Mrs. Fernandes placed an orange book onto Boomer's desk and explained to him the rules about the books and how you are supposed to guard it with your life.
After the older lady was done explaining she got a surprise from the blonde as did everyone else.
"¿Puedo ser cambiado al francés desde francamente tomar esta clase es la cintura de mi tiempo, porque como veis que yo soy fluido en español?," Boomer asked. Though most of the students had no idea what Boomer just asked they were quite impressed. Especially most of the girls in the room, including Bubbles.
"I'm not really in charge of that but you can ask the guidance consoler after class."
Then Mrs. Fernandez began walking down the rows looking for everyone's books.
"Hi I'm Bubbles the girl you bumped into in the hall!"
Bubbles only earned a grunt from the boy who didn't seem to want to say anything.
He's hard to make conversation with, but whatever I'm still determined to make friends with this guy, Bubbles thought determined. A new topic to speak of came to Bubbles's mind.
"Your going to love it here." Boomer finally looked away from the front of the classroom and to the Bubbly teen girl who was sitting to his right.
"Are you going to be staying?" Bubbles nodded.
"Then I think your wrong." The smile on Bubbles face began to fade but soon was brought back up when she came to the conclusion that he must've been joking.
"Your funny." Boomer raised an eyebrow before confirming that he was serious then he looked away from her to his useless spanish book. His mind soon drifted off to something completely irrelevant to Bubbles or Spanish.
Bubbles couldn't stop staring at Boomer with a confused look.
Why does he dislike me so much? We just met, I couldn't hav-
The blonde's thought were soon interrupted when she saw a pink slip of paper flutter onto her wooden desk. Bubbles soon identified the item as a detention slip. She picked it up and stuffed it into her skirt pocket not liking the fact that two hours of her afternoon would be stuck in a classroom filled with scary kids where you just really sat there thinking about what you've done.
30 minutes of learning later...
Boomer practically jumped out of his seat when the bell rang. Bubbles looked at him weird before giggling and picking up her books. As he walked out of the class Bubbles followed closely behind him.
"So what's your next class boomer?"
"Hopefully a class your not in," he muttered obviously annoyed by her presence.
"Your so funny." Bubbles playfully pushed Boomer as if they were friend causing him to give her a confused look.
What's up with this girl? Boomer wondered. Why won't she take a hint and leave me alone?!
Boomer began to speed up his pace but Bubbles was still on his heels. Once he reached his next class he heard Bubbles squeal.
"Look Bommy were in the same class again!" Boomer groaned and opened the door not bothering to hold it open for Bubbles who made it without getting hit by the door.
"Is she friends with that Jerk," Buttercup asked her sister from across the hallway. Blossom shrugged.
"I hope not."
