Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man...
Never had she EVER done anything so ridiculously immature. And getting caught in the act, too! Oh gosh, this was gonna go on her record, wasn't it? She and Buttercup had managed to run off before Principal Keane realized who they were and what they were doing, thank goodness. But she could still hear the clacking of the principal's kitten heels following her down the hall. What if she got caught? She could say goodbye to Oxford, that was a fact.
Why, why, WHY had she let Buttercup talk her into that stupid prank? So what if Princess got on her nerves? It certainly should not have warranted breaking into the brat's locker, or getting caught red-handed and screwing up her otherwise pristine record.
That stupid Princess and her stupid curly hair and her stupid public displays of disgusting affection with that stupid Brick. Stupid Princess lording it over Blossom's head every chance she got. What, did she think that Blossom actually liked Brick? Of course she didn't. She merely...appreciated his physique...from time to time. That was all! Why should she care if Brick was stupid enough to pick the stupid, slutty brat?
Oh heck, she did care. That was why she was here, fleeing from Miss Keane and the consequences of a badly executed revenge prank.
To make matters worse, when she and Buttercup had split up from each other Miss Keane had chosen to follow her. Oh man, if she got caught...
This wasn't like her. Sure, she appreciated her sister's gung-ho willingness to help out with the prank, but now Blossom just really wished they had listened to Bubbles instead and just left everything well enough alone.
Let's mess with Princess, Buttercup had said. It'll help you blow off steam, she said. Tch, look at how great that had turned out for her.
If only she could find a place to hide until Miss Keane gave up on looking for the vandals. The bathrooms were a no-go, that would be the first place any teacher would look. The band hall? She wouldn't be able to make it there without being seen. But where, then?
AHA! Perfect. A broom closet. Blossom changed her course slightly and pelted for the door, praying that it wasn't locked. The handle, thank goodness, turned willingly for her, and she flung herself inside. It was dark and had a slight burning smell to it, but it should be good enough until Miss Keane passed.
Wait.
Burning smell?
What was that?
"Well, well, well, look who's playing hooky," a deep voice grumbled from behind her.
Oh for the love of...
Blossom turned and could just barely make out the hulking figure of Butch Jojo through the dim sliver of light that had managed to cut its way through the crack under the door. He was leaning heavily against the back wall of the closet smoking...something (Blossom told herself it was just a cigarette, though the smell didn't quite match up with that).
"Gotta be honest, didn't think you had it in ya, but look at that. Miss High-and-Mighty, hiding in the janitor's closet. Whatdya do, forget your homework? Were you tardy to class?"
"Shut up Butch, she's gonna hear you," Blossom whispered harshly.
Butch, being the brilliant person that he was, did the opposite and laughed loudly at what she said. "Don't tell me you're on the run?" He paused and listened as Miss Keane's footsteps could be heard moving past their shared closet and walking away down the hall. "Well, what d'ya know? You even got the Keane after ya. What the hell did you even do?"
Blossom wasn't in the mood for this. She pressed her ear up against the door to listen for the moment when she was sure Miss Keane was out of sight.
"I gotta say, I'm a little impressed. You had to have done something pretty big to get her to actually follow you. C'mon, what was it?"
"Nothing, now shut up, please!" Blossom whisper-screamed back at him. "I'm in enough trouble as it is. I swear if you get me caught..."
She couldn't see it, but a taunting smile was starting to form at Butch's mouth. His eyes flashed with excitement as a thought crossed his head, and he, in his usual unfiltered manner, decided to voice it as loudly and tactlessly as he possibly could.
"So, are ya still in love with my bro, or what?"
"WHAT?!" Blossom screeched, then slapped her hand over her mouth. Oh man, if Miss Keane heard that, I'm dead, she thought.
"You heard me," Butch said with a low, mischievous chuckle. The 'cigarette' dropped from his mouth, and he stepped on it to put it out. "Everyone knows about it. Poor little Blossy's got her panties all in a twist for my brother, right?"
Blossom dropped her head against the wall. Of all the stupid things that could have happened to her today...
"Now, I hate to break it to ya, but it ain't gonna happen."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Blossom replied coldly.
"Yeah ya do, but go ahead and deny it if it makes ya feel better. You really haven't got a chance, no matter what you do. Ya see, I know my brother, and he really only goes girls who put out. Sorry Pinky, but you kinda got a rep for bein' a prude and Brick, well he just ain't playin' that game..."
What if I just made a run for it, she asked herself. Surely Miss Keane is far enough away that I could make it out of here.
"...and I said to him, well, then maybe you just ain't man enough to get her to do it, y'know what I'm sayin'? And he said there was absolutely no way you would ever even touch a guy, and he wasn't gonna waste his time, but ya see, I disagree."
Butch had been rambling on for longer than Blossom would ever have expected him to, though she only bothered to catch little pieces of what he was saying. The little snippets she heard, however, were becoming increasingly less understandable, and she found herself turning in his general direction and oh-so-gracefully asking, "Huh?"
There was a snort of laughter, and Butch continued to talk. "Ya see, I just don't think Brick is man enough to break your prude-y streak. And he goes, he goes "if I'm not, then who the hell would be?' and I says to him, 'Uh, me dumbass.'"
"What the heck are you talking about?" Blossom was really confused at this point.
"Now, just hear me out on this next part. After I said all that, he made me bet that I couldn't get you to break out of your little librarian shell, and if I lose then I ain't never gonna hear the end of it. He's gonna make me quit football. Do you know how pissy I get when I can't push someone down a few times a week?"
"I've got a pretty good idea, yeah, but again, WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?"
"Well, ya see, while I gotcha in here, would you be willing to do me a little favor and help me win this bet with him? It would really show Brick what an ass he is, ya know?"
Blossom paused for a moment and mulled it over-she still didn't entirely understand what he was going on about-before asking, "What's the bet?"
The mischeivous smile widened, and Butch let out a mildly discomforting laugh. "Oh, I just need one little teeny tiny kiss from a certain pink prude to prove my point."
There was silence in the broom closet. Blossom rolled her eyes so hard that her head twinged painfully for a moment. "Yeah, no thanks."
"Ah, but ya see Blossy, you kinda have to."
"I really don't think that I do, though," she replied, moving back towards the door to listen for sounds of a potential teacher nearby.
"Yeah, but ya really do," Butch responded with another low chuckle and placed his had against the door, effectively holding it shut to where she couldn't get out. "Ya see, it would be reeeeeaaaalll easy for me to let the Keane know where you're hiding out right now, now wouldn't it?"
Blossom narrowed her eyes at him. "You wouldn't. You'd get in just as much trouble as I would."
"Oh, I think I would. You see, the difference between you getting in trouble and me getting in trouble is that I don't give a damn. But you do. It really wouldn't hurt me at all to just kick this door open and come out screaming, ya know?"
There was another moment of silence before Blossom responded. "I hate you."
"Don't care about that either. So how abouts you go ahead and help me out a little bit here, and I won't go screamin' to the old lady, huh?"
Blossom thought about what he said. Wait, she thought about it? No. That was disgusting. She was above such ridiculous, childish...
A voice in the back of her head, however, whispered the idea that maybe, just maybe, this would help solve the Brick problem a little better than the stupid prank she had tried to pull just a few minutes ago.
No, she was better than this.
But she did have to admit...NO! What was going on with her today?
But it would be done in an instant, the voice in the back of her head whispered. Just a split second, and then done, right?
What could it hurt?
She leaned forward slightly. Was she really gonna do this?
The smile on Butch's face widened triumphantly.
Just one second and done, right?
Are you really going to waste your first kiss like this, she asked herself.
Well, if it keeps me from screwing up my record, the other half of her brain answered.
Her mouth made contact with his. You know, maybe this wasn't so...
The door flung open.
"MISS UTONIUM, JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?"
Pretty short, I know, but I haven't written in a while and I thought I would just ease into it.
I may continue this, or I may not. I'm not so sure yet. I hadn't exactly planned on starting this, so I'm not sure where I'll take it. Thanks for giving it a shot, though! As always, feedback is much appreciated.
See you next time!
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