I've decided to go ahead and start another story. This time it's Blossom X Brick! REVIEW REVIEW! C'MON! ENJOY! Blossom X Brick forever! THIS IS MORE OF A STORY YOU TEENS COULD RELATE TO!

(NORMAL POV)

Blossom walked into the gym and placed her bag on a bench.

Being co-captain of the cheerleading squad, Blossom had so much stress building up in her nerve system.

Thirty minutes earlier, Princess (being the captain) told Blossom to work on her cheering strategies so they would be prepared for the football rally next Wednesday night.

***Flashback***

"No, no, no!" Princess snapped at the six girls.

"You're doing it all wrong! We cheer like THIS—" Princess waved her pom-poms and did a 4 foot high jump "—not like THIS!"—Princess randomly kicked her legs and kept her pom-pom up in the air.

Blossom, along with her friends Kim and Mallory, rolled her eyes.

"Hey Princess," the new girl, Sarah, said, "Why doesn't everyone on the squad just make up a small cheer and then do a big finale together?"

Princess turned her head and scoffed. "Listen Tara—"

"It's Sarah…"

"Whatever! My daddy started the idea for this squad and paid for it AND made me the CAPTAIN! So we do my ideas—GOT IT?"

Blossom, having been elected co-captain when the squad started, spoke up.

"Actually Princess…that's not a bad idea."

Sarah did a small smile while Princess scoffed again.

"Please, Blossom! Like you know anything about being a squad captain! You only made it in here by a long-shot!"

Blossom placed her pom-poms on her hips.

"AT LEAST I DIDN'T BUY MY WAY IN! EVERYONE KNOWS YOU HAD TO BRIBE YOUR OWN FATHER!"

Princess narrowed her eyes and scrunched up her nose. "Listen here, Ginger-Head, I own this team—I OWN EVERYBODY! DEAL WITH IT!"

Blossom smirked. "I could care less…"

Princess threw her pom-poms on the ground. "This practice is over!"

Mallory looked at the clock on the wall. "But practice is supposed to be over in ten minutes!"

Kim chipped in. "Yeah! My mom doesn't pick me up until 4:35…"

Princess growled. "WHATEVER!"

Then she pointed at Sarah. "YOU get my bag!"

She pointed at Kim. "YOU pick up my pom-poms!"

And finally at Blossom. "AND YOU better not talk back to me next time; or else you're gonna be sorry!"

***End of Flashback***

Blossom was never intimidated by Princess, even when they were at cheerleading practice.

The thought of that made her smirk.

She tried to open the door to the girls' locker room so she could shower but it was locked.

"Crap," Blossom said. She didn't even bother to use her strength to tear the door off (that was something Buttercup would do…)

Blossom thought, What about the boys' locker room showers?

It was risky, but Blossom knew that she was probably the only student remaining at Pokey Oaks High.

Wrong!

Brick Jojo left detention at that moment, being part of the football team he had missed practice that day; serving time in class C19 for spray-painting the vice principal's car.

"How did he know it was you?" Butch asked earlier that day.

"Probably because he wrote 'Brick wuz here' on the back windshield…" Boomer muttered.

Brick smiled. "Indeed I did little brother!"

Brick had been called a "bad boy" by most girls in the school, it had also been rumored that he dated Zoey Fillman—leader of the Glee Club—and moved onto Princess (the girl who practically owned the school!) but neither of that was true.

Brick had his crimson eyes set on a certain girl with pink eyes and ginger hair that travelled down to her neck: Blossom Utonium.

On that fall afternoon, Brick happened to be on his way to the boys' locker room; recently, Mojo had been complaining that Brick smelled like a zoo (O 3 O).

Blossom had stripped down and was already conditioning her hair when Brick entered the locker room.

He was about to ask "Who's there?" when he saw Blossom through the clear curtain.

He stared at her body for a good minute before he smirked.

"Nice body, Red," he whispered.

Blossom turned off the shower and Brick ran out of the locker room.

Brick hid outside the door and waited for the Puff to walk out so he could surprise her.

Blossom quickly dried off and dressed herself in a pink tank top and white shorts; she didn't bother to tie her hair back so it just fell down in orange waves on her neck.

"Sup, Pinky?" a voice asked when Blossom exited the locker room.

Blossom gasped. "B-Brick? What the—? Did you just see me come out of…? OH MY GOD!"

Brick laughed. "Don't worry, Red; your secret's safe with me…for now."

Blossom felt her face heat up. "Did you take a picture? Video?"

Brick shook his head. "Naaahhh," he said with ease. "But you know how rumors are around this school; once they start, they never stop."

Blossom could tell there was a catch.

"What do you want?" she asked.

Brick's eyes traveled up her body.

"Nothing except…your assistance."

"What?"

"C'mon, Red. I want you to be my…how should I put this…slave?"

Blossom shook her head. "FORGET IT!"

"Aww, someone playing hard to get?" Brick teased.

Blossom knew that by tomorrow she'd be called names like "slut", "bag-whore", and "sex-tease."

"For how long?" she whispered.

"Until I say so…" Brick said, hands in his pockets.

Blossom looked away from him as she blushed.

"Don't hide your face, baby; it's hot…not as hot as your body of course," Brick said, smiling.

And he left her with that.

Blossom walked out of the gym five minutes later and flew home.

She thought at that moment that Brick might be home already, bragging to his brothers about the "hot slave" he was going to have tomorrow.

For the first time since childhood, life became hell for Blossom.

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