Summary: To succeed a devilish plan, the Rowdyruff Boys enroll into the same school the Powerpuff girls are in. But Boomer gets trouble in his studying, and thinking he's changed, Blossom agrees to tutor him. But Brick, who was against having his brothers and him have any relation with the Powerpuff Girls but being enemies, begins to be jealous. LOVE TRIANGLE Boomer/Blossom/Brick and the two other Powerpuffs included!!
Disclaimer: Who the heck told you I owned it?
A/N: Hello readers! This is my first PPG fiction, so be gentle, but don't worry; I'm literate . I really hope the summary caught your eye and that you will enjoy this. I hope you do. You may, though, spot some mistakes that I made with the story. I haven't watched the show in a long time, you see, and kind corrections would be much appreciated.
Chapter 1: Their Spit Defines Their Identity...
"All right, boys," whispered a voice. Huddled under the shade of a tree were three large-eyed boys. The one speaking was strenuously trying to look serious by pulling his red cap lower over his head, but all the seriousness was causing the two other boys to giggle. They tried biting their tongues to keep themselves from laughing, but they were having a hard time. The redhead stared at them, being and trying to look suspicious as his companions sniggered.
"Cchh… kkk hee hee hee, nggg heh heh heeee…."
"What the heck is the matter?!"
Brick's angry outburst failed to calm down the boys—in fact, he made them go on an on-belly laughter, and soon both boys had tears hanging on the sides of their eyes, Butch clinging to his stomach, and Boomer on his, thumping the ground with his fist.
"Sorry," said Butch, his teary eyes barely open. "It's just that…YOU'RE SO DARN FUNNY!" Butch resumed to laughing.
"Yeah, boss," agreed Boomer with a high voice. Brick was as red as…well, a brick. His arms were folded across his chest and Boomer's comment made him scrunch his eyes tight and make smoke come out of his ears. This was what really made his brothers go absolutely silent and frozen with fear.
"YOU STUPID IDIOTS! I'M TRYING TO TELL YOU SOMETHING OVER HERE! IT'S ABOUT OUR PLAN, AND WE'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DISCUSSING BEFORE THE POKEY OAKY HIGH—I MEAN THE POKE OAKIES—OR WHATEVER BELL RINGS—"
All the children in the playground had stopped what they were doing and were staring at him like Butch and Boomer were, only the other kids had no idea what he was talking about. The girls, who were inside the school, were fixing up the classroom to start the new school year. Buttercup was looking longingly with a sulky face out the window, watching the kids play. She turned her head toward her sisters, who were feeding the class hamster and watering the flowers on the teacher's desk.
"Why do we—I mean I have to do this?" she complained. "You two were the ones who offered to fix up the classroom, not me!"
"Just organize those books, Buttercup," said Blossom calmly, not looking at her. "We won't ask you to help us again next time."
"Yeah, that's for sure!" Bubbles chirped. Buttercup muttered complaints under her breath and continued organizing before hearing Brick's yells outside.
"Hey, did you guys hear something coming from outside? It sounded like someone yelling."
"Oh, we won't fall for that again," her sisters chorused.
When Brick had finished, he immediately covered his mouth in horror, in fear that the other children had found out his plan. But no one had a chance to say anything, because a sound made all the children jump up and stampede toward the school, worse than elephants (and believe me, that is DEADLY!)
BRINGG!!
"Children," said the teacher's high and feminine voice, "you may already be acquainted with them, but for those who are not, I'd like to introduce Brick, Butch and Boomer Jones."
The Powerpuff Girls' mouths dropped open. The Rowdyruffs! What were they doing in school?
"Nothing good, I bet," Buttercup whispered hoarsely.
"What are we going to do?" Bubbles whimpered softly.
"Nothing yet," Blossom said seriously, her pink eyes glued to the three boys who were expressing, what seemed to the girls, evil grins. The rest of the class did not notice, however. They were clapping politely for the new students who they did not recognize JUST because of the changed last name. This aggravated Buttercup so much that she was scowling. Blossom hushed her and gave Bubbles reassuring gestures.
"These boys were not the ones you have known since kindergarten," the teacher went on, "but I am sure that you will all get acquainted with them soon, just as you have all met each other in kindergarten (she says that when in a situation like this, even if the children don't get along at all)." She turned to the boys beside her. They became as innocent looking as could be. "Why don't you three sit at the bench behind the Utonium girls? I'm sure you have heard of the Powerpuff Girls. It's easy to get along with them. They might even save your life someday!" (The boys unnoticeably rolled their eyes at this) "Now, Buttercup, Blossom, Bubbles; will you please raise you hands to guide your new classmates to their seats?"
The girls obeyed. Buttercup grudgingly, Blossom willingly, and Bubbles reluctantly. The boys marched over to their seats, and the girls felt a shudder as they passed. It seemed like the boys had intentionally done that. But that's impossible…
Blossom, thoughtless with shock, looked back and saw that Brick was sniggering evilly at her, staying behind. Then he joined his brothers. Blossom's face gradually produced a deep frown, but she had to turn to her front when the teacher started talking again.
"All right class, my name is Miss—"
"AH!"
Their teacher raised their eyebrows at the interruption and looked over her sea of students to look at Bubbles, whose blue eyes were now teary. "What's wrong, Bubbles?" her teacher asked.
Bubbles slowly shook her head, her mouth concealed by her hands.
The teacher was patient and gentle with her. It was only the first time, and you couldn't get that angry at a teary-eyed Bubbles. "Oh… okay, Bubbles. But next time this happens, I can trust you that you have a reason to tell me. All right?" Bubbles nodded, her hands not moving from her mouth and stared down at the desk.
"What happened, Bubbles?" Blossom whispered to her as the teacher talked.
Her hands quaky, she removed them from her mouth. "A spitball," she faltered.
"What?"
Bubbles wiped her tears and whispered louder, "A spitball. One of the Jones boys hit me with a spitball."
Buttercup's eyes widened. "I knew it!" she whispered. "The Rowdyruffs are probably here to torture us during class and attack us during lunch after we survive recess!"
"Buttercup! Not so loud," Blossom hissed. "You're just overreacting. And Bubbles," she said gentler, "maybe you've just imagined it. Maybe your fear got the better of you. Maybe something else touched you—ACK!"
The teacher raised her eyebrow exasperatedly when she saw it was one of the Powerpuffs. "What is it, Blossom?" she wanted to know. Blossom was rubbing the back of her head glaringly, but immediately stopped when was asked a question by the teacher. "It was the Jones boys, teacher," she said. "They are throwing spitballs at us. That's what hit Bubbles."
The teacher looked at the three boys, but they looked innocent and did not seem to be hiding anything behind their backs or under their desks. She shook her head. "You must have just imagined it, Blossom," she said firmly. "Now, let us continue the lesson…"
"Now who's imagining things?" Buttercup whispered teasingly to her redheaded sister. (I don't know why people call hair red when it's actually orange, or why they call hair gray when it's actually white) "Oh, Blossom, maybe fear got the better of you—OW!"
This time the teacher couldn't handle it. "Buttercup!" she said severely. "What is the meaning of this?!"
"It was those guys!" Buttercup said angrily, pointing her arm at the boys behind her, looking innocent.
"I will not tolerate with your false accusations!" the teacher said, not bother to even look at the boys. "There will be no further disturbances after this or it's detention for you and the rest of your sisters!"
"No!" Blossom cried, jumping up. She couldn't bear to have detention on her first day of the school year!
"Or would you rather the principal's office?" the teacher said harshly. Blossom shook her head silently and sat back down on her seat. Buttercup scowled but sat down, as well. They made sure they stayed silent for the rest of the lesson, but it didn't help that the boys continued shooting hard-coming spitballs at them, leaving the girls with the struggle to suppress grunts and moans.
When the bell rang, the boys were the first ones to speed out of the classrooms. Blossom and Bubbles stood up slowly, wanting to go to the girl's bathroom to aid their aching heads, but Buttercup stood up determinedly. This made Blossom forget her headache for a minute.
"Buttercup, what are you doing?!"
"I haven't done anything yet," Buttercup said, and turned back to her front, her arms crossed, "but those boys sure are going to do something!"
--End Chapter--
A/N: To help me to continue and for you to enjoy it more, please review and give out comments and corrections. No romance yet, but there will be soon, and I liked how the chapter went. Thanks for reading my first PPG fiction!