WARNING this is done in the future and Bubbles, Blossom, and Buttercup changed their names in my head. Just so you don't get confused.
Bubbles: Brooke
Blossom: Bridget
Buttercup: Blaire
I sat in the back of my Algebra class staring vacantly at the back of Blaire's head. Blaire bobbed her head lightly to the music that blasted from the IPod. It surprised me that she hardly ever got caught in times such as these. Townsville has been quiet for the past few days, it just doesn't feel right. Something's bound to happen I can feel it. "Ms. Raquel, would you care to rejoin the class or would you rather keep your head in the clouds?" Ms. Patterson observed sharply. I winced before glancing up to meet the accusing eyes of my overweight, beady-eyed professor, an apologetic smile twisting my lips. Several students snickered around me, causing the smile drop from my face. This always happened, I would zone out and Ms. Patterson would humiliate me in front of the entire class. But I never seemed to get any better. "Now that Brooke has decided to join us once more, I'd like to introduce our three new students." I gave Bridget beside me a wary side-glance. She didn't return it, but I didn't expect her to. Bridget had always been a pretty big stick in the mud, this instant was no exception. Three boys entered the room in a uniform line, one right after the other. I blinked in disbelief as I refocused on the new students.
Before the class stood none other than the Rowdyruff boys, our enemies, the only boys who were equally matched with the Powerpuff girls. Butch still held a cocky smirk glued to his face like always, his green eyes narrowed arrogantly. It was obvious he hadn't changed since kindergarten, unless you noted the fact his name had held true to his physique. Muscles ballooned from his short sleeved soccer jersey, and his broad chest pulled the shirt tight across revealing well defined grooves. Brick stared ahead his hands placed firmly behind his back as he watched the class cautiously. Still the leader after so many years, it appeared none of the boys had really changed. Then again Bridget, Blaire, and I hadn't changed in our teen years much either. And finally there was Boomer, unlike his brothers; he looked quietly at the ground, his foot scuffing the floor in slow distinct circles. His light blonde hair fell in front of his deep indigo eyes in a wispy fashion, rather uncharacteristic for a Rowdy. They can't be here, it's not possible. It's been so many years...why now? This has to be some sort of trick and yet I'm appalled that they haven't attacked us yet. Oh wait, Ms. Patterson is talking about me; get back to the real world. "Boomer there is an open desk in the back by Brooke, you may take a seat with her and share her book until we can find some extras," Ms. Patterson commanded. The blonde boy walked slowly to the back of the class, his eyes still glued to the ground as he took his place beside me.
"What are we learnin' about?" Boomer mumbled quietly, gesturing to the open textbook on my desktop. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his head lift slightly as he turned to look at me. I stiffly met his gaze, he knew who I was I could tell, but why wasn't he attacking? Even when we were kids, we couldn't stand to look at each other without launching ourselves into a heated battle. I pointed to the caption at the top of the page, and turned to stare at my notebook, suddenly intrigued by the blank page. "So why do you go by Brooke now, Bubbles?" A prickling sensation washed over my body, like I had been sitting for too long. I hadn't heard that name in years; no one ever called me Bubbles anymore. Even Blaire and Bridget had made it a habit to call me by this preferred name.
"Because 'Bubbles' is a non-existent girls name and I will not be named after a child's toy made of water and soap," I growled, quickly pushing away the weird sensation. From the corner of my eye I saw Boomer wince at my anger, and turn to face his own notebook. Wow that was very unlike me, I don't just snap at people unless...well I just don't. The fact that Rowdyboy's are back is really getting to me already, I need to get my head together and their presence isn't helping. Bridget was unfortunately beside Brick, who was flirting quietly with her. She looked displeased to say the least by his petty attempts. Though I could sense her growing irritation, I chose to ignore it; I was pretty good at that. Blaire had just been given Butch as a math partner and was now cracking her knuckles loudly under her desk (something she did when she was annoyed). Even after all these years, Blaire still was a hot head. Though it says bad habits heal with time, hers just got progressively worse. Her death metal still blasted from the ear buds that hung freely around her neck, I winced. It seemed I was really the only one who had acknowledged the Rowdy I was given when he spoke to me.
"Look Bub...I mean Brooke. I've changed; I'm not like the Boomer you knew so many years ago. How 'bout you give me another chance to prove it to you?" Boomer reasoned, tugging nervously at his navy and black rugby shirt. I ignored his comment and continued staring intensely at my Algebra, if I didn't look up maybe he'd disappear, though even I had a hard time believing that bull. Now let's see x+2y=32 and y=5...Boomer has got a point, I should give him a chance...wait no, back to Algebra Brooke. x+2(5) =32 what are the solutions. "Brooke did you hear me?"
"Yes I heard you, I just chose not to respond," I replied coldly. I glanced up from my notebook briefly to see a small, and very cute, smirk on his face.
"But you're responding to me now," He answered coolly. I scowled; this was going to be harder than I thought. Bridget and Blaire seem to be doing fine with ignoring the boys, why can't I be like them? "Fine you don't want to talk I understand, I'll just catch you at lunch." Boomer turned back to his Algebra and began to scratch down problems without a second thought; he seemed completely at ease with the situation. Crap, I have to worry about lunch too, oh great, I wonder if I can fake sick. No that's stupid, that'll be the last resort. I just need to stay strong like Blaire and Bridget. I turned away from my notebook and looked at how Bridget was fairing again. She was smiling falsely at Brick before giving me a simple save-me glance.
"What?" I asked quite innocently. She waved dismissively and turned to her own assignment. It's not like her and Blaire had been ones to jump to get me out of a sticky situation as of recently. I'd just need to find another way to dodge these Rowdy's, this was going to be a long day.
