I Actually Hate You

Blossom

This was so not on the schedule for today. Why was it that whenever life is going great, something, correction, anything has to go wrong? Buttercup was staying out of trouble for once, Bubbles finally found a sweet boy that treats her right, my grades were better than ever and what does life do? It decides to drop three moronic troublemakers right in our laps!

"Uh, Blossom?" I winced in pain as Buttercup's elbow to my stomach brought me back to reality. I glanced around at the five pairs of way too similar eyes that starred me down. The deep red pair of large orbs dead in front of me made my insides particularly uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I said we can all split up to get this over with faster. That sound good?" Buttercup repeated.

"Yeah, yeah. Sounds good." I nodded slowly.

"Yo I call touring with Butters." Butch suddenly exclaimed while raising a muscular arm. I inwardly shuttered at the use of the word butters. Butch was going to be in the hospital by noon, that much I knew.

"Call me that one more time and you lose your leg," Buttercup muttered as she began to march away from our little group. Butch grinned at his brothers before he quickly followed. "I'm gonna take him to the fields first," Buttercup called over her shoulder before both her and Butch headed towards the big glass doors at the end of the hall.

Everyone turned to look at me once again. Why did everyone always do that?

"I'll go with Red, Boom," Brick was talking to his brother, but his eyes were on me the entire time. "That okay with you?"

I opened my mouth, thinking he was actually considering my feelings, but shut it when I saw Boomer nodding. I took note of the fact that I have yet to hear Boomer speak. I glanced at Bubbles who was smiling slightly at me, obviously attempting to be optimistic about this whole thing. At least one of us was.

"We can look at your classes. Maybe I'll show you my favorite courtyard." Bubbles flashed Boomer a smile before she grabbed his hand and began to guide him the opposite way Buttercup and Butch went just moments ago.

"So, that leaves just us, huh?"

Honestly Brick, why state the obvious?

"I'll show you to the library, I guess." I sighed as I began walking down the hall, not caring if he was following me or not. There was no time for stupid questions. The sooner this was over, the sooner I could go back to class and actually learn something.

"Hey, Bloss, slow down!"

I stopped dead in my tracks. I turned around and for the first time I actually looked at Brick. I looked at him for the first time in eleven years. He was wearing a white shirt with red sleeves to match his annoying ugly cap. A cap that was against dress code, might I add. He wore baggy black shorts and old black and white converse that were practically falling apart. He obviously didn't try very hard to impress on the first day. The only thing that surprised me after all this time was his face. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at his undeniably handsome looks. Brick had a ton of freckles, probably in the same places mine were. His eyes were huge and mesmerizing, even if he was frowning down at me. Wow, since when had he gotten so tall? Why hadn't I had gone through such a transformation? His pretty face was only another good reason to hate him.

"You do not get to call me that. You are not my friend. You aren't anything." I huffed as I began walking again. He gravitated to my side. A little too close to my liking.

"Not anything? Come on, that was cold Bloss. I thought you didn't have ice breath anymore," Brick chuckled as he looked down at me in what seemed to be the most patronizing look he could muster. Man, I wanted to punch him.

"How do you know?" I whispered, even though it wasn't exactly a secret. It was common knowledge that my sisters and I had lost our powers around the age of ten. Professor deemed that our Chemical X levels had simply run out. While I desperately want my powers back, I know that injecting yourself with Chemical X or pouring it on yourself was way more deadly than simply being born with it in your system. Just look at how Mojo Jojo turned out.

"Red. We're counterparts. My brothers and I lost our powers too, you know. Probably around the same time and everything," Brick explained with a roll of his eyes. "Come on Bloss, you're smarter than this."

"Excuse me for being surprised! What, you and your brothers make a habit out of trying to kill my sisters and I, you disappear then suddenly return after eleven years and you expect everything to be huncky dory? Come on Brick, you're smarter than this." I shot back before picking up speed in front of him. Normally I would care about making such a scene in the hallway, but he just made me so angry. We hadn't been together for more than ten minutes and he was already affecting my normally calm demeanor.

"Um yes, you know why?" Brick asked as he grabbed my wrists and pulled me to the side of the hall.

When did I say it was okay to touch me?

"No, and quite frankly I don't care," I spat while wildly trying to wiggle my wrists out of his gigantic hands. I wasn't budging. Curse his stupid man hands and stupid man muscles. I looked up from my trapped hands only to see Brick slightly smirking at my struggle. "This isn't funny, you know. I actually hate you right now."

"Oh yeah? I'm trembling with fear, honestly."

"I want to punch you so hard right now, Brick. Let me go! I'll start screaming. I will. I totally will."

"No you won't, you aren't badass enough to even consider it. I would imagine something like that from Buttercup, but not you, sweetheart."

"Language!"

"Look, our powers are gone! No need to kill people or rob or work with criminals ever again. Don't you see, Blossom? My brothers and I, we're finally free. Criminals like Mojo Jojo and Him have no need for us anymore. All our lives we've been forced to be evil. But we don't have to be anymore. We can just be… normal." Brick's voice was soft, almost sincere, but his little sob story didn't mean anything to me. I still refuse to trust him. Once a criminal, always a criminal.

"Whatever, Brick. Let's just go to the library. This is taking way longer than necessary," I pointed out as Brick gently let go of my hands.

"Sure. You don't have to believe me right now, but eventually you will," he shrugged as he began to walk ahead of me with his hands in his pocket. The sight was at least a little humorous considering he had no idea where he was going. I took a deep breath to keep from laughing before I quickly jogged to catch up with him.

The rest of the walk to the library was silent. I mean, I had nothing to say to the jerk. I guess he felt the same about me. When we finally made it to the huge glass doors that led to the library I smiled with relief. At least now I had something to talk about. Something about Brick having nothing to say made me even more uncomfortable than his usual sarcastic comments.

"Well, here we are. My favorite place in the whole school," I said as I opened the large door ahead of us. The smell of old pages only put me at ease as I stared at the countless books on the wooden shelves all around the room. The room was bright and somewhat empty due to classes going on at the moment. Only a few students seemed to be working on papers and projects in the back of the room on one of the many large computers. I glanced at Brick, only to find that his expression was almost emotionless.

"What, you don't like to read?" I asked as I led him down a long aisle of bookshelves.

"Oh no, I love to read. You should know that," He smirked as he absentmindedly touched random books as we passed.

"Then what is it?"

"I've just probably read most of these is all," Brick shrugged as he walked past me, pushing me with his shoulder as he did so.

"Highly doubt it." I rolled my eyes as I turned around and began to follow him down another row of books. He was so full of himself. There's no way he's read this many books in his lifetime. Sure he was smart, but wasn't he too busy robbing banks or something?

"Quiz me then," he smiled suddenly as he looked up from the shelf he was in front of. "You describe a book. Any book in this whole library. If I guess the title and author correctly, you do something for me."

"And if you don't know the title and author?"

"Then I do something for you. Can we agree to stop with the stupid questions?" Brick rolled his eyes as he took a seat and leaned against one of the huge shelves. I followed suit across from him.

"You're so on," I smirked. I tapped on my chin as I thought of the most obscure book by the most unknown author I've ever read. I smiled when I thought of the perfect one.

"I'm assuming by that stupid grin on your face that you have a book in mind?"

"Oh yeah I do," I giggled to myself. My competitive streak was beginning to show. "Okay. So the main character is a girl. She meets a guy. Guy turns out to be a pig in disguise and the girl is really a ghost of an old woman who died on the Titanic. What's the book?" I crossed my arms confidently across my chest as I watched Brick search his memory. There was no way he was going to get this.

"Tihamicen by Hamersburgbriatenli. Quite honestly that was a dumb move, Red," Brick grunted as he got up and strolled out of the library. As soon as I picked my jaw off of the floor, I ran to catch up with him. Curse his long man legs.

"H-how in the world did you get that? That's like, the worst book ever!" I practically yelled once we were outside the library, going down the large empty hall aimlessly at this point. Brick turned to me only to chuckle at my shocked expression.

"First of all, you picked the worst most obscure book ever. How could I not get it? If you were truly as smart as you claim to be, you would have described a simple love story or a heroic folk tale. You know how many of those there are in the world?"

Man. He was right.

"Anyway, the point is now you owe me something."

"Well, what do you want?" I groaned. I was almost too afraid to ask. Of course if I had won, I just would have asked Brick to kindly leave my sisters and I alone, but if Brick was anything like he was eleven years ago, he was going to savor every minute of torturing me.

"Haven't decided yet. It is my first day after all. Shall we continue the tour?"

"I actually hate you."

"Sure you do, Red. Sure you do."

Quite honestly I think I could write about Brick and Blossom forever. I absolutely love them together! Anyway I hope you all enjoyed. Please be sure to review and tell me what you think!