I do not own the Powerpuff Girls...

'I don't like that guy! I don't like him at all! Irritating!' was all Blossom thought.

The school day progressed like any other normal school day. She would just wish Brick would go away...forever...and never come back...and take his stupid brothers with him. In her history class today, she and Brick got into a heated argument about feminism, which made Blossom, once again storm out of class. Gosh, she couldn't stand him. Her thoughts were interrupted by Bubble and her squealing.

"Omigosh! Omigosh! Omigosh!" Bubbles cried.

"What's up?" Blossom asked.

"Ariana Grande is coming to Townsville next week! And the Professor surprised you, me and Buttercup with tickets to see her LIVE!"

"Wow! That's awesome! I have to thank him later!" Blossom exclaimed.

The girls were fans of Ariana Grande, and it had been a dream to see her perform.

"I can't believe...we are going to see Ariana...like...LIVE!" Bubbles squealed again. "She's beautiful and talented and OMIGOSH!"

"Take a chill pill, Bubbles." Buttercup snapped, then turned to Blossom. "So what happened with Brick today?"

"He's just a condescending, pompous ass." Blossom rolled her eyes. "He just knows how to get under my skin and it is irritating."

"Someone needs to set him straight." Buttercup added, sympathizing her sister.

"There has to be a reason he likes to bother you. I think he likes you." Bubbles joked.

"Gross!" Blossom cried. "Don't ever say that again!"

"But, Bloss, I think Bubbles is right. He does what he does for one reason or another." Buttercup said. "Maybe you should ask him out."

"Buttercup, the day I go out with Brick is the day the world starts falls apart. There is no way in hell I would be sen with him." Blossom changed the subject. "Now about this concert, girls, you need to focus because we have a lot of songs to learn! We are seeing Ariana Grande."

Brick was a bit of a character. Not only was he the leader of the Rowdyruff Boys, but he was the school's soccer star and the captain of the soccer team. Where as Blossom's leadership qualities were more motherly towards her fellow cheerleaders, Brick ruled the soccer team with an iron fist. He and his brothers, Boomer and Butch, were quite the athletes. Brick with soccer, Butch with basketball and Boomer with baseball. He was pretty smart too, being in the AP classes with Blossom and all. He was especially popular with girls. With his sharp, crimson colored eyes, the way he wore his red baseball cap and his bad boy demeanor, he was quite the catch.

'He is so hot!' Some would say.

'Look at him. Isn't he dreamy?' Other's would add.

Brick found himself dating girls that had a very low self-opinion about themselves. Usually, the relationships would last only two weeks at most. Brick was the school's "player" by these actions. Even though he flirted with different girls, he loved to bother Blossom; it was probably because he knew she thought way too highly of herself that she would never chase after him, or maybe he had a teeny crush on her. Whatever it was, he loved to agitate Blossom every chance he got. Brick met his brothers and told him what happened. Both of them scoffed at the story.

"You got her again?" Boomer asked.

"This time it was funny. Her face got red like ketchup and her eyes were getting teary." Brick laughed. "She got defensive."

"Feminism is a touchy subject for chicks, gotta be careful who you may offend," Butch said, sarcastically. "Did she stomp out of the classroom as usually? Heels clicking and all?"

"Yeah, and she looked ridiculous." Brick laughed, again.

"Why do you like to bother her?" Boomer asked.

"Because she's an easy target, seeing how irritated she gets at the sight of me. I just figure, why not annoy the hell out of her? Plus she is the only girl in school that isn't thirsty for me." Brick answered.

"And you like to piss her off because she isn't one of those chicks who are desperate to be one of your next victims?" Butch asked.

"Why not?" Brick answered. "It's a shame she isn't thirsty for me. She's so hot; got way hotter since we were kids."

"Although I think her sister, Bubbles, is much cuter, she is eye candy," Boomer stated.

"I couldn't agree more," Butch said. "Did you see that pink sweater dress she wore last week? She really has it in all the right places. (Author's note: Teenage boys are perverted. Ew!) Things I would do to her on a Friday night...whew."

"Dude, aren't you checking out her sister, Buttercup? You trying to keep it in the family?" Boomer asked.

"That's just nasty. Why would you say that?" Butch asked, obviously annoyed with his brother.

Brick laughed at his brothers.

"But seriously, dude, if you think she's hot, why not just ask her out? Play nice to her?" Boomer suggested.

"Dude, I bet if you did play nice to her, she would fall for you all of a sudden. She would turn into those girls whose hearts you stomp on and would cry over you on social media and what not?" Butch added.

"She thinks way too highly of herself to..." Brick was cut off by Butch again.

"You never know that. Just convince her that you aren't a bad guy and would like to prove it to her." Butch said. "I bet you she would turn into one of those girls."

Brick then smiled at what his brother was suggesting. He was going to play nice to Blossom only to get her to fall for him. He would toss her aside like the rest of them. After all, it was only Blossom.

After school, Blossom was seen talking to a tall, skinny guy. She smiled at him and said, "Cool! I will see you Friday." As she got to her locker, she saw a sticky note that read:

Meet me in the courtyard after school. I will be waiting here all night if I have to.

Curious, Blossom walked towards the courtyard only to find Brick. She let out an exasperated high and turned her heel.

"Wait!" He called after.

She turned around again, her pink eyes facing his Crimson eyes.

"Haven't you annoyed me enough today?" She asked.

"That's the thing." Brick started. "You see, I was an idiot in class today, and feminism is a touchy subject for women so I should've watched what I said, and I am sorry."

Blossom wasn't buying it. She knew he was up to something fishy.

"What are you trying to say?" She asked.

"That I want to make it up to you, everything actually...I'm not a bad guy, and I want to prove it to you. How about I take you out for pizza and a movie Friday night, and we can talk about our feelings?" Brick asked.

"You want to make it up to me by asking me out on a date?" Blossom smirked. "I find it funny how you are asking me out randomly. I know you, Brick. You always have something funny up your sleeve. And I have to decline. Because one, Jimmy Preston already asked me out Friday and I said yes and two, I am not your type...at all...nor are you mine. Plus, I am not naive enough to fall for your tricks, so...bye."

As she was about to leave, Brick stopped her in her tracks and stated, "I'm every girl's type. You have no idea what you are missing out on, Pink Stuff."

"Every girl except me. Date Princess. She's pretty thirsty for you." Blossom tried to walk again with Brick blocking her way. "My sisters and our friends are expecting me. Please move."

"You called me adorably before...remember..." Brick smirked at her.

With that being said, Blossom nudged him with her shoulder and went on her way. Out of nowhere, Butch and Boomer appeared.

"Man, she's an ice woman," Butch said.

"Well, she can breathe ice," Boomer said.

"Yeah, no shit," Butch added.

"She's a BITCH!" Brick said with his voice cracking.

"Talk about your feelings?" Boomer laughed. "I'm sorry, but that was just...wow..."

"Dude, want me to tell the whole school about your morning wood?" Brick snapped, as Boomer stopped laughing.

"Uh, no thanks," Boomer said.

Butch then added, "She's going out with Jimmy Preston? Dude, he is on the basketball team with me and he sucks. That lame ass loser wouldn't know what to do with her."

"That's why we need a plan B." Brick said. "I'm not giving up that easy."