Due to popular demand, I have post the next chapter! And I'm going to continue this as a series of one-shots or something like that...
Anyway, here it is!
By the way, I have decided to title every chapter by the name of the song that I'm listening to RIGHT NOW! So just a heads up, most of the time, the chapter title has NOTHING to do with the chapter subject. I just don't like an unnamed chapter.
Disclaimer: I own nothing as usual, but the cover art and the OCs. "Fadeless" belongs to The GazettE
~*Fadeless*~
Now…
"…and that's what happened…"
So here they were.
Blossom was sitting on one of them nurse's beds in the infirmary curled in ball with her head buried between her knees. Bubbles was sitting on a chair beside the bed and Buttercup was leaning against the curtains, making sure that the nurse or anybody else would hear Blossom's story.
At this point, Blossom was in hysteric tears. She was sniffling and whining into her covers while her sisters stared at her with such disbelief and shock. But after five minutes of absolute silence, the two girls started laughing. They laughed so hard that tears started to pour from their eyes; it made Blossom pull herself up and glare at her sisters.
"Why are you laughing at me?! This is serious!" She almost yelled.
"Hahaha! I'm sorry…but…" Buttercup tried to catch her breath. "Only this kind of thing would happen…TO YOU!"
Bubbles fell to the floor holding her stomach and Blossom threw a pillow at her green sister. "Shut up! This isn't funny!"
"You're right…it isn't…Blossom. You like Mr. Jojo—!?" Buttercup exclaimed but Bubbles covered her sister's mouth with her hand.
"Be quiet!" She whispered. "You don't want anyone else to know." Buttercup pushed her little sister off of her and glared at Blossom.
"Of all teachers in the school, you HAD to fall in love with Mr. Jojo?! He's like the worst teacher in school."
"He's not that bad!" Blossom defended. "He's firm but fair!"
Buttercup rolled her eyes. "Whatever! What do you see in him? How could you fall in love with….that?!"
"Well..." Blossom twiddled her thumbs. "I met him last year. I didn't have a class with him, but my history teacher from last year asked me to deliver a book to him and…"
One year ago….
Sixteen year-old Blossom Utonium walked down the hallway with a large book in one hand and a piece of paper in the other hand. Her history teacher, Ms. Hayner, asked her stared student to deliver a book to one of the newer upperclassman teachers. His name was Mr. Jojo and he was in room 307 upstairs, Blossom remembered. She heard that there were new teachers this year and she was curious as to what kind of teachers they were. She was kind of excited to meet one.
She arrived to Room #307 and politely knocked on the door. Immediately she heard a male voice answer from behind the door. "Come in."
She opened the door and saw a man in his early twenties leaning on his desk. There were features about this man made his stand out from the rest; his piercing blood red eyes were nothing Blossom has ever seen. With his long orange hair, he looked like one of the characters from her romantic fantasy novels. As Mr. Jojo's stare bore on her, Blossom could only think about was how handsome this man was. She had to pinch herself to make sure that this wasn't a dream.
"How may I help you?" His voice was so cool and alluring that Blossom could feel herself drowning even by the simplest word he said.
She tried to respond back, but she felt so nervous just by standing near him. Blossom didn't realize she was shaking until now.
"Um…um…"She stuttered. The teacher leaned off his desk and took a step towards her.
"Is that book for me?" He asked. Blossom nodded nervously and handed him the large book. Mr. Jojo took it from her and examined it. Blossom remembered to give him the note as well.
"Oh! Um…" She presented him the note from her teacher. Mr. Jojo read the note and smirked. Oh my God….at this point Blossom couldn't contain the roaring blush on her face.
"I haven't received my catalog, since there's a shortage, but it was nice of Ms. Hayner to let me borrow hers for the time being. Please tell her my thanks, Miss …?" He drew on asking for her name, but at this point, after staring so long in his eyes, Blossom couldn't remember her own name!
"O dear God in heaven, what the HELL is my name?!"
"Um…B-B-B…Blossom…Blossom…U-Utonium…" Blossom stuttered as she suddenly found the floor so interesting. If she stared into his eyes any longer, she would be sure that she would never get out of them.
She could feel his smirk on her. "I see. So you're the famous Miss Utonium I've heard about from the faculty and students. It's very nice to finally meet you."
Blossom bowed her head politely while sheepishly rubbing her arm. "I…I'm not all that great actually…"
"I must object." Mr. Jojo smiled. "Spelling Bees, Science Fairs, Debate teams, Chess Competitions, ACT and SAT scores, not to mention owning the top honor student in the entire school, I wouldn't be surprised if Princeton or Yale were at your doorstep."
With all of the praise and recognition she was receiving, she couldn't help but smile a little. "Harvard, actually…" She joked. Mr. Jojo chuckled for a bit.
"And a sense of humor as well, not to mention adorable."
Blossom stared up at him in shock as her heartbeat suddenly forgot how to do its job. Her face was in every shade of red as humanly possible. The teacher stared at her with slight concern.
"Are you alright? You're red in the face. Are you sick?" As he took a step closer, Blossom couldn't stop herself from trembling. She knew that if she stayed her any longer, certain feelings would sprout for this teacher that weren't supposed to be there.
Blossom shrieked, surprising the teacher and herself, and quickly ran out the door and into the girls' bathroom.
…and we're back here…
"Well I guess that explains why you locked yourself in the girls' bathroom for a whole hour last year…." Buttercup scratched her head.
"Every time I see Mr. Jojo, my heart beats faster, I get this warm and fuzzy feeling in my chest, and all of a sudden, I can't remember how to breathe!" Bubbles squealed and cuddled next to her.
"Yay! My big sister is in love!"
Buttercup and Blossom shushed their youngest sibling.
"Hey! Who said anything about 'love'?! Blossom is just infatuated with her teacher because he's smart and stuff. Big deal. She'll probably get over it by next week." Buttercup scolded.
Blossom buried her head in between her legs. "What's the point? They're bound to find out sooner or later. The love note I wrote to Mr. Jojo is in the essay that I turned in to him last period." Blossom sighed. "Just remember to visit me in prison…"
Buttercup rolled her eyes. "Okay Blossom two things: A) you're not going to prison. The worst you'll get is probably expulsion." Of course Buttercup would know. "B) That's not going to happen, because he's not going read the note."
Her two sisters stared at their raven haired sister. "What are you talking about Buttercup?"
"I have a plan!" Buttercup waved her green cellphone in her sister's face. "We strike tomorrow! Mr. Jojo has a lot of other classes and he probably won't have time to grade your papers until tomorrow on his off period anyway. It's perfect!"
"But what about—?"
"Don't you worry your stupid little head about the details, Pinky. I got it all covered. You just get your ass here tomorrow!" Buttercup said, leaving her sister in distressed mess.
The next day…
It was just another day at school. It was an A-day today so the students wore different school bags and brought different supplies with them. The girls weren't any different. However, instead of splitting off into their respective groups, Blossom and Bubbles followed their green sister to her friends. They followed her to the near back of the school where Buttercup's trouble-making friends hangout. Blossom felt like she was getting herself into some shady business.
"'Sup guys. You know my sisters." Buttercup greeted. Blossom had met her sister's friends over numerous occasions, but she didn't bother to remember their names; overall there were five of them.
There was a boy with blonde hair that was in dire need of a haircut and dark green eyes. He wore a grey beanie with a skull attached to it and his uniform consisted of a white dress shirt with a black shirt underneath, black pants and white tennis shoes. "This is Peter." Buttercup patted on his shoulder while Peter gave them a wave.
Next to Peter was a taller boy with straight black hair that was down to his shoulders and brown eyes. He had black lip piercing and several earrings on each ear. He wore a white shirt with this sleeved rolled up to his elbows, a loose black tie, black dress pants and blue converse shoes. Judging by his appearance, he looked like his was a senior. "Our big brother, Josh!"
Instantly, the rest of the group started latching onto Josh while yelling, "Big brother!", "I love you!" and "Buy me some juice!". Josh growled and pushed each of them off.
Sitting across from Josh was a smaller boy with short cut white with blue-dyed hair and light blue eyes. The albino wore a dark blue jacket underneath his uniform, which was a white dress shirt, black skinny jeans, not dress pants, and black shoes. He smirked at the two. "The name's Ashton, but every just calls me Ash. Right Bubbles?"
Bubbles smiled at her friend and nodded. Buttercup frowned and kicked Ash. "You two know each other?!"
"OW! Watch the jacket! It's new!" He rubbed his arm. "Yeah, we're in the same art class."
Near Ash was a younger boy who looked similar to him with dark blue-dyed hair and light green eyes. Okay, this kid didn't even bother to wear the school uniform and instead wore a black T-shirt with a white sweater over it, black cargo pants with black combat boots. He had a several Band-Aids on his face and a scowl once he saw new people in their group. Ash turned to the younger boy and nudged him. "This is my little brother Drake." Drake glared at the two sisters and buried his face in his arms.
Buttercup turned her attention to her dear childhood friend who was giving Buttercup a headlock. "And of course you know Mitch." Mitch Mitchelson had been Buttercup's best friend since kindergarten and the two had been together since. The auburn haired boy kept his hair short and wore a white dress shirt with a red shirt underneath, black ripped pants that were saggy and black converse shoes.
"Hey girlies. What do I owe this pleasant visit?"
Blossom took deep breath and sighed. "I need your help…"
Mitch stared down at Buttercup. "Is this about the text you sent us last night?"
The green girl nodded and pried of off his grip. "Boys. We're gonna break into Mr. Jojo's classroom!"
Instead of the cheers of excitement that she wanted, Buttercup only got groans and moans of complaint.
"Again?!" Drake whined.
"For what now?" Josh interjected. "Giving you an unfair grade on another quiz so now we're gonna fill his seat with pushpins again?"
"That was you guys?!" Blossom nearly yelled but the group ignored her for now.
Buttercup shook her head. "Not this time. Actually, we're doing this for Miss Pink over there." Buttercup pointed at Blossom. "She left a note in the classroom and she needs it back."
The group acknowledged Blossom and stared at her with awe and pity. Passing notes in class was one thing, but passing notes in Mr. Jojo's class was another. Not only was it a one-way ticket to a Saturday detention, but Mr. Jojo does the utmost honor of reading the note in front of the class and posting it on his billboard, which he personally named it: "The Wall of Shame".
"Dude, that's tragic." Ash shook his head.
"It must be important if you want it back so badly. What kind of a note is it?" Mitch asked.
Blossom blushed as she stared at the floor. "…it's a love note…" She mumbled but everyone seemed to understand her as a chorus of sucking teeth filled the area.
"Who's it for?' Ash asked wiggling his eyebrows.
"It doesn't matter!" Buttercup interrupted. "Just know that this is an emergency! If Mr. Jojo reads that note, all hell will break loose! Bombs could drop!"
"Okay, we get it! Geez!" Mitch rubbed the back of his head. "Alright, I have the perfect plan for it too. Mr. Jojo's off period is the last bell, 4th block. Once the bell right, we're all gonna meet on the staircase near his classroom. Got it?" Everyone nodded.
Except Blossom. "No!"
"No?"
"No!"
"NO?! Blossom what the hell?" Buttercup yelled.
"I have Advance Geometry; I am not gonna skip class!"
"Oh yes you are! This is your mess! Your reputation is at stake here. If you don't follow along with this, then I can't guarantee the best! So are you in or not?"
Blossom was seconds away from punching her sister and crying her eyes out but she knew the risks of not joining this plan. She swallowed her pride and nodded.
"Fine. I'll do it."
Buttercup turned to her friends. "Alright. We're in. And I'll pay you guys once the job is done!" The boys cheered as they snickered and high fived each other.
"What did you promise them?" Bubbles asked.
"I promised them free access to our house for whenever they decide to go on a panty-raid." Buttercup shrugged.
It was then when Blossom punched her green sister.
Before she knew it, lunch had already ended and it was time to move to her fourth block class. As the bell ran, Blossom felt her insides churn in anxiety and nervousness. Even though she agreed to participate, that nagging feeling in her mind wondered, what would happen if this plan backfired? She afforded to tarnish her perfect record in juvenile delinquent school and be like Buttercup.
"O dear God, no! I can't burden the Professor with another 'Buttercup' in the family!" She began hyperventilating again, until Buttercup can up to her and slapped her elder sister.
"Pull yourself together!"
"I don't think I can! Slap me again!" Buttercup slapped her again. "Thank you…" Blossom calmed down.
Without a word, Buttercup grabbed her sister's arm and dragged her to the other side of the building; far away from Blossom's Advance Geometry class. Blossom cried a little on the inside.
Once the tardy bell rang and there was not a single student in the hallways, Buttercup dragged Blossom quickly and quietly through the hallway towards their destination. Blossom scanned around the walls and the ceiling worryingly.
"Buttercup, aren't you worried about hidden cameras in the hallways?"
Buttercup scoffed. "Please. Do you think this school has enough budget money for security cameras? The vice-principal lied and said that to keep us in line."
At this point, Blossom was so stressed that she would believe anything her sister said.
Eventually, they reached the staircase on the west wing of the building. Mitch and his friends were lounging around like usual delinquents, but were carefully hidden away so that the hall monitors or teachers wouldn't spot them.
Mitch straightened up once he saw the two sisters. "Alright…is everyone ready for the plan?"
All nodded except Blossom. "What is the plan exactly?" She asked.
"Simple. See, during his break, Mr. Jojo would either leave his room to somewhere else or stay in a grade papers. So, no doubt he would be staying inside for a while, which is why Ash and Peter will create a lovely distraction that'll force Mr. Jojo to leave his room. While he's gone, you and Buttercup sneak in, grab the note and run out of there before he comes back. Are we clear?"
Blossom nodded her head. It seemed like a fool-proof plan and, again, at this point, Blossom was desperate enough to they anything. "Crystal."
Mitch smirked at his friend. "Alright Ash, are you ready?"
Ash smirked with Bubbles giggling right beside him. Both of them were holding two cartons of eggs each. "More than ready! Bubbles and I were able to snag after material from school kitchen. Mr. Jojo won't know what hit him!"
Blossom frowned. "Great…now my little sister is criminal…"
Everyone quickly and quietly ran up the stairs and onto the second floor. Once they were near room number 307, Mitch assigned Josh and Drake as look-out and sent to the opposite ends of the hallway. Peter took the egg cartons from Bubbles's hands and he and Ash grabbed a handful of eggs. They nodded at Mitch signaling that they were ready. The girls hid themselves in the girls' bathroom making sure that the door was cracked so they could see their cue.
Before Mitch could give the signal, he took a sneak peek to make sure that Mr. Jojo was in his room, like he was supposed to be; if he was, then Mitch would hold up one finger. If he wasn't, then Mitch would wave his hand in dismal. As he slowly inched his head upward and took a second peek in the room, he held up two fingers.
Blossom and Bubbles were confused but Buttercup swore under her breath. Bubbles stared at her green sister.
"What does that mean?" She asked quietly.
"There are two people in the room. Meaning someone is with Mr. Jojo."
"What?! So who is—?" Buttercup shushed Blossom as they heard Mitch bang his fist at classroom door and run away. The girls saw the door open abruptly and they could see a mess of spikey raven hair and a pair of angry forest green eyes poking out of the door. The man almost looked like Brick, except he was a bit older. He wore a white T-shirt and green sweatpants and a black hoodie with a whistle around his neck.
"Oh shit…its Coach Jojo…" Buttercup winced.
Coach Jojo frowned once he found that there was no one who banged on his brother's door so rudely. Before he could walk back in...
"HEY COACH!"
As the coach turned around to the sound of a yelling student, he was instantly bombarded with an army of eggs. The girls were watching it in slow motion. The eggs were crushed on the teacher and yolk splattered on the man and onto the floor. Coach Butch Jojo yelled helplessly as the adolescent boys pelted him nonstop.
Once the firing ceased, Coach Jojo didn't make another move. His hands were over his face and his clothes were soaked from the sticky. He slowly lowered his arms and glared menacingly at Ash and Peter making them quake in fear. Even though Brick was known to be the scariest teacher in Townsville High, his older brother was a close second.
"I'm going to give you a three second head-start." The coach growled as he flicked the egg shell out of his hair. The two boys didn't need another warning and ran away screaming bloody murder. Coach Jojo ran after them yelling and cussing that he would catch their asses. Once Butch fled the scene, Buttercup gave a silent prayer for her brave comrades in battle.
"But what about Mr. Jojo?" Blossom asked. On cue, Mitch ran to the opened classroom door and threw an egg that he kept in his jacket in the room.
SLAPT!
Buttercup quickly pushed her sisters away from the door as Mitch was running and screaming past the girls' bathroom door and down the hallway. Blossom could only hear outside was the slow footsteps of Mr. Jojo walking past them and down the direction Mitch ran toward. When the girls finished praying for their friends, Buttercup poked her head out and motioned her sisters that the coast was clear.
They quickly ran inside the unoccupied classroom and Blossom made a quick beeline for the teacher's desk. It was cluttered with papers, pens and books and Bubbles's OCD was twitching from the sight of his desk.
"He's not very organized, is he?" She asked.
"Does that matter right now?!" Blossom snapped as she shifted from essay to essay. "Help me find my essay!"
As Bubbles and Blossom were frantically searching Mr. Jojo's desk, Buttercup kept watch from the door. Blossom was starting to have another one her panic attacks the sooner she realized they couldn't find the note.
"I don't see it!" She panicked.
"Calm down, sis. We'll find it in no time!" Bubbles tried to reassure her elder sister but it was certain that it was all in vain. Her pinks eyes suddenly found a ten-paged essay with her name on it and quickly grabbed it.
"I found my essay!" She shouted.
"Oh crap!" Buttercup panicked. "Mr. Jojo is coming! Quick hide!" Before Blossom could faint, Bubbles caught her sister by her tie and both of them dived under his desk. However, Buttercup couldn't find a good hiding place in time, so she decided to play it cool.
Mr. Jojo arrived to his classroom with Mitch by holding the collar of his shirt and dragging him along. Buttercup could see that Mitch hit Mr. Jojo square on the chest; his red dress shirt was stained with yolk and a few egg shells still remained. Mr. Jojo's red eyes held a glare that could make even the scariest monster alive cower in fear. He stared at Buttercup, who gulped.
"Miss Utonium. May I ask what are you doing here in my classroom?" He asked venomously.
"Well, technically, it's not your classroom. It belongs to the school…" She chuckled trying to lighten the mood with a joke but from the growl of Mr. Jojo's throat, she knew that he wasn't in the mood for games.
"Answer the question. Now." Mr. Jojo unconsciously tightened his grip on Mitch, who was now gasping for air and turning different colors. Buttercup winced for him.
"Um…actually, I wanted to ask you a question…yeah! An English question!"
Mr. Jojo narrowed his eyes at the green delinquent. Buttercup was sweating as she was hoping that didn't think she was lying.
After a few seconds of a stare-down, Mr. Jojo spoke. "Go on."
Buttercup sighed in relief. "Well this has been bothering me for a while, but why is that you're IN a movie but you're ON television?" Mr. Jojo sighed irately. He was clearly not in the mood for another smart-ass English grammar question.
As he answered Buttercup's question, Blossom and Bubbles were going as far as holding their breathe in order to not make any noise. Bubbles motioned to her sister with her eyes to the essay in her hand. Blossom understood what Bubbles was saying quickly shifted through the pages to find her note. Before she could react, her sister screamed as they were both roughly pulled from under the desk by Coach Jojo himself.
"Hey little bro! Look what I found hiding under your desk!" The coach barked. Blossom's panicked and frantic eyes met Brick's calm and malicious ones. She saw Buttercup, Mitch, Peter and Drake sitting in the desks with an expression on their face that screams: "BUSTED!".
When Blossom stared at Brick again, she could feel his disappointed gaze shift from her to the rest of their friends and back to her again. She was worried about what he was thinking of her now. He probably thought she was just like her sister; just a good egg turning rotten. Oh the irony…
"Take the five of them back to their classrooms. I'll deal with Miss Blossom Utonium myself."
Blossom felt the bomb drop as Coach released his unforgiving grip on her. She nearly begged him to take her away to detention where she belonged instead of being alone with the harsh gaze of Mr. Jojo. For once, she was feeling how cruel this man's stare was and for once her peers were right; it was as horrible as she could imagine.
"A lot the rest of you, let's go!" Coach Jojo yelled. "I'll see all of you in detention and I'll be sure to contact some of your parents!" As the group left the room one-by-one, Drake scoffed and smiled.
"Worth it!"
The door closed shut leaving the two of them alone. Blossom was almost in tears as Mr. Jojo loosed his tie and slowly approached her. He stared her down for a couple of seconds making her feel intimidated. Blossom couldn't take the silence anymore.
"Mr. Jojo, I—I…I'm so sorry! I didn't mean for this…I mean…I-I didn't mean t-to go…th-this far! I only…I only did it—!"
"For this?" From his pocket, he fished out a noet. Her note. She could see all of the red stain inscriptions of her forbidden and undying love and devotion to her teacher, Mr. Brick Jojo. She as absolutely speechless as he tossed the note on the desk and took a few steps closer to her. Blossom could feel her world crumbling around her as she knew that THIS was the end, for her, her life, her career, everything! She didn't want this to happen…she never wanted any of this to happen!
"Mr…M-M-Mr. J-Jojo…"
He smirked as Blossom finally noticed that he was inches away from his face. "Call me Brick."
He instantly locked lips with the seventeen year old.
As his smooth cool lips contacted with hers, the world that Blossom though was crumbling was suddenly reshaping itself to a new, glorious form. Tears threatened to fall as she kissed him back, but then Brick pulled back and slipped a note in her skirt pocket. He whispered in her ear. "Don't bother coming to detention, I'll count this as an excuse." He stole peck of her lips as he backed off.
Blossom's face was redder than his eyes as her brain was trying to register what just happened. Brick chuckled at her facial expression. "Your face is so cute."
That brought Blossom out of her daydream and she started to whine. "H-Hey! Of course I would be embarrassed! After….all….um…" She started to mumble under her breath.
Brick raised his eyebrow. "What did you say?"
Before she could answer, the bell rang and Blossom took the opportunity to run out of the room and avoid any more physical contact from Mr. Jojo. She took refuse in the girls' bathroom, again and locked the door, again.
She slowly slid to the ground as she giggled and blushed like a maniac. Blossom couldn't believe that the teacher she was hopelessly in love with has the same feelings for her. Blossom was sure of it! That was no doubt about it! She sighed blissfully as she touched her lips. She reached down her skirt pocket and fished out the note he left her and held it close to her chest for dear life.
"He took my first kiss…"
There you have it ladies and gentlemen! High School Stinks! I think...I want to continue this. This will be a good stress reliever and such. Depending on the feedback. I'll try to make it as fluffy and hilarious as possible; I'm pretty, slightly comfortable on the fluff but the hilarity is something I'll need to work on. Lol.
But whatever, I hope you all enjoyed it, they'll be more soon along with Powerpuff Girls: Brawl. Read it if you're brave enough!
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