Chapter Two
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Disclaimer: In the time between here and now I still have not come across ownership of the illustrious Powerpuff Girls and I'm sure most fans rejoice in the mean time however don't sue me I make no profit from this. Thank you.
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(Two Days Later Monday)
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Bubbles looked to Blossom as Buttercup left them abruptly, at the massive entrance of their school speed flying threw the hallways. Landing in midst the massive crowd of students to mingle before class, without a word.
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"Blossom do you think that somethings wrong with- Blossom. Blossom? Blossom!"
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Blossom looked to Bubbles her eyes finally stopping the search for the elusive head of red hair. He could be late, as he always was or nearly always was, besides for him to be here this early there had to be a very special reason... Such as a stink bomb in the main heater or a skunk in the principal office or explosives rigged around the gym to blow it sky high with wishful hoping aside the(in their eyes, evil) gym instructor Ms. Ball. But they had done that two weeks ago and they weren't exactly known for repeating themselves needlessly.
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"Oh sorry Bubbles I was kind of..looking for Brick-I sort of blew off our date on Friday when I went to study."
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Bubbles gasp of horror though partially feigned had Blossoms head sinking miserably.
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"Blossom you didn't!? After he finally agreed and promised not to do any evil on Friday! He didn't! He'd been good just about all week too! Yet still you blew him off now what's he going to think?!"
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Buttercup was totally forgotten as Bubbles contemplated this new found horror.
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"What if he loses interest in you ? I've heard guys do that and then they move onto another girl just like that." Bubbles snapped her fingers for emphasis all but freaking out where she stood as she thought of all the possibilities. Blossom mean while tried to comfort the nearly hysterical Bubbles, thinking oddly to herself their rolls had reversed somewhere again.
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"Bubbles, Please!"
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Bubbles became silent as she listened intently to what was sure to be comforting words from her all knowing sister.
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"Just because we've had one more failed attempt of several by the way, does not mean he's moved on, or is ever going to. We're meant to be together, you need to remember there is no one better for Brick than myself. We are both leaders, tacticians, geniuses, popular, super-powered, we are both quite fond of the color red, we have taken all of the same classes, or at least those he was able to take, we both have many things in common like..like...-and we both make the perfect couple, we were made to be simple as that."
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Blossom finished reciting, an all knowing air about her that made one think she had just won the noble prize. In fact in her head she might have, just been doing that we shall never know as she drifted off into space staring at nothing lost within her own head of imaginings.
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"Blossom."
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"Yes Bubbles?" Blossom asked still not all there her mind on auto pilot as she continued to drift in thought.
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"Blllllloooooooosssssuuuummmm!"
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Blossom snapped back rather rudely into reality hating it more than anything when Bubbles called her name in that whiny high pitched ringing tone, that forever seemed to echo in her head long after Bubbles was gone.
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"What is it Bubbles?"
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Blossom was just barley able to keep from snapping at her and she might have- had she not seen her white face bleached from its once healthy glow. Dread began to fill her as she saw this look and turned her head to catch the sight Bubbles horror stricken glaze rested upon. However the near frantic rhythm of her heart ebbed away some as she spotted Brick with his brothers... suspiciously early.
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It was only then she noticed it and her heart seemed to stop completely noticing his ever present hat missing. He never took it off not ever! Brick never let anyone touch his hat much less get close enough to even think about tempting fate, by daring a touch.
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Not just that but even when they kissed he always held her hands down to her sides, not even trusting her enough to touch his oh so prized hat, or get anywhere near his head. He wouldn't just take it off at a whim he loved that accursed thing to much.
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Brick himself seemed to be looking for something as his eyes continually scanned the crowds looking over Blossom and Bubbles. However seeing as they apparently didn't have what he was looking for after that brief skim, his eyes were moving on. As if he hadn't just looked upon his unofficial girlfriend, and her sister.
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His brothers stood behind him as if without his direct guidance for some more serious trouble making were content- to do what they did best when they didn't think the Powerpuff Girls were watching. They were picking on the unfortunate youths of their school and snickering at their misfortune.
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However in the simple fact alone, that they were not picking at Brick for his missing other piece. A Born piece, one that appeared in every incarnation living and dying with each and every reborn Rowdyruff Boy that became Brick. It meant one of two things either they totally accepted his story on why it was not currently upon his person. Or he had been without it for a while already and had already beaten the crap out of each of them for their taunting and they were wise enough to know when to stop by now.
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When Brick was pissed enough he could to resort to his brothers actual murder, which in and of itself had only happened a rumored one time. For the most part he just enjoyed kicking the crap out of both of them. Then again so did Butch, the only salvageable, -in Bubbles completely non-bias and always audible opinion was Boomer. Then again no surprise there either, and no, she hadn't voted that way just because she was dating him... move on!
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Blossom moved to take the initiative and talk to Brick civilly about all of this. To both sate her curiosity as well the sudden ache in her chest. In fact she had just begun ascending in the air to go to him, when he suddenly seemed to spy what he was looking for. He was gone in a flash of red.
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Blossom froze midair indecisive on wither or not to follow, but upon her peripheral vision did she see a flash of red dart into the mens restroom. So quickly in fact that someone was knocked in with him.
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'So maybe he really had to go?' Blossom hesitated still wondering if she should wait for him or if she should seek him out later and find out the answers to her ever burning questions... like maybe at lunch? He should be more receptive then right? The whole of Townsville knew Brick was far from a morning person, best get him when he'd had a chance to cool down especially after she rather insulting forgot their date.
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Yes that was what she'd do she confirmed mentally. It was not even seconds later a poor boy was rather literally thrown from the restroom and the door slammed shut behind his airborne body with a rather hard cracking sound. Blossom was able to have first hand witness to her genius, Brick was most definitely not a morning person. With that she landed and turned back to the still gaping Bubbles.
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"Don't worry Bubbles I'll talk to him later at lunch and just see if we can't get this whole mess straitened out. So stop fussing, I am sure there is a logical explanation for all of this and at lunch we will have our answers. For now lets head to class, if we go now we'll be able to get the good seats!"
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Blossom still wasn't sure as she sped off to class just who she was trying to convince Bubbles...or herself. She avoided that question as easily as the answer as she headed off with Bubbles to Bubbles favorite subject. The only class Bubbles was currently passing with a solid A in fact, art.
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This particular class contained all of the Rowdyruff Boys though not exactly by choice. It was either this or P.E. with the one, the only, male hating (particularly the Rowdyruff Boys), completely sexist and Buttercup loving instructor they had in school, Ms. Ball.
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It was also Buttercup's current class, as her artistic talents were more developed towards whopping upon the, in Ms. Balls own words, weaker sex. In fact each and every game, sport, event or activity she gave out was made to humiliate, destroy, and utterly decimate those of the opposite sex. In the event that neither guys nor girls could to it, Buttercup could, and as the Rowdyruff Boys couldn't afford to get expelled from this particular school... They refrained from entering Ms. Balls P.E. class.
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While most every male that attended her class thought she deserved any beatings coming her way, she had her almighty protector Buttercup, so male testosterone beware! Buttercup was not only out to destroy egos, but the very manliness of men itself. To in her mind and quite a few of her supporters (Ms. Ball being chief among a vastly growing few), was to keep the male moral down to a more manageable level. So the Rowdyruff Boys avoided the gym if at all possible, unless it was to pull a cruel prank(attempted homicide) and in their own minds and a vastly growing number of other male minds, justice.
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However for the most part it would be a rare occurrence in which the Powerpuff Girls had classes together as their interests remained nearly incompatible as Blossom herself was taking mostly AP courses, Bubbles taking mostly free lance electives and Buttercup well... Blossom would have to suppose she was taking the most physically taxing courses possible. For the simple fact that the Professor found her grades adequate enough not to complain and lecture about them as he did Bubbles. While at the same time not praising her as he so often was to do for herself and her unblemished, perfect, full score grades. This being there really was no reason to find out or seek interest in Buttercup's own school work. Unlike a certain someone she was often forced to help, who often was struggling with her course work... Besides anymore than anyone, Buttercup was more then capable of taking care of herself.
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Blossom signed as she took out a book almost automatically and began reading as she waited for the early bell to ring and the teacher to appear. Sometimes it was hard being the smart one but she supposed it was what helped to add to her allure, brawn, brain and beauty there was no way Brick could resist her...
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Blossom deviled deeper into her book hoping to escape all further thoughts of Brick, there was no need right now she could wait until lunch and get her answers and stop her musings. There was probably so logical an explanation her mind just could not grasp it. Irritated now for the first time in her life Blossom slammed closed her book unable to focus and looked at the clock tapping her foot impatiently oddly reminiscent of her fiery dark headed sister.
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Brick looked high and low for Buttercup.
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'Where could she be?' He had dragged his brothers here early even, just so as not to look too suspicious and give those annoying stalkers watching him, even more than usual to report. These usually consisting of any unseemly and or unscrupulous behavior to either the Powerpuff Girls or Mayor as soon as possible. But he had to find Buttercup and find out what the hell she had done to him! Just look, already he was acting odd again, just by appearing early! All because he knew of the Powerpuff Girls penchant for being the ever goody-goody early morning people. Hell he'd been waiting twenty minutes already, just waiting for them to appear and wouldn't you know it, they appear and his heart speeds up. Sighting Blossom and Bubbles and then-! Slows down again when he sees that Buttercup is not among them.
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What the hell? Was she skipping today because she knew he'd be here and demand that she fix whatever the hell she had done?
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Sure his brothers accepted his story on meeting a beautiful girl and giving his hat to her for the good time..sure he fibbed..maybe. But damn it Buttercup wasn't supposed to be pretty or beautiful or anything at all she was the enemy! She was supposed to be just a bit of violent fun to pass the time. So why couldn't he stop seeing her? Wanting to kiss her? Wanting to wa-? Damn it! He was only supposed to want to fight her! What the hell?!
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Not even Blossom's face could trigger that familiar feeling between nausea and heartburn he always used to get when he was looking at her. Now she was just another nameless face in the crowd unless, ok maybe not so severe but feelings gone all the same. Yet then what happened to those feeling? He didn't feel like that for Buttercup, just the thought of her and he felt sort of warm, just sort of light and his heart became tight and he felt so-so-Oh To Hell! He shouldn't feel anything for her save revulsion, hate and a grudging amount of respect for her courage and fighting skills. So what the Hell had she done to him?!
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His eyes still scanned restlessly threw the crowds and throngs of nameless people searching for the a sight of the elusive green and black that was uniquely Buttercup. In fact looking so hard for her he didn't realize he'd over looked her until his third scan of the crowd around him. Yet as his eyes connected with her form, his minds eye flashed him with pictures of their night at the club, which had him in turn suppressing the blush that tried to make its way to his face. What the hell was Buttercup doing wearing a skirt, -granted nearly eighty percent of the time that was indeed what any of the Powerpuff Girls were caught wearing... That was beside the point however! This one was no where near the all but prudish ones her sisters where wearing and what she normally wore, but then again it was neither the mini she wore the night at the club. In his eyes at that moment to bias and angry eyes with the way she was nearly intimately whispering in some other boy's ear and looking soft and smiling gently she might as well have been.
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She-she kissed Him damn it! She wasn't supposed to go whispering in another boy's ear and look-look so-so..his heart seemed to flip in his chest before beginning to pound madly. Buttercup kissed Him! She wasn't supposed to go off and find somebody else. Angrily he rushed her as she began to float away from the boy and so quickly so she did not spot him, could not avoid him, he grabbed her. Slamming her through the nearest available doorway away from most of the prying eyes and before she could orientate herself. He had her rather harshly pinned against the wall and as soon as she caught sight of him, fire blazed in her eyes, promising a rather painful retribution and suddenly he couldn't stand it anymore and gave into the temptation that had been pledging him since he left her that night at that club.
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Brick's lips smashed nearly brutally against Buttercup's as though he were trying to forever bury his urge to do so by giving in just this once, kissing her unresponsive lips, as though he need do so to survive. However while his mind registered that she did not respond as he had secretly wanted her too she didn't push him away either. Unknown to him she was too shocked to do much of anything at that moment. Was it possible his mind asked himself that she wanted him to kiss her? He didn't know. He didn't know if he wanted too.
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Bricks musings were cut short however as the sound of a stall thumping open was heard. He pulled away slightly, to glare murderously over his shoulder. Buttercup was too shocked, paralyzed you could say and automatically complied to the harsh order he sent her as his hand clenched with bruising force, at least for them, on her throat his eyes moved back to hers nearly scalding her in their intensity as he all but hissed at her.
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"Don't move."
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With that said he moved further away getting in a good scan of their surrounding for the first time and berating himself for not doing so sooner. They appeared to be in the male lavatory and with that completed he moved too fast for the human eye to see, to remove the only other occupant in the room save for himself and Buttercup. Then with a quick and rather uncaring jerk the unnamed male was thrown from the room, sent soaring threw the air out the door and then said door was slammed shut and locked in hopes of warding off unwanted intruders.
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With another flash of red he was once again standing in front of Buttercup who had not yet moved from where he had last had her, however the calculating eyes in which she now studied him with were all too familiar a more than positive sign that her shock had wained.
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"Don't even think about leaving!" He growled at her grabbing her in the same moment, once more pinning her to the wall, well aware that if he didn't persuade her quickly he was going to have a rather escalating brawl on his hands, with none of the answers he wanted forth coming.
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"What have you done to me?"
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He asked softly now, lowering his head to rest upon her chest in what he hoped wasn't in the pretense of listening to her heart beat to better ferret out if she were lying to him and not really because he wanted to feel her breasts. Her heart beat was erratic unlike anything he had ever heard before, but almost steady and very much like the girl herself. As he listened to her heart beat he began to calm and relax, if unknowingly.
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"What do you mean what have I done to you ? You're the one who can't keep his lips to himself! I haven't done anything!"
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Granted though most of what she said did ring true he refused to believe it. She Had to have done something. There was no way he would feel like this by himself, there was no way he should be capable for feeling any of this at all!
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"Liar, you had to have done something there is no way I should feel like this on my own." He said it quietly calm still even then, despite his inner turmoil.
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"What do you feel?"
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Was it just him or was their hesitancy in her voice?
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"What?"
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"I asked what do you feel you ass! Obviously if we find out what you feel then we can find the cause, stop it and stop you from kissing me." Brick smiled wickedly.
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"Why are you smiling?!"
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Buttercup demanded and Brick for the life of him couldn't guess how she saw it with his face buried in her cleavage. Then again knowing him as well as she probably did, she might have just guessed, but then again... -with his knew found problems he didn't know how anyone could predict him anymore. Brick all but reluctantly pulled his head away from her chest, reminding himself this was Buttercup and he'd seen better. Though at the moment he'd forgotten who, however he couldn't stop the pleased grin that split his face.
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"Because."
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She glared at him when he wasn't more forth coming.
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"Because?"
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He nipped her lips enjoying more than he should and ever had before the flash of angry fire that lit her eyes, the subtle hit of vulnerability, he could all but see in her eyes and stature.
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"Because I started kissing you before I started to feel like this."
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Ok maybe-oh hell!
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"Well than maybe -muphh!"
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Brick was kissing her again before she could finish, cutting her off. Really he couldn't help himself. She struggled then, as though trying to break free, but his hold upon her merely tightened. The hand he had at the nape of her neck pinching harshly, as the arm pining down her arms kept her all but firmly trapped against the wall and his body. Eventually she stopped trying to fight him and soon enough she began to respond, and in reward the hand at the nape of her neck released its grip, to tangle in the silky hair there, holding her head in easy surrender to his wanderings. The arm trapping hers down released if only to wrap around her waist in attempt to mold her body to his own. One of her free hands went up to tangle in his own hair.
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Brick was content to ravage her thus, he was not however expecting for the hand in his hair to yank his head all but viciously back. Which was more than less due to the fact the one ripping it back wasn't at the best of advantages when the attempt was made, rather than she wasn't trying to hurt him. His sound of outrage was cut off before it could fully begin however as her mouth descended upon his own, he groaned instead, as the sweetness of her mouth returned to him, all previous pain forgotten and yet he refused to be dominated by anyone. His tongue encouraged hers to battle and again his hands were petting her, his own heart beat drowning out almost everything else audible to even human ears he was sure.
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Brick realized in that one moment he couldn't stop..no he didn't want to stop, even as his body began reacting in ways it never had before, he felt heavy and achy, on fire and yet at the same time more powerful than ever he could ever recall feeling before-and.. he liked it.
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No rather he was thrilled at the sensation now rippling threw him and who would have guessed that the one to inspire such a thing would be the hell fighter and near indestructible Buttercup?.. His hand wander down to the back of her right thigh lifting it so she wrapped her leg around his hip, holding it in place as his body slid forward. As close as was humanly possible, her chest pressed tightly against his own, her privates flushed with his own, legs entangled in each others. It was more intimacy than Brick had ever had with anyone and he was intent on enjoying every last minute of it. His body coursing with nearly unfounded and forbidden pleasures nothing could have broken this moment for him.
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Well at least he had been sure that nothing could have, however no sooner had the brief flicker of thought broken threw his tattered mind to process, then something did just that.
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A rather loud bell rang, cutting threw the haze his mind had settled in and where he wanted to return. He groaned into the lip lock he was in and yet now more than ever was he determined to ignore it. Unfortunately for him Buttercup did not seem to share the same mind frame and immediately pulled away breaking their nearly mad kiss, gasping in oxygen as she did so. Her senses far from alert, which was something Brick could tell immediately and took full advantage of, in fact he got as far as the second barely brief kiss leading for more... -before a loud banging was heard reverberating on the lavatory door.
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Brick regretfully lowered Buttercup having lifted her up and against him sometime during their kiss as the banging became more repetitive and louder by the second. Briefly ignoring the pounding, Brick nipped at the still recovering Buttercup's lips. Promising to himself if the banging stopped Right-Now at this very moment... He would not try and seek vengeance on the would-be if he didn't stop now dead man banging.
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The banging didn't stop and Brick once again found his head lowering to Buttercup's chest, to rest his head upon it as they both gasped drawing in new breath trying to regain their barrings. Her rapid erratic heart beat helping to calm his own rushing blood, and Brick righted himself as he heard her heart calm down to the original irregular beat. Taking in her flushed face and faintly misty eyes a resolve settling in his chest then. In a voice that carried with it a calm finality to it that his own never had before he uttered or before attained.
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"We are not finished here."
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A last searing kiss and he broke away, his hand a shackle on her wrist, as he pulled her along as he marched towards the locked door. An impatient flick of his wrist the door was unlocked and the persistent grating pounding finally halted. Unfortunately for the poor fool, who had done such way too late. Brick's previous offer was retracted and with a swift powerful kick the door burst off its hinges flying forward from Brick and crashing hard into the afore mentioned fool. The momentum and force of both still enough to send the door and student crashing into the far wall cracking the wall and more than a few bones of the unfortunate student who fell limply in a rather ungraceful heap under the unhinged door. He was completely ignored however and left nearly crushed to the far wall by the lavatory door unable to watch as a red and green blur left the lavatory he had been frantically pounding upon before he completely lost consciousness.
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P.B. Here so here we are again for those of you who have been tracking this story from the beginning and thinking to yourself...the hell? I know sorry, see my profile for more info. For now if the new chapters suck please let me know what I can change to impove. Thanks. Bye!