(Bubbles' POV)

I waved goodbye to my sisters and then walked down the hall to my homeroom class, sighing, as my mind wonder over to Boomer. This caused me to sigh sadly, my heart breaking slowly.

Don't get me wrong, I'm happy my cousin found someone (I was fearing she wasn't), but why did it have to be Boomer? I mean, Boomer and I had been best friends since pre-k, and as we grew up, I had fallen madly in love with him. Just everything about Boomer made me smile, blush and giggle, but now I know I'm not his type.

Despite being related, me and Brat aren't that similar. Brat likes causing trouble, and getting everything she ever wanted. She's like the Anti-me; I'm sweet and cute, Brat's sexy and mean. It was obvious Boomer and her got a lot in common, and I sometimes wonder why I even dared to dream of him leaving her for me. What is it about me that Boomer liked? I'm nothing special.

Again, sighing quietly to myself, I wasn't aware of anything in front of me, for I had my head down, until I bumped into someone with a powerful chest.

"Whoops! I'm so sorry!" I started to apologize after falling on my bottom. I looked up to see who was I apologizing to, when my mouth dropped.

Standing in front of me, was a blond boy who's hair sorta reminded me of Boomer's hairstyle, except longer and more spiked. He had light, aqua blue eyes, was wearing a black graphic T-shirt, a pair of ripped jeans, and was wearing a spiked collar. Honestly, he was hot.

The mystery teenager looked at me and smirked.

"Brat? Is that you?" He asked, making me blink in confusion. How did he know about my cousin?

"Sorry, wrong girl. The name's Bubbles, Brat's cousin." The boy blinked in surprise and then smirked.

"Cousin, huh? She never even told me she had a cousin as fine as you." He said, eyeing roaming over my body, making me blush and giggle.

"T-thanks for the comment, but yeah, we're cousins." I said, laughing quietly before looking at the boy. "And who are you, may I ask?"

"I'm Brendon, a PowerPunk Boy." He said, cocky. I raise an eyebrow.

"PowerPunk Boy, huh? Well, I'm a PowerPuff Girl." I said with equal cockiness in my voice before giggling again. Brendon smirked again, eyes half-lidded.

"Ya know, Bubs, I think me and you will get along great." He said, which made me beam happily.

"You think?" He chuckled.

"I don't think," He said and then added in a low whisper, huskily. "I know."

(Buttercup's POV)

I was walking to my classroom alone, mumbling to myself with arms crossed against my chest.

"Stupid Butch," I mumbled, kicking invisible dirt. "Stupid Brute. Stupid everything!" I screamed out, highly upset with the circimstances.

It wasn't fair that Brute got Butch! I was the one he was supposed to be with! Everyone knows it! It was supposed to be me, ME, I tell you! I was everything Butch ever wanted and even though me and Brute likes the same things, do the same things, and baiscally act the same way, I was clearly the better choice. I had to be. Butch may have not been my first crush, but there was at least something between us, I just know it!

I am not afraid to admit that I had like Butch for a long time, but refuse to admit it out loud. Now look where we are.

Throughly annoyed with myself, Butch, and Brute, I kicked the nearest locker with my super strength, making a large dent in it.

"Stupid boy."

"Stupid girl." A voice said and I quickly turned around, ready to attack the person who, one, called me stupid, and two, for sneaking up on me.

What I was met with made me forget who I was and who may be watching.

Standing in front of me, was a black haired boy who's hair was wildly all over the place, but strangely enough, neat. He had swampy green eyes, was wearing a bright green leather jacket, a black shirt underneath, and a pair of ripped jeans. He also was wearing spiked bracelets.

"Who the hell are you?" I asked, glaring at him. The mystery boy was looking at me through half lidded eyes and smirked.

"Now, why should I tell you, after you called me a stupid boy?" He asked, and I couldn't help but blush. I had been so sure no one else had been in the hallway.

"Er, sorry. I was talking to myself out loud." I said, looking at the ground, feeling nervous. Why am I feeling like this? I only like Butch!

The Butch-lookalike grinned evilly.

"Do you always do that? And if not me, than who were you calling a stupid boy anyway?" He asked. I glared at him.

"None of your damn business!"

"Ouch, so harsh Butterfly." He said with a sadistic smirk on his face. I growled deeply in the back of my throat. This guy is really pissing me off!

"Don't call me that. Only my cousin calls me that, and she barely leaves our battles unscathed!" I yelled, and quickly regretted it. Great, now this guy is probably gonna stalk Brute or something.

"Cousin? You mean there's more of you?"

"Yes and she's just as feisty as me so I wouldn't recommend going after her. Besides, she's already in a relationship." I said, narrowing my eyes at him. The guy just grinned, raising an eyebrow.

"What's her name?"

"Why should I tell you?"

"You may never know, I could be her friend." He asked, and this time, I was the one raising an eyebrow.

"Friend?"

"Yeah."

"If you must know, her name is Brute." I said and when I got nothing in response, I looked at him and was shock to see a blank look on his face. Then, slowly, an evil, twisted, and just plain sadistic smile appeared.

"Alright then," He said as he began to walk away. "Thanks for letting me know."

"Wait, who are you?" I asked, making him pause in midstep. He turned back to me, evil smile gone and was replace with a sweet smile.

"Tell me your name first."

"Buttercup, now yours?"

"Ben. The name's Ben." The guy, Ben, said as he began to walk down the opposite way of the hall. "Oh, and by the way, Butterfly," As my inner self growled, I looked at the black haired teen, who was looking at me with a dead serious face. "Tell Brute and her sisters that the PowerPunk Boys are back in town, and ready for a rematch."

With that said, Ben left, leaving me confused.

PowerPunk Boys?