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Chapter two: Mr. Bright oblivious Side

He was someone I simply couldn't understand. His blood shot eyes, his curling lips, and mid-length choppy hair, with a baseball cap to cover it. At times he looked as innocent as a child, but was filled with devilish thoughts, while other times you could sense he was actually trying not to cause too much trouble. There was something pertinaciously good about him, but I couldn't look past his devious smile.

Brick sat there, and listened to the teacher, noting her every word, and this was what was most confusing to me. Thriving to make the world his own, or trying to fit in it, he couldn't help but show his intelligence. Out of all of the things he is, the last you'd believe is a genius. So as he sits there, calm, cool, and collected, I'm seriously on edge, biting my nails till their numb! He's somehow manages to cause me anxiety, just by being near me! He doesn't have to do anything, and suddenly I'm more apprehensive than ever before. I simply can't understand him, no matter what I do. Brick Jojo is the one man that can truly drive me insan-

"Blossom, you'll be paired with Brick."

Explosion.

"What?" I shouted, hopping out of my seat, causing everyone to stare at me. Glancing around, I realized the disruption I caused, and slowly sat back down. "I mean, Mrs. McBilum, can't you tell that I hat-…or that we…don't do projects well together!" I bit me tongue, unable to utter such a horrible word.

Adjusting her glasses on her face, she peered over at me, "Is that so? Then tell me, why is it that you to always seem to be partnered with him?" she questioned, and as I was about to solve her misinterpretation, she went on. "And why is it that when you two are partnered, you never received less than a B plus?"

Adding this, I found that there was no sensible fight left to be had, all when I still had reason as to why there should be. My answer…we were both born with the genius genetic. So by putting my foot in my mouth once again, after getting all riled up, I sighed, and let it be. "Yes, Mrs. McBilum, sorry to question your decision," I mumbled, feeling Bricks arrogance from there to here. As if it were up to me anymore, and that was the second most enjoyable thing to him. When I had no charge over the matter. This was pure disappointment.

"Very well then, Blossom, please grab a spot next to him, so I can finish calling out pairings."

Shoulders slump, and eyes dreary, I collected my things and moved across the room. Approaching him, Brick pulled out my chair, mocking the style of an actual gentleman. Rolling my eyes, I leisurely sat down. "Thanks," I acknowledged his attempt to a somewhat kind deed, but truthfully ridiculed it. I'll begin treating him with respect, as soon as he does for me, but I couldn't order him to. It wouldn't be the same, and even if I did, I'm well aware that he does not react kindly to commands.

"You're very welcome."

Winking at me, I rolled my eyes another set over, and turned as far in the opposite direction as I could, practically falling out of my seat. The sooner these forty five minutes were up, the better. Being as today was Thursday, we were going to be given a project to work on, to finish over the weekend, like the schedule planned every other week, but if god is my witness, I vow that we will not be completing the assignment at my, or his home, ever again! I refuse to make that same mistake a second time, being as they lived in a dump! I can still smell that unknown stench, so therefore I'm not going to allow him to make my home that disgusting. We'll do it in the school library, if that is the case, but not tonight.

I work my part-time job, at the museum of modern art on Wednesdays and Thursdays, and I need that money to buy a new laptop, since Buttercup thought it was a good idea to take her rage out, by stomping on it repeatedly! Well, things will come together sooner or later, and if they don't then I'll just have to persuade the world to make them. The job wasn't bad though. While I just worked the ticket booth, when there were meetings, I got to appreciate all the art.

"Today, students, we will quickly review pervious lessons, in order for your preparation for the project I am going to give you. Depending on how long it takes to review, I will try to allow you to begin your work at the end of class, or until the bell rings, but now we'll get right into last nights homework, and soon move on," she began, asking our attention to be turned towards the board. Pointing to a picture that was posted on the board, she outlined the triangular shape. "Each figure is shown in miniature form. I'd asked you to draw each figures full size, using the scale indicated on the lines provided, given as your homework. Please pull out this sheet, and we'll go over the answers quickly."

Opening my hot pink binder, I slipped out the paper that was kept in the pocket, and placed it on the desk, in front of me. Continuing to listen, as we were required, I didn't noticed Brick peering over, trying to get me to respond. Finally, when he tapped on my back, I realized he needed my assistance. "What?" I barked, quietly.

"I forgot to do it."

"Do what?"

Gesturing to my homework, I identified his predicament, but wasn't sure what he wanted me to do about it. "So? That's your own fault, I can't help you!"

Turning back in the teacher's direction, I flinched when his chin nearly rested on my shoulder, as he whispered, "Let me copy off of you."

Jolting around, my stare was stern. This was so like him. Being all powerful, thinking he's in control of everything, and then when he makes a mistake he asks me for help! I wasn't going to cheat, that is wrong, and he should see just how wrong it is. There was nothing in my power that I could do, so what should I do? I should just tell him, no, and get on with my life. No situation like this should need so much thought! It was irrelevant to my condition. "No. I can't help you. You shouldn't have forgotten."

"Aww, come on, Blossy. If you let my copy off of you, I'll give you a nice, relaxing backrub."

Bribing me now, as well? All just because he forgot to do his homework? That's pretty ridiculous. "You are absolutely the last person on this planet I would ever want to give me a backrub! The architects scale is 3/8", and that equals 2' – 0"! You know the degrees, you know square inches, and you can do the math. That is all I can help you with! Figure the rest out on your own, please," I spoke, a little too loudly. Crouching down, hoping Mrs. McBilum didn't hear, it seemed a pretty far-fetched hope.

"Blossom, is there something you would like to add to the equations, or would you rather go to the principal?" She stood there, without looking me, while asking a humiliating, and rhetorical question. She was well aware of my bad behavior, and if I got into any sort of trouble, you better believe that it isn't my fault. It is Brick's!

Lowering my head in shame, I muttered, "No. Sorry." This was the last straw. He's embarrassed me hundreds of times, and I wasn't going to put up with any more of his shenanigans for the rest of the day! Tomorrow is a different story, nevertheless. Set in mind, my goal of ignoring him until three P.M, I planned on doing nothing but what I was supposed to, and that was listen for further instructions. However, a part of this was immediately broken when I looked over at the Ruff.

He had his homework, completed, and out, ready to be checked. Did he truly finish in such a short period of time? That is impossible! "Hey…how did you get done so quickly?" I snooped, noticing that his was identical to mine, so consequently probably correct.

Leaning back in his chair, he snickered at me. "Oh, that? Ha, I did it this morning before leaving for school. Took about five minutes, hmmph, pretty damn easy if you ask me, I was just trying to see how far you'd willingly go to help out your favorite pal," he scuffed, resting his arms behind his neck, so that he was in a more comfortable learning position, taking up almost all of the leg room underneath. "Gotta say though, I'm not so sure I'd consider you a bestie anymore, girlfriend," Brick taunted the female language.

Steam boiled through my skin, as I crossed my arms over my chest. Blowing a strand of hair away from my cheek, I pouted. If there was one thing I could despise more than anything else, then it would defiantly be a liar. He's the most catastrophic , despicable person that has, and will ever exist, - ever! The end. Humanity is gone. Yet, it was not over, as he commented on one last thing, "Oh, and by the way, it equals 1' – 0". Just a heads up, sweetheart, so you might want to recalculate your design before the teach' collects our papers. Kay?"

I was yearning to ask, 'what the hell is wrong with you? Do you think you own the universe? Have you brushed your hair lately? Did you know, that if there was something stuck in your teeth that I'd point it out, and laugh in your face?' But instead: "Just because my comebacks suck, doesn't mean I don't hate you."

"Well aware, dearest."

It was a simple enough problem, how could I get it wrong? He's just toying with me, trying to make me think I'm some sort of idiot so I'll check my work, and embarrass me all the more. Though, I could not overcome my desire to know, so I made an attempt to read my answers, without moving in my seat. Scanning over, the words were blurry from this angle, but I at least located it, near the bottom, but it still didn't help with my perception ability. So I wondered, maybe if I just scoot in a little more, he won't notice. Inching my way closer, finally it came in sight, but I already felt his eyes watching me, yet, that was hardly the problem. "Dammit."

"It's not so bad. Just because you can't even answer a mere diplomatic drafting question, doesn't mean you're going to flunk. Look at the bright side, perhaps they will slide you off with a B," he smiled, acting as if he was boosting my mood. After a second passed, and it was silent between us, he coughed, "Doubt it."

Squeezing the pencil in my hand, I swear I could break it, but if I did, then I'd have to make up an excuse to get another. Instead, I slowly released my anger, glad to see that in order for him to pass too, he'd have to pay attention to the teacher, quietly.

Being as I had missed the entire review of our homework, in which I would of much rather found out my answer was ironically incorrect from her instead, she'd now moved on to something new, as we passed our homework to the front. Holding mine flat, I reached over to grab Bricks, but he stopped me in the act. "Who said you got to collect the papers?" I couldn't imagine, at the time, what the point in his wondering was. There was no reason to ask, so I really didn't have anything to reply with.

Biting my lip, I urged, "Um, no one, I was just going to take it and hand it over to Heather." I directed this towards the girl that sat in front of us.

"Well, what if I wanted to hand it to Heather?"

"Are we actually having this conversation?" I peered around, curious as to if he was even speaking such childish things to me. "I don't care who passes it to Heather, I was just trying to move things along quickly, and give it to her myself. Go ahead, you give it to her, if that's what floats your boat! God," I huffed, shifting my homework over to him.

Relaxed, he snorted, seeing how easily I gave him the task to complete, he was no longer interested. "Nah, I'm good. You can give it to her."

I literately wanted to slap myself across the face and him across the face, at the same time. You'd think that I'd be used to this by now, but no amount of weeks, months, or years could help prepare you for the words he was going to dish out. There was just no way, it was a complete shock, whenever, wherever. Brick was the type of person that could make the simplest things, an utter and complete maze through the stars. "Fine. Okay. Whatever pleases you. Just as it was before…could've just given it to her in the fir…" I trailed off, slowly speaking lower and lower as I went along. But, honestly I should have given it to her in the first place, instead of going in circles.

Once this disastrous chore was accomplished, Mrs. McBilum was rewarded with the opportunity to further educate us. "So, now then, into other recent studies, and this will be applied to your assignment at the end of class. Thin lead mechanical pencils are available with two main lead diameters, and they are .5 millimeter, which is used for guide lines, and construction lines, and .9 millimeters, which is used for darkening thick object lines. What is the softest drafting pencil used?"

Her question was easy, something we learned nearly at the beginning of the year, and on fast impulses, I raised my hand. "6h lead whi-."

"Which is the .5 millimeter lead, as spoken before," Brick cut me off, perfecting my answer.

As I sneered over at him, drowning in his cocky attitude, the teacher congratulated his obvious study habits. "Very good, thank you Brick, but I'd like to call on you, before speaking," she reminded, however it didn't seem to affect him in the slightest. He was going to talk, when he had something to say, and there was nothing that could stop him. He had little, to no self-control, or he did, and he just didn't care to use it. Yes, the typical male in my school. Little, or no self-control, with total self-satisfaction.

"Keeping in mind, a line drawn with a long section, short dash, and another long section is the center axis of a hidden cylinder, which the 6h lead, would be used to outline. While the half-moon protractor is divided into 270 degrees, it helps determine the degrees of a titling angle. So say a civil engineer is working on a bridge design, what tool would he mostly rely on?" Though, she was about to answer the question herself, which everyone realized when she picked up the dry erase marker, and began to draw, Brick decided to show his intelligence.

He exhaled, finding this to be all too easy, "An engineering scale. I've forgotten why I'm even taking this class."

Well that is a good sign. Maybe if things get boring enough for him, he will decide to change electives, and get out of my hair! He could sail away to a new dimension where everything is so complicated, that his influential thought would be used, since he is so incredibly smart, I teased him inside my head. Complicated…he'll fit in well there. If only dreams really did come true.

Sketching a picture of the instrument, she answered, "Simply an engineering scale." Of course. He's always right. "Some traditional board drafters preferred the drafting machine over the parallel straight edge because it could be used without the need for a triangle. All of these tools you will need to use in order to pass the project I am going to tell you about. Okay, let's look at something new. In order to convert fractional inches into decimal inches we divide the numerator by the denominator," she gave a demonstration, marking 3.4, then so on. "And there you have it, 6.80."

Many other things were taught, or repeated from earlier in the year, refreshing our brains, which was essential, we learned, from what she was about to say. Well over half of our class time was over, which relived me, but more anxiety was crammed into my system, when she informed, "I'm happy to see that most of you do recall our pervious lessons…Brick and Blossom," she acknowledged our good memory, "Because the project I am about to reveal will count for twenty five percent of your final grade. I am aware that this project is going to take over four weeks to complete, so that is why for the rest of the year, we will be wrapping it up with minimum studies, and mainly focusing on getting this done."

The percentage was a highly important quarter, and I was stuck with that doofus for the rest of the year, by force! No matter what I did, I couldn't escape him. We were a permanent package, with no way to break through the box. It was tied with a ribbon, and shipped to whatever freakish land he came from. Explosion, explosion, explosion! This was unacceptable. Someone up there must really hate me. Raising my hand, I asked, "So does this mean that I am going to be…bonding with Brick…pretty much till the end of the year?"

"Yes, it does. That isn't a problem is it, Ms. Utonium?"

The thought of switching did cross my mind, but that is impolite, no matter how much I don't like him. I'll be fine, just as long as he does his fair share, I'm happy, because he isn't as challenged as his brothers in school. "No…ma'am. I was just curious." Able to get away without extending this conversation from my carful wording, she went on to reveal the project.

"Since my last students enjoyed the thought of this assignment so much, I'm going to try it a second time. The project is to come up with a blueprint of your own development. It can be anything you want. A football stadium," she said, pulling down a blueprint one of her students made last year. "It could be of a movie theater, even a parking lot. The options are endless, but I do have a few rules," she confessed, then pulling down a short list, over the stadium. "It cannot be a pervious design you drew this year. It cannot be a blueprint that was printed off the internet. That would be stealing an idea that was already adopted. You should be able to fit the design on a piece of velum paper, as that is the biggest width of paper the blue print machine can withstand, but length doesn't matter. If your design is longer in width than in height, you can turn the paper to its side. Also it cannot be a place that contains inappropriate behavior. Such as bars, dance clubs, or lounges."

Her rules were simple enough, so after she finished her argument, she laid out the utensils we did not have in our kits, so we could get an early start. "The due date is set for June first, which leaves us two weeks till summer break, when you will be taking you're final exam. I'm sure that you are not going to want this development to interfere with your studying, which is why we are hosting it so early on. If any of you happen to come up with an idea, by the time class it out…which is in ten minutes, then you can go ahead and get the things you need to create your blueprint. Please, commence brainstorming."

The impression did seem fun, but when the thought soared around, there was no way to look past Brick. It was obvious that whatever his idea was, that I wasn't going to have a say in the outcome. There was no sense in arguing with him. I don't see the point in yelling, and screaming at the top of my lungs for hours, like he does, so really there was no way out. Yet, that wasn't even the worst part. The worst part was that I'm sure his idea wasn't going to be ideal to me, in any shape or form. It was going to be a displeasing, and awkward month.

"So…don't you think that we should design something, I don't know, perhaps like a skating rink, or playground for children? That seems pretty original," I splurged out a few quick thoughts, hoping that it would influence him to pick something I might enjoy.

Assuming a new position, oppose to his other, he swirled his chair around on it's right, back leg, in a fast motion, and faced me. "You don't want to do something like a hair salon, or beauty parlor?" he inquired, seeing me as a figure that was mortified with girlish thoughts, such a unicorns and rainbows.

"Not as long as you don't want to make a football stadium, or boy's locker room. I was thinking something a bit more chic, but nothing too –"

"Please, enough with your chatter. Let's just do something so incredibly simple, but inexplicably brilliant, that involves as little effort as possible. Such as a bowling alley, because all you need is various lanes, pin set ups, and horizontal flooring. The electrical work is simple, since the only thing required would be a score board, and overheads. Let's just map out a corner, fill it with profligate shit, stamp and name, and get an 'A' for creativity, doll face. We're done."

I did admire his creativity, but the simple plot wasn't the point. It was about learning something, and because he clearly was well educated with how to deceive, he wouldn't be learning a thing. "That just sounds like a total extravagant mess, while on the upper hand it is kinda a good idea…which I will end up killing myself for saying that later, it is still not the kind of project I was looking for."

"Well what kind of eccentric project were you looking for, it not being a hair salon?"

"I just told you! A skating rink or a playground! Do you listen to anything anyone else says, besides yourself?" I raged, throwing my arms in the air.

"If that were the case, then how do you think I'd come to know you're a stuck up, little rich girl?"

"Stuck up? Rich girl? My father is a great scientist because he makes great inventions! He's absolutely brilliant, not that you'd know anything about that, or you would…mockingly too well! Besides, he's – this isn't even any of your business, anyway! What my family does is my personal information," I blurted, realizing that there was no need for a fight as useless as this one. I should not be shouted things out, as if he had to know my situation at home. This was outrageous already! How has the teacher not noticed how awfully we work together?

Growling under his breath, he tried to stay nonchalant, "Fine, whatever. As if I gave a rat's ass in the beginning."

"See! This is exactly how I knew this was going to go! And you just sit there, as if you are amused with it! That's how I've come to know that you are an over achieving, ill hearted, cold souled boy, who stole everything he ever owned, since birth."

With all this aggression, I hadn't noticed how much time slipped away, so just before he spoke, the bell rung. Listening to the echoing sound, Brick jeered, "You're right. Why sit here and be put through hell?" Shoving himself out of his seat, and grabbing everything he had brought in, he continued to be nonchalant. Once the man was heading for the door, it was too late for my instinct to interfere, so I just sat there like a moron, and watched. It was sort of like I was this helpless kindergartener, betrayed and worried.

Beginning to think, nonetheless, that this was a good thing, and that he was finally gone, the bliss lasted for all of a couple of seconds. What I believed was my happiness, turned out to be a nightmare, and it was all because of him, just like everything else good in my life gone wrong! Jolting up, I collected my things, and rushed after him. I wasn't going to be able to get this done on my own, and we didn't even have the slightest assumption as to what we were going to do for the assignment. This was the worst dream that anyone could think up. Anyone with an idiot that clings to their every move, at least. It wasn't fair. Out of all the girls in the entire school, how did I end up being his dummy?

"Brick! Brick! Where are you? Brick? Come on, Brick, we need to…I need you to help me. Okay? I need you…" I'll probably end up killing myself later, for saying that too.

"Okay, sush, sush, you are embarrassing me, Blossy," he snickered from behind me. Jumping back, out of pure shock, he had been waiting outside the classroom for me, this entire time. "You're so needy."

"Wha- wher- who? What are you doing standing there? We need to come up with an idea now, so that we can start working on it, asap."

"I was waiting for you, sweetie, and by that tone of voice, I am guessing that we are excluding the idea of a bowling alley? I'm sure as hell ain't making no layout for a children's playground. Not as long as we can't incorporate a booze shop, so I can drown out the noise with a drunken functioning brain," he joked, but lacked expression, which gave me the impression that he wasn't kidding.

Annoyed, I hissed, "I'm not excluding that idea, I'm just curious as to see if we can't come up with something better. Look, I've got to work at the Museum of Modern Art's as soon as school is out, so I can't help tonight. We need to decide over lunch… oh, no wait, darn, that isn't good. I promised I would talk with Trisha. Aw, geez, I don't know what to do."

Annoyed, just as much as I was, Brick was not in the mood for this. "Hey, Blossy, as much as I give a shit about your girlie dilemma's, I don't give a shit. Skip out on work, or on your friend. However it goes, just choose. We can't do it this weekend either, I got a party to attend in Townsville, Friday. Then I got janitor duty Saturday and Sunday at the corner store, since I broke their window with my brother's head."

"You broke a window with your brother's head?" I cocked my eyebrow.

Peering down at me, he reminded, "Super strength. Really just be like knocking you over the head with a textbook."

"Ouch?"

Laughing, he began to walk towards the cafeteria. "I'm pretty sure he's used to it by now," Brick confirmed. Stereotypes. He's got one. I've got one. But his was troubling me.

For those of you wondering where I got this drafting information, I, myself are taking a class just as they are, and passing with flying colors! ...Errr, I am passing well enough to get by without this chapter being total bullcrap! Heehee.

Updates coming soon. Btw, if you have any good ideas for the story, please let me know :) I have an idea where I'm taking it, but still somewhat clueless...for those of you who asked, I might be throwing some blue and green in there...doubt it though, unless I am over ruled by popular demand ! So if you want some of that lovey dovey BubblesxBoomer ButtercupxButch stuff, speak now or forever gold ur peace! If five people comment they do, then I will =P Since I love my readers so much.

Kay, that is it! Bye, bye for now .