Chapter 2: A day in the life of Madam President
Blossom sighs and sits at the head of the long meeting room table along with the other student council members. They were deciding on what the best idea was to raise money for the school, she hears out all of their ideas and takes notes to see which idea sticks and which don't, she takes the list and reads down it "ok we have bake sale, candy run, raffle at the pep rally coming up next week and school fair, anyone got anything else?" A council member Tiffany raises her hand, and blossom smiles at her "yes Tiffany?"
Tiffany stands up and looks at everyone excitedly "I was over at the drama club the other day, and I got boomer jojo to agree to write a play for the school fair. We can charge people tickets to come see it and rank in even more money for the school". The other students clamor and discuss the idea amongst themselves.
Blossom frowns; she knew exactly why Tiffany wanted boomer to do the play. Yesterday, in the ladies room while everyone was in homeroom, Tiffany was missing. With Blossom's super sonic hearing she heard exactly how Tiffany managed to convince boomer to do the play. Her stomach turns as she remembers all the moaning and screaming and nickname calling of that day, she shakes her head to get rid of the memories before she throws up in her mouth "we already have a play going on, Tiffany".
Another council member, Joe raises his hand "yeah, one that's not even finished yet and I'm sure the actors would love to do one of boomers plays".
"Yeah blossom" Brittany says smiling at blossom "besides everyone loves Boomers plays, they're original and dramatic, we could bring in a lot of cash on ticket sales alone".
Blossom hated this, did these jerks forget that these are the Rowdyruff boys they are talking about, the same guys who killed a 5 year old girl only 6 years ago. Why is everyone acting like these guys are so great? She slumps in her chair and sighs "ok, fine, we will put it to a vote, all in favor of Mark Mendells play at the school fair raise your hand", Blossom and two others raise their hands, "ok and all in favor of …Boomer's play at the school fair". Five people enthusiastically raise their hands, and blossom wants to slap every last one of them, "figures" blossom thinks to herself. "Vote for the blue eyed freak who was arrested for murder of a young child, just because he banged half of you sluts in this room", Blossom rants in her head. However to everyone else, she simply nods "alright then, Boomers play it is, meeting adjourned". Everyone in the room is excited and talked about the days to come, Blossom on the other hand gets a headache, it was her duty as student council president to give boomer the ok to do the play. That means she will have to go find him and talk to him, "there goes my stomach again", she actually felt like hurling at the idea of it, but what the students want the students get.
She gets up and walks out of the room "ok, I just have to go up to him and let him know about the play. This will only take a few seconds in and a few seconds out, tops". She has chemistry with him in the next period, before class starts she could talk to him then. She goes down the hall and gets to Chemistry class; she sees not only Brick, but Boomer as well sitting in the back by himself. Brick was tilting his chair back and zoning out, staring at the ceiling. As for boomer, the blond was reading his chemistry book; Blossom rolls her eyes "as if you can even understand what you're reading". She approaches him and he looks up at her with an unreadable expression on his face. The discomfort on her face was plain as day, so Boomer smirks a little at her and goes back to reading his book. Blossom sighs "you can probably guess why I'm here, your little girlfriend pushed the idea for you to do the play".
Boomer eyes were hidden by his long bangs, so she couldn't see his expression. He had a short hair cut but his bangs were long and bleached till his hair almost looked white. He still doesn't answer her right away and turns another page in his textbook. He then reaches into his book bag and breaks out the yellow highlighter "this test tomorrow is going to be hard". He highlights a few sentences in the book "we done here?"
Blossom glares at him "would it kill you to look me in the eye when you are addressing me?"
Boomer looks up at her for a moment, his dark blue eyes still cover a little through his bangs and smiles at her brightly while gazing into her eyes "Fuck off you cunt", Brick can be heard snickering in the background.
Blossom turns red in the face a little as pure anger wells up inside of her "I want your "masterpiece" on my desk by this Friday, or you're not doing the play". She walks away from him "just walk away blossom, you're better then them, just walk away", she imagined herself punching Boomers head through a wall. Chemistry class continued on as usual without a hitch, blossom packs up her stuff in her book bag. She walks out of the class room and down the hall to her next class; she then walks pass the men's room and stops in her tracks. Her advanced sense of smell causes her to turn to the men's room and she charges inside, not caring who sees her. She heads straight for the stall that she smells the smoke from and opens it, her eyes widen when she sees who is in there "Mitch?"
Mitch looks up at her from his crack pipe like a deer in the headlights "oh shit".
"YOU'RE DOING DRUGS?" Blossom explodes on him "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa dude, just be cool ok?" Mitch says with a half lidded expression on his face "I need the both of you to just relax". He teeters to the side and drops to the floor, flashing in and out of consciousness.
Blossom freaks out a little "MITCH", she kneels down and cradles his head "Mitch, open your eyes".
Mitch coughs and smiles at her lazily "this….is…some good shit".
Blossom takes the crack pipe out of his hand and smashes it on the floor "what the hell are you doing with this stuff anyway?" She looks down to see Mitch unconscious "Mitch wake up, I need to know where you got the crack from".
"N….nah, dat…..guy…" Mitch's drifts in and out of consciousness, "dat guy…., hey is he like your brother?" He laughs uncontrollably "man he looks like …you…in boy form", He promptly passes out again.
Blossom growls in frustration and lifts him up, she then zooms out of the bathroom and directly to the nurse's office. She comes in through the door with Mitch slung over her shoulder and looks over at the stunned nurse "do you have a bed available?" The nurse nods and leads her to the rest stations and she puts him in the bed.
The nurse tends to him and opens his eyelids seeing that his eyes have turned up into his head "My god, this young man is under the influence. What happened?"
Blossom thinks for a moment, then remembers what Mitch said to him and instead sees red "I have a pretty good idea, I'll be back to check on him". She zooms out of the office and charges down the hall, peeking into every single classroom along the way. She didn't care anymore about protocol, she was going to get brick, interrogate him and find his supply, even if it meant breaking every last bone in his powerless body. She gets impatient and uses her X-ray vision to scan the walls of the hallway; she then notices someone in the boy's locker room "got you". She zooms over to the boy's locker room and charges in "BRICK, WHERE ARE YOU?" She looks around some more in the empty locker room and walks towards the showers "I KNOW YOU'RE IN HERE, you're not getting away that easily". She stands at the entrance of the shower room seeing the naked body of a teenage boy "I want answers and I want them now….." she stops and takes a closer look at the naked body standing in front of her, but it's not brick.
Butch turns to her looking at her confused, he had just turned off the shower so his soaked shoulder length black hair was plastered to his face. His long wet bangs fall over his deep dark green eyes as he peers at her, his wet body glistening in the light of the room as he stands there waiting for Blossom to say something. He then walks towards her and blossom stiffens, she couldn't move, couldn't stop looking at his chiseled body. His rock hard abs, his chiseled arms, his broad chest, all of that was well within her view, she freaks out and jerks a little away as he leans forward a bit took close for her comfort. He grabs the towel next to her and glares at her "you painting a fucking portrait, red?"
"OH MY GOD" Blossom turns quickly blushing furiously and absolutely mortified "I'm so sorry Butch,…I ….I…. was just looking for Brick" she tries her best to advert her eyes as butch walks past her and to his locker "um could you put something on?"
"UM could you get the fuck out of the boys locker room? ", Butches glare turns into a smirk "and stop scoping my junk".
"I'm not scoping yo…" Blossom looks directly at his penis and instantly jumps a few feet away from him "oh god, ok I'm going". She puts her hand over her eyes and blindly heads in the opposite direction of him, then runs into something hard "ok, that was a locker, o…ok, I just need to get to the door".
Butch rolls his eyes and wraps the towel around his waist, then goes over to her and takes her hand leading her to the door "there". He then walks away from her.
Blossom blushes, totally and completely embarrassed "um…thanks".
"Whatever" butch says glancing over at her, she feels around for the door handle and stumbles out, Butch shakes his head and chuckles a little "weirdo". He dries himself and looks back at the door where Blossom just exited from.
Blossom leans against the door and pants, she has never been so embarrassed before in her life. She walks down the hallway hoping to find a hole to crawl into, when someone comes up to her from the side, she completely doesn't even hear the other person and starts blabbering "I DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING, I WASN'T IN THERE".
"Madam President?" it was Tiffany who looks at her confused "what are you talking about?"
"Nothing, nothing" Blossom says hurriedly "uh never mind is there something you need?"
"You missed Geometry class" Tiffany says.
Blossom sighs "I know, I was just…..I…was….god what the hell was I doing again?" she growls in frustration and walks past Tiffany "forget it". The Brick situation was going to have to wait; she no longer has the time to devote to searching for him. This has been thee most stressful morning of her life, and she hasn't even had lunch yet.