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September 3, 2014 - 7:55 a.m. Townsville High (The Elite Steps)
Boomer was just sitting there with the rest of the Brick's friends. They acknowledged him occasionally, but they mostly just couldn't stop staring at him. The Six continued to stare at him too, in fact everyone was staring at him now that he looked around. He noticed that Bethany, Paige, and Hannah had gotten up from their table and began walking to class, leaving Katie, AnnaLeigh, and Bubbles. They seemed to be having a discussion about something, but still looking at him. The bell then rang.
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10:20 a.m. Townsville High (3rd Period)
The day had been different for Boomer, more people have talked to him today than in his entire life. It was even just the elites, people who weren't even that high on the social ladder decided to talk to him, like buying a stock before it skyrockets as Brick put it.
Boomer took his seat in the room, then Bubbles walked in. She was wearing black Keds, black yoga pants, and a light blue tank top with her hair in a high pony tail. Absolutely stunning, not the privileged stunning that she normally looked, but a stunning that basically said her alarm didn't go off this morning.
"Boomer right?" Bubbles interrupted his fantasy of herself as she spoke to Boomer.
It took him a while to get over his own words, "Yeah, you- Bubbles, you're Bubbles." he was finally able to spit out. Congratulations Boomer you were able to say her name.
"Yes, that's me." Bubbles replied with a small smile on her face, and her light blue eyes shimmering from the sunlight. "So, question for you… actually a couple of questions if you don't mind." she said while flashing a large smile with her pearly whites as sort of a guarantee that she could get him to answer the questions.
"Yeah, sure." Boomer answered nervously. Shit, she's going to ask me what the hell I'm doing. It's over, before it hardly even started.
"Why don't you talk more?" she asked much to Boomer's surprise. "I mean like, I really don't see you talk to anyone, so how did you, Brick and Butch become friends?"
This is it Boomer, don't say anything to blow your cover. You have to be prepared with the perfect answer. "Well I don't normally find anyone interesting enough to talk to." Boomer answered with a more confident tone than usual.
She squinted her eyes, then smiled. "Definitely not the answer I was expecting, do I not seem interesting to you?" Bubbles added with a small giggle.
"Well to be fair, this is the first class we've ever had together, and you are Bubbles Sinclair." Boomer replied.
"And just what do mean by that?" She said in a slightly baffled tone.
"I don't mean it in a bad way, everyone thinks of me as the freak who never talks to anyone, so why would you even want to associate with me?" Boomer replied with honesty.
She smiled, not her popular, can get away with anything smile; a smile that seemed genuine. The bell then rang and Ms. Handrick started talking. "Just for the record, I never thought of you as a freak, sometimes I wish I could keep to myself too." Bubbles said in a hushed tone, and then turned around to face the front.
"Now class," Ms. Handrick started explaining the assignment, "I know it's only Wednesday, but it's time for the first assignment! It will be due on Monday, and I would just like a short little poem, it doesn't have to rhyme but it has to relate to you in some way. You can be sarcastic, angry, you can even speak in third person about something or someone, it's completely up to you! The only thing it, your last two to three words must completely explain the tone of it all. Now get to work!" she finished explaining and went back to her desk.
The room started working; from not talking to people for multiple years, Boomer had gotten pretty good a reading people. He obviously didn't know their actual stories, but he could get a decent idea just from observing. He could already tell that Melissa would probably write about her friend that took her own life last year, he knew this by the way her eyes were glistening and the way she was clenching her mouth. He could tell that Andrew, the "most likely to break down" would probably write about that. He was writing slowly, looking around the room, making eye contact with every person that looked at him.
Guaranteed, he could see Bubbles' face right now, but even when he could he still couldn't figure her out. He would spend lengthy amounts of time wondering what she was all about. Since they had actually spoken now, he figured he'd at least get an idea.
"Hey," Boomer said in a hushed tone and poked Bubbles' shoulder. She peeked over her shoulder, smiled and raised an eye brow. "What are you writing about?" he asked.
"My mom, or my family, how it was really." she replied. Her smile faded and she looked down at the floor. She looks really sad, I didn't really know much about her family. We went to different middle schools, so anything before freshman year I really didn't know. All I knew is that she lived with her dad.
"I didn't know your parents were divorced, that's rough." Boomer said in attempt to sympathize with her.
She gave him a quizzical look and then said, "My parents aren't divorced."
"Oh I'm sorry, I just thought that you lived with only your dad." Boomer replied apologetically.
"I do only live with my dad." She responded, "My mom died about five years ago." Then she turned around.
Way to fucking go Boomer. You just pissed her off and were completely insensitive about it. "I'm sorry, I didn't know. You can talk to me sometime if you like." Boomer said. She didn't respond.
The period continued agonizingly slowly. The bell then rang. Bubbles picked up her stuff quickly, then placed a piece of paper on his desk. It read: Call me whenever and then had her number.
What just happened?
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2:44 p.m. Townsville High (8th Period)
"You got her fucking number?" Butch said in complete excitement. "This is a huge step! Like a really big step! You should ask her to hang out!"
"Why the hell is he so excited?" Buttercup questioned the group.
"I have no idea." Brick said, "How did you even get her number exactly?" he asked
"Well we were talking and then I didn't know her mom died, she got pissed, I apologized, and then she just gave me her number I mean I really don't know." Boomer replied.
"Wait, you didn't know her mom died? You really go out of your way to not talk to people." Blossom added to the conversation.
"No I didn't okay? I felt like such a dick for not knowing though." Boomer said while putting his head on his desk.
"So do you wanna know?" Brick then asked him. He received a confused look from Boomer. "Do you wanna how her mom died?" Brick clarified.
"I guess I should catch up on my Bubbles trivia so that I don't offend her everyday." Boomer confirmed.
"Overdose about, I want to say like five years ago. Painkillers." Brick stated.
"That sounds terrible, was she depressed?" Boomer asked in curiosity.
"No actually, they were the perfect family. Everyone thinks that she did it to get rid of a migraine that she supposedly had that day. Bubbles found her though." Brick finished.
"What? She found her?" Boomer asked in shock.
"Yeah," Buttercup chimed in, "I remember her not coming to school for like two months."
"Well thanks guys, now I feel like the biggest dick in the fucking school." Boomer said, followed by a heavy sigh.
"Getting off this happy topic, how were you treated today Boomer?" Blossom asked while bringing out the video camera to start filming.
"I guess it was fine, more people talked to me that's for sure." Boomer replied.
"And is it possible that you got the phone number of one Bubbles Sinclair?" Blossom asked.
"It is very possible, but she is definitely not what I expected. She's kind of way more intimidating than I thought she would be, but way more down to earth now that I've actually talked to her." Boomer replied.
Blossom smiled and closed the camera. "That was actually really cute." she said with a large smile.
"So Boomer," Butch interjected, "Tomorrow you are flying solo. No walking in with me or Brick. You need to walk onto the steps all on your own."
"Great," Boomer replied, "Absolutely perfect."
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So sorry that this chapter isn't as top notch as I led it up to be. But I've just been really busy with school and stuff and I just want to give you guys something! Next chapter will be better I promise! Thank you so much for reading and please review!
