I do not own the Power Puff Girls or the Rowdy Ruff Boys
Chapter Three: Bitter Reunions
Butch stalked into his second period class and sat at the desk closest to the back. He propped his feet up on the desk and put his hands behind his head and he leaned back with his hood covering the upper half of his face. He really didn't want to be here, and to make it worse, he was back in his homeroom class with that prick of a teacher. It made his skin itchy just thinking about it.
As he was scratching his neck, he didn't notice that more students were coming into the classroom. He wouldn't have paid attention except for the itchy feeling growing stronger when two students, a boy and a girl walked in. The boy was a brown haired freckled punk with braces and a frog like voice. The girl, when Butch glanced at her, was wearing black and green and had an attitude that said she was tough.
She's kind of hot, he thought to himself. As he took in her messy black hair and leaf green eyes. I wonder if that's her boyfriend.
"I still can't believe that you're here, BC." Mitch said as he and Buttercup sat towards the back of the classroom, not noticing the green eyed teen stare at them.
"I know. Blossom and the professor had a bargain. If we all passed with B's or higher, then we would get to come to Pokey Oaks." Buttercup said, while scratching the back of her head. She'd been feeling twitchy all morning, a constant tingle in her body. It made her edgy and she didn't like that.
Butch froze at the name Blossom. There was only one person he knew with the name of Blossom. So if this girl knew Blossom and had green eyes and black hair, then there was a very good chance of this girl not five feet away from him being Buttercup. He stared at the girl, waiting for the guy beside her to call out her name.
"You study? I don't believe it." Mitch laughed as he leaned back in his chair.
"Yeah, I studied. Studied until my brain just about burst and fell out of my ears." Buttercup laughed.
"Who'd have expected that from you?" Mitch said, feeling a stare boring into their side. Turning his head, he finally noticed that they weren't alone at the back of the classroom. "What are you looking at?" he said, putting on a scowl he hoped was menacing.
Butch tore his eyes away from Buttercup who looked at him confused to the guy sitting beside her. He saw mild challenge in his eyes and easily accepted. "Not your ugly mug, Metal Mouth."
"Whatever." Mitch scoffed and turned back to Buttercup. "Who is that clown?"
Buttercup stared at the hoodie wearing teen and felt her skin tingled strongly. "I don't know, probably some loser with a bad attitude. Just ignore him, Mitch." That was easier said than done, considering that guy was staring at her, and not at Mitch.
"Hmm, so Buttercup, you thinking about doing any sports?" Mitch asked her.
Butch sucked in a deep breath at the confirmed name of the girl. "Shit." He mumbled under his breath.
"Nah, I'd have to wear this bracelet that makes me as strong as your average human. But it gives me a headache after a while."
"Pity, the school would go to state with you on the team."
The bell for second period to start rang out. "All right everyone, come on in." The man-child teacher said. After a few more seconds, he closed the door. "Cool, we have everyone here?" he glanced toward the back and smiled. "Well, if it isn't my friend from homeroom."
Butch growled lowly under his breath. He was about to be teased by this prick and he didn't like it. Also, he hoped the teacher didn't call out his name, otherwise Buttercup would know who he was. Plus if he did anything to land himself in detention, Boomer would get five bucks off his behalf.
"Would you be so kind as to take your hood off?" he asked, a hint of mischief in his eyes.
Butch took one look at Buttercup and hoped that she wouldn't recognize him without his hood. Resigned to his fate, he let the cards play out and pulled off his hood.
Buttercup stared at the hooded teen sans his hood and had to catch her breath. He was rugged handsome with a Mohawk and dark green eyes, but he set something off with her instincts. She didn't know what it was, but it made her uneasy.
"Now, time to call the roll." He took out his sheet of names and began down the list. Butch held his breath as the teacher called out everyone in class.
His name was soon to be called and that meant that his identity would be revealed to Buttercup that much sooner. Therefore it came as a surprise when the teacher only referred to him as "His hoodie wearing friend". He thought it strange, but was glad to have a bit of peace for a while longer.
Finally he called the last name on his roll sheet. "Buttercup Utonium."
Buttercup raised her hand half-heartedly. "Here."
"Hmmm, that's a sweet name." he joked with a smile at her.
Buttercup could tell he was joking, but wasn't trying to be mean about it. She smiled and leaned back into her seat. "Yeah, it wasn't my idea."
"Neither was mine. I go by Lee Hercle." He wrote on the board. "But I prefer Mr. Hercle. I won't mind if you call me Mr. Lee. But I will mind being called Hercules."
The class let out a murmur of a laugh at that.
Mr. Hercle turned back toward the class. "Another thing I want to make clear, outside of this classroom, I could care less about what you do. But once in here and the door closes, you are mine. My class, my rules."
Butch had tuned out the Mr. Hercle a while ago. He was too busy trying to figure out how he was going to avoid Buttercup upon getting out of class. There was that and also the fact that he couldn't stop staring at her. She was hotter than he thought she was going to be. With shapely legs encased in black tights with hints of her skin peeking through, it only made him want to rip them off of her, but he also wanted to see her chest rising and falling in rapid breaths as they fought one another.
He was screwed. Pulling out his cellphone, he sent a text message to Brick and Boomer. We've got a problem.
His phone buzzed almost immediately and it was a message from Boomer. Make that three.
Butch's eyes widened. Did Boomer see one of them and not say anything? He was going to knock him in the head if that were the case. His phone buzzed again, this time a message from Brick.
Is it serious? Brick had texted him.
Butch glanced back at Buttercup and took a deep breath. Like a heart attack.
He didn't wait long for a response. Find me and Boomer during lunch. We'll talk then.
Before Butch could response he saw a shadow over his desk. Looking up, he saw that it was Mr. Hercle staring down at him. "Interesting conversation?"
Butch scowled again at the teacher. "Very."
"No, cell phones in class." He said walking away. "Unless it's an emergency."
I think this counts as an emergency, Butch thought. Soon enough the bell rang releasing the students from class. Butch had to resist the urge to use his super speed to get out of class quickly. It was very tempting to do, but that only draw attention to himself. Attention that he really didn't need.
Instead he waited for the other students to leave the class, particularly Buttercup and the guy called Mitch with her. That way, he could try to find Boomer and ask him about what he saw, because it seemed like Brick's head was too much in the clouds for him to be paying attention to anything else.
Brick was thrilled to be in an actual classroom with other students. He saw no problems so far and wanted to keep it that way. So far he was in his regular classes, but after lunch he was going to his advanced placement classes. He really couldn't wait for those. He was going to be in a class with students just as smart as he was. No slowing his learning down for his brothers who couldn't keep up.
In the middle of his teacher's going over the syllabus, he felt his cell phone buzz in his pocket. Thinking it might be Mojo, checking on them, he decided to humor him and pulled his phone discreetly out of his pocket. When seeing that it was from Butch, he rolled his eyes.
We've got a problem.
Brick furrowed his brow, but then relaxed thinking that it was some practical joke by Butch.
Is it serious?
He decided to humor Butch, just to see what he would say, so it came as a surprise when he texted back immediately with, like a heart attack.
Taking a deep breath, Brick sent him back a text saying to meet up with him and Boomer and they would talk at lunch. Surely, their problem could wait until then.
Classes seemed to drag on for Butch and Boomer, but fly right on by for Brick. Butch and Boomer were waiting outside the cafeteria for Brick to arrive. Butch was leaning against the wall bouncing his leg with impatience. Boomer was pacing back and forth in anxiety. Anyone who took notice of either of the boys was met with a glare when eye contact was made.
"Why isn't he here yet?" Boomer said while running his fingers through his hair.
"I don't know. Maybe he's too busy stroking himself from all the excitement." Butch commented, though his nerves were slightly better contained. "And would you stop pacing?"
Boomer had just made another circuit when he turned to look at Butch. "I can't." He really hoped that Brick would get there soon.
Butch hoped for the same thing, but for a different reason. Boomer's pacing was starting to irritate him. "What's got you so on edge, besides the obvious?"
Boomer blew out a puff of air. "Where to start?" He paused in his pacing for a moment, before starting up again. "I mean can you believe it? They're here."
Butch nodded his head as he folded his arms. "I know, so much for a quiet, boring school day. I already had class with Buttercup."
Boomer came to a complete stop when he heard what Butch said. "You did?"
Butch nodded.
"Then how come the school's still standing?" he asked.
"I didn't engage her, also she didn't even know it was me. That prick of a teacher skimmed over my name." It was odd, but he appreciated the gesture. This bought them more time to think.
"I can't believe they didn't recognize us." Boomer said. "I mean, we look different, but not that different." His tone took on a slightly worrisome tone.
Butch picked up on this, but placed its cause for something else. "Yeah, they grew up well."
"She's so pretty." Boomer said, thinking back to when he first saw her today and how she made his body vibrate with attraction. He absent-mindedly rubbed the spot where she'd unintentionally touched him.
"Who?"
"Bubbles." He said dejectedly.
Butch completely missing the look of sad adoration, nodded his head in affirmation. "Buttercup was pretty hot when I saw her." Though she was wearing a skirt, he could tell that she had a pretty nice ass hidden underneath.
"Who was pretty hot?" Brick had finally arrived, startling his brothers.
Butch stood up from the wall. "What took you?"
"I had to take a piss." He said, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
Boomer and Butch shared a look. "You were right, Butch. He was jacking off." Boomer had stopped his pacing, but he had folded his arms across his chest and was slightly rocking in place.
"Fuck you." Brick said while looking towards Boomer. He gave him a strange look. "What's the matter with you?"
Boomer let out a hard laugh. "You're going to kick yourself in the ass for this one, Brick."
Brick's brow furrowed in confusion. "What are you talking about?"
"'They go to Townsville Academy High,' ringing any bells for you, Einstein?" Butch said.
"What?"
"They girls go to school here, ass-hole." Butch snapped at him while putting his hand into the pockets of his hoodie.
Brick's eyes widened. "You're sure?"
"I saw all three of them and Butch just had class with Buttercup." Boomer said. "What are we going to do?"
Brick shrugged his shoulder. "Do you know where they are now?"
"Somewhere nearby, I'm guessing." Boomer said while rubbing his arm absent mindedly.
"Boomer, would you stop with the goddamn fidgeting?" Butch shouted at him.
Boomer turned to glare at Butch. "I would if I weren't so fucking on edge about this."
Brick put a hand onto Boomer's shoulder and to Butch's chest. "Hey, hey. Chill out. Having a fight right now is what's going to draw them to us."
Boomer shrugged out from under Brick's hand and rubbed at his arm again. His skin was tingling just like it had when he was close to Bubbles and it was driving him crazy. It made him want to be in some kind of contact with her. Just like when they were little.
"She must be close." He muttered under his breath.
Brick stared at him confusion before Butch took a deep breath. "They must be close. I'm getting that itch we used to get when we were little."
Brick still confused by what was going on, felt a small tingle go through him, but otherwise ignored it. "All right, enough. You guys getting all hyped up is only going to get us kicked out."
Butch and Boomer stared at Brick in disbelief. "That's the last thing on my mind."
"Good, because I'm actually having a good day." Brick walked past his brothers going towards the cafeteria. "Now I could really use something to eat."
Butch and Boomer shared looks of worry and irritation as they followed after Brick. He was going to be a jackass and no one was going to stop him.
They were only a step behind him and suddenly they heard a gasp.
"You!" was all they heard before a chill was felt in the air and Brick was sent crashing into the wall behind them.
"Brick!"
Blossom was already in the cafeteria with Robin, Sam, and Tabitha when her sisters joined her. "Hey girls."
"What's up?" Buttercup said while sliding in next to Tabitha, and started eating her spaghetti and marinara.
Bubbles sat down with her chicken sandwich plate, and began nibbling pensively. She couldn't get the nagging thought out of her mind, that she knew that boy from somewhere. As she ate, she rubbed her elbow where she'd brushed against him. Her skin tingled in a pleasant way before, but now it was aggravated.
"You still thinking about your mystery boy?" Sam teased Bubbles.
Bubbles flushed as she looked back at her plate. "Yeah, but not in the way you think."
Tabitha rose an eye brow. "Oh? This sounds interesting."
Blossom was biting into her own chicken sandwich when she looked at Bubbles. "If he is who she thinks he is, then we might have a problem."
Buttercup nodded her head. "Though I doubt it. They're not that stupid to make themselves public."
"That's the thing. When he looked at me, he didn't even recognize me." Bubbles said while ripping a bigger piece of bun off her sandwich.
"Well, you guys do look really different from before. If I haven't known better, I wouldn't have recognized you guys either." Robin said.
"True, but whenever they're around, something in our blood starts tingling." Bubbles said while running her fingers over her elbow. The tingles had grown stronger, but it was irritated rather than gently tingling like it was before.
"Tingling? You sure that's not basic attraction?" Tabitha asked.
Buttercup scoffed. "Believe me, when I say it isn't. We've always fought whenever we met up."
"That's what makes me think it's not them. They would've done something to get our attention by now." Bubbles said, growing more aggravated.
Blossom stood up with her tray. "Either way, we should look into this. Just to be sure." She sighed and shook her head. "Our first day, and already in Power Puff mode."
Buttercup and Bubbles stood up followed her out of the cafeteria. Tabitha whistle through her teeth. "Are they always like that?"
Robin nodded. "Yeah, but it's not as bad as it used to be." She then remembered all the times when they were little and the girls would suddenly have to leave to fight crime.
"Hmm, well, crime has since gotten a better hold of itself, nothing that the police can't handle now." Sam said while stretching. "We should invite them out later."
"Hey, I was thinking the same. Maybe we can go see a movie or go to the mall." Tabitha suggested.
Robin smiled, appreciating what her friends were trying to do for her. "Yeah, I think they'll like that."
The girls were heading out of the cafeteria. Blossom was leading with Bubbles and Buttercup flanking her. "When did you think you saw them, Bubbles?"
"In the hallway, before first period." She answered, feeling the tingling in her arm grow with each step they took out of the cafeteria.
"All right, in that case, we should—" Blossom caught up in her pensive state of mind with her arms folded over her chest and biting her thumbnail, wasn't paying attention to where she was going.
"Sorry, I—." Blossom looked up to stare into deep red eyes and felt her entire body freeze with her inner ice powers.
"My bad." was said with a smile, that slowly slipped away as Brick stared down into hot pink eyes. His inner fire flared more on instinct than in defense.
Blossom gasped at the sudden warmth running through her upper arms where he held her. Then coming back into herself. "You!"
Brick's hands tingled where he and Blossom were touching. "Now, wait a minute, Pinkie."
"What are you doing—?" Blossom was about to say, when the spicy scent coming off of him hit her nose. It tickled her nose and made her sneeze. It wasn't a hard, loud sneeze by any standard, but when coupled with her ice powers, it made for a mild ice blast.
An ice blast that sent Brick crashing into the wall opposite of her and knocking him unconscious.
"Brick!" was called out and it had Blossom and her sisters turning towards the others standing there.
Buttercup sucked in a breath when she saw the Mohawk guy from earlier turn blazing green eyes onto her and her sisters. It was then that she realized that this guy was Butch and felt like a giant ignoramus for not knowing sooner.
Bubbles on the other hand stared at the now confirmed Boomer with worry in her eyes. He was staring back at her, but instead of with anticipation for a fight he looked almost like a kicked puppy. He stood back and not taking his eyes off of hers. Not until they heard Butch start yelling.
"You bitch!" he shouted while pushing up his sleeves. "You want to have a fight?"
Buttercup stood in front of Blossom then, stopping Butch's advance. "If you don't back off, you'll get one right now."
Butch and Buttercup growled angrily at each other, believing the tingles running through their bodies were one of need for a fight.
Brick came to with a chill in his chest that quickly went away as his fire warmed him up. As the chill was chased away, he registered yelling back and forth. It was mostly between Butch and Buttercup, but Blossom was trying to get her voice in.
"We weren't even up to anything, you stupid bitches!" Butch shouted inches from Buttercup's face.
Boomer narrowed his eyes at Butch's including Bubbles as a bitch. He balled his fist up without really thinking about it. Bubbles just seemed to shrink back more as she glanced at him, thinking the anger was pointed towards her.
Buttercup just bristled and put her hands on her hips. "Then what other reason would you be here, you fucking jackass?"
"Both of you calm down. We can't do this here." Blossom said trying to diffuse the situation.
Butch just turned his burning green eyes to Blossom. "Fat chance of that Pinkie."
"Pinkie?" Blossom half shouted indignantly.
"Yeah, Pinkie. If you hadn't ice blasted Brick—."
"It was an accident. I sneezed." Blossom snapped, starting to clench her own fists. "I wasn't trying to start a fight."
"But if you want one so goddamn badly, I'll give you one, you son of a bitch." Buttercup began cracking her knuckles, ready to throw the first punch.
Feeling a hand on her shoulder, Buttercup looked back to see Blossom holding her back. "Buttercup, stop it. Don't sink to the level of scum."
Butch's eye seemed to twitch in growing aggravation. "Oh, I can sink lower." Butch had his fists balled and was about to throw a punch when he felt someone grab his pulled back fist.
Boomer had noticed that Brick had come to, and was helping him stand to his feet. Both saw Butch about to punch Buttercup, when Brick used his speed to grab his hand before he could go forward. "Butch, that's enough."
"But Brick!" Butch said as if being betrayed.
"I said enough, we're making a scene." Brick said in a firmer tone.
"But they started it for once." Butch said while turning to glare at his counterpart, itching to fight her.
"Then we're ending it. I'll talk to Pinkie."
Butch's head whipped back to look at Brick. "Talk?"
"Yes, talk. She said it was an accident."
Before Butch could come up with a retort for the lam excuse, the bell rang releasing lunch. Everyone started murmuring as they scattered, leaving the six super humans to their quarrel. Brick rose a challenging eyebrow at Butch, who growled and wretched himself from Brick's hold and walked away.
"And you called me a pussy."
Brick ignored his comment with an order to get to class. Butch scoffed and grabbed Boomer, bringing him out of his thoughts.
"Way to help me out, Boomer." He snapped.
"Sorry," was all he could come up with. Throughout the altercation he had stood back and watched Bubbles. She'd been unable to figure out a way to help, without it getting out of hand, and Boomer was glad she didn't get involved.
If she did, then he'd have no choice but to fight her. Still, he had wanted to touch her again. The itch in his skin turned into a tingle with her being so close. He'd wanted to engage her, but not violently. More gently, delicately, since she looked so fragile. But he knew she was anything but.
Why did she have to be a Power Puff Girl? Boomer thought sullenly.
Brick stood in front of the girls and sighed resigned to what he had to do now. "Can I speak with you, Pinkie?"
Blossom folded her arms across her chest. "Pinkie?"
"Blossom, may we have a talk?" He noticed that Buttercup was still flanking her, now with her arms folded across her chest and Bubbles lingering behind her. "Alone."
"Like hell, Bloodshot." Buttercup snapped.
"Buttercup!" Blossom chided. "You and Bubbles go to class."
Buttercup gave her a disbelieving look. "But Blossom."
"I can handle this." Blossom said gently.
Buttercup reluctantly relaxed her stance, but not before giving Brick a hard glare. "Come on Bubbles."
Bubbles ran her hand down Blossom's back in worry. Brick and Blossom watched them walk away before facing each other. "I need to go to my locker and grab my satchel."
"Fine, I'll walk with you while we talk." Brick said, unfazed by Blossom's behavior considering he often did it himself with his brothers.
"So what are your intentions here?" Blossom asked while getting down to business.
Brick tugged at the end of his ponytail. "To go to school and enjoy myself."
"Let me rephrase. What are Mojo's intentions for you here?" she said with a sideways look at him.
Brick frowned and narrowed his eyes at her. "Mojo can't control everything that we do. He couldn't when he first made us and he most certainly isn't now."
Blossom turned to look up at him. "Then what are you—achoo!" More of Brick's cologne had gone up her nose. This time when she sneezed, she didn't blast him away with ice. "What kind of cologne are you wearing?" she asked as she sneezed again.
Brick looked at her confused. "I don't wear cologne."
"Then what is that spicy, burning smell?" she asked with another sneeze. "Ugh, never mind. What are you doing here then?"
"Mojo wanted us to go to real school. Get out into the world." Brick said with a shrug.
"So he sent you and your brothers here?" she asked while delicately wiping his nose.
Brick couldn't help but smirk at her. "He actually wanted us to stay away from you."
Blossom turned startled eyes toward Brick. "That doesn't sound like him at all."
Brick shrugged. "He's settled down as he's gotten older."
Blossom narrowed her eyes in suspicion. "So what do you want to do?" Brick and Blossom had come to her locker and she was pulling out her satchel with her notebooks for class. She also pulled a tissue out for her nose.
As she turned around, she realized that Brick was now leaning slightly over her, caging her between himself and the locker. She was startled into backing into her locker with a quiet bang. "I want to go to school here."
"That's not a good idea." Blossom said using her ice powers to cool the sudden blush that heated her cheeks.
"We'll we're not switching. It was enough of a pain in the ass to get into school here. I doubt that we'll get into Townsville Academy." Brick gave her the once over look. "Speaking of which, why are you here?"
"My sisters and I transferred." Blossom said while catching her sneeze in her tissue, feeling it harden in her hand with frost.
"Thanks for not blasting me away with your sneeze, babe." Brick said with smirk on his face.
Blossom glared up at him. "If that cologne—."
"I don't wear cologne." Brick interrupted.
"If your musk," she said with emphasis, "didn't irritate my nose, then I wouldn't be sneezing. And don't call me babe."
A bell rang, startling them both. Blossom looked around and saw everyone moving with a bit more haste. "We're going to be late." She then wiggled her way around Brick and started down the hall to her next class.
When she sneezed again, she saw that Brick was walking beside her still. "Where do you think you're going?"
"To class, and we're not finished talking." He said walking beside her as though nothing were wrong. When Blossom scowled delicately, he tugged at the end of his ponytail again. "Look, how about this? I keep my brothers in check and you do the same for your sisters. Call it a truce."
Blossom came to an abrupt stop. "What do you mean truce?"
Brick stood looking down at her. "I mean we pretend the other party doesn't exist. We go about our day."
Blossom was about to nod when she arrived at her class and saw that Brick was following after her. When she paused, he did the same and with a look of confusion asked, "What?"
"Aren't you going to class?"
"I am going to class." Brick said.
Blossom almost paled. "But this is an advanced class."
Brick nodded his head. "Yeah, I know."
Biting her lip, she almost thought against saying what she wanted to say, but decided to just be out with it. "Would you be able to keep up?"
Brick snorted. "Please babe. Mojo homeschooled us since elementary. That brain of his isn't just for decoration." Brick leaned close to Blossom, making her tense up again and a layer of ice acting a thin shield over her. "And neither is mine."
Brick then let his inner fire flare up in his chest and he blew a warm breath across Blossom's cheek, causing the ice to melt and her cheek to flush with heat. Blossom gasped as the heat started to spread of her own accord and placed a hand over the burning cheek.
"So, how about we finish this conversation with our siblings after school? Let's say in Cities Ville?"
Blinking to clear her thoughts, Blossom then narrowed her eyes, suspicious. "Why Cities Ville?"
Brick leaned a bit closer to Blossom, making her shrink back. "It's away from enough prying eyes to give us privacy." Smirking, Brick then walked into the classroom and sat towards the middle.
Blossom stared wide eyed at his audacity. He was toying with her just like he did when they were kids and it aggravated her. And on top of that, he wanted a truce between them. Using her ice powers to cool her face, she walked into the class and taking a deep breath sat in the desk closest to the front, but farthest as she could away from Brick.
Brick watched her from where he sat with a smirk on his face. Blossom had grown up quite nicely, and she was so kind to where clothes that showed off her modest curves. Those high waist pants gave definition to her rounded bottom and slim waist. Even her breasts were of decent size. However, Brick knew that he couldn't get involved with the girls. It would only serve to make things more complicated than needed.
The sound of the final bell rang in their ears and had Brick turning towards the front. He took one last look at Blossom before tuning into his teacher that he hoped would be more reasonable than Mojo.
Bubbles sat in her class near the window, thinking about the Rowdy Ruff Boys. They were in school attending class with them. The sound of the bell ringing brought a young teacher in, closing the door behind him. "All right, let's get started."
Before he could take a step away from the door, Boomer burst in, blushing at being late. He looked around the class and saw Bubbles. Sucking in a breath, he noticed that the only empty seat left was the one next to her.
"Get lost, Pretty Boy?" Mr. Hercle smirked at Boomer, catching his attention.
I'm beginning to hate this man, Boomer thought. "Maybe?" he answered.
"Well, take your seat." He shooed Boomer towards the desks.
Bubbles belatedly realized that her seat was the only empty one. "Crap," she muttered under her breath as he pulled the chair out to sit. She moved as close as she could to the edge of the desk away from him.
Boomer on the other hand didn't know whether to be elated or worried to be sitting next to Bubbles. His skin almost vibrated being this close to her. He also noticed that she smelled nice too. Bubbles had fresh misty water scent that relaxed him.
"Hi." He said, wanting to start off nice.
Bubbles ignored him, staring ahead at Mr. Hercle as he talked about how he liked to run class. Her sin was tingling with him being so close, but it wasn't aggravated like it was earlier. It was more like a fuzzy tickling sensation.
"Listen, I know you don't have the best impression of me," Bubbles rolled her eyes and turned her head away from him. "But my brothers and I really don't want any trouble."
Bubbles stubbornly kept her head turned away.
"Bubbles?" Boomer tried, while reaching for her hand.
The second their skin touched, that vibration that went through them earlier returned and had Bubbles jerking away from him violently.
"Leave me alone." She snapped.
Boomer pulled his hand back, feeling like a kicked puppy at her rejection. He then slumped into his chair with his arms folded across his chest, if only to prevent himself from reaching out to try to touch her again. He just couldn't seem to not want to touch her.
His arms became stiff and uncomfortable after about twenty minutes, but if he moved he knew that he'd find some way to touch her. Luckily as a distraction, his phone buzzed in his pocket. Reaching discreetly for it while Mr. Hercle was facing the board, he opened his phone to see a message from Brick.
We're going to our favorite diner in Cities Ville after school. We have some things to discuss with the girls.
Boomer sighed and looked over to see that Bubbles was looking worriedly at her phone. She must've gotten the same message from Blossom. Suddenly she looked at Boomer, allowing him to stare into her sky blue eyes before blushing and turning away from her.
Now Boomer wanted nothing more than for class to end, so he could go to the diner and spend additional time with Bubbles. While he'd rather it be because of a date, he was going to take what he could get at the moment.
