Butch smirks down at his partner, who has her head pressed down flat against her desk. "You're Buttercup?" He asks, trying to suppress a laugh. "Funny, when I think of Buttercups I think of those sun-shiny yellow Buttercup flowers." He looks her up and down. "you don't remind me of those at all."

Buttercup looks up from her desk and scowls at the boy in front of her as he pulls out a seat and flips it around before sitting, so he's straddling the back of it instead of sitting like a normal person with class.

"You know what you piece of shit?" She responds to his earlier insult with callus and spite. "You're name is Butch, which fucking shocks the hell outta me because it's suppose to mean someone who's manly right? You look like a fucking pixi-ass hoe in that leather fucking piece of shit. So shut the fuck up."

Butch chuckles. "Some little flower has a potty-mouth." he says, in a sing-song voice.

Buttercup lets her head fall back against the desk with a soft thud. This is going to be a long class.

"So. . ." Boomer says, looking at his partner, the girl from earlier that had been labeled as a 'Bimbo' and a 'skank' "Looks like we're partners."

She smiles a little at him, but something seems off. She doesn't look like she means the smile, to him she looks sad.

"Yea." She nods, and gestures to the empty seat in front of her. "I guess so."

He pulls out the seat and sits down, hands folded against the table. "How do you want to do this?"

She looks down at her lap. "I-I don't know. How ever you want to do it."

He frowns, she doesn't seem very excited. All of the other girls would've killed to be his partner. "Well . . . We could do it like this. I ask you a question, then you ask me a question, and we go back and forth like that. That way we can both get some information on each other, and it'll be easier."

Bubbles nods, smiling up at him a little. This is the first time in a while she's been able to have an actual conversation with someone in her school.

"Alright." Boomer nods, picking up his pencil. "I guess I'll go first. So. . .Where were you born?"

Bubbles thinks for a minute. "I was born here I think. . .Well, no, not here here, I mean, I wasn't born in the school, I was born in the hospital down the street." That was a lie. She had been born on the bathroom floor of their house, but she couldn't tell him that. "What about you?"

"I was born in Kentucky." He states, writing down her answer.

"Kentucky?" She asks, smiling. "You're a country boy?"

He shakes his head, laughing. "Kentucky isn't that country. We have wi-fi and cable, and even those fancy pails for cow milking."

She laughs at him, it feels good to laugh with someone at school. It makes her sad that by tomorrow the rumors and things will spread to him and he'll stop being so nice. He'll start looking at her like she's infected.

"Listen." Blossom says, not looking up from her paper. "You write down some things about you, I'll write down some things about me, we can get through this with as little physical contact or interaction as possible."

Brick raises his eye brows. This is the first time a girl has talked to him like this, and in such a cold tone. "Okay I guess, but that means you won't get to hear my lovely voice, and you won't get to hear mine."

"Good." She says, sliding a piece of paper towards him without another word.

He scowls, but accepts the paper, taking a seat across from her and putting the pencil to paper, trying to figure out what this girls problem is.

By the end of the class Butch and Buttercup walk away without anything but the others name.

"Hey!" He calls out to her before he leaves the class room. "I'm not failing this class just because you're a bitch. Imma find you at lunch, and you're gonna tell me enough shit to get a decent grade on this paper."

Buttercup rolls her eyes, he shocked her though, from his looks he's not the type of guy to care that much about his grades. He's probably just trying to aggravate her. He's not gonna find her at lunch, once he hears her reputation he'll be going to all extremes to avoid her.

Brick looks down at the paper Blossom handed him before she walked out of the room, they had exchanged papers just as the bell rang, and she had left with her friends, the blonde chick who was Boomer's partner, and the black haired one that was Butch's.

Blossom Utonium:

Born:August, 27th
Family:Mother, father, sisters.

I am one of three triplets, I was born first technically, my sisters are Buttercup Utonium, and Bubbles Utonium

Likes:Chocolate, books.

dislikes: idiots, loud noises

My parents are away on business a lot, but they always find time to visit my sisters and me on our birthday and on Christmas. Sometimes on thanksgiving, but they're usually busy then. We understand, and we don't mind. We know they love us.

It goes on and on, front and back, with information about her and her family, and their life. Brick honestly can't be bothered to read it right now, he's got more important things to do, like not read it.

Blossom sighs, walking out of class beside her sisters. "That was horrible."

Buttercup nods in agreement. "Is there some rule that says we have to be miserable in school no matter what we do or how we act?"

Bubbles shrugs, a sad smile on her face. "My partner wasn't bad." She says. "I'm glad that I had a chance to talk to him before he hears all of the rumors."

Blossom nods. "I'll be back in a second." She says, turning slightly. "I'm gonna go to my locker, go on to class without me."

As she walks off curiosity over comes her and she pulls Brick's information sheet out of her pocket.

Brick Jojo

I am the "Oldest" of my triplet brothers by ten second's. I am sexy, I like fish, and I was born the day after valentines day.

call me for more information babe :(606)813-7709

~Fun fact From the author, I used random numbers there, please DO NOT call them they are no one I know~

She rolls her eyes, douche bag. He expects her to call him. She won't. She'll just make up random things and put them in the report.