Me: Welcome back! I promised I would update as soon as possible and I did. Today, We're going to see Bubble's and Buttercup's first day of school. Because who know? They might also meet someone too!

Bubbles: Oooo, how exciting! Aren't you excited Buttercup?

Buttercup: Whatever, that dude just better stay out of my way when it involves sports, nobody beats me at sports

Blossom: MEAM1 does not own any of the characters, except Damon

Me: Let the show begin!

CHAPTER 3

Buttercup's POV

After changing into my black t-shirt and baby blue shorts, which were the PE uniform of the school, I headed out to the field. We were suppose to be in football season, a personal favorate of mine.

"Huddle up people! We ain't got all day!" The coach yelled. We all ran towards her, not wanting to have to run 2 more laps, which is something I learned the hard way.

"Ok, there will be 5 girls and 5 boys in each team. The first team to have the most points by the end of the period wins." A lot of girls started to complain, saying why they couldn't just play volley ball. Damn girly girls, I thought, I'll show them just how much fun football is. I smiled at the thought.

When the teams were positioned on the field, I averted my body so I go flying to the guy with the ball. The second the whistle blew, I shot towards the guy and tagled him to the ground. He looked up at me with astonished eyes. Never seen a girl do that before, huh? With a smirk at him, I jumped up with the ball and made a touchdown. It continued like this for the rest of the period. People trying to get away as fast as they could before I pinned them down and took the ball. That guy from the beginning didn't stop either. He kept on trying to hide the ball from me. And every time I got it back, I gave him a smirk before scoring again.

At the end, my team ended up winning 25 to 0. My team lifted me and cheered. Now, wasn't that fun? I thought. We went to the changing rooms and showered.

After showering and changing into my black jeans and green tank top, I left from the changing room and almost got knocked down by someone. I looked up and saw it was Loser Boy. He was wearing dark, low hanging jeans with a black belt that obviously didn't work. His jeans were followed by a white polo with big black stars all over it. His dark brown hair was spiked up and he was wearing this silver necklace with a cresent at the end. But what got my attention was his eyes. A dark brown that was so dark, it was almost black.

"Sorry. Here, let me help you." He bend down and picked up my notebook and agenda. I stood up and he handed them to me.

"What do you want?" I said, hands on my hips. I wasn't known for being nice. But all he did was smile like I had just said something sweet.

"You know, no one has ever even come close to beating me in a sport. Especially not a girl." He leaned back and crossed his arms as he said this.

"And what is that suppose to mean?" I demanded, my anger growing. Girls aren't weak, and me and my sisters are living proof of that.

Sexist dude stood up straight and put both arms up in defence. "I didn't mean anything bad by it. It's just… I've never met a girl like you. Someone who didn't whine about getting her nails dirty. I like you."

I knew my face was as red as a tomato because I was feeling hot. Really hot. I tried to compose myself as best I could by saying, "Um, thanks I guess. But if you excuse me, I need to get to English." I tried to slide past him but he blocked my path.

"I have English next too. Mind if I join you? I'll even carry your books." Before I had the chance to answer, he already had taken my books and was leading me down the hall. "By the way, my name's Mitch."

Buttercup: A little sappy, but I guess it's ok.

Mitch: What! That was pure gold baby!

Buttercup: Watch that mouth of yours

Mitch: *shuts up*

Me: Awww, young love!