Buttercup sank lower in her seat, desperately hoping the teacher didn't notice the empty seat beside her. Or if she did, that she got anyone else but the ruggedly handsome boy with the forest green eyes. They stood patiently in front of the class, unimpressed looks decorating their sharp features. The teacher gestured to the class before turning to the boys, smiling warmly.
"Alright boys. Why don't you introduce yourselves?" The boys shrugged and the one in red stepped forward. He wore a simple red t-shirt paired with black joggers with a matching red stripe going down the sides and black tennis shoes. He wore a backwards snap-back, his chestnut red hair poking through the front.
"Names Brick." He nodded at everyone and stepped back, clearing the way for the blue one to introduce himself. He obviously had the most fashion sense of the three, adorning a blue and white plaid shirt on top of a simple white wife beater. He wore white shorts with a simple gold chain attached to the belt loop, and finished off the look with a pair of white high tops. His sandy blond locks were styled in a buzz cut, leaving his bangs free to sweep across his left eye. He smiled and winked at the class, pretending to not notice the sighs of the girls and some of the boys in the class.
"I'm Boomer. Nice to meet everyone!" He too stepped back after his introduction, leaving the sinful boy wrapped in deep green to finish the introductions. He wore a simple black muscle tee, paired with dark green joggers with black stripes on the side. His feet were covered in black and green trainers, and a small lip piercing shone from his bottom lip. He too winked at the ladies, but his gaze swept the classroom again, settling on side of Buttercup's face. He smirked as he introduced himself.
"Butch. You ladies are looking spectacular this fine morning." He stepped back amidst the squeals. Their teacher smiled tightly as she pointed vaguely to the open seats.
"Sit anywhere there's a seat. We'll begin shortly." The boys made their way to a few seats, Buttercup turned the other way. Please let me get Boomer. Please let me get Boomer. Please let me get - A shadow fell over her desk and she held her breath as the seat next to her creaked. As if in slow motion, she turned her head to see if her silent prayer had worked. When blood red eyes met her gaze questioningly, she sagged in relief and turned her head back to the front. Brick was annoying, but she knew he wouldn't bother her. He was more interested in being insufferable to Blossom after all. At least, she hoped so.
Ho ho, thought it was gonna be Butch next to our favorite green puff didn't you? No I have other plans for him. As always thanks for reading and see you next chapter!