Hey hey hey. What's up? Midnight here! Well, thanks to Hi-there156, she revised and edited my chapter. And did you like her last chapter? Hopefully you did, because I loved it. Well, here's mine, and Hi-there156 will be working on the next one. Thank you so much for those of you who reviewed. Means a lot. Well, enjoy!


Blossom awoke for the next day. She awoke first and quickly took a shower. All of the girls took a shower, just like yesterday. And Buttercup was last to get down before they could leave.

"Morning girls!" Professor walked into the kitchen while they where getting some fruit. The girls mumbled "Good morning," to their father and zipped through the door. It was going to be a long day for the girls, they could just tell.


"Good morning everyone," Blossom walked in, almost late for class. Some of them responded to her, and some of them just acknowledged her presence. She sat all the way in the back corner. She was thinking too much yesterday. How this put her family in danger. Working with the Rowdyruff Boys. They where the strongest criminals ever. And Blossom couldn't help but worry that her sisters weren't safe.

She put her head down, and read a book on her lap, ignoring the first class. The teacher didn't mind, though. She let it slip. Since Blossom was working her butt off, she deserved some rest.

"Alright, class, can you tell me what is the answer to the warm-up on the board?" The math teacher smiled at her class. Brick barged into the room, soaked.

The teacher could tell he was filled with rage, but she needed him to go outside in the hallway.

"Brick, please step out quickly," Mrs. Baull said. She smiled at him, as he walked out with her right behind him. Blossom, with her super hearing, could hear the conversation.

"I do understand it's raining outside, but please knock next time. Why don't you go down to the office and get some spare clothes?" The teacher's voice came from the door.

Brick didn't respond right away, but after a moment passed, he said, "I don't know where the office is."

Blossom only snickered. He was lost.

But after a few more mumbling outside that Blossom didn't quite catch, Mrs. Baull opened the door.

"Blossom, come here." Blossom quickly got up. Feeling lazy and not wanting to go around, she floated over the students and over to Mrs. Baull.

There, she stood, in front of Brick and Mrs. Baull.

"I want you to do me a favor and take Brick, here, to the office to get a spare change of clothes, and put his clothes to dry," Mrs. Baull explained. Blossom was about to object, but Mrs. Baull didn't let her speak, and she continues speaking, "Since you where mostly asleep in my class, you'd understand that doing this favor would get you out of trouble, correct?"

Blossom widened her eyes. She couldn't seem to find a way out of this argument, so she harshly agreed.

As Blossom silently walked with Brick next to her, she made sure not to make eye contact. But then, his voice came to seep through her ear.

"You're really going to be quiet?" Brick asked, getting closer to Blossom. Brick didn't like to be close to her like this, it made him want to rip her up to shreds. But, since of how much trouble he's gotten into, he just quietly recollected himself and forced himself to start a small conversation with her.

But Blossom only averted away from Brick, ignoring him. Brick took a deep breath and said what Blossom didn't want to hear, "You know, you're weak. Not wanting to talk to me because you're scared."

This caused Blossom to stop in her tracks. She covered her face, to hide her anger.

Brick knew this was affecting her somehow. And so, he continued, "Your sisters will die within my brothers hands. They will die. And you won't be able to do anything—"

Brick was cut off, being slammed into a Brick wall, slightly denting it. Oh, he knew that that was only a small amount of her strength; she was taking caution so she wouldn't get into trouble, but her grip only increased around his neck, making him cough a little bit. And he finally, had some respect for her... for not hesitating to beat or choke the crap out of him because of her loved ones.

"Touch my sisters, you or your damn brothers, you will be locked up. I will send you to jail for that threat. I will report it right after school. And you will regret everything." Brick listened carefully. He widened his eyes at Blossom's threat.

"D-don't," He managed to get out. She lightly softened her grip on his neck and had more air to breathe, "Please."

Blossom widened her eyes at this. Never in her life had she imagined that a 'ruff would say please. Never at all.

And this made Blossom have a little respect for him, because he said please. This was very new. And plus, she'd fail if he where locked up. Blossom let him go and started walking. Brick took it as an other chance and followed her, his wet shoes squeaking.


"No, you're doing it wrong," Boomer said to Bubbles, as she began drawing the face. Bubbles, annoyed for the past half-hour, finally gave up and shoved the pencil and paper to him. She made sure it was rough, and then turned around to ignore him, but not before saying, "Do whatever you want."

Usually, she'd have more patience for this. She'd only agree and let him show it to her. If only it where someone else.

She heard Boomer groan in annoyance. "Bubbles, if we don't do this together, we'll fail. I don't like this as much as you do, but if we're going to get a good grade in this, we have to work together."

Bubbles slightly turned around. She did want the grade. So she only agreed in a silent nod. He began to make the shape of the head. "We're supposed to be drawing a couple, alright? So when couples look at each other's eyes, what do they see?" Asked Boomer. Bubbles wondered in silence, and then came up with an answer.

"It depends on what they're feeling. If you're feeling love, the eyes would connect, with a soft look in the eye, and make it shiny. It makes me feel, when I draw loving couple, that they have trust and love on the inside," Bubbles explained. She smiled the first smile that day, as Boomer only stared in her eyes. He smirked a bit, but then it turned into a frown. He looked down and shaped the face easily.

"You draw the girl's eyes. I'll draw the boy's eyes," Stated Boomer. Bubbles only nodded as she easily shaped the almond shaped eyes. And then she drew the details in them. She made sure to draw the pupil, the sine, and the moist of the eyes. She made sure to add all of the details a realistic eye had. And then pushed the paper over to Boomer. Boomer only stared at the eyes. He loved how she drew them.

He drew the eyes on the boy, pretty much following what she had done, but only making the eye look like a manlier one. They worked on the girl and boy characters the whole bell, and once the bell was done, they only had half of it done. "Damn it, I was hoping we should be able to get at least one done today!" Boomer grumbled.

"Only 5 more to go, and at this rate, we'll be done. Sorry for putting you through hell today," Bubbles muttered sarcastically. She learned to be sarcastic by her sisters, Blossom and Buttercup. And Boomer, soon realized that he had hurt her feelings. But he didn't care much. All he cared about was how the picture was going. He only smiled at Bubble's creation, as the girl looked strangely beautiful. Boomer never thought of a girl beautiful. He only thought of them as sexy or fine. Not beautiful.

And Boomer only thought, what the hell?


Buttercup dodged Butch and his players. She made a 3 pointer, much like yesterdays. Butch, as Buttercup ordered, watched how she made the shot. He tried making many shots, and none of them made it. And soon, when it was time for all of the players to leave, Buttercup only stood there thinking, clearly annoyed. She picked up the basketball and passed it to Butch. "Shoot."

Butch nodded, not liking the idea of her ordering him around like that, but he did it any way. Buttercup studied his stance while he shot it. That's it, he wasn't standing right. He didn't even jump a little, and his aim was all wrong.

Buttercup grabbed the ball and handed it to him.

"When you shoot, you got to jump. When you aim, your hand needs to go here and here," Buttercup said, moving his calloused hands in on the right positions. "And bend your knees a little. Pay attention. Don't be too stiff, or else someone can steal the ball, and the coach wouldn't like that. So, now, pay attention to what I just said, and aim for the hoop. And I'm sure you'll make it."

Buttercup crossed her hands as she watched Butch stare at her, bemused. He did what Buttercup told him to do and made a 3 pointer. She smirked at her victory in teaching him.

"Now, do it again," Buttercup ordered. Butch flinched and wanted to slap himself that he was taking orders from a girl, but then again, he did it anyway.

After getting it 15 times in a row, Butch stretched a little bit more. "Let's work on lay-ups."

Buttercup, once again, annoyed, only nodded in agreement. Butch did an example and had Buttercup do it herself. She copied everything he did, and still didn't get it. "What am I doing wrong?!" Buttercup nearly used her super powered voice. I shake my head and smirk. "Your posture isn't great. You need to aim, too. Focus on the square, not just the hoop ring," Butch explained. Buttercup thought to herself and nodded. She did it once again, following what Butch had told her. And she made it.

She re-did it a couple times, and did it again. She was showing process.

At the end of the day, Butch said, "You need help on your dribbling."

Buttercup only nodded, and responded back, "You need to learn defense. Meet here tomorrow afternoon. And don't you dare be late. I won't have time for your shit."

And with that, they pushed themselves into the air, and left, leaving green streaks for people to stare at before it disappeared. Buttercup had to admit, it wasn't as bad as she thought.