A/N: Hello there, thank you all for your faves, follows and reviews. Also, thanks for taking the time to read my story. If you can, please go read Heart Notes as well, And From Moping To Smiling, of which the last chapter will come very soon.

pretendingtobe: Thank you! Me neither, I already despised our darling Brandon from the beginning. You might ;) I kind of made it obvious ;p

Saweela: Thank you :). I'm glad that you like this story and my idea. I've always wanted to see a nerdy Brick ;p

Enjoy!

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Blossom quietly followed the figure, wondering if she should turn back and return once more to the cafeteria, sexist imbeciles be damned. The figure kept on walking, taking many turns, and finally, when Blossom was about to give up and try to go back by finding her own way somehow, they were both outside the building. Blossom briefly wondered what on earth the red clad boy- because she could see that it was clearly a boy- was doing out on the school gardens, but then he continued to walk. He kept walking, ignoring the sneers that the other students sent towards him- why were they doing that?- and entered the school's very own mini forest, full of large trees that would provide great cover.

He walked through numerous trees, until he finally stopped at the largest tree, and started to climb. Once he was seated on a high branch, he looked at her. Blossom thought that he was going to call her out on stalking him, but instead he observed her for a few seconds and then having apparently decided that she was of no harm , proceeded to grab a notebook from his old bag and write on it.

Blossom stared at him. He had brilliant red hair, brighter than her own, and wore a pair of glasses that looked a bit odd, as if it was slightly crooked. His clothes hung off his thin frame, and he had a frown marred on his pale face. It was almost as if he did not want her there, but didn't really want to start a fight. Blossom waited for him to object, but when he said nothing, she walked towards the tree and sat down underneath it, leaning her stiff back against the trunk .

There was fifteen minutes more until lunch ended. She had enough time to eat. And she grabbed her lunch box and ate. Her lunch was delicious and she immensely enjoyed it, and felt her anger towards Brandon Rocker reduce .

Did the boy above eat? She hadn't seen him in the cafeteria, and when she glanced above, even though from her angle she couldn't see his face, she could tell that he was still scribbling on his notebook. He looked completely engrossed in his writing, and Blossom immediately dispelled the idea of offering him some food.

He must have eaten before coming here. But he was incredibly thin...how could she be sure that he has proper meals? Couldn't she be a little nice and offer him some food? It's not too much to ask.

But then again, she didn't even know this boy...

The bell signalling the end of lunch rang, and the boy jumped off the branch, nearly making her jump in thin air, being in deep thought as she was. He started to walk towards the school building and Blossom immediately put her half finished lunch into her bag, and rushed to follow him, lest she be left behind.

If he had a problem with her following him, he did not say anything. In fact, it was as if he was engrossed in his own world, with his head down, ignoring the jeering the other student made. Once again, Blossom wondered what made the students act this way towards him. He was literally doing nothing, and despite being a bit- well, very old- she didn't think that his clothes were something to be laughed at.

So, he's poor. Or atleast she thinks he is.; he could be one of those people who don't care what they wear. Being poor is nothing to laugh at! What was wrong with the students of this school!

Immediately she was interrupted from her thoughts.

" There you are!"

Blossom looked to her left to see Bubbles and Buttercup heading towards her and waved at them.

" Are you okay Blossom? We were worried about you..." Bubbles asked her with utmost sincerity.

" Yeah, after you got pissed off with Rocker and left, we looked for you everywhere, since, you know, you're new and all. And then we couldn't find you, so-"

Blossom cut Buttercup off.

" I'm alright girls, really. I just went to the gardens. To calm down and all."

Despite only knowing her for a few moments, these girls seemed to really care about her. Or at least, think of her as a friend. That's good. Blossom already likes them, and she has a good feeling that they're going to be great friends.

She didn't have much friends. She did when she was very young, but once she got to high school, it was as if no body wanted to speak to her. Only a girl named Robin and a guy named Mike were her friends back in her previous school. Sure, she had always had the attention of boys, especially after she hit puberty, but none of them wanted to be her friend. They sent her love notes and flowers, but they didn't want her friendship. Perhaps she scared them. She was known back home for her fierce tongue and fiery temper.

She would have to call Robin and Mike after school.

At least these two girls didn't seem like they hated her, even though every other girl seemed to hate her already.

Bubbles and Buttercup looked at each other before turning to her. They both looked as if they wanted to tell her something but the last warning bell rang.

" Oh god, I don't want to be late twice on my first day! Can you tell me where Chemistry is held?"

Buttercup nodded. " Yeah sure, I'm going that way anyway. I'll go with you."

" See you guys later," and with that Bubbles left.

"Come on," Buttercup started leading her.

Blossom looked back as she was walking to see if the red haired boy was still there, but he was not.

' I'll probably see him again', she thought. ' If he's from this school, and obviously he is since he was at school, he and I would probably meet again. But everyone seemed to hate him, and I wonder why? Perhaps I am overthinking it, after all, I only saw a few students jeer at him … What did he do? Why does he go to that tree, away from everyone? Why-'

She was interrupted from her thoughts.

"Are you okay?"

Blossom halted in her track and looked at Buttercup, who was looking at her with a weird face.

" Huh?"

" I said, are you okay?"

" Um, yeah, yeah I am. Why do you ask?"

Buttercup shook her head. " Nah, just wondering, you looked like you were in deep thought, that's all."

"Oh."

" So how's Townsville High?"

"Okay, I guess. Though I think it could do without a couple of jerks." Like that stupid Rocker dude.

Buttercup scoffed, no doubt thinking about the same boy and the stunt he pulled at the school canteen, only a few minutes before.

" Yeah, like that'll ever happen. "

She wondered if Buttercup knew the red haired boy. He seemed to be her age, and this was a small school, after all. She contemplated asking her, but then decided it was too soon. She had only seen the boy once, and she had only known Buttercup for a few minutes. Though she seemed like a great girl, and would no doubt answer her with honesty, Blossom still decided that she should probably save it to ask later. Class was about to start, and she didn't want to make Buttercup late.

They had started walking again, and after a few more steps, Buttercup stopped in front of a classroom.

" This is your stop. If you ever need anything, you can ask me."

Blossom smiled at her.

" Thank you."

" Your welcome. Hey, if you want, Bubbles and I are going to the café nearby after school. You want to join?"

Blossom thought about it for a moment and decided why not? She had nothing to do that evening and it would be a great opportunity to get to know Bubbles and Buttercup better.

Blossom nodded, " I'd love that, thank you."

Buttercup smiled at her with a cheeky grin before rushing off with a short ' Bye!'to her class and Blossom entered hers.

It's the first day, she had already made two new friends, had apparently caught the attention of the school jerk and met a mysterious boy who intrigued the hidden curiosity in her. She felt that this year was going to be very interesting.

So I started writing again after my muse, which was no where to be seen for 4 months, came back to me again. And I do realize that my writing is on an exceptional level of terrible, but, I usually write oneshots and if I ever start a book, I never complete it. This is the first story that I wrote without stopping, despite its many errors. And that's because I realized my fault. No matter how hard it is, I have to finish it. That's the only way I'll improve after all.

I might edit this whole story once it's finished, or I might leave it as it is. Because that's the only way I can show you guys I have improved.

- Triple V.