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Chapter 3
I groaned loudly as I slammed my locker door, unready for another Monday morning at school. All weekend I had been sick, and the Professor thought that was enough time to get over my apparent illness and get to school. True, I did feel better, but my head was still pounding and I felt kinda woozy.
"You okay Buttercup?" Cass asked me, eagerly chewing on a Mars Bar. "You look kinda pale."
"Yeah I'm fine" I sighed, clutching my books to my chest. "Just a little sick, but it's not contagious so don't worry."
"You have anything for breakfast?" Cass asked me, offering her half eaten chocolate bar, "You can have a bite if you-"
"It's fine Cass" I smirked at her. "Really."
I noticed how, as we walked up the hallway to homeroom together, a lot of people stared at me, and looked away as I noticed. I frowned at them as the stares and glances were continuous, and as we walked into homeroom I felt compelled to mention it to Cass.
She rolled her eyes. "Don't worry BC, I would have mentioned it if it was you, but it's not. It's just the whole brawl-slash-breakup that happened on Saturday between your sister and Chase Daniels, he's been bitching about it."
"Oh" I muttered as I sat down at our familiar desks at the back row. I clenched my fists. "I should have pummeled him when I had the chance."
"No doubt who would have won" Cass sniggered at me and I grinned at her. We both looked up as we saw Tyler approach. Tyler, Cass and I were blessed at the start of the year when we got the same homeroom. Jayden, Holly and Matt were in separate ones.
"I heard" Tyler growled before I could open my mouth. Cass rolled her eyes.
"You're not blaming her, are you? I mean Jayden's the one who-"
"Keep your voice down" Tyler muttered as he took a seat in front of us. "And I'm not defending him, I mean what he did was wrong, not a doubt, but he is my friend, and-"
He looked up and upon seeing our furious glances, gulped.
"I'm not defending him." He snarled. "Far from it, I told him he can't hang with us until he sorts himself out, and finds some way to make it up to BC."
"Good" Cass growled, but still looked moody. "But I doubt he could ever make up for something like that."
"Nothing happened though, did it BC?" Tyler now cast me a worried look. "Did anything happen?"
"I-" I bit my lip, stumped for words. "Erm-"
"All right class!" A middle aged woman entered the room, talking over the chatter. "Settle down! Settle down… SETTLE! All right."
She shuffled the papers in front of her in a business-like fashion. This was Mrs Feeny, our homeroom teacher. I was 'lucky' enough to have her for maths as well. She's alright, don't get me wrong. She's no Wicked Witch of the West, but she's no saint either.
"I have to get this roll in order" She tutted to us as we faced the front. "We have to be all ready for the three new students coming tomorrow, one in this room-" She paused as small conversations broke out over the room. "-Yes, yes it's very exciting" She rolled her eyes. "Now…Tracey Ashton?"
As people began to answer to their names, Cass turned to me, looking exited.
"Wow, new students huh?" She whispered to me eagerly. "Exciting, huh? I wonder what they're like! I wonder if they're cute" She giggled as I rolled my eyes.
"Honestly, Cass" I smirked at her. "If the most exciting thing that happens around here is a bunch of new students, it just shows how exciting our school really is." I rolled my eyes again for emphasis. "Not very."
"It is exciting though" Tyler muttered after calling out 'Here'. "I mean, Townsville's kinda close-knit, there's not many people coming and going. The last new student we had was Holly."
"And there wasn't so much fuss about her, I'll bet." I muttered, irritated.
"But there are three of them!" Cass squealed happily. "What if they're all boys?" She looked away, a sort of dreamy look on her face. I rolled my eyes at her again.
Cass was kinda boy crazy.
"Maybe one can sit with us! I mean we need a replacement for Jayden-" She smirked as Tyler cast her a repulsed look. "I'm only joking!"
Sadly, we only had PE three times a week. Bad luck for me, good luck for Blossom. She hated PE with a passion. It was the only subject she had to take where she couldn't get the answers out of a book. But this is why I loved it. Every Monday morning, Tuesday morning and Thursday afternoon was pretty much heaven for me. A break from all of the books we had to shove our noses into.
"Over here BC!" Cass yelled out to me as she ran next to me. She was wide open, so I kicked the ball over to her and she took it from there, weaving in and out of the opposition and towards Jayden and Tyler, who were arguing near the goalpost.
Tyler wasn't a very alert goalie.
"You gotta do something about it, Ty!" I could hear Jayden scowl at him. "We've been best mates since sixth grade!"
"Me and BC have been best mates since fourth." Tyler shrugged, but he looked pained. "Besides it's your fault, not hers. Go hang with your druggo mates."
Jayden looked murderous, and both didn't notice the ball sail between them into the goals.
"GOAL!" Cass screamed, whooping. She took her shirt and pulled it over her head, exposing the tank top she had underneath. She held her arms out like an airplane and whooped some more, just to rub it in. I laughed and whooped with her. Every PE lesson we insisted boys against girls, and my team beat them every time. (In Soccer at least)
"Come on guys!" Shane, the boys' team leader, yelled at Jayden and Tyler. "They're kicking our butts! Quit gossiping about what you're going to wear tomorrow and HUSTLE!"
A whistle blew from the south end, where Ms Sanders (our PE teacher) was refereeing.
"Girls 6, Boys 2." She grinned widely at the boys' teacher, who was chewing his lip furiously. "Boys better get their butts into gear, or it'll be our week for the ninth time in a row."
"HUSTLE BOYS!" Their gym teacher screamed. "OR YOU'LL SPEND EVERY PE LESSON DOING PUSHUPS UNTIL YOUR EYEBALLS SWEAT! HUSTLE!"
Jayden and Tyler scowled at each other, as Cass, Holly and I slapped hands.
I never get tired of kicking their butt.
"So"
Boomer, Brick and I all exchanged glances. Brick looked determined. Boomer looked kinda nervous. I had to hold in a scoff. He could be such a freaking pansy.
"So" Mojo said again, pacing in front of us. He looked calm, too calm in fact. He looked as if the slightest vibration would have him explode. "So…"
"It's school" Brick scoffed, folding his arms. "Not Church."
"It's the first step towards you forgetting your place!" The monkey suddenly snarled at us. "First step will be school! Then the honor roll! Then Class Valedictorian! Then a humanitarian scholarship! Then-" He sucked in his breath, looking horrified. "A master degree in medicine!"
He blindly grabbed the bottle of vodka on his desk and started pouring it into a shot glass, taking another gulp. He panted roughly. "THE HORROR!"
"Oh, suck it up monkey!" Brick snarled at him, rolling his eyes. "As if we'd do that."
"I can just imagine what you'd become…." Mojo gasped, his voice becoming weak and sad. "The two kids, loving wife, the golden retriever, the-" He grabbed his throat, as if choking out the words. "- The…white picket fence!"
"It's not like that!" Boomer said defensively as Mojo collapsed onto the floor for the dramatic effect. "It's just school! A chance for us to meet other people! If we don't know what's out there, how can we…you know, take over?"
Mojo suddenly reappeared from behind the desk, looking thoughtful. "You have a point…" He said slowly. "And I guess you could recruit fools for your army, gain more education to climb the social ladder, gain trust in the community-"
"Exactly" Brick sighed, looking relieved. "About time you caught on."
Mojo suddenly frowned, giving each of us a piercing stare. "Don't think I'm that easy!" He suddenly declared, puffing his chest out. "I know you! You're teenagers! You can go off track like THAT!" (He snapped his fingers for emphasis.) "You can turn to the good side just by following some…hottie, and easily get distracted by how big her-" He glared at us as we sniggered.
"What?"
"Please don't ever say that again" I tried to choke out through my laughter.
"What?" He glared at us.
"H-Hottie!" Boomer choked out. We burst out with laughter, clutching each other for support.
"Well you might!" He yelled defensively, before swelling with fury and leaving, his nose in the air. We were still pissing ourselves.
"Cheers to another victory" I smirked at Cass in the locker rooms as we toasted each other with our coke cans. She smirked.
"Those boys didn't stand a chance" She laughed, cracking open her can and taking a huge gulp. "You did really well, Holly. Good save."
Holly grinned shyly at us. "Thanks Cass."
We turned to Blossom who was wincing as she pulled up her jeans.
"Got a bruise, Bloss?" I smirked at her. "Shane hit you pretty good with that ball."
"I wouldn't say 'good'" Blossom sniffed angrily. "It hurt like a-"
"Let's see" I said, glancing at her leg. Blossom pushed me away irritably and we laughed.
"It'll fade soon anyway" Blossom growled at the both of us. "The benefit of being a superhero."
"Yeah…." I said carefully, giving her a look. "But we all know I'm a faster healer than you."
Blossom looked up, a challenging look in her eyes. "Oh, really?"
"Yeah" I smirked as I put my hand on my hip, my soccer shorts still on. I loved challenging my sisters, and better than that, I loved winning. "I bet I can fly from here to Citiesville and back, and still make it back on time for English."
"I can do that too" Blossom scoffed, raising her eyebrows. She hurriedly tied her long hair back into a ponytail. "Are you looking for a race?"
"Maybe" I smirked. "Here to Citiesville and back?"
"You're on"
"The Professor better not find us skipping school!" Blossom yelled out from behind me as we flew through the air at (least) 130 miles per hour. I smirked, loving the feeling of the wind rushing through my hair. We were high above the countryside so nobody could see us, but that means we had to look out for planes and other flying objects that could be hurdles.
"Quit your whinging, Miss Goody-Two-Shoes!" I laughed as I emerged from a cloud. "I doubt anybody can see us from up here!"
The tall skyscrapers of Citiesville soon came into view, and I quickly rounded around the building, Blossom right behind me. We were now flying back to Townsville.
"You know the point" I laughed at her. "The Mayor's office!"
"I'll meet you there!" Blossom smirked back at me, taking the lead. I laughed at her and raced forward, now going full speed.
I swallowed, the vision of the passing clouds around me suddenly going blurry I quickly opened and closed my eyes, trying to regain focus, but it was hard. Townsville suddenly came into view, the roof of the mayor's office straight ahead. I quickly blasted forward, anxious to get back on solid ground, but it felt as though I was slowing down, like something was pulling me back.
My vision was blurring, I felt faint, sick again. I groaned as Blossom sped forward, beating me by miles.
"Ha!" I heard her laugh as she landed on the roof of the office. "Take that BC! Wow, that's the first time I've beaten you! I-" She suddenly looked over at me just landing. She frowned, looking alarmed. "BC? You okay?"
I fainted.
I heard a knock on the door, and Boomer entered anxiously. I sighed, resting my head on my arms as I looked up at the ceiling.
"What is it Boomer?" I asked as I lay across my bed, pondering. He sat on the end of my bed, looking hesitant.
"I just wanted to know…" He bit his bottom lip as he joined in on my staring at the ceiling. "If you remember what happened Friday night."
"Not…much" I shrugged, swallowing. "You?"
"I…hooked up with this chick." Boomer said carefully, looking tentative. "She was…really cool."
I looked up at him, frowning. "Soo…"
"So I really like her, Butch." He growled at me, blowing his long blonde fringe out of his face. He faced me, crossing his legs over my bedspread. "I mean, I really do. I can't stop thinking about her, even though I barely remember her. I remember being…happy with her, you know?" He looked up at me, blinking timidly. I shrugged again.
"I guess."
"Well you've dated more chicks than me." Boomer muttered cautiously. "I mean, I've only dated those few girls and they were only interested in me because I'm a common criminal."
I scoffed. "Trust me, Boomer, you are not a common criminal." This is half true, it may be in his blood to be a criminal, but I think Boomer takes after our mother much more than our father. He may have been brought up to break rules but he always has that caring, moral side that stands out above anything else.
"This chick was different" He sighed, fidgeting and knotting his fingers together. "She had these really pretty blue eyes, and this really cute laugh, and these really luscious lips…" His cheeks reddened slightly. "I don't remember her, I doubt I even got her name."
"Maybe you'll see her when we start school" I shrugged again, leaning back on my headboard. Boomer looked up, alarmed.
"That's what I'm afraid of!" He said to me earnestly. "I mean, I don't know what I was like under Mojo's evil potion thing, it was supposed to bring out our bad side. What if I meet her and that's all she likes about me? What if she thinks I'm…" He looked glum. "A loser?"
I rolled my eyes and groaned inwardly. "Boomer" I sighed. "If that's what she thinks, she ain't worth it. Plenty of other chicks would kill to have a guy like you, I mean you're one of those caring, sweet guys that girls always complain that they can't find."
Boomer frowned. "So…girls like me being nice?"
I rolled my eyes again, biting back a snigger. "Yes Boomer, girls like you. And if this one girl doesn't work out it's not the end of the world."
Boomer lightened up, looking much more cheerful. "Wow Butch, thanks."
I shook my head, smirking at my brother. "It's alright Boomer."
After he left, I tried to sink back into my usual afternoon stupor. After we'd lain off robberies and various crimes, there wasn't much to do in Mojo's lab.
I buried my face in my pillow, anxious to get some sleep. I hadn't gotten any sleep for a while.
I wonder why…
I kept thinking about her, those gasps, that groan, it was faint and tired, like the girl wasn't…conscious. And I have no idea what happened that night. I'm afraid of what I'm capable of under that crap of Mojo's. What if I did something to her? What If I killed her?
I shook my head, rolling onto my back and sighing. Those emerald, twinkling eyes seemed etched in my memory, always on my mind. I remember how they looked at me, how they sparkled, and how they glazed over when she passed out-
I punched the pillow behind my head angrily. I had to get those thoughts out of my mind. I should be concentrating on school- our newest scheme. We had to prove to the city we were good, we had changed, so they'd gain more trust in us and there'd be less suspicion about us. Maybe I'd get a girl. That would be cool. Brick always teased me how I was too fussy, but any sleazy chick is just too…easy. I need a real girl, a lady. Who would tease me, cry to me, hug me maybe, snuggle against me in a movie theatre, and pout at me to beat people up for her, smile at me, kiss me…
I snarled to myself as I rolled over again, thinking of that blood I found on my hands.
Did I really deserve a lady?
