Sorry for the wait, but HERE IS CHAPTER 4! Woohoo! haha i know i said this story would be finished before the summer ended, but as school is gonna start in two weeks (JUNIOR YEAR, BABY!) i don't think that is gonna happen... oops? haha :)

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Chapter 4:

"Fuck off!" I distinctively heard as Bubbles and me walked towards the school.

"Come back! Bu- I mean, Ryder! Listen to me!" The yelling and screaming broke the calm serene of the neighborhood.

"I SAID LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!" Apparently, this Ryder person was pretty pissed.

Brushing it aside as another messed up teenager like us, I didn't even glance back. Bubbles, however, flinched and stiffened beside me.

"Calm down," I whispered. She nodded and somewhat relaxed. Suddenly, the unmistakable sound of a skateboard was nearing closer and closer to where we were walking.

I was suddenly thanking God for the lightning fast reflexed I had gained from fighting. I quickly pulled Bubbles to my side, just in time as the skater flew past us.

"WATCH IT!" I yelled at him, raising my middle finger to form the universal sign of flicking someone off. He kept on skating, unaware of my growing anger.

I was pretty sure he was a boy, by the way his black pants sort of sagged and his green hoodie adorned his upper body, there was no way that was a girl. Unless, of course, said girl was six-foot four-inch tallish.

I guess this was Ryder? Whatever.

"You okay?" I asked Bubbles, who had cowered beside me. She quivered in her spot but quickly put her calm, unafraid façade back in place.

"Yeah," she softly whispered. Straightening up, she repeated, "Yeah. I'm fine."

"Why that little-" I growled, ready to rip his head off. Hmm, maybe Blossom was right. I totally need those therapeutic sessions, I mentally grinned.

"It's alright, Buttercup. I'm not hurt, no need to rip his head off." Bubbles consoled me, grinning.

"How did you-" I started but she cut me off.

"Your facial expression." She quickly stated, her expression one of mock horror. I stared at her. And after a long time, I started to laugh. We resumed walking, both lost in thought.

My attitude, it seems like I'm bipolar or some shit like that, but it's not true. I am just very protective of my younger sister. When we were younger, Blossom, Bubbles, and I had made a pact to take care of each other no matter what. We swore on everything dear to us, we would do anything to protect each other and anything related to us.

It seemed like Blossom was foreshadowing some stuff... I thought but quickly brushed the thought aside. Now that Blossom changed, it's up to me to protect Bubbles. She's the only one I have left after Mitch dropped me. I quickly brushed that thought aside as well.

No need to dwell on the past, yeah?

My thinking train was broken by heavy footfalls and panting.

"Hey!" I ignored the voice, the person was probably looking for the skater.

"You! Hey, you! Girl in the green!" This time, I did turn around, as did Bubbles.

"What?" I raised an eyebrow. I could feel Bubbles eyes widen and hear her sharp intake of air.

The boy was tall, around six-foot with white blond hair. He was wearing black shorts and a baby blue muscle shirt that outlined his abdominal muscles very, very nicely. His white blond hair was cropped short with the front part spiked up a bit. He had azure eyes that sparkled even more than Bubbles. He had this look about him, a look of modesty. A look that he didn't know he was good-looking.

All in all, this boy was hot but not my type.

I looked at Bubbles, but she was lost in thought and had this dreamy look on her face. This wasn't my Bubbles nor was it Cheerleader Bubbles. This was... someone else.

"What do you want?" I let out, as nicely as I could.

He hesitated a little, but then stated, "I came to apologize for my brother's ability to hurt every living thing in his path as he skateboards."

"Oh, it's all right!" Bubbles grinned. Her carefully placed façade was useless against me, but to him, she seemed happy. Bubbles from home was gone, Cheerleader Bubbles took her place instead.

"You sure you didn't get hurt?" He glanced at her, biting his lip unconsciously. He only had eyes for Bubbles, but I didn't mind.

"Yup!" Bubbles responded with a grin. "Do you go to the high school?" She asked.

"Yeah!" He grinned at her. Suddenly his grin dropped, "Oh crap! I've got to go get ready!"

He muttered something to himself, then glanced at us. "Uhh.. Nice meeting you guys! See you at school?" He waved once Bubbles nodded, turned around, and jogged back to his home.

Once he was out of our range, Bubbles let out a squeal that surprised me.

"Did you see him Buttercup?!" Her eyes sparkled and she smiled widely. She hadn't been this happy in a long time... Although I don't know why she was giggling just because of that boy.

"Oh I saw him all right," I dryly smirked, and played along. "And I think someone I know, really liked what she saw." Bubbles blushed a little and I laughed a little.

"Come on, let's get to the damn high school." I pretended not to notice, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw Bubbles couldn't contain her grin as we walked.

That made me happy, knowing she was happy.

After walking a bit, we finally reached Hell on earth. Also known as to teenagers everywhere, high school.

Our school rules were that we had to wait outside until the doors were unlocked, then we had to wait inside the school building until the first bell rang. Of course Bubbles and me made it to school as the doors were unlocked. While I decided to venture inside the school building, Bubbles stayed outside with her friends.

"Buttercup are you sure you're okay with me going off with the others?" Bubbles asked worriedly. Her cheerleading friends were waving at her, unaware of her worried mind.

"I'm fine, Bubbles." I smiled, trying to console her. "I have... Some friends. Go," I ushered her in the direction of the happy go lucky preppy girls.

"You sure?" She bit her lip in concentration. She was thinking of something.

"Yes, now go!" I grinned to make her stop worrying -about me, nonetheless. I was supposed to worry about her!

"Okay... If you say so!" She smiled and kissed my cheek. I made a big show of acting disgusted and wiping it off, but internally, I was elated I still had someone who cared enough for me.

Bubbles happily skipped to her friends while I was left to my lonesome. I quickly made my way through the clichéd cliques and levitated up the stairs to my locker.

The only reason Bubbles and me couldn't "fly" was because of the Professor. He forcibly injected Bubbles and me with Chemical Z -yes it was a pathetically dumb name.

Chemical Z, although stupid in name, was deadly to anyone who ever came into contact with Chemical X. And since we were essentially made from Chem. X, it would kill Bubbles and me.

The Professor injected enough to make us lose our extra abilities, such as: flying up high (my escape), laser eyes, talking to animals (Bubbles' favourite) and etc etc.

He thought we lost all our abilities, but super strength is something we retained.

Blossom, however, wasn't injected. Instead, she got Chemical Y. A chemical clinically made, carefully so it wouldn't kill her like Chem. Z. A chemical made to strengthen her, to give her more power than us. To empower her.

I shook my head at the evil thoughts of what I could to her and the professor if I had that much power and stuffed my unnecessary belongings into my locker.

"Hey Buttercup," I looked to my left to see the smirking grin of Lucy and the stiff expression of Lucian.

"What?" I simply replied, my uninterested mask in place. Lucy was... The school slut. Everyone knew who she was. Lucian was her quiet twin... Someone who I had lost my first kiss to.

"There's a party this friday at Rey's," Lucy looked at me as if I would do anything.

"So?" I raised an eyebrow.

"You're invited," she gave me a sly grin. The first bell rang and people started to fill the hallways to get class. I ignored them.

"Does it look like I give a shit?" I deadpanned. She blinked, clearly not used to the idea of being rejected.

"Don't talk to her like that," Lucian growled, his stance ready for a fight. Honestly, Lucian and me didn't even like each other when we kissed. It was a seven minutes in heaven dare. So, I didn't care that he growled at me.

"She's the one acting like I give a crap about that party. So what? Yeah, I'll probably go. Not like its any of her business." I ranted, fed up with this unnecessary idle chit-chat.

"You admit it! Ha you will go!" Lucy gleefully exclaimed. Her voice sounded malicious. Maybe she was plotting something?

"I do not want to waste my Friday night acting like a whore; like you. I have better things I do," I stated in one breath.

The warning bell rang; that meant only two minutes left to get to class. I couldn't afford to be late to my first period, history.

"That's my sister you're talking about! Shut up or talk with respect." Lucian growled.

"Whatever; I'm just wasting my time with you guys." I shut my locker door. "Leave me alone."

With that, as the final bell rang, I walked away.

"Miss. Utonium, glad you could find your way to my class," came the snarky voice of my history teacher. He was a Basketball coach, so that's what everyone called him, Coach.

Everyone looked up from the notes they were taking to glance at me.

"Please refrain from calling me that." I muttered to him and made my way to the back corner to my desk.

"Refrain from calling you what? Miss. Utonium?" He concedingly smirked.

"Miss. Utonium would make one assume that I am related to Blossom; that is something which I do not want." I pointedly glanced at him and continued to walk down the aisle.

"That is detention, Miss. Utonium," he looked at me. "For being late to class and disrupting precious learning time."

I rolled my eyes and proceeded to sit down when I notice someone else was already in my chair. With exaggerated movements, I walked to the desk in front of mine, and sat down.

Just as I did, I turned around in my chair so fast I wondered if I gave myself whiplash.

It was him. The boy in the green sweatshirt who nearly ran over Bubbles with his skateboard!

His head was down, as was his hood. This way, I got a full glimpse of his unkempt jet black hair. It was messy; tufts of hair stood up like someone was repeatedly running their fingers through his thick luscious hair.

His head was placed on the side, giving me a full view of the side of his face. He had a green ear bud in, loud familiar guitar riffs indicating he was listening to my favorite band.

His eyes were closed, framed with long thick eyelashes. I suddenly had an urge to find out the color of his eyes. His skin tone was a mix of tan and a sun kissed color that I had never seen before.

I was so engrossed in my staring, I hadn't noticed him siting up, his face cradled by his hands. His face had somewhat an amused yet angry expression.

"Are you done staring?" He spoke in a gruff tone -probably smoked- that sent shivers down my spine. What the hell was wrong with me?

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed and turned around, there was nothing else to say; I was caught red-handed checking him out. For the first time in a long time, my face turned pink from flushing. This was the first time in a loong time, my face hadn't turned pink from a slap.

"Miss. Utonium, why, may I ask, did you curse out loud in my class?" History-teacher-who-wishes-to-make-my-school life-Hell questioned. My face went back to pale in seconds.

I cleared my throat. "Nothing. Thought I saw something..." I trailed off.

"That is what one generally does, with eyes." Coach huffed and I swear to God I heard the guy behind me chuckling.

"Anyways, now that everyone's finishing up the notes," he pointedly glared at me. "I would like to announce the end of the year project that I like to do."

Que collective groans.

"This is an observing project, which is due two weeks from today. I want everyone partnered up," at this, whispers quickly flooded the room.

"I WILL CHOSE THE PARTNERS!" History teacher shouted and everyone shut up.

"You are to observe the other person in their natural habitat and make observations. You will then write a three page essay on how your partner is like any person from History. Compare them to Leonardo Di Vinci or even Hitler if you wish!"

A three page essay? I mentally groaned; my earlier embarrassment forgotten. In two weeks the Professor had some work thingy to do. There was no way in Hell I would invite my partner to my home.

As Coach was naming partners, I intently listened for my name. It was the very last one, and I was partnered up with someone I didn't even know. It was the second semester for craps sake! I should know everyone in my history class!

"Michaela Reed and Aiden Thompson. Sally McGrady and Joshua Tran. Buttercup Utonium and Ryder Jo."

Ryder, Ryder, Ryder... Aha! So the boy behind me was this Ryder! Because of my earlier embarrassment from the check-out fest, I pretended to glance around the room for Ryder Jo.

"Behind you, dumbass." I heard a gruff conceding voice bark.

I turned around to retort, a sharp witty comeback on my lips when I saw his whole face.

That sharp, witty comeback died.

Extra long chapter today! :) you guys should feel honored! Haha I wrote this on my ipod, while going on a two hour long road trip, so be impressed!

I know Buttercup and Bubbles sound really bi-polar, like happy one second, and sad the next. But just remember -they live afraid at home. Out in the streets, they're the Power Puff Girls! They can't let anyone know what their home life is like :)

please excuse any mistakes. i will edit this chapter ASAP :)

Thanks for reading & tell me whatcha think!

-xoxo frostyyy