"Already?" Blossom's wide eyes expressed happiness, with a touch of bewilderment. Her voice was loud, but compared to others in the classroom, she was talking with an indoor voice. Though she was speechless, and maybe a little too excited about joining the school council early, she made sure she didn't jump out the roof or do her own little victory dance.

"Yeah, they decided to just move the due date two weeks ahead. But since you're already in the program, there's nothing to worry about!" Said Mr. Jones with a satisfied smile playing at his lips.

So now that she's got all that out of the way, all there's to do is to show up next afternoon at the welcome meeting.

But still...Blossom couldn't help but think, what if her grades were better last year? Surely nothing would have changed right? It was only expected, she was deeply affected and she was sure that it wasn't long before she went into a mental breakdown. Yet, now that Blossom thinks about it, she should have just focused on school -at least it would have served as a distraction from what was really going on, right?

Blossom shook her her head at the thought. How could she think like that? She still got into student council; she should be screaming with joy -mentally of course.

"I'll leave you to it, okay?" Mr. Jones piped up immediately taking Blossom away from her thoughts. "O-Of course, Mr. Jones!" And with that, she was left alone once again doing her schoolwork in the form of paperwork. Lots of paperwork -but alas, she didn't mind. It was just another way to prove everyone that she could handle anything in her way, even if it's a tragic event that would ruin part of her mentality -even if she didn't show it.

"Blossom Utonium, was it?" A deep calm voice startled her from behind. She turned abruptly only to find it was none other than Boomer himself. She frowned both mentally and physically, after those stunts he pulled (of course not on purpose), she despised him, but no hatred or grudges since it was the smallest of things. But enough to anger her and make her want to yell his ear out of existence. Again, something she wouldn't do with the calm and collected side of her.

"Yes, it is." Blossom wanted nothing to do with the conversation, and she tried to give him hints with small talk.

"My name's Boomer." He said with a large amount of pride. However, Blossom only hummed in response. Boomer took it as a sign to keep talking; completely and utterly mistaken.

"I take it you're the quiet and shy one, am I right?" To be honest he didn't expect her to answer it. He expected her to blush madly. Who wouldn't? He was one of the most 'hottest' boys in high school as some girls like to put it. And along with his looks, also came that charming personality of his. So kind, so modest, so manly...that was his facade. He's broken so many hearts from different girls, so maybe that's why he 'thought' Blossom was just another girl with a shy quiet demeanor. Because he's dealt with that kind of girl before. But even his preference came to a certain limit. His reputation was important to hold, so messing with those kinds of girls was never an option.

"Only people who don't know me would say that." Blossom started without leaving her paperwork. Boomer was more than surprised by the answer but his expression quickly softened and smiled that heart-warming smile. But someone like Blossom was smart enough to say that smile was beyond fake. "If I were you, I wouldn't jump to conclusions when you first meet someone. You don't who they really are or how their personality really is," she paused and looked at the boy in front of her, "I could assume you were the annoying type who like to charm girls with that fake smile of yours. But again, I could be wrong couldn't I?" She expected for him to frown and tell her off or something. Even making fun of her...but he didn't. He smiled.

"That was unexpected." Indeed it was, Blossom thought. "And I think it's safe to say I've learned my lesson from a beautiful girl." Blossom looked unphased at the compliment, but her mind was puzzled. "So in return, I'd like to learn more about you. Maybe we have more things in common then we thought. How 'bout it?"

"No thanks." The redheaded girl quickly responded as soon as the words left his tongue. She stood up with the papers in hand ready to leave the classroom as the bell rang. But a gentle yet strong hand placed itself above her elbow. She turned to him with an annoyed and confused look, but before she could question it he spoke.

"Then I challenge you." At this Blossom rose her eyebrow, yet she didn't want to leave just yet. She became interested in what he had to say. Nobody's ever challenged her to do anything.

"To see who's better. Just you and me." Blossom almost wanted to laugh in his face. For a moment there she thought he was actually getting to something. She shrugged his hand off of her and continued on her journey. But she thought about it secretly. Maybe it'd be a good idea -maybe he could serve as a stupid excuse for distraction from all the pain. She abruptly stopped in the doorway of the Agriculture-based classroom. Her head turned fully to him but her body stayed put.

"I accept."

Bubbles sat in her seat in the Art classroom. Since she started school she could only say that things weren't going as easy as they did on the first day of school -and she didn't expect it to. Robin Snyder continued to not only hang out with Bubbles but also become friends with Blossom and Buttercup, Bubbles did make a many more acquaintances and friends, but she hung out with Robin the most.

Just as she was about to speak to Robin, a shoulder bumped into her. She could tell it wasn't an accident but on purpose. Robin furrowed her eyebrows at the person behind bubbles.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there. Maybe if you moved out of the way I wouldn't have pushed you." That sickening voice, Bubbles didn't recognize it, and part of her didn't want to find out, but she forced herself to turn around only to find a curly redheaded girl with big brown eyes staring straight into her soul as she smirked.

Bubbles opened her mouth to say something when all of the sudden a manly hand grabbed hold of the girl's shoulder roughly. She turned to face the one and only, Butch. She frowned in distaste, "Excuse m-"

She stopped speaking once she saw that glare in his eyes. He was serious and most of all, he had 'danger' written all over him, nobody dared to anger him in such a mood. Princess Morbucks was included. So instead of making a snarky remark, she pushed past him and into her seat which was at his table where most of his friends and her friends sat. Basically the 'cool table' or something.

"Um...thanks?" Bubbles managed to whisper to the boy who was now walking away with his hands in his jeans front pockets. And even if her voice was there, she could tell he heard by that deep snicker she heard. She slowly turned her head to Robin who questioned Butch's' actions just now.

Bubbles didn't dare turn around to figure out if he was still looking at her with the same glare he gave Princess, but she could tell he was. She could almost feel that burning sensation from the glare. And to be honest, it scared the crap out of her. If she didn't feel uncomfortable before, she was sure she did now.

But surely one glance wouldn't hurt, right?

Without warning, she snuck once glance over to his table, and luckily he was conversing with his friends, not looking over her like the other day. He was laughing and smirking at whatever they were saying until Princess opened her mouth, and Bubbles clearly heard what she said.

"Hey, Butch, I think blondie over there is starin' at ya." As soon as the last word came out Butch looked directly at Bubbles with a serious face that was now drained of any humor it held just moments ago. The shy girl gulped silently and turned around just as fast.

But even so, Butch glared at the back of her head. How clueless could she be? Guess he'd have to find out, wouldn't he?

"Princess Morbucks, Butch Jojo, Bubbles Utonium, please face the front. I don't want to have to send anyone to detention." The Art teacher clarified now getting the attention of everyone making everyone snicker. Bubbles held her breath and gulped in pure embarrassment.

Still unknown by her, the green-eyed boy relaxed his body into the chair and continued to look at her from the corner of his eye, even as he laughed at something the boy next to him said. And even if he gave her the clue of being untouchable and fierce, he didn't feel that way towards her.

He felt sympathy, pity- something that's hard to get out of a boy like Butch. Of course, he didn't show it...but he had his reasons as to why he felt that way.

Buttercup scowled at the clock above the teacher's desk. Just twenty-five more minutes, and she was off to another class. Her elbows were on her desk while her arms were crossed to make an annoyed expression. First period was always the worst, literally, she would pick math over this shit of a class. Or rather the teacher. Oh, how Buttercup despised that damn teacher. If not anyone else, she was the only one that was always picked on by him. Ugh, she thought out of frustration.

She bit her lip as hard as she could without drawing blood. Her first history test and she was sure she'd pass -after all, Blossom had forced her to study that night, thank goodness. She had already finished way ahead of anyone else, but she was sure she wasn't going to turn it in just yet. If she did, no doubt the 30-looking-year-old-man would give her more work to do.

She was itching to leave the class so, so bad, at least move or something instead of sitting here doing nothing. Her eyes landed in a basket near on the teacher's desk, that thing carried everyone's phone to make sure no one would cheat. That's was the only distraction she brought from home to school. That was allowed, anyway. Her hands grasped her head in complete frustration. She hated not having anything to do, and not only that -the silence in the room was practically begging to be broken by a mad Buttercup.

"Having trouble, Buttercup?" A deep manly voice said from the front of the classroom. Great, fucking great. Buttercup faked a smile in which she put no effort in. "No, sir. Perfectly fine."

All in all, Buttercup was going to avoid any more work.

Everybody turned their heads to them. Even the redhead in front of her sneaked a glance at her.

"Really? Because to me, it looks like you were looking at Ace's paper."

What?! Buttercup was one percent from utterly destroying him. "...I'm sorry, what?" She was getting all fired up, her blood was boiling beyond 100 celsius, her heart was ready to burst with bottled hatred for the teacher.

"I saw you looking at his paper, Buttercup. No denying it." He continued with a serious killer face. "This classroom is only for bright and smart students -and you are not one. I suggest you get your act together before I report you to the Principle."

Buttercup was fuming, he always accused her on everything, and believe me -she was not looking for trouble at the moment. She was looking forward to joining sports, and if the old man had the guts to actually tell the principle, she wouldn't know what else to do as a distraction from school and staying active.

"Sir...I think you're mistaken," Brick turned to look at Buttercup with a raised eyebrow as to question her actions, "I've already finished. Ace hasn't even gone past question number five." She was grinding her teeth so tightly. "And how would you know that?" That time, it wasn't the teacher, it was Brick. He glared at her and she refused to look at him. The older male smirked at Buttercup as Brick continued to speak, "Admit it Buttercup, you cheated."

The black-haired teen frowned but took deep unnoticeable breaths in.

"You're right." She admitted even though it was all made up crap. She stood up and walked to the teacher handing him the finished paper then heading to her seat but not before giving Brick the deadliest glare she could give. She didn't want trouble, for god sake's she just wanted a fresh start. And if that meant admitting to a lie, she would do it.

Brick went back to his own work as did everyone else in the class, but he was more than bewildered. He didn't expect that from her, and he hated unexpected things that gave him a bad vibe. In this case, Buttercup carried bad vibes everywhere she walked.

"One-hundred." The man said aloud, and even though he shrugged it off as nothing, he was sure it'd be one of the few hundreds anyone else has had on this test today.

Buttercup smirked to herself and looked out the window, Brick sneaking a look at her only to have her smirking back at him.

At that moment...the hatred for each other only grew.

Hey, so I know I haven't been uploading anything for awhile, and to be honest, it was because I was really unsure about this chapter. I wasn't really happy about it, and I'm still not, but I'd be happy to hear some suggestions from ya'll!

But anyway, I'm thinking about uploading a chapter every Saturday or at least getting a decent schedule to post something, but no promises!

There still may be delays here and there, but I'll try my best to upload a chapter every 1-2 weeks.

Sorry for letting ya'll down! :(

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