Author's Note:

Miyoreos1023: I AM SO SORRY! I posted the chapter a day late and I forgot to add an apology on the author's note.

Stphne: dude…we had a huge take home exam to finish. I'm sure our readers won't be too pissed off..

Miyoreos1023: Well in that case, here's chapter 7! I hope you enjoy it!

Stphne: We don't own the PPG or anything except Tine, Gina, mailbox man, that dog that never really shows up, Chris, and Seb. Is that all?

Miyoreos1023: I think so….

Stphne: good….fucking disclaimer…

Miyoreos1023: language…

Stphne: Oh shut up


Chapter 7: Stupid Cupid…

Another day, another school lunch period. I viciously stabbed my meat with the cheap-o plastic fork the school provided us only to have it fold in half due to the pressure. Remember back in Middle school how they used to provide us with real utensils like metal forks? Now those could take a beating.

Smarty-pants dabbed her mouth delicately as she finished off her 100% fruit cup. "Now remember, girls: avoid the town water supply at all costs. Every one has their water bottles?"

Rolling my eyes, I pulled out the plastic bottle our of my messenger bag. Bubbles nodded enthusiastically before pulling out an identical-looking bottle. "Check!" she said.

Blossom nodded once. "Good. Do you suppose we should tell Tina and Gina?"

Scoffing, I replied, "Naw, their mom's super overprotective. She won't even let Tina and Gina touch a water fountain, let alone drink from it. Makes 'em drink water imported from the Swiss Alps."

Blossom nodded absent mindedly, "Yeah, it's probably best not to worry them…"

"Hey guys," called a high spirited Gina as she set down her AP Biology text book on the table and sat down between Bubbles and Blossom.

"Hey," Tina said as she sat down next to me, stealing a fry off my tray.

"Go get you own fucking tray!" I snarled at her, pulling my tray away.

"Bitch." She scoffed back at me.

"Hooker."

"Butch-lover."

I glared at Tina, a growl escaping my throat. "You better take that back."

"Woah, Buttercup!" Tina replied eyes wide and hands in front of her in defense, "I jest! I jest!" Huffing, I turned back to my meal of meat and potatoes and dug back in. "What's up with her?" I heard her attempt to whisper to Bubbles.

"I can still hear you, you know."

"Oh good, that means we don't have to whisper." Tina came back. Growling, I viciously stabbed my meat harder. "Okay, seriously though. What's up?"

"Oh nothing," Blossom smoothly cut in. "She's probably just upset about the Coach making you guys play the boy's lacrosse team this afternoon."

"What?!" Tina shouted, clearly upset at the news. "They're sexist pigs! They always stare at our asses as we run around the field, making ball handling jokes!"

"Hence the bad mood, you freak." Yes, Tina was my friend and yes, you shouldn't treat friends this way, but this is what happens when your coach forces you to practice lacrosse with the men's – or should I say boy's – team. Fucking Coaches with their fucking 'ideas'.

Tina groaned in response, slamming her head down on the table. "Fuck my life."

I saw Blossom tense out of the corner of my eye, trying to keep from telling Tina to mind her language. "Watch your mouth, Tina!" Gina reprimanded her, reaching across the table and high-fiving Blossom. Tina moaned loudly in response.

"It can't be that bad, Tina." Bubbles tried, "I mean, at least they're not hideous looking." Oh she didn't know the half of it. Tina moaned some more in the face of Bubbles' optimism.

"'s not the point, Bubbles," her muffled words came out before she propped her head on her hands. "The point is that those pig-headed boys will grope us the entire practice, claiming that they were just trying to get the ball and, seeing as how it's actually a legitimate excuse, the coaches will slap the boys on the wrist and tell them not to do it again which they disregard and continue to do just that."

"At least," I said as my left eyebrow rose, "until Tina or I punch their fucking lights out."

"Yeah, that's the spirit!" Bubbles cried, not really listening to what I was saying.

"Buttercup!" Blossom exclaimed. Unfortunately it seems that she was actually listening to what I was saying.

Suddenly, Gina sat straight in her seat. "Oh, crap!" she shouted, seemingly distressed as something. "I forgot!"

Tina raised an eyebrow in her directing, wearily turning her head to face her bubbly stepsister. "What did you forget, now?"

"Christian wanted to compare AP Biology answers with me earlier today!"

Crinkling my nose, I replied, "Christian? That nerd? Why'd you want to do that?" Gina gave me a scathing look.

"Just because he's smart doesn't mean you can make fun of him."

"Yeah, yeah." I dismissed her, waving my hand until a devious thought entered my mind. "You know," I started, leaning into the table to get closer to Gina, "He probably had a crush on you." I could see Gina's cheeks turn a pale shade of red. I smirked. "I bet right now all Christian wants to do is give you a big, ol' smooch right on th-"

"Look!" She exclaimed, jumping out of her seat and effectively interrupting me. Could she get any ruder? "There he is! Heading towards the water fountain! I better go right now!"

Running in the direction she saw him go, I called after her, "Have fun with lover-boy!" Snickering to myself, I turned around only to meet with three sets of eyes: two of them glares and one of them amused. "What?" I questioned, returning to stab my meat again. Bubbles and Blossom sadly shook their heads at me as I turned to Tina. "What did I do now?"
Smiling, Tina slapped me good-naturedly on the back. "Nothing, Buttercup, nothing at all."


"Come on girls! Keep those legs moving!" I shouted behind me over my shoulder. "Only 1 kilometer more!" I could hear the groans of agony over my shoulder. Smiling, I kicked up the pace a little bit more. It was lacrosse season and I wasn't about to let something as trivial as an aversion to running stop my team from beating those fucking perverts.

I could hear the team huffing behind me as we finally reached the field. Wiping the light sheen of sweat off my brow, I turned to face my team. "Okay, guys, it seems that the coach has decided that it would be 'beneficial' to our team to play the boy's lacrosse team in a 'friendly' scrimmage." A chorus of groaning and general disagreement rang out amongst my teammates.

"But Buttercup, they always grope us!" General shouts of agreement rose with the statement.

Smirking, I shouted back at the group, "Well, then we'll just have to grope them right back!"

Silence fell over the group. I could hear the birds chirping and, very distantly, I could hear the moo of a cow. You never really had complete silence when you had super powers. Glancing at my girls, I noticed a devious smile falling on their faces.

"You know…I've never thought of that."

"Damn straight you haven't! And if it back fires we'll just 'accidentally' loose control of our crosses and hit them in the balls."

"I like that one better!" Tina called out. I rolled my eyes. Naturally she would.

"Let's go!" With an uplifting cheer, the Townsville Lacrosse Pokies Female Division stormed onto the field finally coming face-to-face with the enemy.

Rounding into my position as the center mid-fielder, I came face-to-face with my opponent.

"Hey, Blubberbutt, sure you'll be able bounce fast enough to compete with me?"

"As if that were a problem, Bitch; you're the slowest thing alive."

"Just face it, Blubbercup, girls will never be as good as boys. It's scientifically proven."

My eyes narrowed into his as the boys' coach approached us. "Just try us." I replied back.

"Okay, guys. You know the rules. Let's have a clean, friendly game; oh, and no super powers." I smirked in excitement. The bitch's boys had no clue what was about to happen.

Blowing the whistle, I immediately lunged for the ball, scooping it into my net. Running backward I searched for an opening. "Tina!" I called, locating a pretty legit looking opening. "The green's making my ass too wide, I'm thinking about going purple!" Throwing the ball in a perfect arc, I watched in satisfaction as it soared over the fucking Bitch's head and into the net of Tina. Running, Tina shot ahead of the defensive player who was guarding her and passed to her left.

The ball whipped around the field, flying over the boy's heads until it was almost in front of the goal. "Come on! Let's end this shit!" I cried, jabbing my crosse into the air. We were finally at the goal; it was just my girl versus his goalie. Throwing it with all her might, my mind watched in slow motion as the ball sailed into the upper left-hand corner of the goal, slipping right past his fingers.

"Fuck, yes!" I screamed, running towards the girl who had scored. Passing Butch, I hit his shin sharply with my stick. "Scientifically proven, eh?" Sauntering away, I could hear a growl in form in the back of his throat.

The atmosphere in the girls' locker room was tense as we filed in from the field. The game had just ended a few minutes ago in a tie, something the never happened but was forced on us due to time constraints. Grabbing my lock, I twisted the dial causing the face of it to fly off and leave a large dent in the wall. "God damn it," I swore, melting the rest of the lock off. I was probably going to get talked to about that but right now I couldn't give a flying fuck about it.

Slamming herself down on the bench, Tina ripped out the hair tie causing her dark locks to fall down around her face. "Fuck," she said.

"Fuck," I agreed.

Twisting open her Swiss-alps water bottle, Tina pulled a face as she got the last few drops off of it. "I'll be back, I'm kind of thirsty." Standing up, she made her way outside, trying to get all the sweat evaporated from it by ruffling her hair slightly.

Pulling off my jersey, I threw on my normal t-shirt and jeans. I zipped open my sports duffel bag, throwing my grass-and-dirt-stained covered uniform it and pulling out one of my spare lock.

Suddenly I gasped. Zooming through the girl's locker room at super speed – school rules be damned – I headed in search of the water fountain. Fuck. If Tina drank some of that water, well, I shudder to think what might happen. Spotting the water fountain, I noticed a dark haired boy in a lacrosse jersey bent over drinking from it, Tina right behind him. Heaving a sigh of relief, I couldn't help but notice Tina was tapping her foot impatiently, glaring at the boy in front of her.

"God, how long are you going to drink from it! You've been going at it for like, five minutes! You might try saving a little water for the rest of us." Pulling his head back, the boy spun around with his mouth open for a retort. Oh, fuck.

"First off, who the fuck died and made you dictator of the earth's water supply? Because who the fuck did obviously didn't know what he was doing since you're obviously…" His eyes landed on Tina, his tirade stopping short, "the most beautiful sports goddess I've ever seen."

"Was that supposed to hurt? Seriously, you need help."

"I'd do anything for you."

Staring at him in disgust, Tina back away from the boy, "Fuck, you're creepy."

"No, I'm Seb as in Sebastian. And you are Tina!" He exclaimed, coming closer to her.

"Alright!" I cried, deciding it was well past time to intervene, "Looks like we have to go, right Tina?" Tina looked at me suspiciously though the stare was not without gratitude.

"Right, Buttercup." Tina said, walking towards me.

"It was nice meeting you, Seb. You have a nice day." Grabbing Tina's forearm, I pulled her away from the love-struck boy. "I'll explain it all later." I muttered to Tina as Seb yelled his goodbye to his 'fair, lacrosse-playing nymph' causing me to snort in amusement. Tina glared at me harshly. "What?" I started defensively, "You have to admit. It's kind of funny."

"No, no it's not." Tina stated coldly, ripping her arm from my grasp. "And don't think I'll just forget about this."

Smiling amusedly, I replied, "No, I don't imagine you would. Not for a long time if even then."