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Boomer meets an old acquaintance.

Chapter 9

"Another day of this stupid-ass class and still no luck with Miss Stuck-up", thought Boomer, tapping his pen irritably on his desk.

He had been staring at Blossom for the past few minutes, his gaze intent enough to bore a hole through the back of her head. She of course, remained blissfully unaware, focused only on the teacher.

Today's Physics class was especially dull. Mr. Brown's voice was so dreary that it was all Boomer could do from keeping his eyes open. How did these people not fall asleep? Even a nerd shouldn't be able to endure the old man's monotonous drones. He looked around to see the other students feverishly taking down notes, their noses almost pressed against their books, pens scribbling away in a fury. Obviously he was wrong.

"Tch. I must be the only one here who doesn't take any of this seriously." He said quietly. Back in his old school, he'd mostly been surrounded by students who weren't as keen on paying attention in class. Sure, there had been plenty of kiss asses too, who would sit right at the front, looking up at the teacher like hungry puppies striving for attention. But it had been pretty well balanced; with a mix of all sorts of kids attending the classes.

Thanks to his brother's plan though, here he had to sit with the geeks, all of whom were so different from him that he seemed to stick out rather painfully.

Although to be fair, he probably had it better than Butch. From what his brother had told him, the art classes sounded like an absolute mess. Of course, Butch wasn't about to let that affect him. He'd barely spent 5 minutes on his "art" yesterday, something that the kids had been assigned to work on for some lame school event. Brick had tried convincing him to put in some extra effort so he could impress Bubbles, and for that he had received a painful whack on the head.

The subject had been carefully avoided after that.

Not being able to help himself, Boomer glanced back at Blossom. Her refusal to even acknowledge his presence was beginning to grate on him.

There she sat; hanging on to every word the professor spoke and occasionally writing some of it down. Her back was so stiff, he wondered if it would kill her to just relax a little. Did she even know how to let her hair down? Probably not. Not even in the literal sense, in fact. Her hair was always tied up in a ponytail or braided tightly, so as not to let too many wayward strands escape their confines.

As he sat there watching her and thinking about it, Blossom's hand came up to brush a few strands of her hair away from her face, tucking them neatly behind her ear.

Running a hand through his own blonde hair (1), he reflected over all the things he had learned about Blossom from other girls in the class. Damn, she was so straight laced; it was no wonder that guys never asked her out. What dude in his right mind would want to go on a date with someone who, halfway through, would remind him that she needed to go home early and work on her assignments? Hell, she would probably not even say yes in the first place, excusing herself on grounds of work and club duty.

Did nothing ever break through her icy demeanor? She was passionate alright, but only for work. Everything else, she treated with a cool nonchalance. She had a way about her, as if to declare that she regarded anything other than her work and duty, of no worth whatsoever.

What would it be like, he wondered; if someone could ruffle her feathers just a little? Would she be as calm and composed if a guy flirted with her? Or maybe even tried to kiss her? Would she be her cool, confident self if he happened to loosen her ponytail, letting her long hair fall over his shoulders as he pulled her strongly against his body? Or would she struggle, trying to break free from him, all the while trembling with arousal, her body betraying her. Would she start moaning when he forced his lips on hers, her struggles weakening with each rasping stroke of his tongue?(2) And when he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to his chest, encircling her in the heat of his body, would she finally stop trying to get away and lean in towards him? Cooing at the pleasure of his warmth and giving in to his kisses?

Boomer didn't even realize when his mind slowly replaced that faceless man holding Blossom, with an image of himself. Suddenly, it was he who had the redhead in his arms. It was he who ran his hands through the length of her hair, and pulled at it, jerking her head backwards and baring her neck for his kisses. She trembled in his arms, gasping as he roughly brought his lips down, tongue darting out to taste her skin. He could almost hear her sighing with pleasure, grasping the collar of his shirt weakly to support herself.

His breaths started coming out in shallow pants. Belatedly, he realized that he was getting aroused.

"Damn it! What the fuck! I guess I've been without a girl for way too long. Getting aroused in the middle of a mind-numbingly boring class and by the likes of that ice-queen!"

He mentally shook his head to get rid of the images. Trying to calm himself down, he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, glancing around to check if anyone had noticed him fidgeting.

His gaze met with a pair of dark eyes, looking back.

The girl smiled at him, and before he could respond with one of his own, gave him a tiny wink.

"I remember this one." thought Boomer. "I'd seen her on the first day of my class here, but not since."

He looked at the girl a little more closely. She had reddish brown hair, falling on her shoulders in a mass of carefully styled curls. Her dress was pale yellow with a subtle sheen of gold—a little shorter than would be deemed appropriate for school—and held tightly at her waist with a lacy black belt. It looked rather expensive. Certainly not something most girls could afford to wear (3).

There was something vaguely familiar about her. Boomer couldn't quite put his finger on it though. Perhaps he'd talk to her after class and find out who she was.

At least it would beat trying to talk to Blossom.

In fact, maybe he should give the whole Blossom thing a rest for the time being. It wasn't like his brothers had made any progress with her sisters anyway. He was willing to bet that he'd have Blossom in the palm of his hands way before the other two could make a move.

He watched as said girl rose from her seat and walked to the blackboard to solve a particularly nasty looking problem that the teacher had given them.

On second thoughts, maybe he shouldn't start placing bets just yet.

XXX

After the class, Boomer walked up to the girl who had winked at him earlier.

"Hey there", he said pleasantly. "Didn't I get into trouble with the teacher on my first day of class here, because of you?"

She responded by laughing softly, her eyes flashing at him with interest.

"Yes, as a matter of fact you did. And I didn't even get to tell you how sorry I was. Maybe I should buy you a cup of coffee by way of an apology, hm?"

"Wow, she really doesn't waste any time does she?" Boomer thought, his eyes twinkling with amusement. Out loud he said, "Well, I'm not the kind who would refuse an apology from such a pretty girl." If this girl wanted to flirt with him, he might as well play along. Things were pretty dull right now anyway, and Blossom wasn't budging an inch. He ought to be allowed to take a break and have some fun of his own.

"Before I can accept though, I should properly introduce myself. I'm Boomer Jojo." he said, extending a hand towards her. "And your name is?"

The girl placed her heavily manicured hand lightly in his. "We really don't need formal introductions Boomer Jojo. After all, we aren't exactly strangers. We've met before." She said, with a hint of teasing in her voice.

Boomer cocked an eyebrow. "Is that so? I'm surprised I don't remember a face like yours. Did we meet somewhere in Citiesville while I was living there?"

The girl smirked at him. "Oh, not at all. We met right here in Townsville. But I can understand why you wouldn't remember me. I mean, it was such a long time ago. We were only kids back then."

Kids eh?

She watched as realization dawned on Boomer's face.

"Wait a minute. Are you…Princess? Princess Morbucks? The bratty kid who used to keep whining about wanting to be a Powerpuff girl? Is that really you?"

Princess clicked her tongue; irritated by his description of her younger self. "Yes, that's me alright." She sniffed. "Although I'm waaaay past my phase of wanting to join those losers." She added nastily.

Boomer laughed.

"Damn, I can't believe it. Never thought I'd find another familiar face here. It's just been so long really. How have you been? Still filthy rich I assume?"

"Of course!" Princess said, the familiar arrogance finally breaking through. "As if my daddy would ever lose all our money. In fact, we're richer than before. Daddy recently acquired some very expensive piece of land in Dubai to add to our growing collection."

Boomer whistled. "That sounds pretty awesome. Maybe I should ask your dad to adopt me. Heaven knows I'm always short on cash. Sure wouldn't mind having someone taking care of all my expenses."

"You certainly don't need to get adopted by my Daddy for that", Princess smiled, her hand running softly along Boomer's arm. "You could just come to me for that you know. I'd only be happy to help." She looked up at him, her eyelids slightly lowered.

Boomer was an experienced man. When a girl was interested in him, he knew how to read the signs. Even with someone who was extremely shy, he could tell when they wanted to spend time with him, long before they realized it themselves.

With Princess, he didn't need to look carefully to notice any hints. Her expression was so loud and clear that she might as well have been screaming at the top of her voice, declaring that she wanted to sleep with him.

"Well, maybe I'll take you up on that offer sometime." he laughed. Quickly changing the subject, he said, "How come you're in advanced Physics though? I didn't know you were so interested in science."

Princess grinned, "Oh, I'm not interested in it at all. I'm just taking it since it looks good on my report card. Daddy wants his little girl to have the best possible education, so he can show his friends how smart his daughter is."

"Best possible education? Here in Townsville? Why not go somewhere abroad for that?"

"Well, because of the Powerpuff bitches our school has gotten very popular. A lot of people are trying to get their children enrolled here. In fact, I'm surprised you got admission yourself, since the competition is so fierce."

"We aren't exactly regular students ourselves." Boomer said with a smirk. "But you know Princess, in order to have an exemplary report card; you'll also need good grades. How do you hope to do that if you keep missing classes?"

"Hah! Do you really think I need to worry about something so trivial? Honey, there is absolutely nothing in this world that money can't buy. Arranging to have good grades is nothing compared to the things we can do with our money. Plus, my daddy is good friends with the board of directors. They have arranged everything so that I hardly ever need to come to school. In fact, the only reason I keep coming here is so I can meet cute guys like you." She declared cheekily, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Uh, well, how nice for you." said Boomer, pulling her arms free from around him. He usually didn't mind when a girl was forthcoming about what she wanted. In fact, he was all for women being bold and asking him out. But Princess was starting to make him feel a bit uncomfortable. "I suppose you get the best grades in class because of all your money and connections?" he added, knowing full well that she didn't.

The smile on her face tightened. "No. Daddy has tried talking his friends into arranging for me to become the best student in the class, but they say they can't do that. The Powerpuff girls' popularity gives the school a good business, so they're reluctant to tamper with their marks. Blossom, with the giant rod up her ass, is the best student. All the teachers love her and her sisters."

Despite himself, Boomer was glad. Blossom worked way too hard to have her grades lowered because of some spoiled little, rich girl.

"Well, I suppose money can't buy everything." he said with a smile, inwardly laughing at the sour expression on Princess' face.

Still smiling, he turned around to leave, only to find Blossom looking at him with a frown on her face.

Realizing that he had noticed her watching him, she quickly averted her eyes.

XXX

Blossom had stayed back in class with a few other students who had wanted to discuss the problem she had solved earlier. She had been explaining to them the solution when she noticed Boomer walking up to Princess.

Princess Morbucks, one of the Powerpuffs' old enemies, hadn't really changed much. She was still very much the spoiled rich girl who believed that the world revolved around her, simply because of her father's money. Unfortunately, most of the time she did get away with a lot of things that would otherwise have earned punishment from the teachers. She regularly skipped classes and sometimes walked right out of a classroom while the teacher was speaking, without so much as a word. Her clothes were a subject of much consternation and complaints. She was always seen sporting short, revealing dresses, highly inappropriate for school. Not to mention her expensive bags and accessories that she would show off to other students, often mocking them for never being able to afford anything of the sort. Not surprisingly, she didn't have many friends, just a couple of the fairly richer kids who followed her around all the time.

What the students talked about the most, however, was Princess' habit of sleeping around with the guys in school. That itself wouldn't have been such a problem, if it hadn't been for her pattern of stealing someone else's boyfriend.

Princess was known to break up relationships. Either by using her money, or by dressing revealingly and tempting the boys, she would often go for the ones who were committed, simply because they presented a challenge. She liked to amuse herself by seeing how long it could take her to break their willpower. More often than not, their resistance crumbled.

When Boomer walked over to her, Blossom was concerned with what they might talk about. Princess hadn't really done anything to harm the Powerpuffs in a very long time, but it was known how much she still despised them. If she were to get friendly with the Rowdyruff Boys, together they could prove to be a threat.

She couldn't really hear what they were talking about. Deciding against using her super-hearing to eavesdrop, she contented herself by scrutinizing their behavior around each other.

She watched as Boomer extended his hand, which princess daintily put hers in. A few minutes later she started sliding it up his arm. They seemed to be laughing quite a lot, hitting it off pretty well by the looks of it.

Then, while still talking, Princess wrapped her arms around Boomer's neck.

Blossom found herself feeling slightly annoyed. Princess was a slut, everyone knew that. She probably didn't have any qualms about carrying on publicly if given the chance. But didn't Boomer at least possess even an ounce of dignity?

Who was she kidding; he was just as big a flirt as princess, if not bigger. He probably enjoyed all the attention immensely. Blossom had hoped that after that first day, Boomer would start trying to perform a little better in class. Of course, it wasn't because she was concerned about his grades. The only purpose it would have served was proving that the boys really were interested in being normal teenagers. It would have meant that their transfer to Pokey Oaks High had nothing to do with wanting to hurt the Powerpuff girls.

Blossom had been thoroughly disappointed with Boomer's behavior. He would spend most of his time just staring blankly at the teacher, or looking around at the other students. The only reason he never dared take a nap in class was because Mr. Brown would have called him on it and scolded him in front of everyone. That man could be quite scary when he wanted to be. When the teacher wasn't in, he'd talk and laugh with the other girls. Already, some of the girls in her class had started developing a crush on him, always talking about him at every opportunity. Some of them had even tried to make Blossom join in their conversation, but she had tactfully changed the subject.

While recalling the most recent account, when her friends had debated on whether or not they should dare each other to ask Boomer out, she missed Boomer's sudden shift in position when he pulled Princess' arms free from around his neck.

After a minute, he turned around.

He was now looking back at Blossom and she saw his eyes widen slightly. A little flustered, she glanced away, resuming her conversation with her friends who had been busy copying down the equations for the problem.

XXX

Boomer hadn't quite been able to read the expression on Blossom's face.

Not that it mattered.

She had looked at him. She had finally looked at him, even if for mere seconds. Feeling weirdly thrilled, he looked back at where Princess was pouting at him.

"So, when are we going for our coffee?" she asked.

Boomer's smile grew wider.

"You know what? I think I'm in the mood for some coffee right now. Let's go."

Random notes

1) When I wrote this, it was just a happy accident, but on reading it again I realized that Boomer has started to unconsciously mimic Blossom's actions. So I edited it to make it sound like he has started looking at her a lot more during class.

At first he used to do it in attempts of catching her eye so he would be able to elicit a smile out of her. But now, he watches her even though he knows she won't look back at him. He watches her, just because. Even he doesn't really have a reason as to why he finds himself glancing back at her, every few minutes.

2) I think some of the readers may not like this, seeing that he's kind of forcing himself on her. But then, he's only imagining it. For now at least. He's wondering if Blossom would act the same way she does all the time, if she were to engage in something of this sort, or behave differently.

Also, what I'm trying to show here is how Blossom's attitude is beginning to bring out a different side to Boomer. Normally, he's the kind who is all boy-next-door-y with his cuteness, smiles and charm when around a girl. It's precisely his pleasant and flirtatious personality that draws girls towards him. But in this scene, he's not feeling like he usually does. He doesn't want to be pleasant, he wants to be rough.

Blossom's coolness is beginning to slowly affect Boomer. It's subtle yet, but perhaps this will grow?

3) I'll bet most of you have already guessed by this point, who this new person is. Yellow dress? Reddish brown hair?