It was Thursday afternoon and there was ten more minutes until the end of the school day. The students in the 9th grade algebra class were being extremely loud and obnoxious. Well, that is to be expected, they are freshmen after all. Everything appeared to be normal, that was until you found out that they were three grown 11th graders stuck in that class.

The teacher came up from his desk and cleared his throat.

"Okay class, I will now pass back your tests from last week."

He walked around the room and gave each student a folded up piece of paper.

Bubbles quickly reached over and picked up her test, as soon as it arrived on her desk. She slowly opened it, hoping for a good grade. She took one look at her test and her expression immediately changed from enthusiastic to despair.

"What did you make?" asked Boomer, who was sitting beside her.

"A 67!" she cried while putting her head on the desk. "I can't believe I failed again."

"Well look on the bright side. I made a 72."

Bubbles pushed her boyfriend to the side.

"How the heck is that supposed to make me feel better, I don't care what you made."

Boomer laughed. "You're just jealous that I passed and you didn't"

Bubbles turned around and crossed her arms. "I'm not talking to you."

"Oh, c'mon Bubbles. I was just joking."

She put her hand in his face and continued to remain silent. Boomer moved his chair closer to her, wrapped his arms around her neck, and kissed her on the cheek.

"Bubbles, I'm really sorry okay."

"It's gonna take more than your sweet kisses to make me feel better."

"Well, um..." he looked around the room for something that would make Bubbles a little bit happier.

"Well, there's no way you made lower than him." he pointed a boy with bright red hair. "He sleeps in class every day and he never takes notes. And plus, he finishes his tests in like five seconds. There's no way he knows all the answers, he probably just puts idk or something."

Bubbles turned around and looked over the boy herself.

"Maybe you're right." she said. "Let's go see."

Bubbles reached over and tapped the sleeping boy on the shoulder.

"Um, excuse me; the teacher just passed back our tests."

The boy slowly rose from his slumber; he then yawned and rubbed his eyes. He stared at the paper on his desk for a while, before finally picking it up. He looked at it for a second, then he crumbled it into a ball and threw it on the floor.

"Woah, he must have really made a bad grade." whispered Boomer.

"Be quiet." she whispered back while hitting him.

"What did you make?" Bubbles asked.

The boy turned around and stared at Bubbles with a bored uninterested expression.

"A 105."

"What?!" Boomer yelled. "How the hell did you make that?!"

"Well, I got all the answers right, obviously, plus the bonus."

"A bonus? I didn't even know there was a bonus!" Bubbles said.

"There wasn't. I made my own."

"Oh... my... god!" Bubbles and Boomer said in unison. They both leaned over the desk and went to the boy's face.

"You must be some kind of genius!" said Boomer.

"Yeah, like some kind of mathematician. Why are you in this class?" Bubbles asked.

"I have too." the boy replied. "I failed this class 9th grade year."

"How is that possible?"

"Easy, I skipped."

"Why would you do that?" Boomer asked.

"Because this class is too fucking easy, so I thought I shouldn't have to show up."

"Wow... so rebellious. So what's your name?" Bubbles asked.

"It's Jack. Jack Spicer."

"Oh, hi Jack! I'm Bubbles Utonium!"

"Wait, Utonium... are you Blossom's sister?"

"Yes, yes I am. Do you know her?"

"Yeah, can you tell her that I said hi?"

"Okay, I will. Oh yeah, I forgot. This is my boyfriend Boomer Whales. You know, the all-star receiver of the football team."

Boomer put his hands behind his head and smiled. "Alive and in the flesh."

"Whales... you mean like Brick's brother?"

"Um... yeah."

A look of disgust appeared on his face.

"Yeah, I gotta go. I feel sick all the sudden."

He stood up, grabbed his stuff, and walked out the classroom.

"Bye, Jack!" Bubbles yelled.

Boomer looked over to his girlfriend; puzzled.

"Did he just leave?"

"Well, yeah. He did say he was sick."

The bell rang shortly after and the couple left the classroom and headed toward the gymnasium.

"There's something about that guy I don't like." Boomer said.

"What? I think he's cool. What don't you like about him?"

"I don't know, it's just... I heard his name before."

"Like, in a bad way?"

Boomer rubbed his head. "I forget."

"Well, I'm sure you'll think of it."

They stopped in front of the locker rooms and hugged each other.

"I hope you have a wonderful time at practice." Bubbles said with a smile.

"I'm not. We're running around campus for like an hour today. I always get so sore after we do that."

Bubbles reached up and kissed him on the lips.

"Well, I'll be here to make it better."

"I'll be looking forward to that."

Boomer wrapped his arms around Bubbles and continued to kiss her compassionately.

"You guys need to get a room. Nobody wants to see that."

Bubbles turned around and smiled at the girl with the short blond hair.

"Oh, come on Mandy. You and your boyfriend probably do this all the time."

"Who? I know you're not talking about Dib. He's too busy with his paranormal crap to spend time with me."

"Oh my god! I have an idea, we should so double date!"

"Yeeeaaah... no."

"I got to get going before Coach blows a gasket, see you later Bubbles." said Boomer.

"Bye, Boomer!"

Bubbles went up to Mandy and looped her arm with hers, while they walked in the girl's locker room.

"So, about that double date."

"I already told you, it's not gonna happen."

They walked in the locker room to find some of the other volleyball players changing into their practice gear.

Butter came up from tying her shoe and sighed in annoyance, when she found out that her sister was there.

"What is this?! Everyone in the fucking school have practice day!"

"What's wrong Buttercup?" asked her sister.

"I have volleyball practice, Blossom has band practice, and you have cheerleading practice. Who's gonna record my fucking ridiculousness?"

"Oh, is that what you're so worked up about. It's no big deal."

"No big deal! Rob Dyrdek is my everything!"

"I never knew you had a celebrity crush. It's so not like you, Buttercup." said Ty Lee, another cheerleader.

Buttercup closed her locker. "It's not like that; I just think he's funny."

"Yeah girls, she doesn't have feelings for him, she has feelings for Butch." said Bubbles with an evil grin.

The room burst into giggles and oohs as Buttercup blushed a bright red.

"I don't like Butch, okay!"

"Yeah right gurl. I know you be all like 'Oh my gawd, Butch is soo lemon lime in the summer time FINE!'" said Trixie Carter, also a cheerleader and Bubbles' BFF.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Gurl, don't try to deny it. We know you be checking him out after practice."

"I don't have time for this. I DON'T FUCKING LIKE HIM!"

Buttercup grabbed her volleyball and headed toward the door. Bubbles winked at Trixie, and she responded with a nod. Then they both continued to grab Buttercup by the shoulder before she had the chance to leave the room.

"1 2 3 4..." Trixie began while snapping her fingers.

"Who ya think you're kidding, he's the earth and heaven to ya. Try to keep it hidden, honey we can see right through ya. Girl you can't conceal it, we know how you're feeling. Who you're thinking of." sang Bubbles and Trixie in perfect harmony.

Buttercup broke free of the two's grip.

"GRRR, I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!" she yelled while storming off.

"Hm, hm, hm. That girl has it bad." said Trixie.

"I know right." Bubbles replied.

Jack arrived at the band room shortly after 2:55. He was dressed in a simple white t-shirt and black shorts, the uniform of practice. He put his stuff in his locker and began to look around the room. Most of the kids were getting ready to walk to the marching field, and some were already outside. After a couple of moments of searching, Jack finally found who he was looking for.

Princess Morbucks was bent over by the guard room, tying her shoes. He approached the curly red-head, trying his hardest not to stare at her butt. When she was finished tying her shoe, she got up, put her hands on her hips, and smiled at Jack.

"I knew you would show up."

Jack crossed his arms and looked Princess over again. She was wearing a white tank top two sizes too small for her, and a pair of black shorts that were literally up her crack. Her slutty alternative to the practice uniform, he supposed.

"I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to wear that." he said.

"I run this bitch; I can wear whatever I want." Then she continued to strike a seductive pose. "Do you like it?"

Jack faced away from her and remained silent.

"Oh, Jackie! You try to hide your feelings for me, but I know you like me, that's why you came to see me this afternoon."

Jack pointed a finger at Princess.

"Let's get two things straight. First of all, I only came to see you because you said you were going to help me get rid of Brick. Second of all, I like Blossom not you."

"What does she got that I don't have."

"Um, I don't know... decency!"

Princess pushed Jack to the wall and tightly pressed her body against his.

"Don't try to act like you didn't like what I did to you the other day." she whispered softly in his ear.

Jack felt a warm fuzzy sensation move throughout his body, just like before. He blushed a bright red while he pushed Princess away.

"Can you get off of me!" he yelled.

Princess giggled and looked down at the lower part of his body.

Jack looked at her; confused.

"What the hell are you staring at?"

Princess covered her mouth and continued to giggle.

"You are so hard right now."

Jack stood there speechless, afraid to look down. When he did, he blushed an even deeper shade of red. He just had to wear the tightest pair of shorts he had.

"I-I gotta go." he stuttered while heading toward the back door.

Princess grabbed him from behind before he had a chance to leave.

"Wait, where are you going?!"

"Can you stay away from me?!"

"I can't help myself. It's so thick and juicy; you should give Princess a little taste."

That was probably the most disturbing thing anyone has ever said to him. He tried to break free, but her harpy like claws were glued to his body.

"Get off of me you slut!"

He continued to squirm and wiggle, but to no prevail. Princess laughed and tighten her grip.

"Your rejection is just turning me on."

"Well, turn yourself off! I don't want anything to do with you!"

He once again tried to break free, but Princess just ended up sending him to the ground by tickling his stomach.

"Am I interrupting something?"

Princess and Jack looked up to see Brick standing right above them. Jack quickly pushed Princess off of him and stood up.

"No."

Princess got up from the ground and grabbed Jack's arm.

"Why? Are you jealous Brick?"

"Yeah right." Then he looked over to Jack. "I didn't know you liked dirty whores."

"I don't."

Brick looked down. "Well, it sure looks like it to me."

Jack gasped and covered himself. "Man, you gay!"

"Wow, Jack. That's low even for you."

"What did you say?!" Jack said while moving toward him.

Brick moved closer to Jack until they were at eye level.

"You heard me!"

Princess got in between the two boys and held Jack back.

"Chill out, I don't want you fighting anyone yet." she whispered.

Jack crossed his arms and Princess took a step closer to Brick.

"Now, Brick. There's no need to get feisty. If you wanted me to suck you off, why didn't you say so?"

Brick stared at Princess, looking absolutely disgusted with her.

"I'll rather hang myself, than to let you do that to me."

"I know you want to Brick."

"What I don't understand is why anyone would want to stick their dick in your nasty ass mouth."

Princess was getting extremely agitated with Brick's attitude. She took another step closer and started to poke at Brick's chest.

"Well, your brother the quarterback doesn't seem to mind."

"What?!"

"You didn't know, Brick." Your brother's my number one customer."

Brick grabbed her hand and looked her in the eyes with an intense glare.

"Is there ever a day in your life when you don't lie?"

He shoved Princess away and headed toward the door.

"We're late for practice..."

The sound of the closing door rung softly in the air, and only silence remained. Jack mumbled numerous curse words under his breath, before he turned his attention to Princess. She was shaking violently in rage, and he could feel the heat from her anger, radiating off of her.

Jack slowly approached Princess.

"Um... are you okay?"

Princess grabbed her flag and threw it at a nearby window, breaking it into a million of pieces. She then started to pant heavily.

Jack was unable to move or speak. He has never been so terrified by a single girl in his life.

This girl's a fucking psychopath, he thought.

"You see what I mean, Jackie. People like... him … make me very angry. And as you just saw, I'm not pretty when I'm angry. That's why you and me are gonna get rid of his sorry ass."

Jack smiled at her. "Aw yeah, now you're talking. What's the plan?"

Princess picked up her flag off the floor and lead Jack out the door.

"Let's walk and talk. I'll tell you all the details.