Author's Note: Nothing much to say, just that it's in Italics for a reason ;)
Disclaimer: DON'T OWN PPGS OR RRBS
Now excuse me while I furiously tweet #voteonedirection on twitter till me hand falls off. (Don't judge me)
He had prepared for this day ever since he attended middle school. Now this day has come and he was well equipped with the coolest school supplies, the trendiest clothes, and his basic red Jan sport book bag. Let's not forget the fact that he also has knowledge on what to expect when he arrives, thanks to his eldest brother.
Brick Furry was going to high school. And not just any old high school; no this one was special. He was attending 'Xavier Academy', which was indeed a boarding school. He would be away from his parents and his annoying siblings for a solid ten months, excluding holidays and breaks. Plus this 'Xavier Academy' only took in people who were just like him, which basically meant there won't be a human in sight.
But he could care less about that fact. The only thing he had on his mind was how he was going to spend his time here, free of responsibility.
His train of thoughts was interrupted when he feels his mother wrap her arms around him, sending goose bumps down his arms, still quite not use to his mother's below zero body temperature. Brick awkwardly waits until his mother pulls herself away from him, tears threating to fall down her face.
"Now sweetie, I know this is a boarding school and all, but don't act all crazy just because your farther and I aren't there with you." Mrs. Fury stat causing her husband to smirk. "And please call us if something's wrong." She continues her voice cracking as she looks into her son's eyes.
"Mom don't worry, I'll be fine. I love you guys," Brick responds, a small reassuring smile plastered on his face. She quickly hugs him again, tears sliding down her face, soaking her son's shirt in the process.
"I love you so much Brick. I hope you enjoy your new school." Mrs. Fury replies, letting go of Brick and entering the sleek black Mercedes, breaking down in hysterics as she closes the door.
Mr. Fury stood in front of his son, looking around the Academy. He finally faced Brick, putting on a knowing smirk. "I'm not as worried about you as your mother is. You're almost fifteen Brick, I trust you." He stats, causing Brick to form a small smile. "Thanks dad that means a lot." Brick replied, causing his father to nod in agreement.
"I also have Blossom keeping an eye on you, just so you know." Mr. Fury continues with a goofy grin plastered on his pale face. As if on cue, in walks Blossom accompanied by her parents.
Blossom and her parents come walking towards them, a smirk on Blossom's face. "No time no see Salutatorian." She greets confidently. Brick playfully rolled his crimson red eyes at the comment. He was, in fact proud to say he had graduated with the title of Salutatorian, and was right behind Blossom, who had graduated with Valedictorian.
"Well it wouldn't be a 'no time no see' situation if you had called me during the summer." Brick retorted back with a raised eyebrow.
Blossom studied the red haired teenager, over thinking her reply. "Well I would have called, if you didn't spend your whole entire summer at Transylvania." She replied back sarcastically.
Brick was about to reply with a snarky comment, when Mr. Fury intervened. "My apologizes for cutting in on your conversation, but I must show Brick to his dorm room. Don't forget to keep a watchful eye on him, Blossom."
"Don't worry Mr. Fury, I will. See you later Brick." Blossom replied back, going back to her parents.
Brick and his father had hauled up the four huge cardboard box filled with all of the teenage boy's possessions inside his room. They were now in the corridors, exchanging a sad glance. Now all that was left was the painful goodbye. Brick and Mr. Fury shared a deep father and son relationship that many boys would kill to have. Now it was time for him to say goodbye to the man he looked up to for the 1400 years of his life.
"Now son, before I go I need to have 'the talk' with you." Mr. Fury stated with a twinkle in his eye. Brick's face twisted into disgust and then spoke, "I don't need 'the talk' dad, Mom told me years ago."
Mr. Fury looked at his son with confusion, then let out a small chuckle. "No, not that 'talk' Brick. I'm talking about how to dominate this school." He finished with a serious tone. Brick looked at him for a moment before nodding his head for his father to continue.
"You know how vampires are the rulers of the underworld?" Mr. Fury paused, continuing when Brick nodded his head in understanding. "Well, we became rulers by power, and that's what you need to gain in order to basically rule the whole school." He finished with a serious tone to his voice.
"Now, there's three things you need to gain when having power. The first are followers. The people who follow you will protect you and be by your side. If you have the right followers, you'll become well known throughout the school. The second is money, which is easy to understand. Money brings in power, so if I were you, I would become friends with the richest person in this school. And last but not least is to always be the best at everything. Make sure you're not second best like last year. Take down the competition, no matter how long or hard it takes." Mr. Fury finished with a sharp inhale.
Brick took a moment to understand what his father had just said to him. He was about to say something, when a loud conversation took place.
"But Dad, I'm itchy! All these fleas are killing me!" A boy with blue eyes and blonde hair whined. A strong built man with the same cobalt blue eyes as the boy looked over at him with bewilderment. "I'll kill you before the fleas do if you don't help me with these boxes!" He yelled. The boy, however, was too busy flicking out fleas to pay attention to the man. The man looked at the boy, before muttering and going inside the dorm room with the clueless boy in tow.
Mr. Fury looked over at the door to their dorm with interest, before turning his gaze back to his son. "See Brick, I already found a follower for you. A clueless werewolf. His good looks and athletic build will make him popular in an instinct. Get on his good side." He finished, staring at his son. Brick was about to respond when another overly loud conversation interrupted.
In walked two large muscular figures, with the same tinge of light mint green. "I can't believe you, Butch. Why would you bring a whole box filled with playboy magazines and porn? What would your mother say when she finds out?" The older looking one said with concern. The boy looked him over before saying,"You mean if she finds out. Don't worry bro, she won't. I'm miles away from home." The boy's brother looked him over, before shaking his head and walking in to the same room where the blonde boy and his father were at, with Butch right behind him.
Mr. Fury waited till they closed the door to finish talking to his son. "Butch Stein is another one. Stupid and funny. Party animal as well. He'll be just as popular as the werewolf." He stated with confidence. He then engulfed his son in a big hug before saying, "Do me proud son. I'm going to miss you." Mr. Fury gave his son one last look, before heading back over to his wife, leaving Brick with much to think about.
"Dude, I am so glad my parents dumped me here to this piece of shit of a school. The girls here are smoking!" Butch said with a smirk. Brick, Butch, the werewolf named Boomer, and Brick's roommate, Mike Believe were sitting at one of the tables in the large cafeteria. Brick had decided it was better to be friends with Boomer and Butch quickly, so it wouldn't be as awkward.
Mike on the other hand was difficult to use as a follower. He was somewhat naïve as Boomer, but he was smart enough to know if Brick was going to use him for popularity. Brick just had to settle with just being on Mike's good side.
"I bet I could hookup with every girl in our class by the end of sophomore year." Butch stated with anticipation. Brick and Mike rolled their eyes with annoyance by Butch's comment, while Boomer furrowed his brows with confusion.
"But can't you get an STD by swapping salvia with all those girls?" The naïve werewolf replied. The boys looked at Boomer with stupidity before Butch decided to slap the back of his roommate's blonde head.
Butch was about to answer when his gaze shifted over to the cafeteria doors. "Who is that smoking piece of ass?" He said, salvia forming in his mouth.
Brick turned his attention to Butch's gaze, and his eyes widened in surprise. There stood Blossom standing next to a raven haired girl, with a scowl on her face. Blossom, however had a beautiful smile plastered on her face when she made eye contact with Brick.
The pink eyed girl broke the eye contact by gesturing over to ravenette by pointing her long slender finger over to Brick's table, which had two unoccupied seats. The scowling girl looked reluctant, but none the less followed her cherry headed friend.
When they arrived at the table, Blossom put on her best smile and gleefully announced her presence to Brick and his friends. "Hey Brick, do you mind if Buttercup and I sit here?"
Brick couldn't help but let out a low chuckle from his friend's modest behavior. If he was in Blossom's situation, he would have just sat his ass down without even asking. Nonetheless, Brick replied with a small nod, leading Blossom to sit next to Brick, leaving the only seat available right in the middle of Boomer and Butch.
Buttercup, clearly unhappy, let a low growl escape her full lips, before reaching for the seat. Just when she was about to sit, a slender girl with curly auburn hair beat her to it. Buttercup took a double take on wait had happen, before turning red with anger.
"Excuse me princess, but you're in my seat." She hissed, taking notice of the platinum crown adorned on the girl's untamed curly hair. The said girl just shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, before replying, "It's not my fault your too slow. And yes, Princess is my name." The girl responded coolly, ignoring the death glare Buttercup was giving her.
Butch, finding the whole situation amusing, let out a loud chuckle. Buttercup turned her attention to the snickering boy, looking dead in his forest green eyes. "What's so funny, vomit face?" She retorted with anger, never leaving the boy's eyes.
Butch was shocked at first by the girl's reaction, but quickly turned serious. "I think I was laughing at you, Butterbutt." He smirked at the new nickname he had given the jade eyed girl. Boomer howled with laughter, causing Buttercup to clench her jaw and fists. She quickly turned to Blossom, trying to use the calming exercises her mother had thought her. "Blossom, I think I'm gonna sit over there, because I really don't feel like giving these douchbags an ass kicking." Buttercup stated, walking over to a table occupied by a brown haired boy with freckles adorned with a skate board.
Blossom sighed with tiredness as soon as her friend was out of ear shot. "I'm sorry about that. Buttercup can be… temperamental at times when she feels like she's being… threatened." She finished, trying to be as polite as possible.
Brick, however knew that Blossom was just sugar coating her roommates behavior. He could tell that girl was someone you would not want to piss off, unless you wanted a black eye and a broken leg. Blossom had her hands filled with that one.
Princess, however, thought differently of Buttercup. "It seems to me that that girl has some serious anger management issues."
"So, has anyone finished reading the book report books yet?" Blossom asked quickly, trying to change the topic of conversation.
Everyone except Brick and Mike, looked at the red head with disbelief, before bursting in a fit of laughter. "Why would I read a 500 page book when I could just go to spark notes and read a quick summary?" Butch replied back sarcastically, taking a gulp of air to recover from his laughter.
Blossom rolled her pink eyes with annoyance, before turning her attention to Brick. "I know you read the book, right Brick?" She finished with a raised eyebrow. The people in the table soon stopped their laughter and waited eagerly for Brick's answer.
Brick felt like he just hit a fork in the road, metaphorically speaking of course. He could either tell the truth and tell Blossom that he had, in fact read the book, and actually enjoyed it; but that would give his new friends a new perspective of him and he could kiss his ticket to superiority goodbye.
Or he could just lie to Blossom, saying he had no intention in reading a book that would waste his valuable time. That'll earn a few chuckles from those idiots, causing more brownie points for him. Surely Blossom will understand that he's just trying to make something out of himself.
With a heavy sigh, Brick looked over at Blossom with a tinge of sadness, before saying, "Why the hell would I waste my time reading garbage like that? I have better things to do, because I have a life." He finally said coldly, adding a sarcastic smirk for effect.
The cafeteria, which had overheard the whole conversation, burst into laughter, causing Blossom to turn red from embarrassment, storming out of the cafeteria with her hands covering her face. Buttercup was quickly right behind her, trying her best to keep up with her embarrassed roommate.
The laughter throughout the cafeteria soon quieted down, and was back to its loud buzz of conversations. Butch shot Brick a high-five, which Brick lazily responded back too. Maybe he had gone a little too far when he intended that he had a life, and Blossom did not. But he wasn't going to feel an ounce of guilt. It was Blossom's own fault, Brick had decided as soon he felt sorry for his childhood friend. Blossom just needed to lighten up and take a joke.
And with that thought on his mind, Brick went back to talking with his soon to be followers, grasping in the new feel of being popular.
Months went by, and Brick had accomplished everything his father had told him to gain. He had all the followers he needed, thanks to his good looks, sense of humor, and of course his friends, Boomer and Butch.
Butch was a party animal, which Brick had known that when he had gotten to know the green eyed boy. Butch loved parties, and decided to host one at the end of the month, which of course became a huge success. This lead to Butch becoming the ultimate party goer at the school, and he soon became known throughout the whole entire student body. Then and there both Brick and Butch had decided to host a party at least every month, causing both their statues to soar up.
Boomer wasn't a disappointment either. Brick had to admit, he did have his doubts whether or not the young werewolf was capable of gaining any followers, but Brick was pleasantly surprised when he had accomplished this. Boomer didn't make the J.V. football team, but instead made the Varsity team as the starting quarter back. That earned Boomer instant respect from the whole entire school, and was basically worshipped by mainly every girl in there.
But there was one problem with Boomer. He has the habit of dating girls, and then breaking up with them the next day. The longest relationship he was ever in lasted for about a week, before he shamelessly broke up with the girl at one of Butch's parties. Brick recalled one event when Butch had asked Boomer why he was never committed in a relationship. The blonde haired boy responded with a shrug and nonchalantly said none of the girls interested him.
Brick knew he couldn't control the way Boomer felt towards the opposite sex, but he knew one day he'll have to teach Boomer a lesson to control his 'habits'.
As it turned out, Mike did serve as a good ally. He had made the J.V. football team as well as basketball team, and was somewhat of a nice guy, Brick thought to himself. He mainly hung out with his teammates, but would make conversation with Brick from time to time.
Overall, Brick had enough friends and followers to suffice his needs for superiority.
The next thing on the list that he accomplished easily was money. As it turns out, Princess is the wealthiest girl in the entire school, causing Brick to deal with her annoying presence.
So money was no issue at all.
And Brick put an end to being second best at anything. He didn't have to show that he was better than everyone else, because everyone already knew. They knew that he was the unofficial leader of his little group, and they knew he was a natural born leader. So this lead Brick to run for sophomore president for next year.
And to think it was all thanks to his opponent, Blossom. If it wasn't for their little fiasco in the cafeteria in September, Brick would still be looking for followers; but as it turns out, he didn't have this problem. Mainly everyone who saw the incident found it to be funny, causing him to be well known throughout the school. Sure, some felt sorry for Blossom and decided to take her side, but those were very few people. This was why Brick was having a hard time figuring out how Blossom was beating him by ten votes.
Sure, it was ten loosely votes, but he was enraged that he and the oink eyed girl were so close in the race. Thankfully, Brick wasn't as worried about his other opponent as he was about Blossom.
Brick knew that if he were to ensure his win as future class president, he needed Blossom out of the race; he would definitely win if she wasn't running.
But the question was how. How was he going to convince Blossom to drop out of the race? Brick was pretty sure she hated him ever since that day in the cafeteria, since she hasn't spoken to him since then.
Brick was staring thoughtfully at the wall of the school's lounge, when he saw Princess walk in, dressed in her usual skimpy outfits to try and impress the boys, especially Brick. The red eyed boy let out a tiring sigh, before focusing his glare on Princess.
"What do you want from me now, Princess?" He said coldly, still glaring at the auburn haired girl. If Brick had a choice, he would have kicked Princess to the curb, but he knew Princess was an easy access to money.
"I'm just checking to see how my Brickie Poo is doing. What's the matter, still upset because that wannabe witch is up by ten?" Princess purred, trying to be seductive, but ultimately failing. Even though Princess never admitted it to herself, she felt envy towards Blossom since the first day she meet her. She had the looks, the smarts, and most importantly, Brick. Princess knew that Brick liked Blossom more than her, so Princess tried everything to make the pink eye girl look like a monster in Brick's eyes, but each attempt ultimately failed.
"Leave, Princess. I'm trying to figure out a way to convince Blossom to drop out of the race; I can't really concentrate with your constant complaining." Brick stated, returning his glare to the coffee colored wall.
Princess stood still, deep in thought, before a devious smile crept up her lips. "Have you ever heard of a little invention called black mailing?" he questioned Brick, who returned the question with a devious smirk, before asking, "What do you have in mind?"
Proud of catching Brick's attention, Princess smiled before telling him the plan to ensure Blossom's drop out for the race.
Brick had to admit, the plan Princess made up was fool proof; the only problem was, was that it was also somewhat cruel. But he couldn't back down from the plan, unless he wanted to lose to Blossom, which was not going to happen.
He was currently standing outside of Blossom and Buttercup's door, waiting for Princess to unlock it with one of her spells. They didn't have to worry about them coming back, because they were at the library, studying for a big test tomorrow.
The red eyed boy tapped his foot impatiently, wanted for his accomplice to unlock the door. He was about to complain, when he finally heard the make a loud 'clicking' sound, unlocking the door.
Princess smiled up at him, proud of her work to please Brick. "Happy Now?" She stated pleasingly, hoping for a good answer.
"Very." Brick replied back with a smirk, walking inside the room. "You can go now. Thanks for the help." He called back to Princess impatiently. He knew he had to say 'thank you' unless she'll never leave him alone to his deed.
"But aren't you going to need help finding it?" Princess questioned back, surprised by his latest statement.
Brick responded by shaking his orange colored hair. The auburn haired girl shrugged her shoulders, before walking off with a slight skip to her step. For all she cared about, she made Brick pleased for the first time, which put a smile to her pinched up face.
As he was looking through the room, Brick couldn't help but wonder what lead Blossom to run against him.
Sure, if Blossom had done the same thing Brick had done to her that day, Brick would have made sure her life would be a living hell; friends or not. But this was Blossom, and Blossom doesn't do spiteful things like this. He then assumed that her roommate, Buttercup, was probably the one who convinced Blossom to run against him.
'No matter' Brick thought to himself casually, 'by the time I'm done looking for that book, Blossom could kiss her political career goodbye.'
He then proceeded to search Blossom's side of the room cautiously, putting things back where he had found them. He looked inside her closet, rummaged through her drawers and looked under her bed, but found nothing.
The frustrated teen plucked a pillow off the girl's bed, and flanged it across the room. He was about to turn around and leave, when he heard a 'thud'. Brick looked curiously at the pillow, before walking towards it. He then examined the pillow, and smirked when he discovered a semi-large opening in the pillow.
'Smart girl.' Brick thought to himself, before putting his hand inside the opening. He pulled out the object inside the pillow forcefully, causing a handful of feathers to fall out.
Inside the pillow was a leather bound book, with word 'Journal' written in gold lettering. Brick smirked at the found object, and casually took a seat in Blossom's desk chair, and began to skim through it, looking for something news worthy. He aimlessly flipped from page to page when he stumbled across something very interesting.
He read quickly, taking in every piece of information before ripping the page out of the book, and folding it inside his pocket. Brick was about to read more of Blossom's journal, when he heard the unlocking of the door.
Brick didn't even move a muscle. He just sat there, with Blossom's journal in his lap, waiting for Blossom's expression and response. When Blossom walked inside her room, she almost screamed at the sight of Brick inside the room.
"What are you doing inside my room?!" Blossom screeched, not taking notice of the book placed on Brick's lap.
The said boy simply smirked. "I just came here to find this." He stated waving the book in front of his face for Blossom to see. The girl's eyes widened in disbelief. She quickly grabbed the book and held it protectively by her side.
Brick shrugged his shoulders. He already had the information he needed to ensure Blossom's drop out for the race. "Whatever Pinky. I already have what I need. Drop out of the race and we'll forget this ever happened." He said with a dark smile, staring right in Blossom's bewildered eyes.
Blossom stood there with a stunned expression, but soon a devious smirk replaced it. "Wow Brick. Blackmailing me was actually pretty smart, but I catching you here, in my room, uninvited was pretty stupid of you. Guess I'm just going to have to report you to Miss Keane…" She drifted off, the smirk still on her face.
Now it was Brick's turn to be stunned. He hadn't assumed that Blossom would go tell the mistress on him, stating that he had in fact broke inside her room, violated her things, and used my magic. He was sure to be dropped out of the race, but he couldn't let that happen because of some stupid girl.
Brick quietly got up from his chair and walked up to Blossom. "Snitch and I promise you you'll life here will be like hell." He threatened. The cherry haired girl simply blinked, unfazed by the threat her future enemy had made.
The orange headed boy was about to leave the room, when Blossom stopped him by saying, "What happened to you, Brick; you used to be so nice." Brick froze for a moment, before recovering himself. "High school happened Blossy." He replied, before leaving the room and slamming the door behind him.
The weekend had gone agonizingly slow for Brick. He tried his best not to worry, but a nagging voice in the back of his mind kept him stressing whether or not Blossom was going to tell the headmistress on him.
So when Monday rolled around, Brick couldn't help but wait until his last class was over. He kept tapping his pencil aimlessly on his desk instead of paying attention to the teacher's lecture on 'The Ghost Revolution'.
His crimson eyes scanned over to Boomer, who was currently doodling something, then wandered off to Butch, who had his hand propped up his chin for support and was sleeping silently. Before Brick could act, the pencil he had been playing with flew out of his hands and hit Butch's face. The said boy opened his eyes, and looked bewildered for a moment before looking at Brick with annoyance.
"Do you have ADHD or some shit? You've been acting jumping and shit all day." Butch said tiredly.
"Trust me, I wish I could calm done, but I'm just waiting for this period to be over." Brick replied back half truthfully; he didn't really feel like explaining to Butch about the whole situation. Said boy simply rolled his dark forest green eyes before drifting back to sleep.
Brick looked over to the clock and sighed with relief. Twenty more minutes and he'll be free from the worry that Blossom might have told on him. Maybe he'll even let her run in the race and not black mail her; but that was if he was in a somewhat good mood.
Brick was about to go back to paying attention to his teacher, when there was a loud 'ding' signaling an announcement.
"Brick Fury report to Miss Keane's office immediately; that is all." The old intercom spat out. The teacher immediately stopped his lesson and turned to look at Brick.
"Well I guess you best be going Brick; for the rest of you, turn to page 569 and answer the following questions." The teacher had stated, causing the entire class to groan in annoyance. Brick packed up, took his book bag, and strolled out of the classroom wondering what punishment the headmistress will inflict on him.
When Brick came out of the office, he was shell shocked. He had received three weeks of detention and had to drop out of the race for his 'corruption in political matters', as Miss Keane liked to put it. At least she hadn't figured out that Brick had to use magic to get inside the room, because he could've been suspended if she had in fact known.
And what also left Brick so bewildered and furious was when he was just about to leave the room, Miss Keane had said, "Oh, and Brick, make sure you congratulate Blossom on her win." If it wasn't for his drop out, Blossom would have been defeated, and Miss Keane would have told Blossom to congratulate him on his win as president.
'I hope she knows that if you play with fire, you'll eventually get burned.' Brick thought darkly as he snuck inside the copying room. He quickly took out the page he had torn out of Blossom's diary, and reread it again. He scrupled out the person's name every time it was referenced, so that only he knew who Blossom was talking about, and began making copies of the page.
By the time Brick had decided it would be enough papers to suffice, he already had about 1000 copies. He quickly left the coping room, and made his way up to the second floor and scattered the copies all around the halls. He did the same procedure with floors three and four.
Finally when Brick ran out of paper, it was only five minutes until the bell rang. He decided to go back to class so it wouldn't be so suspicious. He barged inside the room, earning a death glare from the teacher before returning to his seat carelessly.
When Brick sat down, Boomer was looking at him curiously. "Why are you so happy all of a sudden?" Said boy stated.
"You'll see in five, four, three, two, one" Just as Brick had predicted, the bell rang and all the students got out from their seats and started leaving the classroom like a herd of stampedes. Brick casually got out from his seat and waited until it was safe to go through the door; Boomer and Butch followed him until they got to the hallway.
The people in the hallway stopped dead in their tracks, and started reading the copies Brick had left for them. "Now THIS is funny!" Someone yelled from the left side of the hallway, causing a roar of laughter. "Whoever did this deserves to die and go to hell!" A girl yelled from the left side of the hallway, causing some people to mutter in agreement. Brick simply rolled his eyes. 'People can be so dramatic at times' he thought to himself.
Boomer and Butch looked around the hallway in awe, before the blonde haired boy picked up on of the copies from the floor. He then walked over to Brick and Butch and began to read,
Dearest Journal,
It has been exactly 5 months, 27 days, and 100 tissues since I've gotten over *scribble*. I can't believe I fell for *scribble* in the first place! Sure he's really cute and smart, but that lead him no right to do that to me. Maybe I haven't gotten over *scribble* yet. I know Buttercup keeps telling me to get over him, but I just can't let go. All the fun times we had were a blast. I just wish *scribble* will take off his mask and be himself again…
Love Blossom.
"Wow, this girl is REALLY desperate." Butch stated when Boomer finished reading. Boomer agreed, and looked over to Brick. "What do you think, Brick; you think this girl is really desperate?"
Brick was about to say a snarky comment, when the halls went deadly silent. In walked Blossom, who had red, puffy eyes and was looking frantically across the hallway. When she spotted Brick, she stomped towards him with an intimidating glare.
"How could you do this to me, Brick? I thought you were my friend." Blossom said quietly, allowing only Brick to hear the conversation.
"What are you talking about? We were never friends." Brick replied back loudly, causing half the people in the halls to hear.
Blossom looked like she was about to burst into tears, but restrained herself. "Please, Brick I know you're better than this. Please apologize. If you won't do it for me, at least do it for your father's dignity." She stated calmly, her pink eyes looking down at the floor.
Brick's eyes flared up with anger. 'How dare she mention my father like that!' He thought angrily. Without a hint of softness in his voice, Brick responded back audible for everyone to hear, "Sorry Blossy, I don't do apologizes." Most people in the hallway started roaring with laughter, while others just sighed in disappointment and pity.
What happened next surprised Brick. Blossom didn't respond, or even slapped him in the face. Instead, she cried. Salty tears were running down her rosy cheeks, and Blossom came close up to his face before screaming, "I hate you!" and running out of the school building.
Luckily for Brick, no one but Butch, Boomer and some girl saw the scence. However, that girl was Buttercup, who quickly got up to Brick and looked at him with disgust. "If you ever make her cry again, I'll kill you." She stated venomously. Brick just smirked down at her, testing the girl's patience. "What are you going to do? You're just a banshee, and everyone knows they're the lamest monsters out there." Brick replied back coldly.
Buttercup just stared at him for a few seconds until she connected her fist to Brick's perfectly shaped nose. The boy quickly held onto his nose in pain, causing Buttercup to walk away with a smirk. Butch and Boomer quickly came to his side, both putting a comforting hand on his shoulders.
"That bitch sure knows how to punch." Butch stated with a dreamy look to his eyes. Boomer quickly kicked him in the back of his legs, before turning his attention back to Brick.
"You alright dude?" Brick simply nodded, letting his hands go off his nose. That was one of the few things about being a vampire, injuries quickly fade away. But that didn't stop the throbbing pain.
"Want me to get her?" Butch stated a little too enthusiastically. Brick replied like he did last time, with a shake of his head, causing his small ponytail to swish with every head movement. He could get back at Buttercup later.
Brick did everything his father had told him to do, and yet, he still felt like he let him down in some way. 'Mr. Fury had told him to win in every way possible, but he hadn't won, and that was what was bothering Brick. He had worked so hard to accomplish all these stupid things, and now it was all going down the drain because of Blossom', he thought viciously. 'And because of that, I'm going to make her life here a living, breathing hell.'
As soon as Brick thought of that, however, he knew deep down that he was to blame for all of this mess. He just wasn't able to admit it to himself.
Brick woke up in a jolt, causing him to sit upright on his twin sized bed. He looked at the alarm clock and the harsh neon green light beamed 3:25 a.m. He looked over to Mike's side of the room, and was surprised to see he wasn't there sleeping. Brick decided that stupid party that caused this whole mess was still going strong.
The orange haired boy's mind drifted back to his dream. He had wished those past memories were a stupid dream, but he knew they wasn't. Brick has the same dream ever since that day he passed around copies of her diary.
The only difference was, was that he felt guilty. He never felt guilty for anything in his life, but here he was, having his mind flowed with past memories of teasing and hurting Blossom. If he could take all that back, he would, starting with that stupid comment he had made that day in the cafeteria. He would have told Butch and them off for laughing at Blossom, then begin talking to he on how well written the book was.
He would tell Princess she was disgusting for bringing up that idea about blackmailing. He would have instead helped Blossom with her campaign, instead of running against her and copying a page off her diary. He wouldn't care what anyone would think; he would do anything for Blossom if he hadn't ruined their friendship.
And at that moment he knew. Brick knew he would do anything for Blossom, just to get her as somewhat as a friend again. He knows for a fact that he'll get rejected countless of times, but he'll never give up on her. He'll apologize every day if he had too.
Brick drifted back to sleep with a new attitude. Tomorrow, he'll act differently only for Blossom. And he won't give two shits what anybody else thinks.
