Mike decided to have Blossom with her during lunch. The two sat together and were talking about what had happened to Blossom and the other Girls and how they felt about it.

"It feels weird not having powers when you've had them all your life," Blossom spoke up as she munched on her vegetarian sandwich. "How did it feel when you found out you had powers?"

"Pretty interesting," Mike shrugged. "I never knew about them before, but that was because I found out that I had my memory erased. Kind of weird if you ask me since I never knew about them before."

"Huh, I guess I never thought of that." Blossom smiled. She then slowly frowned as she saw one of the Test twins coming their way.

Susan laughed obnoxiously as she carried her lunch tray from the exclusive salad bar in the school cafeteria. "Well, well, well, if it isn't a 'Powerless Puff Girl'? How's it feel to know you don't' have any powers?"

"Leave me alone, 'Slut-Susan Pest'!" Blossom hissed.

"Whoa, no need to get sensitive," Susan rolled her midnight blue eyes. "It's not my fault I'm smarter and more attractive than you are and Dexter falls for girls like that. Have fun with 'Butch' Mavinsky."

Mike's eyes hardened as the crimson-haired girl walked away. "She call me Butch?"

"Yep." Blossom said.

"That's IT! She dies!" Mike growled, then leaped off the table and pounced onto Susan. "I'm not Butch, got it!?"

"Yes you are!" Susan struggled under her grasp. "You're a lesbian, everyone knows it!"

"Yeah, but you don't have to call me 'Butch'!" Mike argued. "It's like me calling you a slut!"

"I am not a slut!"

"Yes you are, you're a slut, everyone knows it." Mike smirked, turning the mean girl's words against her.

"Oh, wow," Susan rolled her eyes in sarcasm. "How mature. How old are you? Fourteen?"

"At least I'm more mature than you'll ever be, Susan Test," Mike snarled. "You're not even a genius! Mary's the genius one!"

Susan growled and knelt on Mike's chest over her and held the girl's arms down. "I'm the smart one! The only 'genius' Mary is, is science fiction! She believes in stupid stuff like mole people, or extraterrestrials, and unicorns! How childish..."

"At least Mary knows how to have a good time... What you did to Blossom was unforgettable!"

"Ms. Helga, Ms. Helga, Susan Test and Mike Mavinsky are fighting in the cafeteria!" a young boy named Flapjack cried.

"Thank you, young one," the blonde woman ruffled up the boy's hair and went strictly to the girls fighting. "What is the meaning of this? I want to see you two in my office!"

Mike and Susan looked over at her, then back at each other, darkly.


Outside Ms. Helga's office were Mike and Susan in seats together, waiting to be taken care of by the strictest teacher in the world, Ms. Helga. She often took time off from the school and usually helped the Dance Troupe in the Elementary School. Mike and Susan still eyed each other darkly as they were waiting anxiously to be dealt with by the devil woman herself.

Ms. Helga opened the door to her office. "Miss Test and Miss Mavinsky?"

Mike and Susan stood up and entered the office and sat in seats opposite from Helga's desk.

"Now, what seems to be the trouble?" Ms. Helga asked, rather in an Elizabethan accent.

"She started it!" Mike and Susan blamed each other and pointed at each other. As they noticed this, they hit nose to nose. "Me!? No way!"

"SILENCE!" Ms. Helga snapped, rising from her desk. Her eyes looked as red as the devil's blood. She then cleared her throat and looked down at the girls. "Now, ladies... You know I don't allow fighting in the school. It's one of the many priorities I will not allow. What caused this kerfuffle?"

"Well, Mike called me a slut!" Susan hissed in her own defense.

"Yeah, right after you called me Butch!" Mike argued back.

"You're a lesbian!"

"And you're a slut!"

"Butch!"

"Crimson-headed bitch!"

"Dyke!"

"Evil Genius Prostitute!"

"Girls, shut up!" Ms. Helga snarled. "If you all don't stop right now, I'm shipping you both to St. Rita's Preparatory School!"

Both girls stopped. They had heard various rumors about that school. It was an all-girls boarding school with a psychotic school teacher. Since Ms. Helga was familiar with it, she must have been a student at least once and maybe might be as crazy as that landlady, Madame Margaret.

"Now, girls, I know you can't get along, but what do you expect me to do?" Ms. Helga stared coldly at them. "I should still call your parents and tell them what happened."

"Except for Mike, she doesn't have parents." Susan said, rather sinister.

Mike glared at her back for that.

"Besides that, I want you two to not fight," Ms. Helga stated darkly. "I don't want to see either of you for the rest of the day."

"What do you mean?" Mike asked.

"It means, that you two must stay out of my sight as much as possible, and that includes fighting, no matter what, if I see either of you for the rest of the day, I'll give you both detention up until summer vacation." Ms. Helga explained their punishment. "Do we have a deal?"

Mike and Susan blinked at each other. They then gave in and decided to let that be. They would still be antagonistic toward each other, but if Ms. Helga caught them either way, they would be in a heap of trouble. After the discussion, Ms. Helga let them go. Susan and Mike walked alongside each other and did their level best not to fight or try to kill each other. They still looked at each other rather darkly, but luckily the hallway came up and they could split up and go their separate ways.