"Alright, let's bring it in…" Buttercup speaks up in order to capture the attention of her fellow classmates.

"Huddle around,"

"You all already know that these other teams are unimportant, except for Ms. Omiya's class. They must go down in this year's Sports Fest."

"Let's keep focus so we can win the gold for our grade level." She reminds them of the task at hand.

"Buttercup is right!" One of her classmates shouts from within the huddle.

"So hit 'em hard and fast like a Rattlesnake. Leave them there to wither from our venom." The raven haired teen was yelling while punching the air with her right hand in a fist.

The group broke on a silent count once they spotted their homeroom teacher strolled back to them. "Gather round class, got a few announcements for you all."

"Alright, so the teachers were discussing about the rules that will be implementing for this game."

"Each team will have five members on the floor with three alternates during a five minutes time limits."

"If you catch and hold on to it for more than three seconds then that person is out. Once you eliminate all possible members, you win the game or the team with the most people on the court wins."

"Incase of a tie, it will go to a three minute game. If still even then a one minute game occurs, then a thirty second game, and finally a fifteen seconds game." Mr. Matura explained the adjustments that were made to his class.

"So that gives us eight people to work with…that should put us at an advantage." Buttercup mumbles to herself before she tries to conjure up a plan.

"Bloss, what do you think the girls should do?" Bubbles enquiringly poses to her orange-haired sister.

Blossom was staring off into the distance before diverting her attention to her raven-haired sister. "Huh? What were you just talking about?"

Bubbles wore a look of concern on her face after she heard Blossom's question. 'This isn't like her to be so distracted.'

Buttercup seemed even more disappointed in her sister's reaction than Bubbles was, "Bloss, I don't know what you and that blonde twit talked about but you have to snap out of this right now!"

Her pink eyes seem to roam over to where Brick was to find him amongst the boys as they discuss their game plan.

Bubbles traces her stare to none other than Brick right when Buttercup waves her hand in front of Blossom's face. "Are you even listening to me?"

"How about we leave some of our power hitters in the reserve banks for the first couple of rounds?"

"For the final round of the game, leave someone in the ranks who can cause the opponents to grow desperate. Exhaust all of their possibilities and leave them at their wits end." The orange haired male proposes to her sister.

"Do you agree with her plan Bubbles?" The raven haired teen directs her inquiry towards her blonde sister.

"Hm, it seems like a well thought out plan. Plus, I trust any plan that Blossom thinks of since she hasn't let us down." She states as she confirms her trust in her sister.

Her light green eyes repeatedly glance back and forth from Bubbles and Blossom's face to see if there was any visible or even hidden signs of doubt.

"Alright then," Buttercup eventually breaks the silence, "Let's go ahead and win this thing!"

"I see Buttercup is pumped as usual." Bell quietly mumbles to herself while Flash and her critically observe Mr. Matura's class interactions with one another.

"Do you think Blossom believes what we told her about Brick?" Flash curiously poses since doubt begins to cloud his innermost thoughts about their plan.

The platinum blonde swiftly cuts her eyes toward him before she needles, "Don't tell me you actually care for this girl?"

The teen boy casually shrugs her accusation off as if to shake away the goosebumps from his cold body. "For me to keep up this little act, I do have to adapt some qualities that make me look the part don't I?"

Her facial expression contorts to display satisfaction at Flash's response to her question. "This plan takes a little time and effort. You were too blinded by her beauty to even realize that the orange-haired idiot clung on to every little word I spoke about her precious Brick."

'If you claim so...' The blonde muses to himself while he observes Blossom and her sisters' conversation and movements.

"Yo Brick, wake up!" Butch yells while he snaps his finger in front of his brother's face in order to capture his focus.

Brick speedily rotates his head toward Butch's direction and snaps at him, "Yeah! What do you want?!"

Boomer face palms himself hard, drags his hand downwards and stretches the skin from underneath his eyes to his lips.

Dark green eyes simply stare at his brother and loudly verbalizes, "This is ridiculous!"

"I'm sick and tired of you zoning out when we really need you! If you won't handle the problem yourself then I will do it for you." He irritably threatens his orange haired brother with a serious expression on his face.

Brick peered up then narrowed his eyes in on him after he processed the threat that was issued by his concerned brother.

"Fine," He huffs out his consent to the threat, "I will handle it on my own but not until we finish this game of dodgeball. There's someone I owe a huge favor."

His red eyes instantly cut to Blossom's location only to find her on the bleachers in the middle of a crowd of girls from their homeroom.

A sly smirk stretches across Butch's face signals to Boomer that he totally agrees with his brother's thought process.

"Do what you got to do. If you need us, you know how to call us." Boomer quickly reminds Brick of their strong brotherhood bond.

"Will all of the Sophomore girls' participating in the dodgeball game stand off to my right and the boys stand to my left." Their principal's voice rings in their ears as he broadcasts his message.

"Showtime ladies!" Buttercup happily declares with a sadistic smile on her face. She then leaps to her feet and canters over to her principal's right side.

"Is it me or is your sister really pumped for today's event?" Midori questions Bubbles instead of Blossom since she has been out of it lately.

Her sky blue eyes cast her sights in her sister's direction before she glances at her and utters, "You have no idea."

"This is the official start of day three of the Sport Fest and as you all may know that today's sport is indoors. We hope that students will work within the adjusted rules of dodgeball since I know you all tend to go a bit overboard."

"So without further ado, let's start today's activities!" Alma concluded his announcement, which was followed up with a round of an applause from the students' anticipation to start.

"We have multiple courts set up so that we can minimize the time for you all to complete a game. The board is posted behind me with your opponents name as well as the court number." He reminds them while he points to the board behind him.

Lime green eyes gaze over the board until she locates her class name before she searches for Ms. Omiya's class and discovers that they were on the opposite side of the bracket.

'This is too perfect!' She maniacally deems to herself as an expression of satisfaction materializes on her face before she heads off to their respective court.

"Try not to lose." Butch's voice unexpectedly rings in her ears, which causes her to gaze over in his direction.

Buttercup halts in the middle of her stride, faces his direction, flashes a small smile, and responds, "Same for you."

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Drake Pierce leisurely relaxes against his wooden chair with his feet prop up on the surface of the desk. His teacher attempts to explain how the simple formula can be use to solve a much complex math problem.

He tirelessly closes his eyes since the lesson was rather on the dull and boring side and allows his mind to randomly wander elsewhere.

"Are you the Drake Pierce?" An unknown masculine voice was probing before raising his hand in the air to prevent a punch from reaching his face.

Drake remained perfectly balanced in his chair with his eyes still closed. He then turned his head in the direction of the punch.

"That was such a rude awakening." The brunette calmly complains when he cuts his eyes in their direction and adds, "You need to learn how to properly greet people, especially if they were in the middle of a good nap."

The teenage boy attempted to withdraw his hand to his side but the teen did not budged, "Uhm boss...he won't let my hand go."

"Here...you can have it back then." The young man utters before he releases his grip from around the young man's hand.

He haphazardly stumbles backwards until he hides behind a burly body, who Drake naturally assumes is his "Boss".

"Will you fellows kindly leave Mr. Pierce alone so that he can acquire his adequate education?" The teacher meekly voices their opinion of the situation.

"Wait a minute...you were the one who wiped out my crew in that alleyway?" The other boy, who he predicts was the leader of the group of boys, questions him.

He releases a sigh from his lips and counters, "You mean that same group of idiots, who tried to rape a young lady that accidentally roamed onto your gang's territory?"

The boy that tried to punch him suddenly slammed his hand against the surface of Drake's desk and broke it in half with little to no wasted effort.

"Now was breaking a perfectly nice desk such as that one really necessary?" The brunette casually chides to the group that deliberately starts to surround him.

"Yes it was. You know we have strict rules about those who trespass on our territory. You either follow them or you will face a punishment." The boss confidently verbalizes to the young man.

Drake audibly chuckles at the young man's pathetic attempt at a threat, "You know what kid...I'll have to give you some credit."

"You have a lot of confidence in not only your gang but your rank if you dare to speak to me like that. So I guess I could spare you for today."

The boss of the gang was taken aback by his moniker that he used toward him, "Look here you brat, who are you calling a kid? I'm older than you are!"

The brunette patiently waits until one of his gang members signal him for the go ahead to fight. They safely evacuate all of the innocent students and teacher, except for some members of his crew that were already in the classroom.

"So why don't we get this over with? I haven't had a good fight since I wiped the floor with your sorry behinds earlier." He states after he stands on his feet and slides his hands inside of his pants pocket.

"Besides, there's something that I've been inching to use on someone and I think you all should receive that award." The young man adds in before he dodges another punch to his face.

Drake speedily ducks under the punch and easily counters with a right jab at the boy's jaw.

The brunette avoided a desk that was tossed at him, which prompted him to comment, "Is that all you got?!"

"Can we hurry this up then? I do want to learn about math."

One of the lackeys attempts to use another desk to distract him so he deliberately squats closer to the ground.

'An airborne attack, huh?'

The teenager utilizes his current position to his advantage as he speedily pushes his body from the ground along with his left leg until it connects with their stomach, which ceases the attack.

From the corner of his eyes, he tracks someone move to attack him from his blind side. The brunette opts to use the lackey still on his leg and tosses him in the assailant's direction.

He then drops his foot back on the surface of the ground since he had to react fast because another desk flies in his direction.

'This is already boring.' Drake inwardly considered since his patience has completely ran its course.

'I think I should end this now.'

The teen was closing his eyes and evening out his breathing as a means to intensely concentrate on the opponents in front of him.

'Oh, he's about to end this! He's going to use that move!' His gang members predict after they watch gusts of wind unnaturally whips around their boss's body.

"Everyone move away from the classroom now!" A random member abruptly instructs to the group as they desperately scramble for their dear precious lives.

Drake raises his left leg until it evenly aligns with his pectorals while his hands form the shape of a lily. He then swiftly brings his leg down and rapidly thrusts his hands forward before the desk could even reach him.

The initial course of the desk was drastically altered as it now flew toward the group as well as the other desks that were in its path.

"What is this power?" The boss curiously wonders after his back collides against the wall of the classroom.

He nimbly protects his face from the onslaught of desks that starts to continuously bombard him.

"Crack", "Crack", "Crack", "Snap", "Crumble" The walls eventually gave way due to the extremely powerful punches that caused the wall to crumble to mere chunks and pieces.

The young man langiously shrugs off the guys' presence when he senses his fearful teacher and classmates nervously stare at the now unconscious gang members trap underneath the debris.

"Yo teach, I know the answer to that question!" The brunette curtly retorts with a small smile on his face and head tilt to the side.

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"Was it me or were those a little bit too easy to win?" Buttercup suspiciously proposes to her team.

They wrap up with their latest victory, which secures their spot in the final round of competition.

"Blossom was totally spot on with the game plan for the class." Bubbles happily gloats about her sister while Midori agrees to the comment.

"Yeah! If it wasn't for the plans Blossom came up with, we would have gone all the way to the fifteen second game." The red head adds in to her hypothetical situation.

Blossom was uncharacteristically distant whenever she was around her sisters' and friends until realizing that they were passing by the boys' game.

Brick develops the sense that someone eyes were dead set on him. He briefly peers over to his right and registers that it was none other than Blossom Utonium.

"Brick, hit the deck!" Butch's voice instructs as he instantly ducks down to avoid two red balls that was hurl at his face.

"Good one, Brick!" Boomer loudly proclaims after he fires off a red ball in order to move the opponents off of his case so he could have time to rise to his feet.

"Pay attention next time." Butch sternly advises his brother before he helps him up.

'That's right…I have to get through this first before I can even approach Blossom.'

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Author's Note

04.04.17 Major editing revisions

07.10.17 Cleaning up revisions