Sorry, I ended the last chapter in a weird spot. So.. This one starts of right where the other one left off.
"So…" Boomer trailed off, "Are you ever going to use your 'request' from kicking my ass in pool last night?"
Bubbles smiled the most devious smile she could manage, "I'm saving it."
"The suspense is killing me!" He cried out, clearing the empty glasses from the counters.
"Sorry Boom." She laughed, "It's a once in a lifetime opportunity I've been given, I need to save it for something reaally good."
Boomer stopped what he was doing to look at her, "You know, I think you might secretly be evil." He joked.
Bubbles winked at him and continued pilling the trash from around the house into a plastic bag.
She was really hot when she was being devious. And he almost lost it with that wink. No, the word evil didn't belong anywhere near her. He was almost positive that she was an angel.
"By the way, did you call me 'Boom?' he asked, raising an eyebrow in her direction. "My brothers call me that sometimes, I've never liked it."
A light blush crept over her cheeks, she stopped cleaning to glance over at him, "It slipped, sorry." She laughed, a little embarrassed. "I won't say-"
"But it's really cute when you say it." He smiled warmly at her.
She turned away from him to hide her rapidly spreading blush. And smiled to herself. "So, are you guys close?"
"Idunno, I mean we're pretty close, I think." Boomer thought for a second about what it meant to be 'close' with someone. "I wouldn't trade em or anything."
When the house was picked up, and the counters were wiped down, Bubbles started the dishes.
"You don't have to do that!" Boomer said.
Bubbles continued, "I don't mind. I actually kind of like cleaning." She said, "It's sort of relaxing."
Boomer had never heard anything like that before and the idea was really strange to him. Him and his brothers all hated doing housework, but somebody had to do it and that somebody was usually Brick. "Oh, okay then." He looked around, the kitchen was about done. "I guess I'll vacuum."
Boomer found the vacuum in the hall closet, he had to look for it in a few different places, realizing he didn't actually know where it was kept. He wondered if Butch knew, making a mental note to ask his brother later.
Once they'd finished cleaning the house, they sat down on the sofa and found something to watch.
"Boomer?" Bubbles asked, "What's your favorite movie?"
His eyes lit up for a moment and then his face fell. He couldn't tell her what his favorite movie was, she would laugh in his face. She was a nice girl but surely, even she had her limits. Nobody knew, especially not his brothers.
Based on his facial expressions, she assumed he didn't want to say or maybe that he didn't have one. "Maybe, er do you not like movies?" She asked finally.
"No, I love movies!" He exclaimed. "I just don't wanna… it's embarrassing."
"Oh." She laughed, "You don't have to tell me. I was just curious."
He felt a little bad. She smiled like it was no big deal, and it probably wasn't. Bubbles wasn't the kind of girl that let things get to her easily. Still, he felt his chest tighten a little. She was making an effort to get to know him. Him of all people. He didn't even deserve to be in her presence, and here he was, unwilling to open up.
Being startled awake by a vacuum, wasn't how Buttercup wanted to wake up that morning. However, waking up and seeing Butch asleep next to her was exactly what she wanted.
She checked her watch: 11:39am. Eww. She got out of bed and pulled the blinds closed, darkening the room considerably. Much better. When she got back to bed Butch was lifting up the blanket, waiting for her. When she climbed back in, he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her firmly up against him. She could feel his hot breath on her neck. First his hand was resting under her bust, above her t-shirt, but after about a minute he slid his hand under her shirt. Slowly travelling up her stomach, until he found her breasts. He cupped her left boob in his hand, caressing it. Not wanting the other boob to feel left out, he decided it would be best to hold both of them together. His hand lightly glided back and forth over them causing her nipples to erect beneath his fingers. She swallowed hard as his thumb and index finger latched onto one, massaging delicately, before moving to the next. He pushed her hair out of the way and nuzzled into her neck from behind.
Wanting to be closer to him, she scooted her butt further back, into him. She was only wearing one of his t-shirts and her underwear, so when she backed up she could easily feel how excited he was, through his boxers. A staggered breath escaped his lips.
Butch's eyes widened, feeling her press into him. His hand went automatically to her hip, gripping onto her.
She rolled over, to face him now, needing to see him and to kiss him. She pulled her shirt up above her breasts and pressed herself against him. Her hand went to the back of his neck as she kissed him hungrily.
He lifted Buttercup's leg over him, pressing himself even further against her as they made out fiercely.
"Buttercup. I gotta… I'll be right back." He jumped out of bed and kissed her forehead before hurrying into the bathroom and shutting the door.
Blossom and Brick got back to his place at about noon.
"Wow." Brick said, impressed, as he entered the clean house. "Not bad."
Bubbles and Boomer were sitting on the couch, eating cereal, with the tv on in the background.
"Bubbles did most of it." Boomer confessed, through a spoonful of captain crunch.
Blossom took her shoes off and walked to the living room, greeting her blonde sister. "Is Buttercup still sleeping?" She glanced down at her watch, noting the time.
"You know her." Bubbles raised her eyebrows. "We'll be lucky if she wakes up before 1:00pm after last night."
Blossom rolled her eyes, "You make a good point."
Brick walked into his bedroom and gestured for Blossom to come too. She went into his room, a little nervous.
"Can we.. talk for a minute?" He asked, as she entered.
Her heart sank, "Yeah, sure."
"Its about our lit analysis." He said.
This wasn't where she had expected the conversation to go, but was instantly relieved. "What about it?" She asked, confused.
Brick glanced over at the notebook that they'd originally written their essay outline in. "I talked to Mr. Edwards on Friday… he told me that if we didn't work together then you were guaranteed a C."
Blossom's face fell a bit, remembering everything that had happened in the last week. "Yeah, that's right." She replied, letting out a small sigh.
"But if we do it together then you'll still get an A." He grabbed his backpack and sat on his bed. "It's due tomorrow…"
She smiled, "Guess we better get started then."
Brick pulled his laptop out of the bag and Blossom grabbed her pen and notebook from the desk and joined him on his bed. She opened to their essay notes and smiled to herself.
"What are you smiling about?" Brick teased.
"It's just, it's been less than a week and…" she trailed off, not really knowing what to say. "It's nothing."
Brick scrunched his nose. "Okay then." He said, still looking at her. He felt like he knew what she was going to say but he didn't know how to talk about it either and didn't wanna go there anyway. He wasn't sure what was going on between them but he was conflicted about it. "So you read the outline and I'll type?"
"Works for me." She smiled.
"I guess I should head home." Bubbles said, getting to her feet. "The Professor is going to start wondering where we are." She laughed. "He's a little.. overprotective. But he's been getting better lately."
Her bag and shoes were already waiting for her by the door. She picked up the bowl that she'd eaten cereal out of, off of the coffee table, along with Boomer's and carried them to the sink.
Boomer followed her towards the kitchen. "I'm really glad you came!" He offered.
"So am I. I knew it would be fun, but it was even better than I imagined." She smiled at him, and then looked down at her feet.
"Bubbles." He said, taking a step closer to her. "Is it okay if-" he cut himself off, just going in for t
It, instead of asking. His arms were around her waist gently, as his lips met hers.
She pulled away slightly, "You taste like captain crunch."
"If you can't choose between cereals, always go with captain crunch." Boomer relayed his line from their theatre skit, kissing her again.
"Captain Crunch is my favorite cereal, you know." She whispered. "And this time… we actually can make out."
Buttercup arrived home shortly after Bubbles. Surprisingly enough, Blossom was the last one still at the boys place.
"What are they even doing in his room for so long?" Buttercup asked Bubbles.
Bubbles giggled, "Probably making out."
She scoffed. "That's so weird… It's Brick for fucks sake."
"Buttercup!" Bubbles scolded. "He's not that bad. He's a little moody, and rough around the edges but underneath that, I think he's a pretty good guy. He definitely likes her."
"Whatever. It's not like I care." She said, knowing full well she was actually really curious about his and Blossom's growing relationship. She rolled over in her bed, laying on her stomach. "So what's up with you and Boomer?"
Bubbles started twirling at the ends of her pigtails. "I don't know, exactly. We're not technically together. But we like each other… I mean I think he does anyway." She shrugged, blushing. "How long were you talking to Butch.. before you started dating?"
"A few weeks." She said simply. "But we were keeping it a secret I guess, so we were always sneaking around."
"Why?" Bubbles couldn't understand what the point of having someone special would be if you couldn't even tell people about it, or pretended to be nothing in front of others. That just sounded sad and miserable to her.
Buttercup thought for a second about how to answer. Normally she was never this open about her personal life, but her and Bubbles talked about almost everything. "I guess.. I didn't know if he wanted to. And I really like him. Like, a lot." She bit her lip, to hide her smile. "So if he wasn't looking for a relationship, I didn't wanna bring it up."
Bubbles lifted herself off her bed and started for the shower, "Well I think you two are super cute! And I'm so happy that you're together!" She squealed, closing the bathroom door.
Buttercup rolled her eyes to herself, a small smile playing on her lips. She pulled her favorite green blanket from beneath her pillow and hugged it. Not long ago she had been in a short relationship with a guy that she had been friends with for 10 years and it was fine.. She even thought it was great at the time. But being with Butch showed her just how mundane her relationship with Mike really was. She felt bad thinking that, but couldn't help it. Butch had been her enemy for the last 10 years but they meshed so well together, became attached so quickly. And being with him made her feel a happiness that she didn't know existed. It felt surreal, they were actually together. She was his.
"Finished." Brick said. He carried his laptop over to his desk and sat it down carefully, closing the lid.
Blossom closed her notebook and stood too, adjusting her dress. She felt like she'd been wearing this stupid dress forever and was desperate to change into something more comfortable. Why couldn't she have worn leggings, when she'd left her house to meet up with Luke? It would've been much more practical. A tinge of guilt washed over her. She really did need to text him back..
Brick lingered near his desk, unsure of what should happen next. He could tell by looking at her that Blossom was in the same predicament. "There now at least you don't have to take a C. Wouldn't want you to mess up your precious gpa." He joked sarcastically.
She rolled her eyes. "It's too bad we couldn't have worked it out before I finished my own analysis."
He felt a little guilty about causing this situation in the first place. "Yeah, so.. sorry about that.." he offered, his hand at the back of his head, nervously.
She looked down for a moment, trying to think of what to say. Why were things so hard between them? "Brick I-"
Blossom's phone started vibrating in her hand. She had turned it back on a little while after they'd left the restaurant. She glanced at the screen assuming that it was Luke again, but it was a text from the Professor wondering if she'd be home for supper. She quickly replied back:
Be home soon
Before slipping her cell into her pocket. "I should go." She said, as she started to gather her things from around his room. Once she was sure she had everything she put her jacket on and stole a glance at Brick. He was just standing there, quietly. "Okay." She opened his bedroom door.
"I'll walk you out." He replied, following behind her to the front door. Boomer and Butch were on the sofa, paying 'Zombie Death' and didn't even look their way.
Blossom stood at the front door, putting her shoes on, waiting for Brick to say something. But nothing came. It wasn't surprising that he was closing himself off, she'd spent all night and day on eggshells, wondering when he would push her away. She was surprised though, by how much it hurt, how much she desperately wanted him to want her. At the same time she kind of understood. Even she had reservations, which is why under normal circumstances, she wouldn't have acted on her feelings like she had the previous night. He opened the door, letting her out.
She looked back at him, attempting a smile, "Uh, thanks for breakfast."
"Don't mention it. It was nothing." He shrugged.
"Right." He watched her face fall a bit, before she turned her back to him, "See you."
He swallowed as he watched her pink streak shoot across the sky.
"That was… Painful to witness." Butch said coming from the living room. "You are one cold dude."
Boomer shouted over his shoulder, eyes still glued to the tv. "Yeah man, way harsh."
Brick closed the front door, crossing his arms over his chest. "You guys are so nosy."
"We can't help it if we have super hearing." Butch smirked. "And I was curious, what can I say? It's not everyday that your hardass brother decides to hook up with a Powerpuff girl."
"We didn't hook up. It's not like that." He snarled.
Butch looked at him in disbelief, "You just had a hot girl alone with you in your room for like 15 hours! You expect me to believe nothing happened?" He laughed out loud, knowing his brother was full of shit.
He scoffed, walking back to his bedroom and closing the door, without a rebuttal. He needed a shower, to relax and think.
He let the steaming water rush over his body. Had he made a mistake by allowing things to get that far with her? It could never work between them. She was a Powerpuff girl, a hero and saviour of Townsville. It would be too complicated. He could admit that she was beautiful, but that's all this was. They were both 17, and got caught up in the moment. That's all. It couldn't be anymore than that. No matter how many times these things repeated in his head, he couldn't help but think.. what if things could work. Things had felt so.. complete with her by his side. Holding her felt better than he would ever admit, maybe even to himself. We just got caught up in the moment. That's all, he thought.
Brick, my boy. We both know it's more than that.
HIM's voice sang in his head. He let out a loud huff. "Why did you do this? What are you getting out of it?"
That's not very nice. I just wanted to help you fix things with her. Isn't that what you wanted?
Brick rolled his eyes, "This just further complicated things. It's probably gonna be weirder than ever with her now." The thought made him swallow. How were things going to be between them at school? He had to assume that she would be upset with him for how he'd ended their 'time' together. He didn't feel good about it, in fact, it killed him inside. He liked her, there was no denying that. To himself anyway. It took everything he had to let her leave that way, to treat her so coldly after she had admitted to having feelings for him, even acted on them.. with a little help. He sighed, putting his arm to the wall and resting his forehead on it.
You can't blame me for that part. You're the one choosing to push her away.
Brick couldn't listen anymore. "Can I take my shower, in peace now?" HIM's voice left his mind right away. He knew HIM was right. He had a good time, a great time even, with Blossom. He shouldn't have led her on by taking her out for breakfast, and definitely not flirted with her the whole time. Whenever he was with her he wasn't in his right mind, he couldn't think straight until she was out of sight.
He should've just 'ended' whatever was between them as soon as they'd woken up.. but would that have changed anything? It might've made things worse, waking up together in bed and then sending her on her way… He couldn't do that, not to her. Even though all they had actually done was made out.. He knew that it meant something to her. Blossom wasn't the type of girl to let go of control easily. She got hit on and checked out constantly but as far as he knew, she never dated. He wondered if last night, with him, was her first kiss. Did she waste it on him? On someone who had no intention of reciprocating feelings?
He was overthinking it. Just because she kissed him, didn't mean that she wanted to be with him. He had been with plenty of girls that he didn't want anything serious with. It was just a spontaneous make out session. That's all. He swallowed again. There was no going back now, Blossom only acted on whatever feelings she had, because of HIM, and now that he pushed her away, there was no chance of her ever trying with him again. He couldn't help feeling like he'd made a mistake.
Bubbles got home from her late night cheer practice, worn out. She changed into her pajamas and brushed her teeth, before crawling straight into bed. Blossom, Buttercup and the Professor were all watching a movie downstairs, but she was too tired to join.
She glanced at her watch, it was only a little after 10pm. She was lying in the darkness of her room smiling, when her phone went off. She grabbed it from her nightstand, where it had already been plugged in for the night. There was a text from Boomer:
Bubbles, are you still up?
She typed back:
I just laid down, not sleeping yet
She stared at her phone, waiting for a reply. Curious about why he had texted her so suddenly. She saw his message pop up:
It's Air Bud.
When she saw his message she had to re-read it a couple times before she understood. Then she smiled wide and replied:
No, stop. You're hurting my heart
She rolled over and buried her face into her pillow, smiling and tearing up all at the same time. Then her phone went off again:
Sorry.. I don't know what that means?
She laughed out loud. "What a dummy."
It means, you're too cute for this world.
She could see that Boomer was typing, but she was dozing off rapidly. So she sent him another text:
Goodnight, Boomer 3
ps: I love that movie.
Standing in the shower, Blossom had to give herself a pep talk before school. "You can do this, it's just Brick. There was never anything between you, so there's nothing to be upset about. He doesn't owe you anything. You came onto him, remember? And it wasn't even like that anyway, you don't like him. It was just a kiss. Completely meaningless. And the breakfast was just him trying to be nice. That's it. Everything's fine. You can do this. It's just Brick. Classmate Brick. "Okay." She turned off the water and stepped out with a smile and a better outlook on the day ahead.
She walked over to her side of the closet to get dressed, choosing a light pink pleated skirt, and a cropped white collared shirt. "Hmm." She checked her reflection in the mirror, it needed something else. She pulled a cropped sweater vest from the hanger and added it to her ensemble, fixing the collar from her white shirt, so it showed through. The vest was black and had a pink diamond pattern across the chest. Perfect, she thought.
Her sisters were already downstairs eating breakfast, when she joined them.
"God, could you be any more preppy." Buttercup laughed, eating her toast.
Bubbles scoffed, "I think you look great Bloss!"
She shot a look at Buttercup. Then turned her attention to Bubbles. "Thanks Bubs, I feel great." She smiled, grabbing a muffin from the counter and strolling out for school.
Blossom slid into her seat before Brick got to class. She wanted to speak with Mr. Edwards before the bell rang but it looked like he was running late. She took out her planner, having switched back to her original one, and began writing some things down. She felt a pull at her heart when she read the entry from the day before, 'Breakfast with Brick (:' the smiley face may as well have been staring into her soul. She shook it off. We're friends that's all. Well.. not friends. Classmates. Former enemies. It was just a meal, meant nothing. You can do this, you can see him and feel nothing, because it was nothing. She thought. She finished jotting her schedule for today and part of tomorrow down and closed the book. Smile, keep smiling.
She hadn't noticed all the students that had begun to fill the classroom, looking at her watch, she realized class was about to start. Mr. Edwards was also at his desk now. She approached him, "Good morning, Mr. Edwards." She smiled.
"Good morning, Blossom."
"I just wanted to let you know that Brick and I worked things out and completed our essay together, afterall." She said.
Her teacher smiled, taking a sip of his coffee. "Good, I really didn't want to have to give you less points than I know you deserve. Although I was looking forward to seeing what your take on 'Pride and Prejudice' was." He laughed.
Blossom laughed too, "I actually did complete that analysis before we worked things out, but I'm sure you'll have enough papers to read as it is."
"Nonsense!" He declared, "You read two novels and completed two analysis essays in a week? That's very impressive, Blossom. In fact, I would say that you deserve some extra credit. Why don't you turn both of them in. I'm always happy to read your works."
"Thank you, sir!" She exclaimed, heading back to her seat.
She was so excited about the extra credit opportunity that she almost didn't notice Brick seated at their table. Almost. She kept her smile, sliding back into her seat as the bell rang.
Brick pulled their printed paper out of his folder and sat it in the middle of the table. She picked it up and reread it. "Definitely an A paper." She said.
Brick was startled to hear her voice, having assumed that she wouldn't be speaking to him, probably for a while. After how he'd handled things the day before, he probably wouldn't talk to himself if he was her.
"Oh." She said, suddenly. "You forgot to put our names on this." She picked up her pen and wrote in her big bubbly handwriting:
Blossom Utonium and Brick Jojo
He glanced over at the paper, double checking his mistake. "Oh shit, I guess I did." And watched as she fixed it. Blossom utonium and Brick Jojo. He swallowed, turning away from her. What was up with her anyway? She seemed completely fine, like nothing had ever happened between them. Maybe it really didn't mean anything.
Mr. Edwards looked up from his desk. "Okay everyone, time to hand in papers. Make sure they're out on your table." His eyes found Blossom at the back of the room. "Blossom, would you mind collecting them?"
She stood up, taking hers and Bricks first and then reached into her binder and pulled out her extra one, before walking to the next table.
Brick watched her closely, as she went from table to table. Why was she in such a good mood today? It was kind of annoying. And what a fucking teacher's pet, seriously. His eyes flickered down to her outfit. Her long, bare legs in a short skirt. Fuck, he thought. That's not gonna help anything. Don't even look at her.
Blossom got to the table behind Boomer's, the one with the jerk that grabbed her wrist before and his jerk friend. She reached down to collect their papers, her hair falling over her shoulder.
"Blossom. You are looking exxxxtra good today. I looove that skirt on you." He winked.
"Thank you." She smiled, moving onto the next table.
'Thank you'? Brick watched, in disdain, as she was basically just sexually harassed by this perv. But instead of getting upset, like she normally would've… she smiled and thanked him? Thanked him for hitting on her, in the most disgusting way. What the fuck.
Blossom returned to their table, re-taking her seat. Brick unclenched his fists and tried to relax. He stared at her while she wasn't paying attention. "You're wearing your hair down today." He stated, flatly.
She looked at him confused, "Yeah?" She didn't know if she meant it as a question or a statement but it sounded like a mixture. She waited expectantly for his reply.
"Nevermind." He faced the front of the room again.
"Okay." She laughed.
"Now that we've learned the basics of music theory.. And I mean the absolute basics. It's time to get started actually playing." Mr. Martin announced to his Music class.
There was a slew of hollering and cheering from all the students.
"It's about fucking time." Buttercup said.
Butch smiled at her, "Are you gonna sing, or play guitar? Maybe both?"
She rolled her eyes, "I don't know. But I don't think I wanna sing in front of everyone."
"Why the fuck not?" He scrunched his nose at her.
"Because. Idunno. I've only ever sang in front of my friends." She said, simply. "What's it to you?"
"You have an amazing voice. You're fucking good. And you should use it." He retorted.
Mr. Martin quieted the class down and continued. "All of you will be working on an individual piece, to be presented before Christmas break. That gives you nearly three months." He explained. "The paper I'm about to pass out will explain the details and requirements."
"So what are you gonna do? Do you even play any instruments?" Buttercup raised an eyebrow.
Butch scoffed, like it should've been obvious, "I play the drums."
"You fucking do not!" Buttercup's eyes widened. "You would've told me."
"I'm not really one to brag..." He winked at her.
Buttercup folded her arms across her chest. "Fucking prove it then."
Butch eyed her carefully. "Are you saying you don't believe me? Or are you challenging me?"
She looked at him, shaking her head. "If you can play the drums. For real. Then I'll..." She trailed off, not being able to think of anything.
"Then you'll.. what?" He asked, curiously.
Buttercup laughed, "I can't think of anything. But it doesn't matter because you can't do it. There's no way that you wouldn't have brought it up."
"Okay, if you're so sure. Then I have an idea." Butch suggested, smiling deviously.
"Fine. What?" She asked.
He bit his lip, and looked at her in a way that made her breath catch. "If I can actually play the drums.." He leaned into her, to whisper in her ear. "Then I want you to send me a nude photo."
"Okay. Deal." She said, confidently.
A huge smile crept onto Butch's face, and his eyes lit up. "Really?!"
"I'm not worried about it because you can't play." She winked.
"Come over after school tomorrow." He said, all smiles.
Standing in the locker room surrounded by her devoted followers, Princess was in a particularly good mood.
"Yeah they definitely were never a thing. He told me himself." Princess cooed.
Bubbles scoffed and Buttercup looked like she was about to say something. "Don't." Blossom said. "Please?" Everyone in the room knew that Princess was talking about Blossom and Brick.
"Whatever. I'm not gonna sit here and listen to her talk shit. I'm going." She nodded to the door.
Blossom and Bubbles followed her out, the group of them laughing as Blossom walked by.
"Aww I think we hurt her feelings." Princess giggled.
The three girls walked out to the soccer field. Opting to sit in the grass and talk before gym started.
"Bloss. What exactly is going on with you and… him?" Bubbles asked, not wanting to say his name, in case someone was listening.
Blossom sighed. "There's nothing going on. So there's nothing to tell, honestly."
Buttercup and Bubbles exchanged a glance.
"Okay, but something did happen. You can't deny it because we saw you the other night." Buttercup challenged. "So fess up."
"Fine." Blossom crossed her arms, and confessed to her sisters, "We kissed. And that's it… Basically."
Bubbles sat up straighter, smiling from ear to ear. "I knew it!" She looked at Buttercup, "Didn't I tell you, they made out all over his bed."
Blossom's face went red.
"Oh my gosh, you really did! That proves it!" Bubbles squealed.
Blossom pulled up a few pieces of grass, wrapping them around her fingers. "That's all that happened. And it was a huge mistake, that's never going to happen again." She assured them.
Bubbles' face fell, disappointed. "But why? You looked really happy yesterday when you left together."
Buttercup, not realizing that they had left together, looked slightly confused.
"We went out to breakfast, as… acquaintances." She said. "It was nothing." The words he said to her as she was leaving his house, rang in her head. "So that's it. Can we stop talking about it now?" She stood up and gathered with the rest of the class.
"Acquaintances?" Buttercup repeated, making a distorted face, "They really must not be on good terms."
Bubbles nodded her head in agreement and the two joined their classmates.
He's not anything to you. Just a classmate. Your sister's boyfriend's brother. That's all. Keep your head up and keep smiling. Don't let him see that he's affecting you. Correction, he's not affecting you. Smile. Blossom was distracted, giving herself another pep talk in her head, when the ball got passed to her.
"Blossom pay attention!" Buttercup yelled running over.
She made a quick recovery, kicking the ball towards the opponents goal, but Princess blocked it and sent it flying back at her. She dodged it and Buttercup made the goal.
"What the heck Princess!" Blossom yelled. "You do realize we're on the same team, right?"
"And you do realize you're in my way, right?" Princess fired back.
Bubbles looked over at the field next to them, spying Boomer, and waved at him.
"How am I possibly in your way?!" Blossom asked, confused.
"You're in my way on the field and you're in my way of Brick!" Princess declared.
Everyone stopped playing and was staring at the two girls showdown now. Ms. Brown blew her whistle from across the field.
"You pretend to be some prude, goody two shoes, but I know you're really a giant slut!"
Blossom started laughing, while a few people let out gasps. Bubbles held back Buttercup. Princess was so loud, that the whole boy's gym class was watching them now too.
Princess crossed her arms over her chest. "I know you hooked up with Brick. Everyone knows it!"
"There's nothing going on between me and Brick!" She yelled. "Why can't you get that through your head?"
Princess took a step closer to her. "Yeah right. Like I'd believe anything you say. I bet you gave it up to his brothers too! I wouldn't be surprised."
"Fucking bite me." Blossom turned, walking off the field.
Just as Ms. Brown was shouting at Blossom about her language. Buttercup kicked the ball at Princess's head, sending her to the ground. She smiled, pleased with herself.
Princess was on the ground fake crying about how hurt she was and how her daddy practically paid for this school.
"Detention! Blossom and Buttercup!"
"Oh you've got to be fucking kidding me!" Buttercup complained.
Ms. Brown blew her whistle at Buttercup, who joined Blossom. Getting the fuck out of there. Bubbles, not knowing what to do, ran after them.
"I can't believe this shit!" Buttercup complained to the guys, sitting down to lunch. "I'm too pissed off, even to eat."
The guys started laughing, until she shot them a death glare.
"I can't believe you kicked a fucking soccer ball at her head." Butch said excitedly. "You're such a badass."
"Kicked a soccer ball at who?" Mike said joining them, having missed the beginning of the conversation.
Harry smiled, "Princess."
Buttercup scoffed. "Ugh. Don't fucking say her name."
"What did she do to get you so upset anyway? Aside from the usual shit." Mitch asked, curiously.
"She called Blossom a slut." Butch said, his eyes darting to Mike, who visibly stiffened. "Girls don't like that."
Harry and Mitch shot each other looks, "In what world is Blossom Utonium a slut?" Mitch asked, baffled.
"One I'd like to live in!" Harry exclaimed.
"None." Buttercup said, directing her attention to Harry. "That wasn't even the worst fucking part."
Everyone looked at her intensely, except for Butch who looked down.
"That bitch had the audacity-" she started. "No, I'm not even fucking saying it. God. I wanna rip her-"
An announcement came over the PE system:
Blossom and Buttercup Utonium to the principal's office immediately.
"Wish I was high for this." Buttercup stood up, leaving the table.
"I really wish I didn't have to be having this conversation with your girls again." Ms. Keane said, sternly. She directed her attention to Buttercup, "It's only been a little over a month since you started a fight with Butch and now you've kicked a soccer ball into Princess Morbuck's head? You know how her father is, he's already calling the school absolutely furious."
"It's not my fault she didn't duck." Buttercup spat, crossing her arms over her chest with a smug look on her face.
"Buttercup!" Blossom scolded.
Ms. Keane looked at Blossom now, "And you, I never would've expected something like this from you, Blossom. A screaming match in the middle of class, not to mention foul language."
"With all due respect Ms. Keane." Buttercup said in a not very respectful tone. "Why isn't Princess being punished? She kicked the ball at Blossom first and called her a slut in front of the whole girls and boys gym classes. She even accused her of sleeping with three different people, who she named. None of which are even true."
Ms. Keane's eyes widened at the news she'd just been given. "Blossom, is this true?"
Buttercup scoffed.
"Yes, it's true. And one of the people she accused me of… sleeping with.. is Buttercup's boyfriend. So I'm sure you can see why she was very upset." Blossom nodded over to her sister.
Ms. Keane took a deep breath. "This is the first I'm hearing about this." She walked over to her desk and picked up the phone. "You girls can go back to lunch now."
By the time Brick got to health class. The whole school had already been buzzing about what happened, or what they heard happened in the girls gym class. The phrase 'Blossom gone bad' had spread through the school like wildfire.
Blossom wasn't there yet. Neither was the teacher. Nearly everyone in the room was gossiping and looking around the room to see if any of the involved parties had come in yet. When any of their eyes fell on Brick, they shut up immediately.
Buttercup walked in the room and went straight to the front of the class. "Okay. I'm gonna say this only once, so fucking listen." She ripped a guy's headphones out of his ears and threw them onto the table. "If I hear. One. Goddamn. Word. About any of the bullshit rumors going around. One wrong look in her direction..." Buttercup's eyes started glowing blood red. "I promise, I will make you regret ever being born." Her eyes stopped glowing and she smiled. "Thanks." Before taking her seat next to Butch.
"You're fucking scary." Butch whispered, showing her his arm. "I have goosebumps." He smirked, "Remind me never to get on your bad side."
Blossom was the last to enter the room, just as the bell rang. Obviously, trying to avoid any unnecessary chatter. She averted Brick's gaze as she sat down. Much to her surprise, nobody in class was talking about her, or even turned back to look at her, which she was confused about, but even more grateful for
Mrs. Drake sat at her desk." Alright, there's been a change of plans for today. Mr. Morbuck's, who I'm sure you all know, donates a significant amount of money to fund the health department, called…"
Blossom's eyes went wide at the mention of his name.
"And requested that we discuss safe sex practices. Apparently there are some people in this class, who he believes could benefit from this information. Now I know we've already gone over this, but we'll just do a quick recap for today."
Blossom's jaw fell open. Brick's tightened up considerably. Buttercup and Butch exchanged irritated glances at each other and the rest of the class was dead silent.
Swallowing hard, Blossom tried desperately to stop the tears from coming. Everyone, aside from maybe Ms. Drake, knew that the call was about her.
The teacher turned on a movie, flipped off the lights and closed the door. Before the movie started playing, the room was silent. Only those with super hearing heard the group of guys walking a little ways down the hall:
"Yeah, I heard she hooked up with all three brothers." One of them said.
-"I thought for sure she was a virgin but it seems like she'll give it up to anybody."
A third voice, "I'd like to take her for a spin."
Brick, Boomer, and Butch all whipped their heads towards the door. Buttercup stood up, with her fists tightened at her sides. Butch didn't try to stop her, he was pissed enough to fight too. Ms. Drake looked at her confused. When she turned towards the door, one look from Blossom landed her back in her chair.
When the noise from the movie filled the room, Blossom couldn't hold back anymore, and Brick watched a single tear fall onto the desk beneath her. He felt his chest tighten, as he thought about how hurt and embarrassed she must be. There were always rumors going around about her, he realized that as soon as he'd started at this school. She always tried her best to stay positive, but today she couldn't. This time it was too much. He felt bad, knowing that it involved him in a roundabout way. Princess only lashed out at Blossom because he wouldn't give her the time of day.
He heard Blossom taking deep breaths, presumably to calm herself down. He pulled out his phone under the desk, she didn't notice. Then he placed a tiny white earbud on the table in front of her. She looked at it for a moment and then put it in. For the rest of the class period Brick and Blossom listened to music together instead of watching the bullshit movie.
When the bell rang, she gave him back his earbud, smiling. "Thanks." She said, It was the first time she'd looked at him all period.
Even with slightly smudged makeup and bloodshot eyes, she was undeniably gorgeous.
"Boomer!" Bubbles yelled down the hall, after school.
He turned around and waved to her, watching as she happily bounced over.
"Hey." He beamed at her, playing with one of her curls.
She giggled. "I just.. wanted to see you for a second before practice. She leaned up against the locker next to his, staring up at him.
"You're really cute." He couldn't help himself. "Are you allowed to have visitors?"
"Some of the girls boyfriend's wait in the bleachers." She replied. "But it's probably really boring to watch."
He closed his locker and leaned up against it, mimicking her pose. "Will.. you be wearing your cheerleading outfit?"
She smiled at him, "Yes… I was just about to go change."
His lips formed a devious smile, "Then how could it be boring?"
"Boomer!" She playfully hit his chest.
She turned and strode down the hall, leaving him standing at his locker. Then glanced over her shoulder, fluttering her eyelashes. "Are you coming?"
He waited for her outside the girls locker room, while she changed. He had never seen her, or anyone else for that matter, in uniform and he was really eager.
When she came out his mouth fell slightly open. The skirt was shorter than he thought it would be, being school provided attire. It went just past her butt. The top was long sleeved, but showed a couple inches of her stomach. She even put a cute bow in her hair.
"Bubbles, you look…. Incredible!" While she was busy blushing, he pulled out his phone and snapped a photo of her.
"Did you just… take a picture of me?" She laughed, in disbelief.
He grinned at her, throwing his hand into his hair, and then glanced back down at the photo. "Sorry." He apologized, "Would you believe me if I said my hand slipped?"
"Did it?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No." He admitted. "But you look really pretty! Can I keep it?"
"Okay." She agreed, smiling. "Only if I can take one of you."
Boomer laughed, "Why would you want one of me? I'm not pretty."
As soon as he finished saying 'pretty' Bubbles snapped one, smiled and put her phone back in her bag. "Let's go."
Butch put his hand on his bedroom doorknob, "Are you ready to have your mind blown?" He asked.
"I've been ready for two days." She said, booping him on the nose with her finger. "Now let me in."
When he opened his bedroom door, there was a glittery forest green drum set sprawled out in the back corner of his room.
"Where did you get this?!" She was a little shocked, she honestly thought Butch was just luring her over here to fool around.
"I've had it for years." He shrugged, "It's been over at Mojo's."
Buttercup stared at the drums for a moment. "Butch, do you really know how to play?" She smiled.
He picked up a drumstick and placed the tip of it to her chest, travelling down the front of her body with it, until he reached her waistband. "Get ready to send me that photo." He winked.
Buttercup sat on his bed, as he got seated on his stool. "Butch?"
"Yeah Cupcake?" He smiled at her.
She blushed, "It can't have my face in it." She knew now that there was no chance that he couldn't play. He wouldn't have gone through all this trouble for a joke.
"Anything you're comfortable with." He said, started to play.
By the time Butch finished his drum solo, Buttercup's ears were ringing from the echo of the cymbals. "So.. you can actually play. And you're really good!"
Butch joined her on the bed, cuddling into her lap. "You really think so?"
"Butch, you're fucking good." She said matter of factly. "I'm dating a hot drummer." She leaned down to kiss him.
"More." He demanded, when she tried to pull away.
She kissed him again. "I really thought you were just bringing me here to mess around." She laughed, looking over at his kit again.
"I don't ever bring you here just to mess around." He said, scrunching his nose at her. "But I do always wanna mess around with you." He flirted, sitting up. "If you still came even though you thought that's what I wanted…" he smiled. "Buttercup, if you want me that bad, I'm all yours."
She leaned in closer to him and whispered, "I do want you that bad."
"You're such a tease." He told her, pushing her down on the bed.
"I am not!" She insisted, pulling him onto her. "I do want you… Probably much more than you realize." She bit her lip, before lifting herself up to kiss him.
"It's already been a week. Why are people still talking about this?" Kim asked, walking past a group of childish jocks.
Bubbles sighed. "They're pathetic and have nothing better to talk about, apparently."
"Why aren't more people talking about the fact that Buttercup smashed a ball into Princesses head? That's what I don't get. But no, everyone wants to talk about 'Blossom gone bad' when all she did was lose her temper and curse, once! Ugh!" Clara ranted.
"You're missing the part where the entire school thinks she's sleeping with the rowdyruff boys…" Kim reminded her, shooting a sorry look at Bubbles for having mentioned it.
Bubbles pulled her Algebra ll book from her locker, "I know it's hard to get away from. But can we talk about something else?" She asked, heading to class.
"Sorry Bubs!" They said in unison.
Bubbles smiled at them. "You know.. There's only like three weeks until Halloween."
"Eek! We need to go shopping asap before all the good costumes are gone!" Kim cried.
"Any ideas this year?" Clara asked
The first bell rang.
"Think of some possibilities!" Bubbles said to the girls as she split up with them, and went into her classroom.
She waved when she spotted Boomer across the room, already seated.
"Hey did you finish your homework?" Boomer asked her, pulling out his half finished sheet. "I was up on the phone all night with a hot blonde and didn't get to finish mine." He winked.
She pulled her homework out and held it out of his reach. "Aww that's too bad." She pouted. "Because I had time to spend hours on the phone and get my work done."
Boomer gave her a pouty face back, pleading to copy her answers.
"Only because you're cute and I can't resist you." She smiled, flirtatiously, placing her sheet on the table.
"Oh.. You can't, huh?" He bit his bottom lip, looking at her seductively.
She put the back of her hand to her forehead, to fake swoon. But inside she was actually freaking out. How was he allowed to be that attractive?
The final bell rang and Boomer hurried to copy her answers before the teacher came to collect homework.
"Boomer, what are you doing for Halloween?" She asked.
"Halloween?" He looked up from his paper. "I don't know, I've never really done anything for Halloween before."
Bubbles eyes widened, "You've never dressed up?"
"No." He laughed, "I don't see what the point is."
"Oh." She said, her face falling a little. "Well you don't have to dress up, but there's always a big party."
Boomer regretted what he'd said as soon as he saw her expression change. "Do you dress up?"
She hesitated for a minute, before smiling. "Yeah, I think it's fun. It's one of my favorite times of the year.."
Boomer smiled too, it was hard not to smile while looking at her. "I'll wear a costume if you help me find one."
Bubble's smile grew at Boomer's words.
"And." He added. "You have to promise to be my date to the party."
She blushed, turning her head away from him for a second. "Okay." She smiled, happily.
"Pinky promise?" Boomer held up his pinky.
Bubbles took his pink in hers, "Pinky promise."
Ever since the incident with Princess, Blossom had taken to skipping lunch and hanging out in the library instead. She couldn't stand feeling everyone's eyes on her, or listening to the same gossip over and over again. She couldn't wait for it to die down, it always did eventually. Although, the rumors about her had never been quite this bad.
"Hey Bloss." Robin whispered, walking up to her.
She smiled at her friend, "Hey, what are you doing in here?"
Robin sat on the floor next to Blossom, "I'm tired of eating lunch without you. I miss you."
"Trust me, I'll be happy when I can return to the cafeteria." She rolled her eyes.
"What do you do in here anyway?" Robin asked her, curiously as she glanced around the empty room.
She gestured over to the books next to her, "Homework if I have any. Or else I study for Chemistry."
"Aren't you hungry?" Robin asked, scrunching her nose. "If I don't eat during lunch then I'm moody for the rest of school." She laughed.
Blossom shrugged. "I mean, I am. But I don't wanna go in there." She nodded in the direction of the cafeteria. "And I don't want to bring a whole lunch in the library."
"You want a poptart or some fruit or something?" Robin offered.
"Oh, you don't have to-" Blossom started. But Robin was already walking away.
She smiled.
While Blossom was sitting stretched out on the floor, in the corner of the library, a few guys walked in and spotted her.
As soon as they saw her they headed straight for her. She stood up, not wanting to be hovered over.
"Blossom, hey." The tallest one smiled, leaning towards her. "How's it going?"
"Fine." She said flatly, eyeing the space behind them.
Another one of them stepped towards her, while the last guy stayed back, looking down at his feet, nervously.
"So, you're single right?" The second one asked, looking her up and down.
"Better watch out dude, she's Brick's girl." The tall one laughed.
"I'm no one's girl." Blossom scoffed, folding her arms over her chest.
The tall guy smiled deviously, "Feisty."
"Since you're single, you wouldn't mind getting to know me better then?" The second boy touched her chin gently.
Blossom had enough. She picked up her backpack and pushed past them, "I'm a nice girl, but I'm losing my patience." She said over her shoulder, leaving the library. She glanced at her watch, class was gonna be starting soon anyway.
"Hey Brick!" Robin ran to catch up to him, in the hall.
Brick turned around, irritated until he recognized her. "Yeah?" He asked, curious about what she would want with him.
"You have class with Blossom now, right?" She asked, hopeful.
"Yeah." Brick said, slightly confused.
Robin rummaged through her satchel, pulling out a poptart. "Would you mind taking her this? She hasn't been eating lunch." She said, with a worried expression on her face. "She was waiting for me in the library but when I got back she was gone." She handed him a book. "I think this is hers too."
"Uh, okay." Brick said, starting to walk away.
"Thanks! I'd find her but I'm gonna be late!" Robin yelled, speeding in the opposite direction.
Brick continued to class, he glanced down at the book, 'Jane Eyre' and smirked. Definitely something Blossom would read. He opened the front cover, there in big bubbly handwriting: Blossom Utonium. He closed the book smiling.
When he walked through the door, he heard her.
"Mrs. Drake I think I left something in the-" Blossom was saying.
He sat the book on the table in front of her, walking around, to his seat.
"Sorry, nevermind." She said, eyeing her book. She glanced at Brick as he sat. "Where did you-"
"Robin asked me to give it to you." He answered, "Along with this." He smirked, setting the poptart on the table.
Blossom laughed, putting the poptart and her book in her bag. *Well, thanks."
Brick watched her put her things away, "She seemed pretty concerned about how little you've been eating lately."
She shifted in her seat a little, facing forward. "She's just being.. overprotective. That's all." Blossom said.
He narrowed his eyes at her. "She also said you weren't in the library when she got back? And… you left your book?"
"You sure are full of questions today." She stated, purposely not looking him in the eye.
Brick folded his arms over his chest and waited.
She pulled out her planner and started doodling at the bottom of the page. "Just some guys came in..." She trailed off. He stared at her, waiting, until she continued. "And I left. And I didn't realize I had forgotten my book." She laughed.
Brick sighed. "Fine."
"Butch?" Buttercup whispered, glancing up at Mrs. Drake. She had her nose stuffed in a newspaper, while the students were supposed to be filling out a worksheet. "Are you awake?" She looked carefully at his face to make sure he wasn't faking it. No smile to be found. So he WAS asleep. She smiled, taking out a pen from her backpack.
Butch had his arms folded over the table, with his head resting on them, he was facing Buttercup. He looked really cute and she couldn't help messing with him. She poked his cheek with her finger, to make sure he wouldn't easily wake up. He didn't. She took the cap off her blue pen and placed it on the back of the pen. She gently rubbed the top of his hand, checking one more time that he wouldn't wake up. She lifted her pen to the top of his left hand, and drew a very detailed chode. When he didn't wake up, she decided to keep going, first drawing a face on it and then adding a talking bubble:
HI, i'm Willy!
When she was happy with her masterpiece she put her pen away and started her assignment, laughing to herself as she waited for Butch to wake up.
He slept until class was nearly over, much to Buttercup's dismay. By the time he had woken up she'd already added some other things to his arm.
When he lifted his head, he didn't immediately notice. Instead, he looked straight up at Buttercup, with his sleepy eyes. "Good morning, beautiful." He said, smiling a sleepy smile at her. She smiled back, sniggering to herself. He glanced at the clock, noticing the time and started to pack his things.
When he brought his arm up for the table to open his folder he finally saw the gifts that Buttercup had left for him. His mouth fell into a straight line and he looked over at Buttercup, who was averting his gaze, trying to contain the smile that was threatening to spread across her whole face.
He looked back down at his hand, then at the rest of his arm, taking in all the details. "Very fucking funny." He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
She looked at him now, still smiling. "Aww are you mad?" She asked fake pouting.
He stared at her, with a pretend irritated expression, that he was trying really hard not to smile through.
"Are you mad because you have a chode?" She raised her eyebrow at him, her smile widening.
Butch scoffed, a smirk forming on his face, as he leaned a little closer to her and lowered his voice, "Now you know that's not true."
A light blush spread over her cheeks, as she remembered the night that they showered together. She knew that he was packing. Buttercup bit her bottom lip, to try and stop her smile.
He examined his arm again. "You should be in art instead of Health. Because this is a work of art. He eyed her, "I'll be your canvas anytime."
She took her pen back out and grabbed his right hand, drawing a smiley face, as the bell rang signalling the end of class.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go wash my entire arm." He kissed her forehead, right in front of the remaining classmates, not thinking twice about it.
Walking down the quickly dwindling hallway, Mike spotted Buttercup alone at her locker. He let out a long sigh, working up the courage to go over there.
"Buttercup… Can we talk?" Mike asked, approaching her. She had been busy checking her phone, and didn't notice him before.
She clicked her phone screen off and slid it into the back pocket of her skinny jeans. "Uh." She didn't know what to say. They hadn't really spoke or even been around each other much since they'd broke up and especially not since Butch threatened him a few weeks back. "Here?" She looked around the hall, there weren't a lot of people roaming the hallways anymore but the few people she saw looked like they were pretty interested in the fact that she was talking to Mike. Everyone knew they'd broken up and a lot of people also knew that he called her a slut during their recent dispute.
"It doesn't have to be here." He said, glancing around, trying to think of somewhere more private they could talk.
"Fine." She started walking, and he followed a few steps behind her. She didn't know where she was going, just looking for privacy. The bathroom, bingo. "Wait here." She walked into the girls bathroom, and checked the stalls for occupants. Confirming that it was empty, she waved him in.
Mike reluctantly stepped into the girls bathroom, checking for himself to make sure it was actually clear. Buttercup leaned against the inside of the bathroom door to prevent anyone from entering, as there were no locks. She folded her arms across her chest. "Okay." She said, waiting.
Mike looked at Buttercup and then at the ground, staring at his shoes. He sighed. "Buttercup.. I miss you." He didn't look at her when he said it, he couldn't face her.
She let her arms fall to her sides. Her expression turned to one of confusion instead of annoyance as it had been before. "What?"
He stole a look at her face, swallowing hard. "I messed up. I didn't mean what I said at the party, I was just upset at the time. If I would've known-" he was struggling to find the words, "If I knew that we were really gonna be over, then I never would've said it." He finally managed.
Buttercup stood there silently, in disbelief. "Mike. you broke up with me. You didn't even try to work things out, you just blew up and ended things the first time something happened that you didn't like.. We never stood a chance."
"I know." He said, standing a little straighter. "You think I don't know that? I think about it every day." He looked at her with intense eyes, "I was jealous of him.. He came out of nowhere and instantly became friends with the guys, hell, even I liked him!"
"Mike."
"When I saw you with him, hanging out, alone.. He's a good looking guy, I can admit that. You hated him and even you changed your mind about him so fast. I knew that.. When I saw you with him. I freaked out because I knew I was going to lose you."
Buttercup took a couple steps closer, "I don't know what to say.." She looked at the floor.
Mike ran his hand through his hair and let out a huff of air. There was a long moment of silence. "You moved on so fast." His voice cracked, and he looked like he was on the verge of tears. "Did you.. did you ever even care about me?"
Her mouth fell open a little. It was hard to see him like this, she'd known him for a long time and had never seen him look.. like this. "I did. Of course I did." She said, as if it should have been obvious. "I still do. Just… not.. in the same way." She admitted, swallowing.
"You're really with him then? With.. Butch?" He didn't wait for an answer, he didn't need one because he already knew. "I guess he's better suited for you then I ever could be." Mike forced a half smile, finally looking up to meet her eyes. Buttercup didn't say anything, she was at a loss of words.
Mike took a step towards her and put his arms around her, pulling her in for a hug. She didn't try to pull away. Finally getting the closure that they never got before. "I'm sorry I called you a slut. I don't think that."
Buttercup whipped around as the door to the ladies room burst open. A mousy brunette walked in, her eyes went wide when she saw a guy in there. "Sorry!" She exclaimed, shooting back out, into the hall.
Mike let go of Buttercup and ruffled up her hair, smiling. "I hope you guys are really happy." Then he walked out too, leaving her alone in the restroom.
END CH 5 (: