Riding It Out
Chapter One
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Walking into his social studies class, Brick took his normal seat at the back of the class, listening intently to the lesson that was going on. After twenty minutes passed, Blossom walked in with a tight pink shirt that had 'Babe' written on the chest, blue crest pants that 'Babe' written on the right back pocket tightly worn. She had on the blue nike airmaxs and to top it off, she had her hair in a pony tail instead of the regular bow and bang.
Brick looked her up and down while she was swaying her hips from left to right, as she tried to complete her task to deliver a message to the teacher. It didn't take long for him to notice other boys staring at her with lustful looks in their eyes. Brick intentionally cleared his throat so he could grab their attention. They looked back, he waved his finger and slashed it along his neck, indicating that it wouldn't be wise to stare at her like that. As Blossom neared the door, Brick smacked her behind, and she gave a squeal. Blossom looked back at him and he gave a smirk.
"Get to class." he said, and as she walked out, his teacher was giving him a look and said, "You need to be more respectful of your surroundings Brick Plutonia. Please don't do that in the future"
"Yes mam." He replied, and the lesson took its regular pace. Brick hated when Blossom made sudden entrances because it always threw him off his train of thought. He really didn't mind though, but it's usually hard for him to get her face out of his head. He couldn't wait to get out of class, because there were a few things that he wanted to do with his strawberry-haired vixen.
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"Butch Plutonia, keep your eyes on your paper." The female math teacher said, as she passed down the rows. Right at the minute, he was taking a math test, and was cursing under his breath every step of the way. He hated math with a passion, and at the moment he was thinking of just ripping up his paper and throwing it in the garbage. All he could think about was Buttercup, who was sitting at the other side of the room, who looked to be frustrated as well. "Don't worry beautiful." He thought, "In a few minutes, we'll be on our way to gym so we can kick some major ass on the football field." With his gaze still on Buttercup, he was having second thoughts. She was wearing the same pants as Blossom, except they were green and had the word 'Sexy' on the right back pocket. She had on a lime colored shirt that said, 'Sexy' on it too. Butch smirked at the sight of his woman, strangely growing a pride with in himself. "My woman is sexy. Like none other." But Butch came to know that even though she is a tomboy, that she has a vulnerability that only he knows about. But he loves her like she is- Much like himself.
Looking in front of him he saw *Kim Lee*, and his stomach flipped five times. *The girl that tried to get with him in Kindergarten*, the girl that stalked him in the first grade, the secret admirer in the second to fifth grades, his pure nightmare in junior high school, and now- A nightmare that he hasn't woken up from yet. Over the last few weeks, Kim and Buttercup were fighting, and it always happened to be over him. He couldn't get a good five minutes with Buttercup if Kim was around. He wished so badly that he could do something to tell her that he doesn't want her, because Buttercup beating her senseless is just making her more determined. Besides, Kim is Chinese, so it wasn't like she doesn't have a fighting chance.
He sat there, confused with the problems that were on his paper, so he just looked around, and saw that Buttercup was laying her head her desk, the look on her face told her all that he needed to know. He threw a paper ball at Buttercup, but she knew that she had written her a note. She looked around to see if her teacher was looking around, and opened it.
This math test is a pain in the ass beautiful.
Buttercup smiled, and then wrote him back.
That makes two of us.
Butch smirked at his brunette counterpart, and then sighed. He knew he was going to fail the test royally, but at this point in time, all he could do was think about Buttercup. And he also has the urge to just fly out of the class (taking Buttercup with him). He looked at Kim Lee, and then sighed. "If I wasn't brought up good, I would've screwed her a long time ago." He thought, smirking "She is a nice piece of ass."
"Butch Plutonia, are you going to take the test, or stare off in space?" his teacher said, and he just looked up and shrugged. He didn't want to do neither, but option number two sounded good to him at the moment.
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Boomer sat in his English class, only seconds away from falling to sleep. He suddenly found himself in a beautiful field, filled with a variety of flowers. He then saw Bubbles, in a baby blue dress, wearing her pigtails, the wind blowing across her face. She walked across the field, giving him *'the look'*. Boomer walked toward her with a stupid grin on his face. He took her hand, pulled her toward him, and looked into her baby blue eyes. As if it was a silent agreement, they both leant in for a kiss. His arms around her waist, her arms around his neck, they got closer to each other's mouths, closer and closer, until…
"BOOMER!"
Boomer snapped awake from the 'day dream' he had to see his teacher looking at him with a stern look and his classmates snickering.
"Mr. Plutonia, please see to it that you get some sleep tonight."
"Yes sir." He mumbled in reply and then the bell rang. A boy walked up to Boomer, and decided to mess around with him for a quick minute.
"What happened?" he started, "You were dreamin' bout your sweet bundle of sugar?"
Boomer looked up at the person who was bold enough to make some snide remark in his face, and he went by the name Adam Lee- cousin of Kim Lee. He has a crush on Blossom, wouldn't mind screwing Bubbles, and wants so badly to fight Buttercup.
"Don't talk. I know you wouldn't mind dreamin' about Blossom."
"I do. In a pair of red thongs, and a matching bra."
"Don't let Brick hear you say that."
Adam sucked his teeth. "I don't care. He acts like there's a f_uckin' ringer on her or somethin'"
"I'm just warnin' ya. If you wanna be the next victim, go ahead. I'll be on the sidelines signin' flashin' your will, and all of that."
"Whatever." He said, as they walked out of class. "I don't know what you see in her."
"Who Bubbles?" he asked, and Adam nodded in reply.
"Put it like this. Things you'll never see." Boomer said, keeping his cool.
"What does she have that other girls don't?"
Boomer looked at Adam and smirked. "0% bitchyness."
Without another word, Boomer walked off, joining his brother with the notion that if Adam didn't like Bubbles, he'd just be one less person he'd have to smack around to protect his girl.
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