The buzz-humming of the AC really ticked Blossom off, the pens clicking and clacking. The pencils noises were like chalk on a whiteboard to her ears. The teacher had told the class that since it's the first day, they would start off with a book or drawing– your choice.
She didn't have any books on her persons right now, and textbooks did not seem appealing to her. She was neither an artist; while she indulged every so often for her sister, she was not one to be an artist. She did not find the hobby interesting– rather meticulous and repetitive.
She sat in the middle row of the class in the direct middle seat. In front of her was Boomer, a boy she was not too fond of. She was not fond of either him or his brothers, in fact. They were all a bother, as well as asshats.
Her seat scraped the ground as she got out; all eyes were on her for just a minute. She walked up towards the teacher with a smile. "Could I have a blank piece of paper?" She asked, looking back at her seat.
"Sure! Would you like it to be colored?" The older woman asked her, she looked around her mid 50s. She had curly hair and glasses so tiny they looked almost cosmetic on her face. The teacher adjusted her glasses. "No thanks, just a white piece of paper!"
"Well I can get that for you, little lady." As she reached down into the many containers of files in her desk. Blossom sat and waited, and noticed a certain boy staring at her. Boomer, his blue eyes looked towards her looking up and down her.
She was… weirded out by that. But she didn't mind him, at least he was not a nuisance like Brick or a psycho like Butch. He was just kind of weird, she could handle that– at least. The teacher brought out a white piece of blank paper and handed it to Blossom.
Blossom was looking over at Boomer, not at the teacher. Boomer had realized she had been watching him, and took the textbook and covered his face up with it; likely to hide his embarrassment of getting caught.
"You already got a crush?" the Teacher joked, Blossom turned around and grabbed the piece of paper. "Nope. Just, uh, looking over at my desk." She lied, well, more so a half lie. She did NOT have a crush on Boomer, yes he was cute, but he was an idiot and not her type.
She walked away from the teachers desk and sat back at hers. She grabbed the pencil that was already set up there. Her fingers smoothly picked it up in between her index and middle finger. She tapped the pencil on her chin just thinking.
She thought of something to write– she started on the paper, as her pencil hit the paper she heard the scritching and scratching that came from the writing. The paper crinkled as she wrote the first word onto the page; it was simple– just a "The". No details, her letters were perfectly aligned with each other.
She continued on, the words falling onto the paper from her brain, spilling out like knocking over a cup. But before she knew, she would be interrupted. She continued writing, recognizing the sound of people– people conversing.
Conversing with each other, some already making decisions about who they were going to be friends with. She didn't NEED a friend group, but she had to admit; she was jealous. People were already choosing who could end up being their soulmate on the first day– yet she was writing.
Despite that, she thought she would be fine. Not needing a friend group was fine, she already has her sisters. As she continued on her paper, she was interrupted by a voice. "Blossom!" the voice said, she looked up and saw Boomer facing towards her, smiling.
"What?" Blossom asked, she didn't care for a conversation right about now, not with Boomer and his infuriating cute eyes– with his big bright smile on his face. She put down her pencil, it's graphite slightly gone.
"Just wanted to talk to you!" He smiled again, his eyes looked almost pleading. His curly blonde hair fell in front of his face upon his eyes. He looked like a lost puppy wanting Blossom to be his new owner (Okay, gross.)
"About what?" She was intrigued, if not suspicious about his intentions. But then again, she did remember how earnestly he wanted a friend. Though, it was Bubbles he wanted– why bother her? She didn't mind, she was okay at making friends.
"About you." He wanked, his mouth curling up into a cat-like smile, his eyes were suggestive– like making a move on her. She especially did not want that. "Why don't we talk about you first." she smiled.
Boomer couldn't read the expression shown on Blossom's face, likely since he was terrible at recognizing what people thought and think of him. He was not as perceptive as either of his brothers, especially not like Brick. Brick could list every single little detail about a person he liked or recognized as a so-called friend (despite being a douche who doesn't make friends).
Boomer thought about his reply, talking about him? He certainly is the best. "Sure!" he responded, Blossom grinned wider. "You're kind of an idiot and have the appeal of a wet crusty-eyed dog. But you're cute, so I'll give you a pass."
"Ooh! My turn," he recognized that as a sign that he should respond back in a similar way to hers. "Well, your hair is really pretty. It's orange! Like an… orange." Blossom sighed and smiled, at least he was trying. She could probably get used to him. Probably.
"And your eyes are really pretty, also my brother has a crush on you and I get why, you're super pretty. I mean, I would have one too!" Blossom blushed, wait. Wait wait wait, brother? Crush? She felt like she was just about to faint– but obviously not.
"Which one of your brothers?" Blossom asked. "Well, he told me not to say because he doesn't want you to know, but between you and me; he really likes you." Boomer told her, only adding to the mystery of who exactly was into her.
She didn't want either Brick or Butch to be the one, but it was likely either one. She really hoped it wasn't Butch though, he was her least favorite. And he had hurt his sister before terribly (despite all of them doing that.)
She heard the bell ring, and gladly left. Though she was sad she didn't end up finishing the writing, maybe next class would allow her to do that. Maybe not was the more likely answer, but just maybe she could get it done by the end of the day.
She walked through the hall going to her next class; psychology. She was interested in the topic because she was interested in how and what makes people tick. As she walked towards her next classroom, she wasn't particularly looking where everyone else was walking (she really should've been more mindful of that).
She bumped into a boy; they both fell down on the ground, their backpacks sitting on the ground on the floor after the mix up. "I'm sorry." Blossom said, as she felt her head. She had bumped her head on his, it hurt very much. She didn't look up at who she was apologizing at.
"You should be, fucking retar—" He exclaimed to her before being cut off by Blossom putting her hand over his mouth. "I'm not going to let you say the rest of what you were going to say." She stated, completely angry at him.
"I didn't realize it was you." Brick said, looking her up and down as she stood up and grabbed her backpack. "I wish you didn't." she told him bluntly, looking at him and how she absolutely did not want him to talk to her.
"Yeah yeah, whatever babe." Brick said, standing up grabbing his backpack from the ground. "Don't call me babe again. I don't want anyone mistaking us for a couple" Blossom said. He was really ticking her off.
"You sure you don't like it?" Brick told her, raising his hand towards her face. Blossom slapped it out of her face. "Please don't." Blossom told him; he wasn't even attractive. "Thanks, little miss perfect."
"Go to your class, and don't bother me or my sisters again–" Blossom was interrupted by kabedon on the lockers. "I'm sorry, what was that babe?" She pushed Brick off of her, shocked and appalled at what Brick was doing.
"Oh, so a fight is what you want? Then I'll give you a fight!" Blossom looked at him, his eyes were that of a psycho's, his grin benign wide enough to be seen from outer space. "This isn't a good idea–"
"Nothing I do is a good idea, pinkie." he said as he squared up. "Maybe you should cut it out… red'' she had no idea what a nickname for him would be, he was the one good at making nicknames. Brick started running towards Blossom, his eyes reddening– emitting a glowing aura. About to use his lasers, he was cut off by Buttercup's interruption.
Blossom was glad her sister interrupted, personally. "What do you want, greenie." Brick asked Buttercup. "Don't think I don't know what you're doing, you bitch." She was bold enough to curse at him, even in the public hallways.
"What's wrong with it, she started it." Brick shrugged, knowing it's untrue. One thing about him: he was great at manipulation. "That's not true." Blossom chimed into the conversation. "I expected that, don't you dare touch my sister. If your mother was to know about this, what would she do, huh?" Buttercup asked him.
Brick realized he had forgotten about his mother, and the ground rules she had put down for him and the other boys. "I'll fuck off then, but I still ain't gonna be friendly with you and your sisters, got it?" Buttercup rolled her eyes, leaning in closely towards him.
"Oh, I get it." She said, with a grin looking into his eyes. He left her sight, not wanting to look into her eyes for too long, what was she? Medusa? "Sorry about Brick, but hey, what did he do?" Buttercup asked.
"Well for starters he called me–" The bell rang at the exact moment she started. "Sorry, gotta go. Brick was my classmate for math though, BLEH."
"He was?" Blossom asked. "Yeah, he was insufferable. I mean he kept on flirting with me as a 'joke' or whatever. He may be hot but god, I do not want that." Blossom raised an eyebrow, so it wasn't just her that he was flirting with. What were his intentions with flirting with each one of them? 'At least he hasn't gotten to Bubbles.' Blossom thanked the lord for that.
Blossom walked to her next class. Upon entering the class– she saw exactly the worst thing to see. Brick was in the goddamn class, what could he possibly want to take psychology for? She sighed, knowing she wasn't even safe in this class.
His position was laid back, literally, laying back in his seat with his legs together. Blossom sat down. They were seats away, but she still realized the fact that she didn't want to be near him at all. The teacher walked into the class, allowing the late kids to have an alibi.
It was going to be a long day, especially if she kept on running into the RowdyRuff Boys all day. Those annoying nuisances who were misogynistic assholes. "Good morning class, I know today is the first day and all, so you can do whatever you want. I don't have any lesson plans for today. You can talk or draw or do whatever!" The teacher said, this was the second class in the day that had done just exactly that.
Her eyes drifted towards the people in her class, noting that once the teacher sat down, everyone went to talk, conversate, or be in their own little corner right away. She noticed Brick walking over to a desk, a desk that was hers.
"I told you not to talk to me at all." Blossom told the red-head wearing the red cap. "You said not to bother you, that's completely different. We're just talking right now." Brick corrected her, while he was technically right– she didn't want him to be.
"Why are you even in psychology anyways?" She asked him, he put his hand on her desk with a laid back attitude. "Wouldn't you like to know, angel." Blossom ignored his advances (which were unwanted.) "Don't call me that."
"You said not to call you babe, what, you want me to call you a whore?" She felt, frankly, offended by that. "You know, you shouldn't call women whores, and even if they are what does that matt–"
"Listen, toots. I don't care about your hating of my, frankly, amazing nicknames. You know, you don't seem all that interested in me. Is that because you're a…" Brick trailed off, Blossom likely knew what he was going to say, yet she didn't want to hear it.
"A what?" She smirked, a shit-eating grin reaching her face. If he was bold enough to say it, he was bold enough to do anything. "A lesbian, I don't care about the words. If you really are, it's a shame, since you're quite a hottie." He stated.
"That's offensive, and I don't like you calling me a 'hottie', Brick Jojo." Brick gulped at hearing the last name 'Jojo'. "Brick Williams is the technical name." he said, with a goody-goody smile.
"Are you trying to erase your villainous past, cause if you're trying, it's not working." Brick thought about that and gave an answer, though she couldn't tell if he was lying through his teeth with it. "No, adoption shit. Anyways, you're getting boring, I better leave and go talk to that hot babe over there."
Blossom sighed, a thankful one at that. At least Brick was going to be gone and she was going to be at peace with writing her words on the page, with the repetitive scratching noise she had missed, somehow.
Upon the bell ringing after her getting mesmerized into the writing of herself, Blossom walked out of the classroom, realizing that Brick was nowhere to be soon, not walking near her. After that– all classes were a breeze. Despite that, they felt boring; like a piece of it was missing. She didn't know what.
And in a blink of the eye, school was over. Not a very progressive first day, but she enjoyed it. Well, only sort of. There were them to ruin the day for her, but they ended up not being as annoying as she had thought.
Blossom walked into the professor's car in the backseat, seeing her sisters do the same. "Today was the worst day ever." Buttercup groaned. "This was the bestest day ever!" Bubbles exclaimed. "I mean, it was okay." Blossom chimed in herself.
"Well girls, you're gonna have to tell me all about it!" The professor laughed.
