"Have you ever heard of 'teabagging'?" Butch leaned back on the bleachers, allowing the cold metal to rest against the bare skin of his back.
"I'm not a fucking moron." Brick sent an eye roll at his dumbass brother. Did he honestly need to ask that? They were all immature middle schoolers before. Honestly, Butch was the one with a brain the size of a pea…
Butch rolled his eyes and then threw his head back, chugging from his bottle of water. His fist squeezed into the cheap plastic, leaving it crumbled like a piece of paper, as he finished every last drop. His chest was still heaving from the football game he'd just played, and his team was waiting on him but in true Rowdyruff fashion, he didn't give a fuck and kept leisurely chatting with his red brother. "Okay. So how about you teach the bitch a lesson. Fuck with a Rowdyruff, get sacked." He hardly got his sentence out before he started laughing his ass off at his own hilariousness. Brick stared at him like he was the biggest idiot on the planet. Which… Maybe he was. He tossed his used up, empty plastic bottle in the grass, over his shoulder as his own laughter slowly died down.
Brick folded his arms over his chest, causing his biceps to bulge beneath his dark red v-neck. He stood beside the bleachers, facing Butch, while the rest of his brother's football team waited impatiently in the background. "You want me to stick my balls in her mouth, because she's a bitch?"
The corners of Butch's mouth twitched up, until he had a full fledged evil smile playing on his face. "Yeah, as a matter of fact, I do." Brick silently stared back at him. "Unless you think you wouldn't be able to pull it off…"
He scoffed. There was nothing in this world that Brick couldn't do, if he wanted to. That was a fact. "Pretty sure that's rape, dude."
Butch furrowed his brows, considering his brother's words. "But there's no penetra-"
"You're such a fucking dumbass." Brick cut him off, bringing his hand to his face, and rubbing his temples to show his stress. "We really need to have a talk." He was beginning to actually worry about his green brother, that pea sized brain was going to land him in hot water one of these days.
"Fine then. How about you just put your nuts on her face then, and call it a day?" Butch chuckled.
"First of all, that's still at very least, sexual assault-"
This time it was Butch who cut Brick off. "Details, bro."
"I'm not into forcing myself onto girls." Brick returned his arms to their usual spot, folded across his chest.
Butch stood up now, waving off his teammates. He grabbed his helmet from the bleachers and stopped next to his brother. "I'll give you 500 dollars if you take a photo of your balls on her face." He watched Brick's reaction. "Might not be ethical, but we're not exactly saints, are we?" He raised an eyebrow, suggestively. "The photo will stay between us brothers, no harm done. And you'll be $500 richer."
"I can easily get $500. Or did you forget that part?" Brick shot him an incredulous look.
Putting his helmet on, he began walking back to the field. "It'll also make you feel better. She's a fucking cunt, dude." And with that, he was gone.
Brick took a seat on the bleachers now, thinking about what his brother said. They had an endless supply of money, he certainly didn't need Butch's bet money. He also had an endless number of women who would happily play with his balls, so he definitely didn't need to force them on anyone. What a stupid fucking idea. Possibly one of Butch's worst.. And that's saying a lot.
Several days later…
Brick's plain white t-shirt was nearly soaked through and clung tightly to his body. Blossom swallowed hard as he finally got tired of it and pulled it over his head, tossing it to the side of the gym. His washboard abs glistened with sweat, his long red hair was pulled into a bun, to keep it out of his eyes. He dribbled the ball a few times and then effortlessly made a basket, earning cheers from the guys on his team. The girls, from both teams, were too busy staring at his chiseled body to notice what was happening in the game. All aside from Buttercup, who was quick to snatch the ball, making her way to the opposing hoop.
When had he gotten so.. so… No. She wasn't going to go there. So he had a decent body.. It wasn't all that great anyway. But if that was true then why couldn't she seem to tear her eyes away from his torso? She shook her head, trying hard to dispel the intrusive thoughts from her mind. His hair really did look good in a bun though… There were a few loose strands plastered to his neck with sweat. His neck.. His toned stomach… Her stupid eyes travelled back down, glueing themselves to his abs again, it was all she could see.
She hadn't even noticed the ball coming, completely oblivious, as she was smacked in the chest. Hard. Too hard. Unready for the ball that she didn't know was coming, she stumbled backwards, nearly falling onto her ass, but just barely regained her footing. The ball bounced off her chest and rolled to the other side of the gym, several people ran after it. Without thinking, Blossom's hands immediately went to her C cup breasts, they were sore from where the ball had hit them. No normal person could have actually hurt her with a basketball. Not possible. Realizing that she was groping her breasts over her shirt, and that she had an audience, she quickly removed her hands and locked eyes with Brick. He smirked at her from across the court and it was all the confirmation she needed.
"Brick, what the hell?!" She stormed over to him, until she was right in his face. He stared back at her, confused and irritated, which only further pissed her off. "Why did you throw the ball at me?" She demanded. "We're not even on the same team!"
He pushed her away, out of his space. She was way too close for comfort. "You're just assuming that I threw it?" He asked, annoyed. Half of the class had continued the game on the other end of the court and the rest were watching the two reds, curiously.
She pushed him, sending him a few steps back. "I know you threw it." She spat. "If anyone else threw it, I wouldn't have felt it that hard. Plus you're an ass! Of course it was you."
Brick was starting to get really irritated now. "If it was me, it would've hurt a hell of a lot more." He was in her face now.
"Why can't you ever take responsibility for anything you do?" She berated him, not caring who heard.
Brick had it. He sent her flying across the gym, she hit the wall, leaving a small indent and slid down it.
She was back on her feet in a flash. She sped over to him, knocking him backwards onto the ground. She was straddling him unconsciously, she cocked her fist back and threw a punch but he caught it and shoved her off of him and into Buttercup, just as she arrived from the other end of the gym.
"Blossom what the hell? I threw that ball!" Buttercup announced. Everyone in the class, including the teacher, were gathered around on the outskirts of the room. Nobody was stupid enough to get involved in a fight between super humans.
Blossom tore her hard gaze from Brick and moved her eyes to her sister, who stood between them, breaking them up. "What?" Was all she said.
Brick sent a daggering look her way. "I told you it wasn't me, you fucking bitch."
"I told you I wasn't fucking losing this game. I was trying to get your attention, so you'd snap out of your fucking daze and actually play." Buttercup rolled her eyes. "Now look what you've done." She gestured to the damaged wall behind them.
Blossom glanced back at it, before turning her eyes back on Brick. "Way to go." She folded her arms over her chest.
"You are unbelievable." He stared at her, teeth grit. This bitch was seriously getting on his last nerve. He took a step closer, glaring at her, almost forgetting that Buttercup was even there. "You were the one who started shit with me. Even though your own sister just said it was her, you're still blaming me for the wall?"
"You were the one who pushed me."
"You were the one who was in my personal space, bitching at me for something I didn't do."
"And that gives you the right to attack me?!" She fired back. "Then again, you are a dirty villain." She smiled, knowing it would get under his skin. It did.
He moved Buttercup out of the way and punched Blossom in the gut.
She hunched over, grabbing her stomach for a brief moment and then looked back up at him. "See, point proven."
He looked like he was about to send her through the roof, but the teacher finally came running over. "Okay. That's enough, you two! Principal's office, now!"
Blossom had never been to the Principal's office before for being in trouble. Though, she was there almost everyday for other reasons, like helping out. Brick just rolled his eyes, used to it by now. Blossom's jaw dropped. "But Mr. Wheeler!"
"Sorry Blossom, you're not innocent here… Not to mention the damage your little outburst caused."
She snapped her jaw shut and sent a death glare at Brick, who was smiling like crazy at the welcome change, before turning on her heel and storming out the door.
"I apologize for the part I played in this, sir." He said to the gym teacher, before following her out.
Of course she caught what he had said, and now she was even more pissed. He was purposely trying to make her look bad! Once she was in the hallway, she balled her fists up at her sides and took the familiar route to Mrs. Keane's office, trying to figure out how to explain this situation. It was all Brick's fault. Of course she would see that. She unclenched her fists and tried to take a few deep breaths, stopping in her tracks. That is until Brick caught up with her, still smirking. She turned to face him.
"Got something you want to say to me, Ice Bitch?" He asked, smugly.
She was eye level, and way too close to his chest, his still completely bare chest… Once again her eyes betrayed her, travelling down his body. She could see every cut of his six pack, lost in the sight, she momentarily lost track of what was going on.
"Hello." His cold voice broke through, reminding her of her current situation.
She scoffed. "Couldn't you have at least put your shirt back on? We're in the middle of school, you know."
Brick studied her face, as her eyes lingered on his body.. again. He was starting to wonder what was going on with her lately. "Maybe you should take yours off once in a while..." He smirked, folding his arms over his chest and blocking her view. She locked eyes with him, clearly confused. "It might help you with that whole stuck up bitch attitude thing you have going on."
Her jaw fell open again and he reached up and closed it for her, passing her as he continued walking to the office.
Unlike Mr. Wheeler, Mrs. Keane had not seen the incident take place in gym. So as was to be expected, she sided with Blossom, deciding that she should not get into any trouble at all. Meanwhile, Brick had been scolded.. Once again… And forced into after school detention for a week. On top of that, he also had to pay to have the wall damages fixed. Of course he was the only one to be punished, while the angel of Townsville, who instigated the whole thing.. Got off without so much as a second thought. This school was bullshit. So was the whole town. Fuck Blossom Utonium.
So that's what he had to look forward to after school. Even worse, there was still one class of the day and it was one that he had with her. Not only had with her, but sat next to her in.
When he got to his science class, she was already there. She was always the first to just about every class. She couldn't stop being a goody two shoes, teacher's pet for a second. He, on the other hand, was usually last to class, not wanting to spend any more time there than was necessary. Sometimes he wondered if it was even worth it to go to school at all. More often than not he found himself forgetting why he ever thought it would be a good idea in the first place.. Then he would remember how big of an idiot Butch was and be jolted back to reality. He had to be there to make sure that Butch went, Butch needed to go to learn some common sense. Boomer, of course, just went because he was told to and he didn't seem to mind.
As soon as Brick walked into class, Blossom must have sensed him, because he watched her tense up and purposely avoid looking at him. He took his seat next to her just as the bell rang. She turned away from him, in the most obvious way possible, crossing her arms like a child.
"Don't tell me you're gonna act like a super cunt all class. The shock might send me to an early grave." He chuckled, leaning back in his chair and getting as comfortable as he could, given the circumstances.
Just like he knew she would, she scoffed and turned to face him, with an all too predictable expression on her face. "Wouldn't that be nice." She smiled, callously.
"You wouldn't know anything about nice. Ironic, since you're supposedly made of it." He whispered.
She glared. Starting to take down the notes that were being displayed on the projector. "I'm extremely nice, actually. It's just not a side of me that you'll ever see, because you don't deserve it." She glanced at him once more, "Like I said earlier, you're an ass."
"I knew you were stubborn, but this is next level." He leaned closer to her, close enough for her to feel his scorching hot breath on her ear. "Need I remind you that it wasn't me who threw that ball?" He moved away from her and his absence left a weird coldness. "Just to clarify, I did nothing but participate in class, you accuse me of something I didn't do.. Instigate a fight that causes a hole in the wall, find out I did nothing wrong, get me detention and you have the audacity to sit here and still act like I did something to deserve you being a bitch? Typical Blossom. You're a nice, good person only when it's convenient for you."
"Again, I'm nice to those who deserve it. And though you may not have thrown the ball, I can guarantee you've done other horrible things this week that warrants your punishment." She shrugged him off, still neatly writing her notes.. Until Brick accidentally bumped into her, causing her hand to slip and make a huge, ugly black streak across her entire page.
"My bad." He offered. "See, look at that. I can own up to my wrong doing. Unlike some people." It wasn't his fault she used the runniest ink pens she could find to take her notes. He knew that his bump would cause her usually perfectly written page to have a blemish, maybe even a large one, but he hadn't expected that she would smear the ink all over the page with her hand. That part actually was an accident, but a welcomed one. One that caused the fake smile on his face to quickly become real, once he noticed how upset she was. She looked down at her ruined page, unable to make out what half of it even said anymore, and then at her hand, which was blackened with ink.
"I hate you." She said through her teeth, flipping the page of her notebook and pulling out a mechanical pencil this time, to restart her notes. He simply smiled wider.
During detention, Brick had a lot of time to sit and think about how much he absolutely despised Blossom Utonium. The more he sat there, silently thinking about all the times she'd jumped down his throat, accused him of things he didn't do, refused to accept even a shred of blame or wrong doing on her part. Just because she was a fucking Powerpuff, just because she had the moral high ground of a fucking nun… She thought she was so much better than him. Better than his brothers. Better than everyone. But she didn't know shit about him. Not that he was a good person, he was far from it actually. But that didn't have anything to do with her. It shouldn't affect their school life, and he shouldn't have to be disciplined while she got off scot free. Nobody even gave him a chance. The Blossom Utoniums of the world would always come out on top, would always be the precious apple of everyone's eye.
He made it through detention, and went home for a few hours, thinking about how much he wanted to teach her a lesson, make her pay. That's when Butch's idea had come back to his mind. After sitting there pissed off all day, stewing in his hatred, it suddenly didn't seem like such a bad idea after all. In fact the more he thought about it, the more he liked it. He really did think that it would make him feel better. Even if he was the only one that knew about it. He still hadn't decided if he would even tell Butch about it yet, he'd have to see how he felt a about if after the fact. Either way, he was going to take a photo, for his own benefit.
He looked up at her bedroom window, the lights had been off for a while now, and he waited until he was sure she was asleep. He smirked to himself, realizing that she had even left the window cracked open, as if just for him. Shouldn't a puff be a little smarter than that? He didn't know exactly how he was going to do it, without her waking up. He would just have to hope that she was a heavy sleeper. He was going to do this… Tonight.
END (:Wondering if I should make another part to this. So let me know if you're curious!