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Chapter Two

Bubbles walked with a skip in her step towards the cafeteria. She spotted her sisters sitting across the room and hurried over. She placed her lunchbox onto the table and took a seat between them, beaming from ear to ear.

"Isn't high school just so much fun?" she asked.

Her sisters didn't respond and she looked at them questioningly. Blossom was the first to talk. "I had to sit next to the most arrogant guy in the world all morning," she said. "He kept throwing these horrible notes at me and I couldn't do anything about it!"

"I got beaten in an arm wrestle by a total dick," Buttercup grunted, clenching her hands into fists. "Now everyone'll think I'm a weakling!"

Bubbles suddenly felt guilty for having such a fun morning. She opened her lunchbox and pulled out a sandwich, chewing it silently as her sisters brooded. After a while the silence became unbearable for her. "So... what do you guys have next?" she asked timidly.

"Oh, uh... history and physics," Blossom said, checking her timetable.

"Shop and English," Buttercup said shortly. "What about you?"

"Drama and hospitality," Bubbles said.

"Drama? But you can't act," Buttercup said.

"Yeah, well... English? But you can't... speak it," Bubbles said, her face going red as she realised what she had said. She wasn't exactly the best person for making up come-backs on the spot.

Buttercup and Blossom exchanged a glance before bursting out into laughter. Bubbles felt her cheeks burn as she sank lower into her chair. They always did this.

"Thanks, Bubbles," Blossom said when she had calmed down. "You always know how to cheer us up."

"No problem," Bubbles said, putting on a fake smile. So she had made them feel better at her own expense, nothing new there.

The bell signalling the start of the next lesson rang and the girls stood up. "We'll meet at the place we landed?" Blossom asked.

"Sure thing," Bubbles said.

"Whatever," Buttercup muttered.

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Blossom walked briskly towards her history classroom. She had gotten lost just as she had left the lunch room and was already a few minutes late. She turned a sharp corner and felt her foot hook onto something. She crashed face first into the floor, her books and papers flying away from her. She heard a sniggering laugh and turned to see the capped boy from her chemistry class.

"Hey! What is your problem?" she asked, gathering her papers.

"Problem? There's no problem," the boy said. "I just like tripping people."

"Well you shouldn't!" she snapped, standing upright and holding her head high in the air to mask her embarrassment.

"Why? Because it's mean?" he asked sarcastically. "Toughen up, sweet-cakes; it's a big bad world out there."

"It's only bad because of jerks like you," she huffed, turning around and beginning to stalk towards her classroom. "And my name is Blossom, not sweet-cakes."

"Hey, hey, Blossom, wait up," he called. She heard the sound of his sneakers squeak against the floor as he hurried over to her.

"What?" she asked angrily, turning sharply to glare at him.

"I just wanted to tell you that-" he paused and grabbed her books from her arms, throwing them down the hall "-you're going to be late for class. And the name's Brick, not jerk." He laughed wickedly and jogged down the hall.

She growled with frustration and picked up her books, regretting her promise to the Professor that she wouldn't use her powers in school. When she had finally gathered all of them, she hurried to her history lesson.

"I'm sorry I'm late, ma'am, there was this really annoying-"

"No excuses!" the history teacher snapped glaring at Blossom. "You're twenty minutes late! That constitutes to an afterschool detention!"

'Just what I needed.'

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Bubbles walked to the drama room, still thinking about what had happened at lunch. She hated how her sisters laughed at her ditzy moments. It had been alright when they were little, but now she felt patronised. Just because she wasn't as smart as Blossom or as tough as Buttercup didn't mean that she was any less of a person...did it? She supposed she just felt guilty. Guilty for having such a good morning when her sisters were obviously having trouble with some of the guys in their class. But it still wasn't any excuse for them to patronise her to make them feel better.

"Hey, Bubbles!"

The call brought her out of her ponder, and she turned around to see the boy from her art class walking over. "Hey," she said, pushing her bad mood to the back of her mind and smiling at him. "You remembered my name."

"Yeah, I don't know many girls named Bubbles so it kinda stuck in my head," he said.

"You know, you never told me your name," she said.

"Didn't I?" the boy asked, looking shocked. "Oh, well I'm Boomer."

"Boomer," she repeated. "It sounds familiar."

"I used to be in the papers when I was little," he admitted, looking down at his feet and his smile vanishing. "But that was a long time ago."

"Why were you in the papers?" Bubbles asked.

"It's nothing now, but back then... well, it's nothing," he said. "How's your day been so far?"

"Art was fun, but lunch was pretty lame," she said. He looked questioningly at her and she sighed. "It's just my sisters. They don't take me seriously and they laugh when I say stupid things," she said, scuffing her feet on the floor.

"I know what you mean," Boomer said. "My brother punches me whenever I say something stupid."

"He punches you?" Bubbles asked, her eyes widening in shock.

"It's nothing really," he said, waving the issue away with one hand.

'Is he always so secretive?' she wondered. 'He seems to dismiss every question I ask. Still, I guess having a secretive friend is better than having no friends at all.'

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"The English language is one of great beauty. A simple sentence can be broken down and examined into great detail. Adjectives, nouns and verbs are things of the past. In senior English we will be covering the discourses and significance of words when placed into context. How marvellous it will be..."

Buttercup groaned quietly. There didn't seem to be an end to her English teacher's dull drone. She rocked back in her chair and chewed on the end of her pencil, examining the crude picture she had drawn of a monster eating that skinny kid from gym class. She, unlike Bubbles, wasn't an artist and she knew that her drawing was somewhat worse than that of a six year old's, but it made her feel better all the same.

What didn't make her feel better was the fact that the skinny kid was also in her English class. He sat a few rows in front of her, scratching something into the desk's surface. She glared at the back of his head, frustrated by the fact that she wasn't allowed to melt him here and now.

After what felt like forever the bell rung. The teacher looked startled, as though thinking his speech had only been going on for five minutes. "Uh... class dismissed," he said.

Buttercup rose to her feet and followed the skinny kid out of the classroom. She tapped him on the shoulder and he turned to glare at her.

"What do you want?" he asked, looking her up and down with venom in his eyes.

"A rematch," she said.

"No way," he said. "I don't do rematches."

"Why? Afraid to lose?" she asked.

"It's just a waste of time," he said. "I'd only beat you again."

"Prove it," she said.

The boy looked her up and down again, loathing in his eyes. "Do I know you from somewhere?" he asked.

"Doubtful, I don't come from around here," she said. "Now are you going to arm wrestle me or not?"

"Look, if you're that desperate to get beaten just sign up at a bondage class," he said, snorting at his own joke. "I don't do rematches." He turned on his heel and stalked down the hall, leaving a fuming Buttercup behind him.

"What's that guy's name?" she asked a random student who had stopped to watch the confrontation.

"Oh, that's just Butch. Don't let him get you down – he and his brothers a pretty bad news."

'Well Butch better watch his step from now own,' she thought angrily.

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Bubbles and Buttercup waited in silence at the place they had agreed to meet up at after school. Blossom was still nowhere in sight and it was getting pretty late.

"Do you think something terrible could have happened to her?" Bubbles asked nervously.

"The scumbag probably flew home without us," Buttercup muttered, pacing impatiently. "We might as well go home already. I have a ton of homework to do."

"Blossom wouldn't leave us like that," Bubbles said defensively. "She probably got caught up by something."

"Probably her reflection," Buttercup grumbled.

It was true that Blossom did spend more time in front of the bathroom mirror that her two sisters combined, but Bubbles didn't laugh at the joke. She was too anxious to find anything funny. It wasn't like Blossom to be late for anything.

After nearly an hour of waiting Blossom finally showed up, looking annoyed and upset. "Sorry girls," she said, looking at her feet. "I got a detention."

"No way," Buttercup exclaimed. "You never get detentions! What happened?"

"It was that loser – Brick! He made me late for history and the teacher's as old fashioned as the civilisations she talks about. She didn't even hear me out!"

"Bummer," Bubbles said.

"As much as I'd love to chat about it now, I think the Professor might be getting worried," Blossom sighed. "Let's go home."

And with three colourful flashes, they were gone.

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Later that night the girls were seated at the dinner table, eating chicken and boiled vegetables. Professor Utonium watched them as they ate silently. They had already explained their late return home, and were now brooding about something. He had already eaten, but had chosen to sit at the table with them in case they felt like talking about their day. After a few minutes of unbearable silence he decided to start a conversation.

"So Blossom, how did you find your classes?" he asked.

"Well, we're covering pretty easy stuff," she said, moving a piece of broccoli around her plate as she talked. "But I keep getting distracted by this really annoying guy next to me." She stabbed the broccoli angrily as she said this and ate it quietly.

"Oh..." the Professor said.

"He's the one who made me get a detention," she added once she had swallowed. "He acts so superior to everyone, but I bet he's as dumb as his name – Brick!"

"Brick?" the Professor asked. He had heard that name before, but he couldn't remember where from.

"That's nothing, I've got to deal with this arrogant little prick named Butch," Buttercup grumbled, her mouth half full of chewed up carrots. "He's already titled himself the undefeated champion after only one day at school. I'm going to give him an ass whooping to last a lifetime."

"Buttercup," Professor Utonium scolded. "What your language at the table." Buttercup rolled her eyes and continued to eat.

'Butch – that's another familiar name,' Professor Utonium thought. He looked at Bubbles who was being a lot quieter than her usual self. "How was your day, Bubbles?" he questioned.

Bubbles looked up and smiled. "Oh... fun," she said simply. "I met this really nice guy called Boomer – "

'Boomer, I'm sure I've heard that name before too.'

"–he's in my art and drama classes. He doesn't tell me much about himself, but he's nice anyway."

"He's probably after you for your looks," Blossom warned.

"Oh shut-up," Bubbles said, punching her sister playfully and obviously mistaking the warning for a compliment. "Anyway he's not like that."

"All guys are like that with blondes," Buttercup mumbled. "Don't you learn anything from TV?"

The girls began a debate about whether they could trust what was said on the TV, but the Professor had tuned out.

'Brick, Butch and Boomer. Where have I heard those names before? It was such a long time ago, I can't pinpoint their names to faces. Maybe I should look through some files and see what I come up with. I'd better not tell the girls, I wouldn't want them worrying. Still, maybe I should–'

"What do you think Professor?"

Professor Utonium jumped and looked around. The girls were staring at him with questioning eyes. "Oh, I... uh, I agree with Blossom," he said, falling back on the answer he always gave when the question was unknown.

Blossom puffed her chest out in pride and held her head high. Buttercup and Bubbles sunk into their chairs and continued to eat silently beside their intellectual sister.

'Phew. That was a close one. I better start paying more attention to what they say.'

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A/N: Oh no! Not the Rowdyruff Boys! Who would have guessed? I just hope you readers don't think that this will be a whole bunch of fluff to stuff a pillow with. Even more, I hope that I don't make it a whole bunch of fluff for you to stuff your pillows with. Also, for those who are unsure of what 'shop' class is, it's basically just a class where you do woodworks and build cupboards and stuff. Fun, fun, fun. And a big thanks to both reviewers! I love you guys.