Sequel to Just in my Head if you didn't read it, it could stand on its own, but I recommend reading the first one. Again just so there is no confusion.

Bubbles: Brooke

Blaire: Buttercup

Bridget: Blossom

I knelt in the slowly blowing grass of the soccer field as I tightened the laces to my soccer cleats. I was in the middle of practice, but the coach had given us a five minute break. Surprisingly in that five minute break six boys on my team had asked me to the biggest dance of the year. "Uh—Blaire, I was wondering if you'd like to," Ethan, our team's left guard stammered nervously. By the looks of it, play number seven was making his move. I straightened and gave him a small coy smile. The abnormally tall Ethan gulped, his eyes immediately finding the grass at his feet interesting.

"Come on Walters, I don't need you chatting up the Jr. Captain," The Coach scolded from the other side of the field. Despite being a girl, my athletic abilities allowed me to be on the Boys Team, after much influence on my own part. Ethan turned away quickly and made his way back to his position, but not without his ears turning an impressive shade of crimson. With a sigh, I tightened the stubby pigtails at the small of my neck. "You too Streak; I don't need my star player getting rusty." I smirked and pounded dirt to get to the Forwards position. It was about time I got some grime on this new uniform.

Twenty minutes later, I made my way back to the side of the field to retrieve my duffle bag. "Hey Butterbutt, today's your lucky day." With an over exaggerated sigh, I turned away from my bag to see my least favorite person. Butch Jojo made his way toward me, his feet working skillfully on the soccer ball before him. He stopped and picked up the soccer ball; letting it drop harmlessly in front of me.

"What are you moving far away and never coming back," I countered coolly. Butch rolled his eyes; he had obviously expected that sort of response from me.

"No, but you can keep dreaming on that one. It's your lucky day because you're the lucky girl I'm taking to the dance," Butch stated, almost as if he was proud to say it. It had been over six months since the Rowdy's had returned to Townsville, and for some reason Butch had taken a fancy to me after month four. A charming smile spread across his lips as he saw the horrified look on my face. "I know you should be speechless, girls would die to go with me. Can't you just see it now?" My eyebrows rose as I took a step closer to him, my expression quickly turning impish.

"Yeah I see something all right. You want to know what I see," I purred seductively. He nodded closing his eyes and pursing his lips so he looked somewhat like a fish. I bit back a laugh and positioned myself in front of the soccer ball. With one swift, accurate kick the ball hit Butch in the groin. He groaned loudly before crumpling in the ground. "Ah yes, you being unable to have children." I laughed loudly as I grabbed my gym bag and hurried in the school for my first period study hall.

I entered the school only to be suffocated by the usual number of bustling teens, but out of them all only two seemed to catch my eyes. Brooke and her boyfriend Boomer were together at her locker talking quietly to each other. Brooke was pulling books out of her locker as Boomer was propped comfortably against the wall beside her locker. I approached them, still somewhat irritated by Butch's futile attempts.

"Oh hey Blaire, by the look on your face I'm assuming Butch told you that he was your date from the dance," She questioned, her wide set eyes filled with amusement. I cracked my knuckles loudly, it was an odd habit I did when I was angry. "Calm down Blaire, Boomer just told me about it. And besides whenever your face is as red as it is right now, I know Butch had something to do with it." I pushed past Brooke and looked at Boomer with my most fierce glower.

"Keep that brother of yours away from me Boomer, or I'll make sure his balls are so damaged he won't be able to pleasure himself," I nearly shouted, attracting myself several questioning glances from passerby students. Boomer nodded slowly, his form appeared relax, but I could sense the fear that rolled off of him. Brooke shook her head, but didn't argue. She may have the courage to stand up to me now, but she knew better to get in my way when I was angry.

After threatening Boomer, I made my way to the Library for my study hall, the one time I had to goof off. The Librarian greeted me warmly as I passed her to get to m usual spot where I read comic books and listened to my IPod. My feet were folded comfortably on the table in front of me as I lazily sifted through the latest edition of the Justice League Comics.

"Don't you have homework to do?" I glanced up and gave the speaker a heavy lidded gaze. Brick Jojo, the eldest of the Jojo brothers, stood in front of me holding a generous stack of books in his muscular arms. He was the most studious of the brothers, excluding Boomer's fascination with Shakespeare.

"And your point is nerd?" I questioned with a wide yawn. Brick wrinkled his nose in what I assumed to be disgust as he took a seat at the table, allowing the books to clatter loudly on the hard surface. He hated when I addressed him as such, but I could care less.

"I prefer the term Academically Gifted," He stated with a sneer.

"And I prefer the term, I don't care, now what do you want Brick," I spat back in annoyance. I already had to deal with one Rowdy; I didn't need his smart comments as well. Brick rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair.

"I heard you rejected Butch, again. From what I hear he's in the nurse's office for treatment of his...issue," Brick explained with a pleased glint in his eye. I smiled as I let my mind entertain the thought of the story he'd have to share with the nurse on how his balls were injured, rejected by a girl, I'm sure she'd get a laugh out of that. "Though I'm not really sure why he's so dead set on getting you as his date, lots of girls asked him to the dance, all just as pretty." I rolled my eyes, what girl would want to go with that son of a bitch. "Don't worry though, I'm sure he'll get tired of being rejected soon, I know I would." Brick stood and took his books from the table. "It's a pity though, the two of you would have made such a great—"

"Just move along Brick before I rip out your tongue," I threatened. He laughed quietly, before ducking into the bookshelves and disappearing from my sight. Brick was probably saying all that stuff so I would feel bad, but it wasn't going to work. Butch had probably talked him into coming and talking to me about it. I turned back to my comic book and pushed all thoughts of the Rowdy's out of my head.

I made it through most of the day with avoiding Butch that is until lunch came around. I sat in our usual spot with Brooke who was reading our assigned reading in American Literature. I wrinkled my nose at her. "How can you read something as boring as that without falling asleep?" I hissed. Brooke glanced from over the binding and rolled her eyes.

"Because unlike you, I like having grades that are above a D in English, it is my native language after all," She replied. I shook my head and turned to look at the lunch line. Barbie Rich stood near the back, her short mini skirt and yellow midriff marking her as slutty, which she was. Normally I wouldn't pay any attention to her, but the man she was clinging to caught my attention. Butch stood with Barbie, looking quite pleased that she was hanging on him like a useless blow up doll for his pleasure.

"That son of a bitch," I mumbled. Brooke glanced up from her book and followed my line of sight. She appeared to be just as surprised as I was. I felt the heat in my cheeks rise as Butch grabbed Barbie's ass and gave it a generous squeeze. "Why the hell is he letting that leech sucking Princess, hang on him like that."

"If I didn't know you any better Blaire, I'd say that was jealousy in your voice," Brooke commented with a smirk. By this point I was seething with anger, but I didn't know why. I shouldn't care who Butch lets hang on him, as long as it's not me.

"I don't give a damn; I just think they should get a room. I might heave on this table at the sight of it," I lied. In reality, I didn't know why I was so bothered by it. I let my seat drag across the linoleum floor before I stood and left the cafeteria to wander the halls.

They were relatively empty aside from the fast approaching Football jocks. Leading them was none other than Alex Ellerman, the star quarter back. He stopped next to me, a smarmy grin on his face. "Hey Blaire, nice boobs, maybe you should be my date for the dance," He stated confidently. "I can see that you want to in those pretty little eyes of yours." The only problem with his statement were his eyes weren't anywhere near mine.

"No way in hell Ellerman, I don't like guys who only care how large a girl's—"Someone stepped in front of me, cutting me off from what I was about to say. The girl wore a plaid skirt that fell about knee length and a silk blouse.

"Is there a problem here gentlemen," The girl questioned coldly. They shook their heads quickly, immediately shrinking away from her icy glare. "Good now get out of here before there is one." The boys made their way down the hall, but not before Alex could give me one last suggestive wink. Bridget turned to look at me, her eyes screamed disappointment. "Blaire, you can't afford getting into another fist fight at school. It took all my persuasion last time to keep the Professor from sending you to military school."

"To be completely honest I would have preferred that," I countered. "Besides, it's not my fault he's a jack—"

"And enough with the swearing, I know you don't believe in censorship. But please at school, have the decency to at least cut it to a minimum," Bridget continued, cutting me off once more. I scowled at her and turned swiftly to return to the cafeteria. I hated when Bridget got all motherly on me. Brooke and Boomer were sitting at the lunch table when I reentered, their heads placed closely together as they poured over one of Boomer's latest Shakespearean books he got. I took a seat beside them and Bridget sat opposite of me. Boomer, who was beside me sidled closer to Brooke as his eyes watched me closely. I was more than aware that he feared me, but by this point I didn't care. Brick soon made his way to our table and pecked Bridget lightly on the cheek.

I peered over their heads to the back of the cafeteria. Butch sat at the table, Barbie practically being cradled in his lap as she sucked on his mouth with her ruby red lips. I gagged and turned back to the others at the table. "Has there been any sign of Mojo Jojo Brick?" I questioned, trying to get my mind off of Butch. Brick shook his head slowly and looked at Bridget.

"No there hasn't, but there hasn't been any sign of HIM either. In fact, it's like both of them just vanished off the face of the earth without a trace," The red head answered softly. "Ever since the clone incident, there hasn't been much sign of either of them. Which isn't good, because they still have the Chemical X and our DNA," He stated. Brooke winced as she rubbed her forearm softly. You could still see the scars from the battle. It had affected her most out of all of us. I just didn't understand how our two biggest foes could just disappear without a trace.

"Well, I guess we'll have to keep looking. Bridget has all of the Professor's computers wired to find any traces of them. But so far there haven't been any," I replied with a small sigh. The others also sighed distraughtly. We had been searching for the last three months for them, but still nothing.

I buttoned the final loop of my clerk vest as I landed in front of the Townsville Sporting Goods Store. As I entered the store, Butch was already there unpacking some boxes and placing them in their respectful spots. I passed him without so much as a wary glance, still seething with a little anger towards him. Unfortunately for me, Butch didn't like to be ignored. "You Butterbutt, was it just me or did you look totally pissed off at lunch today?" He questioned as he pulled another box of supplies from the back storage room.

"No, I was trying not to heave all over the table. That leech sucking Princess had a pretty tight grasp," I paused and looked at him briefly. "...On your mouth." I threw my backpack behind the counter and took a seat on the cashier's desk.

"Oh that, well what did you expect me to do? She wouldn't leave me alone until I gave her what she wanted," Butch stated nonchalantly as he placed a baseball bat on the rack. My knuckles cracked loudly. "Is that jealousy I hear Butterbutt?" He laughed heartily as I continued to seethe. Without thinking I grabbed the closest object and chucked it at him, it happened to be baseball mitt, which landed harmlessly on the floor after hitting the back of his head. "Oh, sorry, what was I thinking? You being jealous is unheard of."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I almost screamed. The heat rose in my face and I could tell it was bright red. Butch shrugged as he turned away.

"What I mean is the only two emotions you've ever portrayed is anger and psychopathic anger. There isn't much of a variation," Butch replied. Silence fell over us as he continued to unpack and I sat on the counter watching him. Did he really mean that? I mean it's not like he has much variation either, it's either cocky or asshole. Finally, he turned back and looked at me. "Are you just going to sit there or are you going to actually do your job Butterbutt?"

"But I like sitting here, it makes me feel special," I teased half-heartedly. Butch rolled his eyes and gave a dismissive wave.

"Then be special while you unpack those basketballs over there. You may be higher in rank, but you need to pull your own weight around too," Butch stated barely looking up from his work.

"Fine, but if I break a nail it's on your head," I said, giving my best Barbie imitation. I could hear him snicker quietly. "Dick," I mumbled only loud enough for him to hear. And with that we continued with our jobs, only occasionally speaking to the other, much to my relief.