Chapter 5
This is the fifth chapter of 'Can I Love You?'
Last time, it was finally the day that the Girls began their high school career as 'normal' high school girls. They meet the Boys at the entrance of the school, just to give them the cold shoulder, as well as a major clue in finding out just who they were, before they became the Four Queens. They find out, and for once in their lives, they felt fear and guilt, for what they did to the Girls seven years ago
Anyway, enough with the chitchat, let's get on with the story, nya~!
As homeroom drew a close, students slowly piled into the long hallways, heading for their next classes. Bloom took a look at her schedule, "Hmm, I have Science with Mrs. Temples. What a weird name, Temples." Rolling her eyes, Blossom glanced at her schedule, "I have English with Ms. Floritine. Huh, I think I say her this morning, with several perverted guys ogling at her." Buttercup took out her schedule, grinning widely, "Awesome, I've got gym with some Coach Sweet." Bloom arched a brow, "That's a name?" Bubbles giggled at her older sister's blunt question, taking a look at her schedule, "I have art with a Mr. Fauntum."
Blossom glanced at her watch, "We have a ten minute passing period, so we have exactly 8 more minutes and 34 seconds to make it to class." Bubbles smiled, "Oh, I know. Why don't we meet up at the front of the school for lunch today? I had Kanon pack us all Japanese bento lunches." Buttercup and Bloom glanced at each other, licking their lips. They all absolutely loved their green-haired butler's Japanese lunches. Since his own mother, who was a professional, retired Japanese chef, he was taught by the very professionals.
Bloom smiled, "Alright then. Let's get going, shall we?" With one hug to each sister, as well as two farewells pecks, one upon each cheek, the Four Queens went their separate ways. Not very surprisingly, the crowds of students all parted for each one of the Queens to make their way through. Like the way the Red Sea parted at Moses' feet.
Blossom sighed as she made her way into her math classroom, taking her seat at the front row. She could feel the disgusting feeling of lecherous eyes upon her body, and stalker-ish eyes gazing upon her face and back, 'Ugh, wish that Buttercup, Bloom or Bubbles were here to accompany me.' Setting her books down and flipping open her notebook, the orangette simply took down the several small homework assignments written upon the board, completely blocking out the whispers that surrounded her, 'I can't wait until lunch.'
Sudden squeals brought her out of her concentrated state of writing, "Brick's here!" "Hi, Brick~!" "Oh, sit over here, please." "No, over here!" "NO, over here!" The orangette felt her eyebrow tick with irritation, 'Ditzy airheads. They only like him for his looks. They can't see that his heart is black and made up of venom and ice.' A rich, deep baritone voice rang out, "Hello, Blossom~. It's been a long time, hasn't it?" The orangette Queen glared up at those ruby-red orbs that she had once found so beautiful, "It has indeed. Go away, I prefer not to associate with people I dislike," turning her head back to face the front of the room, the flowery fragrance of her signature shampoo reaching Brick's nose as those sunset orange locks fluttered with the movement of her head, making him want to smell more. The scent… it was like a drug. Take a little sample; and you get addicted.
He unconsciously leaned down, burying his nose into those beautiful, silky orange locks of long hair, taking in deep breaths of that addicting flowery scent. Gasps and squeals rippled through the classroom, "Oh my God, you don't think that Brick's… in love with Blossom, do you?" "But, they just met. Is it possible to fall in love that quickly?" "But, don't forget that they way they talk, they seemed to have met before."
Blossom lightly gasped at the feeling of someone's face being buried against her head. Without thinking, she shrunk her head into her shoulder and shot it back up, smacking Brick right in the face, causing him to reel back in searing pain, clutching at his injured face, "Ow! Why'd you do that, bitch?" The orangette Queen snarled, "You're such a creeper; burying your stinkin' nose into my hair. You're lucky I just butted you in your ugly face instead of ripping out your balls! Now get away from me or I'll fulfill my threat and turn you into a woman!"
Slightly backing up at the dangerous look that the girl had on her face, Brick returned it with his own venomous glare before turning around and taking his seat at the far end of the classroom, plopping into his chair. Sighing, Blossom ran her hand through her hair, doing her best to get rid of the creepy sensation of her hated enemy burying his nose into her head.
Soon, their teacher, Ms. Floritine, entered the room. Blossom recognized her from a small little glance, when she heard several boys whistling at the woman. She looked like she was in her early thirties, with bright silver eyes and long, light strawberry orange hair, cutting off at her narrow waist. Her chest seemed far too large and busty for her petite and delicate-looking body frame, and they seemed to quiver and bounce whenever she moved. Dressed in a professional grey business-woman suit, Blossom was impressed at just how innocent and oblivious the strawberry orangette seemed to be to her male students' lustful stares.
With a sigh, the orangette continued taking her notes on adverbs and adjectives that Ms. Floritine was writing. Unknown to her, a pair of blood-red eyes continued to stare her down from across the room, taking in all her physical characteristics, as well as her every movements.
Bloom relaxed as she leaned back into her chair, crossing her mile-long legs, one over the other. Science was her best subject, along with all her other subjects and objective courses, so the brunette didn't need to worry about anything. She chuckled lightly when she saw several regular students nervously chewing the nails. They were extremely nervous, nervous for her. Apparently, this Mrs. Temples was an incredibly haughty, ignorant, rude, not to mention extremely ugly, person, and all because she was the 'second woman' of the principal, Mr. Richard Williams. Though the students didn't know this, but, just like herself, Bloom did a little bit of research on all her teachers. The students described her as a 'disgusting old hag who would suck the cock of a hobo, if they caressed her with honey-dripping words and tender, sexual touches.' Bloom wasn't too surprised, if the lady was as hideous as her students made her out to be, it wouldn't be too hard to believe that she was willing to sacrifice her womanly virtue for mind-melting sex, no matter who it was.
Just then, the bell rang and all the students returned to their seats. Bloom cocked a brow at one empty seat right to the right of her, 'An absent student? But, the principal told us that the full student body was present as school today, to greet the Four Queens.' The sound of the classroom door slamming open brought the brunette Queen out of her musing, and in stepped a short, pudgy, little piglet of a woman, with thinning, grey hair pulled into a tight bun and dull mud brown eyes. She seemed to be just a little taller than she was wide. Dressed in a tight, white button-up shirt which flashed her stomach and allowed tiny amounts of flabby skin to leak through the gaps between the buttons, and a tight dark grey pencil skirt that seemed to crawl up her thick, fat thighs every time she walked, the lady didn't look like someone anyone would want to have sex with.
Everyone cringed at the sound of the poor teachers' chair creaking and moaning under the woman's weight as she sat down and leaned back. She stared right at Bloom, who didn't flinch at all, but simply returned her stare with a bored look in her amethyst eyes. She suddenly sneered, flashing a single streak of lipstick smeared upon her front teeth, "So, one of the Four Queens decided to grace us with her presence~" Bloom smirked, "Of course. I wouldn't leave my subjects hanging, if I told them I'd come."
The sneer suddenly morphed in an ugly scowl, "Listen you spoiled little brat, you may be one of the Four Queens, but in Townsville High, I rule. My word is law; what I say goes, got it? You question me, I'll give you so many detentions that you'll be swimming in them for the rest of the year!" All the students cringed at the loud threat, glancing at the brunette supermodel, who simply stared at the teacher with an unreadable expression. Everyones' eyes shot wide open with shock as she slowly closed her eyes and that smug, confident smirk on her flawless face grew wider, "Whatever you say, teach."
Whispers bursted out throughout the classroom, some nervous while others were smug and excited; Mrs. Temples absolutely hated being called anything but her name, especially 'teach.' A red vein appeared on her forehead as she was about to explode. Just as she took in a huge breath to start screaming at the top of her lungs, the classroom door slammed open, and in strutted one fashionably last Bruise Rowdyruff, his own cocky, signature smirk on his handsome face, "Sorry I'm late, teach. I was… busy."
Mrs. Temples blushed shyly and smiled, "That's alright Bruise. Please, take your seat and I'll take your tardy mark off the roll sheet." As she did so, Bruise took the empty seat beside Bloom, shooting her a womanizing smirk as he got comfortable in his seat. Bloom simply stared at him before turning her attention back up to the front of the classroom. Suddenly, the popular song 'Dynamite' by Taio Cruz began to ring out.
Bloom took out her cellphone, flipped it open and began to talk into it so nonchalantly that you'd think that it wasn't against the school rules to use electronics during school hours. Everyone jumped in their seats when Mrs. Temples exploded, "No cellphones during school hours! Hand that device over, and consider yourself with a month's worth of detentions!"
The brunette rotated her piercing amethyst eyes towards the screeching banshee, and Mrs. Temples suddenly felt a shiver run down her spine as those hypnotizing eyes seem to peer right past her façade and see right into her soul. The words that so calmly came out of the supermodel's mouth threw the ugly teacher for a serious loop, "Shut up, you fuly hag or I'll broadcast to the entire school, and your husband, about your affair with Principal Williams," before turning back and continuing with her quiet conversation on her phone.
Hushed whispers rippled through the room, "Affair?" "With Principal Williams?" "But, I thought Mrs. Temples was already married." "You don't she's…" "…Cheating on her husband, do you?" "It would explain why she thinks that she runs the school." "And the reason why the principal doesn't do anything about the rude way she treats us." Bruise chuckled lowly at Mrs. Temples' glowing red face, from both anger and embarrassment, and mentally smirked, 'Impressive. She's barely started school here, and she already knows who the good bitches are, and who the bad bitches are. Hmm…'
Bubbles smiled as she took a seat in front of a free easel, a fresh white canvas already put into place. Art was her favorite subject, not to mention that she had possessed a fine taste for art ever since she was old enough to properly use a pencil. She glanced down at her watch; it was almost time for class to start. She noticed that most of the students were still out of their seats, but unusually quiet. Then, she realized that it was she that caught all of their attention. She squirmed at the feeling of the lustful stares from the boys, and the admiring stares from the girls.
Mentally taking a deep breath, the blond took out her phone and quickly browsed through her text messages. There were 3 from James, each one asking if she was finding her new school comfortable and to call immediately if something, or someone, was making her uncomfortable, and that he'll shoot back to Townsville in his private jet and instantly 'take care' of it, and 1 from Hannah, who had simply called to remind them that the shoot that was scheduled for 5 o'clock that afternoon was rescheduled to tomorrow, same time.
"Alright, kids, sit down now. Let's shut our mouths and open our imaginations." Seeing that Mr. Fauntum had arrived, Bubbles quickly responded to James' text messages and tucked her phone into the pocket of her skirt as quickly as she could while all the other students clamored and rushed to their seats. Bubbles' eyes randomly rotated around the room, taking in the bright, vivid colors, beautifully done paintings, arts and crafts projects, dozens of huge bottles of paint in every color known, millions of crayons and trillions of colored pencils.
But, she silently groaned when she saw one Boomer Rowdyruff sitting not too far away from her, murmuring with several of his surrounding friends. He glanced to his side, and their eyes met. For a few long seconds, all the two blond did was stare at each other. Then, Bubbles slowly blinked, allowing her long, soft-looking lashes to brush the skin under her eyes and turning her head and attention back to what Mr. Fauntum was saying. Boomer simply continued staring at the gorgeous model. Though he had never told his brothers, he had indeed fallen in love with one of the Four Queens, the Queen named Bubbles. The paleness, smoothness of her skin, the delicate-aura that constantly surrounded her, her angelic smile, everything about her completely drew Boomer to her. But, now that he learned that his long-time angel crush was the Bubbles Utonium that he had so coldly turned down in fourth grade, and that she absolutely hated him, the blond Rowdyruff was at a complete lose.
He felt a slight nudge as one of his friends ribbed him, grinning perversely, "Yo dude, yer checkin' out Bubbles, huh? Good choice, she looks so sexy in those clothes, don't cha jus' wanna rip 'em off of 'er?" Boomer heard his friend, and had no choice but to admit that Bubbles did indeed look extremely good in her outfit of Gucci clothing. She may not always give off the sheer amount of pheromones that her sisters did, but her aura of elegance and innocence was more than enough to make up for it.
"-Oomer. Mr. Boomer! Are you there?" The blond teen blinks and looked up, to see a displeased Mr. Fauntum glaring down at him, 'Ah, I see that you've finally decided to return to Earth. Now, if you were listening at all, will you please follow your classmates' examples and pick up your brush." Boomer sighed, running a hand through his blond locks, "Yes, Mr. Fauntum," and picked up a basic #2 bristle brush. He mentally rolled his eyes when he heard dreamy sighs come from all the girls, "Ugh..!'
Grunting, Mr. Fauntum made his way back up to the front of the classroom, "Alright then. Today, we shall begin painting life-sized objects. Shall we have a volunteer from the class as our model for today?" Everyone instantaneously pointed at Bubbles, "Queen Bubbles, Mr. Fauntum, chose her!" Bubbles blushed prettily as the art teacher chuckled, he knew that the class would chose one of the most photogenic women in the world, "Well, Bubbles, if you don't mind, take a seat upon the stool on this pedestal and strike any pose you'd like."
Putting her brush down, the blond Queen made her way to the center of the circle of art students and sat upon the stool. Sticking out her legs straight in front of her and crossing one over the other, she slightly leaned back, using her hands to support her weight from the back and tilted her head up towards the window, allowing the ray of sunshine to dance upon her beautiful face, making her truly glow like an angel.
She heard light gasps all around her, and Mr. Fauntum spoke, "Everyone, I want yo- no, I order you all to paint to the best of your ability. Our muse today the best in the entire world, do not allow this beauty to go to waste with bad artist skills!" A loud, "Yes, Mr. Fauntum,' rang out as the students carefully began to paint, taking extra care in the shadows, the changing of the colors and the light. Bubbles, for the first time since she had entered the school, felt warm and happy, simply sitting in an easy pose, compared to the series of poses that modeling shoot forced her and her sisters to do, which required a lot of stamina, endurance and flexibility.
Boomer sighed softly at the beautiful girl that he, along with his classmates, had the privilege of painting. There was no other word to describe her; she was gorgeous, breathtaking, incredible, the list goes on and one. But, his calm train of thoughts faltered when he remembered that Bubbles hated him, thanks to his stupid mouth and damned pride back in fourth grade. As much as he hated to admit it, he agreed with Butch; had he known that Bubbles would turn into such a gorgeous young lady, he would've taken her as a girlfriend. But, now, it was too late.
Even though he and his brothers were rich and well provided for, all their wealth combined would be considered less than pocket change compared to the Four Queens' wealth. Not to mention that he and his brothers were nothing but ordinary high school boys with a higher-than-average pedigree while Bubbles and her sisters were household names throughout the entire world. There was no way in Hell that Bubbles would want to date him, or even like him, the way she did seven long years ago.
Buttercup stepped inside the girls' locker room, her green-and-black duffel bag casually slung over her shoulder and her Fendi boots making lightly padding sounds against the waxed tiled floor. She smirked at all the admiring gazes that she got from all the girls. After all, who wouldn't admire her? She was the sportiest of the Four Queens, with so much money that they could burn it in the fireplace, all the latest fashion trends from all the hottest brands, not to mention that she also had quite a reputation in the sports' world, and was requests to play for some of the best teams in the world.
Throwing her bag onto the bench near her locker, Buttercup began to strip, and change into her gym cloths, which consists of a simply white T-shirt trimmed with dark green and a pair of dark green shorts that reached up to her mid thighs. She removed her choker and necklaces, as well as her earrings and loose bracelets, deciding to keep the cuffs. Switching her boots for a pair of Nike sneakers, the ravenette placed all her clothing, shoes and duffel bag into her gym locker, locked it back up and made her way out into the enormous gym.
She immediately growled when she felt all eyes rotate towards her, and clenched her hands into tight fists when wolf-whistles and cat-calls rang out, 'Damn it..!' Taking a deep breath, she counted to ten slowly, to keep her temper in check. The piercing sound of a loud coach whistle rang out as a large, muscle-bound man dressed in a grey tracksuit with the word 'Coach' written on the back in red. He roared, "Alright ya sissies, get in line!"
Buttercup continued to stand her ground confidently, while all the other students cowered into a long, straight line. The man towered over the ravenette model, with a serious expression on his strong, firm face, "You the newbie?" Buttercup smirked, "I am. Want to make something of it?" Everyone gasped; Coach Sweet, despite his name, was anything but 'sweet.' He was the most strict and intense of all the P.E. teachers, and didn't go easy on anyone, despite their genders or conditions.
There was an intense amount of silence between the coach and the ravenette model before Sweet chuckled deeply, "I like you. Despite being a prissy lil' model, you've got guts. What sports are you good at?" Buttercup counted on her fingers, "Soccer, football, basketball, baseball, la-cross, the list goes on and on." Sweet blinked at all the sports Buttercup listed, but grinned widely anyway, "Alright then. :et's play a game of food ole' basketball. You and our best player can chose teams, and get playin'. 'Ey Butch, get yer lazy ass over here!" On que, said ravenette Rowdyruff stepped out of the boys' locker room, his signature cocky smirk on his handsomely crafted face, "You shrieked, Coach?"
Buttercup felt a vein throb on her head angrily as all the girls squealed and sighed dreamily. Coach Sweet grinned, "You and Queenie here are gonna play a good game of basketball. Chose yer team mates." After a few minutes of choosing and bickering over teammates, the two teams were established and the game begun. Buttercup instantly scored several hoops, shooting her team off to a great start. As she dribbled down the court, she scowled when Butch dashed up beside her, smirking, "Yo, Butterbutt. How's it hangin'?"
The ravenette model grinned widely, almost sadistically, "Not much. Just this..!" She shot upwards and made a slam dunk. Butch grinded his teeth together; he was so distracted with flirting with the girl that he completely forget to steal the ball away from her when she was distracted. Coach Sweet whistled under his breath, "She's good. I thought that she'd be one of those prissy sissies who're 'fraid to break their nails. Like that Morebucks brat."
The games continued until the period ended, and after many lucky shots from both sides, the two sides came to a dead tie. Sweat poured down Buttercup and Butchs' foreheads, soaking their gym clothes in their own sweat. Coach Sweet chuckled, "Alright then. Everybody hit the showers, literally. You all reek like old cheese."
Butch walked over to Buttercup, grinning seductively, "Hey Babe, you're not bad. Of course, if you'll let me tutor you in basketball, you could get a whole lot better." Buttercup snarled, "Get away from me you fuckin' creep. I hate you, and no little game of basketball's gonna change that." She suddenly shot a hand forward, griped the Rowdyruff's shirt and pulled him down so that they were face to face, whispering softly and dangerously, "Listen, you play-boy scum, you or any of your disgusting brothers go anywhere near me or my sisters, and I'll personally rip your balls out, stir-fry them and feed them to you. Stay. Away. From. Us."
Making her threat perfectly clear, the ravenette Queen shoved the ravenette boy backwards and made her way back into the girls' locker room, slamming the door behind her. Butch simply stood in place, completely dumbfounded. He knew that the girl didn't like him, but he had no idea that her grudge against him would still be so strong after seven years. One of his lingering friends who witness the little 'spat' whispered, "Whoa, dude, girls are scary when they're angry."
Butch nodded slowly, "I heard that."
Hey, here's chapter 5. The OC boyfriends will be making their arrival soon, and believe me, I'll do my very best to make them as dreamy as possible, but make them very possessive and jealous too. When I date, I want my man to be kind and considerate, but can get jealous and possessive at times too.
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