CHAP.4: Poke!

Bubbles: Can i ask what u r going 2 rite about me?

Wolfie: ...no...

Bubbles:...oh...:l

Bubbles POV

I was talking to my friend Sarah-who i met last year- about anything we could talk about really. Then, i felt something poke me. I excused myself and looked back. I saw a boy with blonde hair. I've never seen him before. 'He's kinda cute.' I smiled at him. He returned it. I then looked ahead and just watched the teacher's movements. Not really paying attention to him. Then, i felt something poke me again. I looked back and saw the boy still smiling at me. 'Thats kinda creepy...' I returned it before, turning back around. Then, i felt something poke me again. I predicted that it was the boy. "Will you please stop poking me?" I asked politely. He shook his head.

"No." Then, he poked my cheek twice. I grabbed his hand so he could stop, but he just used his other one. Now i was grabbing both of them.

"Pleeeaaaasssseeee stop." I pleaded. He slipped his hand through my fingers so he was holding my hand. I raised an eyebrow.

"No." Then, he put his same hand up to my face and started to poke me again.

"Why?" He didnt answer. "Excuse me?" Silence. "You know, its very rude for someone to just ignore someone. Then, the teacher cleared his throat. I looked at him.

"Bubbles, stop interrupting other students learning." I looked back at the boy and he was writing in a notebook. Which i didnt know he had with a light blue led pencil.

"Sorry Mr. Harolldy." I apologized. The teacher sighed before teaching once again. I was about to take out my notebook because i felt like drawing when i noticed it was gone. "I could've sworn i had my notebook here a second ago. I checked in my desk. When i looked back up at my desk, there was my notebook, but someone had written "POKE" in it. "Poke?" I said curious of who-...i was poked once again on my back. I turned to the boy, he was just smiling at me. 'weirdo.' I thought to myself. Then, he poked my forehead. "Stop it."

"Why?" He asked.

"Cause its annoying!"

"Okay." Then, he poked my cheek. I stopped his hand.

"Stop!" I cried. It was getting annoying how he would just poke me, but i wouldnt show my agitation.

"No." He said simply. I smiled creeply. Then, i started to poke his face nonstop saying things like "you like that huh?" or "how does it feel now."

"Miss Utonium! Stop touching that boy's face! Your disrupting my class, stopping other students to learn and now you just wont keep your hands to yourself! Principal's office, now!" My jaw hung open. I have never ever EVER been sent to the principal's office. And now that this kid comes along, I'm being sent.

"But he poked my face fir-"

"OFFICE! WHAT IN HEAVENS NAME IS WRONG WITH YOU POWERPUFFS TODAY! FIRST, BLOSSOM, BUTTERCUP-well sh's understandable- AND NOW YOU! I HAVE HAD IT, GO NOW!" The teacher yelled at me. I lowered my head.

"Okay." I said, no louder than a whisper. As i walked the halls, i cried silent tears. 'I've never been yelled at so loudly before.'

Wolfie: u like?

Buttercup: She gets poked, but i get gum in my hair? *Wolfie nods.* THATS NOT FAIR?

Blossom: Are u always gonna yell?

Buttercup:SHUT UP-

Blossom: Ur yelling again. *Buttercup tackled Blossom and they both started to fight.*

Wolfie: ur not gonna turn out like that right Bubbles?

Bubbles: I hope not.

Wolfie: Do they do this everyday?

Bubbles: Most of the time yes. and im always the 1 that breaks it up.

Wolfie: yea, like how u broke up yesterday's fight? that was perfect. Well...BYE YALL!