AN: Hi! Don't you just hate finals? I certainly do, I hope I did well on my Language Arts exam. I need it to be high in order to keep my average. And thanks for reviews! It certainly made my day.

Disclaimer: I do not own Powerpuff Girls. I wonder what it'll be like if I did...

All Eyes on Me

When I woke up the next day, I was hoping last night wasn't a dream. Tyler, the cutest guy in school in my opinion, totally asked me out. The first thing I did was grab my cellphone, which laid on my night stand and quickly looked for Melissa's message. If it was there, this was definitely not a dream.

It was there! OMG is this not a dream? Just to make sure, I pinched myself. As hard as I could so I could wake from this beautiful fantasy and stumble back to reality. Much to my relief, I felt a sharp piercing pain right when I squeezed the excess skin on my arm.

"Ouch!" I yelled.

"Ngh."

...

Wait. Who says "Ngh"? Definitely not me, I definitely don't sound like him. HIM?! What made me think it would be a guy?! I turned to my right, and in my horror, the scary ruff boy I saw the other day was in my bed. Then, as if walking down a horrible memory lane, the events from last night replayed in my mind. Soon after Tyler left, I ran into Butch, who I was so generous, that I actually let him stay in my room. But thank goodness, Dad left early. I don't know what I'd do if he was here.

"Get up! You can't stay here! Get out! Get out!" I yelled, shoving him, hoping he'd wake.

"Boomer, the dog is grabbing my arm -mrf- tell him to -ngh- let me -ugh- go!"

Is this a joke to him? This is not the time to joke! He's not suppose to be here. I got out of bed as quickly as could, but that was a problem. Why hadn't I realize his arms were around me? Maybe it's cause my excitement caused me to think my stomach was just tight from my time with Tyler.

While trying to yank his grasp off of me, I ended up waking him instead. I think somebody just woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

"Ugh! Where the hell is Boomer? That stupid ass didn't chase the dog away. He kept on grabbing at my--" He stopped mid-sentence. Clearly, he was sure that the dog in his dreams... happened to be me.

"Why are you here?" Why am I here? That's a very good question, I should be redirecting that back to you.

"This is my room." I tried to say, with my most gentle and soft voice. I wouldn't want to disturb the scary green monster out.

"What? What the hell happened last night?" What was he thinking? I hope it's not something I wouldn't think of. I was just being a good Samaritan, and this is what I get back in return? Life was not fair. His endless staring really creeped me out, I wanted to scream at him that I'm not some random... person who picked him off the street and decided to ... share the night with him. But instead, I wasn't able to say that.

"You passed out on your lawn."

"So? Say something I don't know. Is that all you can say?" His voice still monotone and calm. Am I on some Punk'd episode? Is Buttercup trying to pull something on me? Maybe Blossom had a part in this. For this ironic turn out, it must include Blossom. And who gives him the right to say that about me? He barely says 8 words, excluding his last line.

Unable to look at him in the face, cause it was simply embarrassing. "Um, no. I just thought you wouldn't like to camp out at night."

His expression relaxed a bit, and he muffled something that seems to me as a "Oh." I waited 5 more minutes before I said anything else, hoping that that Buttercup and Blossom would understand that I know what they're up to. But 5 minutes passed, then 10 minutes. I knew this was bad, it was real.

"Say something." He muttered, obviously he's an impatient boy.

"Well, let's just get downstairs, I have school." I said, trying to be as composed as I could be. If I had the guts, I'd probably be hiding in a corner, hoping this nightmare would end.

As I opened the door, before I could even take a step outside, "Bubbles! Who are you talking to up there? It's almost 8:00! You better hurry!" yelled a voice downstairs.

What? Why is my Dad home. Why is he home?! At a time like this, why? Why did he choose Tuesday of all days? Why not Friday?! Or Saturday, heck Thursdays would be even better. I look around, hoping for a plan to pop in my head. But I wasn't in luck, because Blossom was the one who made the plans and strategies. Oh Blossom, why must you be gone? Because of you, last night I let this boy in my house.

Butch stared at me. He looked pale, but he was.. smirking?

"St-stop it! St-top being such a-a...poopyhead!" Unable to say the real word, I felt so stupid. I hope he won't start scolding me for not using the real term. Buttercup had, and I don't need another Buttercup right now. Butch is already a lot for me to handle.

"Haha, pfft!" and he burst out in a fit of laughter. I hate him so much.

"Bubbles! Seriously! It's almost time for school! Get down here right now!" yelled Dad from downstairs.

"Hahah, Poopy? Who uses that term nowadays? Princess, you gotta say it." He said. Still laughing, but at the same time, trying to keep it down so my dad couldn't hear.

This wasn't fair. It didn't say anywhere that Cinderella had to endure helping a villain and maybe suffer public humiliation in the process.

"Out! OUT!" I barely yelled. My voice was barely above my talking voice. I pointed at the window. He looked at me, he definitely thought I was the most stupidest person right now. No idiot in their right mind would command a Rowdyruff to do something, especially jump out a window. Though I bet they've jumped out plenty of windows. But that's right, I'm not completely sane right now, so no one can blame me.

"Relax, relax. I got this situation handled." He said, still calm as ever.

"What?"

"You go downstairs, and keep your father busy. I'll just sneak out. I do this all the time, I've been known for skipping school."

So I decided to go with his plan. I mean, it's foolproof right? I still hate him for making me embarrass myself with Poopy, but I can't hate him anymore right? Cause he's helping me avoid a scandal and a major lecture from Father.

"Hi dad!" I practically skipped downstairs, "are you late? Cause that would be strange!" I smiled.

"No, no sweetie. Daddy just has a day off."

We kept talking and because I did my excellent stalling, Butch managed to get outside successfully. I was so glad my Dad was a little bit dense because if he wasn't, I don't think I'll make it to school in one piece. I glanced down at my watch and freaked, I grabbed my toast and ran out the door, but there was something there. Someone there.

"Hey Princess." OMG, what is he doing here?

"What are you doing here?! I thought you left! Your brothers must be home! Go inside your house!" I whispered, trying my best to keep it down.

"Walking you to school of course."

Before I had time to protest, my cellphone rang again. It must be Melissa, I chose to ignore it. I'll just tell her at school. I'll just walk with Butch, what could go wrong?

I was totally wrong, before I entered the schoolyard, I made sure to ditch Butch. Or maybe he ditched me, I don't really know, but I wasn't walking with him to the school entrance. But still, everyone was staring at me, it was like I was a walking diamond. Their mouths in awe, some girls started pointing at me.

"No way! Did he really?"

"Her?"

"I heard she had Butch by her trails."

"Ooh, definitely, Hazel will be pissed!"

"No way, she can totally beat Hazel and Jennifer. You saw how she juggled Tyler last night."

"I place my bets on Hazel. She's a sophomore."

"Serious? I totally bet on Bubbles. You know how those innocent girls tend to get, they start off with sugar, and then go spicy."

This was seriously embarrassing, everyone who hadn't notice me or gave a care in the world about me, suddenly obeyed my every whim. I tried hiding my face behind my textbooks. This was hell on earth. In Biology, two girls who never even glanced at me, tried to steal seats to sit as close to me as possible.

"Hi! I'm Georgina! I love your hair, how did you get it so ... silky?!" She said as she started touching my hair. Usually I love compliments, but this was really awkward.

"Uhm, thanks!" I said, I smiled; grateful at her comment.

"Oh my goodness, Georgina, I love her waves! Check this out! I'm Xandra by the way."

Okay these girls were really creepy, but I didn't care because Mrs.Williams walked in.

"Attention, class is about to begin." Everyone scrambled to their seats. I didn't like Mrs.Williams. Every time, she'd threaten us with a pop quiz that is never real.

"Georgina, are you ready for the quiz tomorrow?"

Her threats were the ones that made me stay up all night, studying my eyes out for a quiz that wasn't even real. Her threats were so overused, no one really cared anymore, but I made extra sure to note down everything she said, just in case. Expect the unexpected.

When the bell rang, I was totally relieved, I wanted to get away from Georgina and Xandra quick. But I was like a walking bad luck charm, right in my face stood Hazel. Her face twisted in disgust at the sight me of me, but instead of walking to me, she walked straight pass me. To Butch who stood behind me. Why does this always happen to me? The misconception is really annoying.

"Where the hell were you? I called Brick and Boomer countless times, and they were no where to be found either!" she screamed. I was glad I didn't know her.

"I was around, Hazel." His same old response, how can she take that? If I was her, I would've slapped him or something. But obviously I'd never have the guts to do so. Buttercup usually defends me.

"OH-EM-GEE! Bubbles! We looked all over for you!" screamed Melissa from behind me, as Jessica trailed behind her. Melissa and Jessica crushed me in a bear hug, and I responded back. They began fixing my hair, tugging my dress and examining me closely. Melissa had her hand on her chin and seemed to be in deep thoughts.

"Her shirt is so spunky."

"Jessica, I totally see what you mean."

"Wh-what's wrong with it?" I asked.

"Nothing! We just totally love it, let's go to Denny's, and you know.. chill for awhile?" said Jessica.

"Bu-but my French class is next."

"Who cares, we got to get you ready for another date with Tyler tonight. He wants just one on one."

At the mention of his name, my heart totally skipped a beat. Seriously, captain of the soccer team; every girl's dream; he noticed me. Don't you just love life sometimes? This must be karma for letting Butch stay in my house.

What I hate about going to eateries, is that I tend to order a lot. Sometimes I never get to finish it and it's not very fair to the person who's paying. But today, just for Tyler, I'll maintain my eating habits.

"So I was thinking we could check out Holt's today. I totally loved that Versace perfume, and guess who's got her daddy's credit card?" Jessica said, winking.

"Oh no! You serious? Oh I would kill to be in your shoes right now." Exclaimed Melissa, "oh btw, Tyler totally loved that you visited him."

"Wow, re-really? Did he say that?"

"OH-EM-GEE, and Bubbles! You totally didn't return my call. I want details on everything that happened with Tyler after you guys left." Jessica grabbed my arm, and shook me.

"It was so... fiery! After I made up with Alex, everything just seemed to play out on its own!" Melissa looked up dreamily. I felt guilty about how I commented on their past make-out scene, because I had done the same with Tyler. I could feel my cheeks grow hot while recalling last night's events.

Melissa held her hand to my forehead, "Oh my goodness, what's wrong Bubs? You're looking awfully red."

"Come on, I want to check out that Christian Dior dress. It's like.. like, calling out to me. Ya know? It's like my Goddess but in a form of a dress." Jessica began tugging at us.

" No ways, what if I bought the dress?"

"Get away you ugly witch from the west! That dress is mine." Joked Jessica.

It didn't feel right skipping French, but in that moment; it felt great. We spent 2nd block at Holt's doing what girls do best.

I was lucky to have made it back for 3rd block.

"You skipped French." A cold voice stabbed me.

I turned around, and I wasn't surprised to see him. I tried to think fast, hoping I'd come up with a quick and smart remark.

"Since when were you interested in school?"

"I'm not stupid, so don't say stupid things to me."

I grunted. It was so like Butch to say that. Spending one night with him, it felt as though I knew him since primary school. He can be so unpredictable that it seems predictable. Last I checked, he skipped school as well.

"Go away, I don't want Tyler to think misunderstand anything." After last night's event, I really didn't want to be around him anymore longer. I might either lose Tyler to Jennifer or be creamed and backstabbed by Hazel. Either way I lose.

"I think I left my sweater at your house. I want to go get it."

My mouth was in awe. He wanted to come over and I wasn't going to let that happen, at least not in this lifetime. "No! You're not coming over again, I'll bring it to school tomorrow."

"Oh, well I certainly don't mind if the girls wondered why my sweater was at your house. Handling Tyler on the same night you handled me, oh what a juicy new rumour." He said it flat out. I really don't need anymore obstacles, so I gave in.

"Fine, but I'm leaving first. You can follow 5 minutes after."

"Suit yourself."

For some reason, I anxiously waited till the bell that meant school was over for the day to ring. I had butterflies because I have to meet Butch. But the clock slowed down. It felt was though it was going 5mins/second. It's said that time actually slowed down right before the bell rings. I fumbled with my fingers as the teacher lectured on something about microbiology and microscopes.

My butterflies are seriously killing me, but suddenly, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I know we aren't allowed to use cellphones during class, but I was curious. I grabbed my phone, secretly checking it. It was a text message from Tyler.

'hey bubs, I miss u, watcha up to?'

I was going to reply, but another text message was sent to me.

'hurry up, i wnt 2 go sumwhere.'

Ugh. What's wrong with him? I don't ever remember giving him my cell phone number. I ignored his message because I'll just have to go along with him regardless anyways. I hope the bell would ring fast though.

My butterflies are killing me.

A/N: I don't like this chapter. I loathe it! But with a passion! :) I won't rush Bubbles and Butch. I promise. I'm so tired, I could probably fall asleep right now!

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