I shook my head as I looked over the syllabuses for my classes. Mojo was absolutely right. This was going to be a walk in the park for me. "But remember Brick," Mojo had instructed to me, "you are responsible for your brothers. You are the oldest, the smartest, and the most responsible. Make sure your brothers get through their classes and stay focused on the plan."

It felt odd having the wind blow through my hair. This stupid private school has a rule against wearing hats. We had spent the last seven years going to various public schools. I'm going to miss having my long hair crashing down from under my red cap, but those are the breaks. Now it's short hair with no cap. As Butch would say, I look like a tool. Though I'm not a hundred percent sure what that means. I looked down at my schedule sprawled across the first page. We were going into this blind. No idea if we shared any classes with the Puffs. I'd suggested to Mojo that he hack into the school and set things up, but he refused. "We have invested too much time into this plan to risk it." He had told me. "If Him or I are seen in Townsville it could very well jeopardize the plan. The girls will become suspicious. They will search for clues, try and put two and two together, investigate where we have been…" Yeah you get the picture.

I do share a few classes with my brothers. Two with Butch and one with Boomer. I sincerely wish Butch and I would have every class together. Boomer can behave himself, but Butch…let's just say he's the reason we had to keep hopping from town to town and switching schools.

Luckily I had already found an entry point. Blossom was in charge of some club at the school she had founded called the "Better Understanding" club. It did not escape me that she and the club shared initials. Somehow I don't think that's a coincidence. This was great for me as I had another layer to work with. When I turn that club against her and ruin all her work, my job will be all but done. The club wasn't meeting for another week, but I had already signed up.

I had put my real name on the attendance sheet for her club, not one of the fake names we were all using. She knows I'm here, and that I'm coming for her.

My first class was mostly uneventful. Just an advanced placement Government class. I hated this political crap but I needed to take as many AP courses as possible. There was no sign of Blossom, but there was something odd.

I was sitting in the back of the class. This is a small school so the students all know each other. Being new meant I stuck out. All of them were taking glances at me, which I promptly ignored. Then someone came into the room who made me feel ashamed I had not just worn my damn cap.

She wasn't wearing the school uniform. It had a similar design, being a skirt and button shirt combo, but the color was a dark purple. Not just one shade but multiple shades. When I looked closely I could see that there were a number of slightly different shades going around in a circle. It's a bit difficult to describe in words, almost like she was wearing an aura. Black stockings covered both her legs and arms. Then there was her hair.

It was a bright shade of blonde.

"Odd for a goth to have hair like that." I had thought to myself. She sat down next to me and absentmindedly stared out the window. Didn't even spare me a passing glance. Her eyes were glazed over with boredom and a touch of gloom.

They were also a bright shade of blue. Just like Boomer's eyes.

"Is she the Blue Puff?" I had wondered. How could that be possible? The Blue Puff would have been beaming like the sun and chatting it up with all the other kids in the classroom. To my annoyance the teacher didn't do a roll call. I'm guessing there was no need, given how small this school was. The teacher did point me out as a new student which caused everyone to look me.

Everyone except her.

Things were more interesting in my second class. It's a basic shop class that I share with Butch. But he wasn't the only brunet with a preference for green in the class. Figures that she would be in a shop class rather than home economics. I have to say I'm rather impressed with the facilities they have at this school. This shop class, which they call technical education instead of shop, is filled with state of the art equipment. Has a decent range of subjects as well: car engines, photography, architecture, even robotics.

Butch immediately dragged me into the car engine station once we were allowed to pick. "Why do you want to learn about cars?" I asked him. "We can fly, in case you hadn't noticed."

"Cars have nothing to do with getting around, in case you hadn't noticed." He shot back.

"Then why don't you enlighten me."

Butch had already opened up some kind of manual. "Cars are huge chick magnets you idiot. If you get yourself a fine car then you're gonna have yourself some fine ass."

"Need I remind you that we're Demi-Gods compared to these humans? You're not going to need a car to help you impress some loose girl."

Butch merely shook his head. "Oh Brick, you just don't understand. I blame myself. I should have been there for you."

I decided not to respond to that idiotic comment.

Our instructor came in and began the first lesson. Butch sat perfectly still and gave his full attention. You'd think I'd be happy, but this was a curse in disguise. Butch wasn't looking around at anything else, including the Green Puff. She was no doubt suspicious of us. I mean how many people do you know with red eyes? She was over in the robotics area that could be seen through the open door. She occasionally glanced over, checking us out. Of course, nearly every student was doing that. We were the new guys after all.

My mind halted and backed up. She's in the robotics department.

When the instructor had his back turned I poked Butch in the side. "Why is she over in the robotics department?" I whispered.

"I don't know." Butch whispered back as he shrugged. "She probably got stuck there."

"How could she get stuck there, we got to pick our stations."

"I don't know, maybe everything else was full. Use that super amazing brain of yours and figure it out."

I tried to respond but the teacher turned around. I spent the next ten minutes observing the Green Puff as best I could. Butch's theory wasn't holding up. The Green Puff looked genuinely interested in the large robotic claw her group was studying. Very strange indeed. She looked over at me a few times. Her eyes had more of a curious expression than a suspicious one. Once the teacher had turned around I poked Butch in the side again.

He gave me an annoyed look. "What do you want?" He hissed.

"You're supposed to be keeping an eye on the Puff. Don't forget the whole reason we came here."

"I freaking know that Brick. Once school is over I'll scoop out the sports teams and find which one's she's on."

"You still need to keep an eye on her in this class. There might be something we can use against her."

"I'll get her when I'm out on the soccer field or whatever."

"We're on a mission here Butch."

"Yeah well if Mom and Dad want me to stalk her all freaking day long they can suck it. Now quit bugging me, I'm trying to listen to the teacher."

This place is starting to feel like some kind of bizarro universe.

My third class was AP Calculus. No Puffs to be seen. My fourth class was AP Computer Science. No Puffs either.

I lay under a tree with my lunch. The sky was a beautiful light blue. A few stray clouds dotting here and there. I was too annoyed to eat anything. I signed up for as many AP classes as I could, hoping to run into Blossom. The day was already half over and I hadn't seen so much as a flash of her pink bow. "Wait, she wouldn't be wearing a bow, it's not part of the dress code." I reminded myself. "Come on Brick get your head in the game. We've still got four more classes to go."

My thoughts were interrupted as a brown bag fell onto my head. I was very tempted to blast the annoyance into dust with my laser beams, but opted for the less attention grabbing method of using my hand. I met with the dark green eyes of my moronic brother. Once again feeling tempted to use my laser eyes.

"Sorry man, thought you were rock." He said as he laughed at his own stupid joke.

I sat up and stretched my neck a bit. "If you want me to kick your ass you can just ask."

"Yeah well before you do that you might be interested to know that I had a class with a certain redhead."

"You had a class with her?" I asked, giving him my full attention.

"Yup, Spanish class."

"But you're in a beginner Spanish class."

"Yeah, and so is she." Butch said nonchalantly as he dug into his lunch bag.

I listened to him scarf down an apple while my mind digested this new information. "Why is she in a beginner Spanish class?"

"Well word on the street is that people take beginner Spanish classes…to learn Spanish!"

I gave him a narrow look as he mocked me with crossed eyes. How very strange. Why would that overachieving, egotistical Puff be taking a beginner class her junior year?

Boomer arrived and sat down next to me. "Hey guys. Any luck so far?"

"Totally," Butch replied, "Me and Brick get to build an engine! By next year I'm gonna have my own custom car and completely rock this sorry town."

"Uhh I meant the Puffs."

"Oh them. I saw two of them so far. Haven't seen the blue one though."

Boomer began fishing through his bag. "I saw Buttercup in my English class but I haven't seen Bubbles yet." He let out a little sigh and took a bite out of his sandwich. "So I guess nobody's seen Bubbles?"

I stuffed an Oreo in my mouth and thought about my first class. "Actually I might have…"

"You saw her?" Boomer asked, looking at me.

"No it couldn't have been her. Just some blonde goth chick who kind of looked like her."

Butch let out a laugh. "Blonde goth chick? What's that all about? Isn't that an oxymoron?"

"Yeah I suppose so." I replied.

Boomer was looking at the sky, his sandwich forgotten. "Did you ask anyone if it was Bubbles?"

"No. Figured I'd wait and see if the Blue Puff pops up later. If we don't see her anywhere I'll ask somebody tomorrow."

"Maybe she doesn't even go to this school." Butch suggested as he chewed his food.

There was something I hadn't considered. "Wow. You actually have a point there."

Butch told me to go to hell as he stuffed more food in his mouth. Boomer apparently didn't have any appetite and was lying down, looking at the sky. "But didn't Mom and Dad say they all go here?"

I reached into my brown bag and pulled out a bag of peanuts. I was not in the mood for food so I started flicking them into the air. Butch tried to grab the bag. "Hey if you're not gonna eat those then let me have 'em." He complained.

"Fine I'll eat them." I said as I plopped a handful into my mouth. "I'm not sure if the Blue Puff is here. We knew Blossom was here because of all the awards she won. I think Mojo and Him just kind of assumed the other two would be here."

"What about Buttercup?" Butch asked.

"We already saw her."

"No I mean didn't she win any awards? Like for sports?"

"Mojo and Him didn't mention her at all."

We heard the bell ring. I stuffed the rest of the peanuts into my mouth and we started walking back.

Butch let out an annoyed sigh. "Hey you don't think they banned her from playing sports do you? What with being a Demi-God and all."

Now there were two factors that had flown over my head. I must say, very unexpected.

The fifth class of the day brought me to AP Chemistry. Mojo had taught me more about science then probably this whole school combined knew about. Never had much of an interest though. I had gotten there early and retreated to the back. Kids began to come in one by one. My irritation grew bit by bit. Where the hell was Blossom? She had to be in at least one of these classes. Most of my irritation evaporated when I saw the Green Puff enter the classroom. It was immediately replaced with confusion.

The Green Puff was in an AP Chemistry class.

She looked back at me. She raised an eye up, giving me that suspicious look I'd been waiting for. Although it may have been more at my current expression. I realized I had been staring at her like a dumbfounded idiot. I quickly moved my head to the right and rested on my left arm.

I watched and listened to her carefully throughout the class. She was one of the few people answering the teacher's questions. To me this is baby stuff, but even then the Green Puff clearly had an impressive understanding of chemistry.

"Why is she the one here?" I wondered to myself. "It should be Blossom sitting there in an AP Chemistry class. It should be Blossom answering all the questions like a little teacher's pet. Not the green one! Not the one that acts like Butch." The bell rang and I left without looking at her. Why was the universe messing with me like this? This day was supposed to be nice and clear like how I predicted it. The blue one was supposed to be dancing around and singing in the halls. The green one was supposed to be out playing sports. And Blossom was supposed to be in my AP classes shooting death glares at me to cover up her fear. Why has there been nothing all day but unexpected situations?

Pink eyes. It had been seven years since I had seen her pink eyes. And now here they were again, like they had never been gone.

Just when I was starting to doubt this plan, there she was. Having a conversation near the doorway of my sixth class, AP English. And my eyes spied the pink bow. I wasn't expecting to see that. I shifted my eyes back down to her face. I got closer. She was laughing now. Probably telling some stupid joke to whatever preppy kids were listening. I got closer. Almost at the door. My eyes stayed locked onto hers. Just as I reached the door, pink eyes met mine.

I always hated those stupid moments in movies when time somehow magically slows down. It mostly happens when two people notice each other across the room. Such a lame attempt to build drama. I guess I'm going to have to cut those film makers some slack now, because I was having one of those moments.

She had that same intense gaze from when we were kids. A deep look, full of confidence. Her mouth was open slightly, giving away her surprise. Her eyes weren't giving off any surprise. In fact, I was picking up a strange feeling while looking into them. It's the same feeling I had been getting the other day when my brothers and I arrived back in Townsville. Seeing the old skyscrapers, the old park, the old volcano. They brought to me…feelings. Feelings of…nostalgia…comfort…warmth…delight. Now all of those feelings were flowing into me from those pink eyes. Something else was there too. The kind of feeling you get…when you've come back home. To feel that way was so strange. So odd. Peculiar.

Unexpected.

Like in my other classes, the teacher pointed me out as a new student. Like in my other classes, all of the kids turned to look at me. This time Blossom was among them. She looked at me. I looked at her. My eyes were lowered a bit. Not in anger or challenge, more in a way of uncertainty. Her eyes were wide open. It was just like the last time I saw her. "The last time…"

My mind wondered away. Back to that word. That word I hadn't thought of in a long time. Even though I had come back to Townsville, even though I had gone back to the observatory on the volcano, even though Blossom had been on my mind so much lately, this was the first time in a long time I was reminded of that word. My face fell. I must of looked just the way she had seven years ago.

Then she smiled. Gave me a little nod, and turned back to the teacher.

This day has been so strange. There's really only one word I can think of to describe it.