Present day

"Hey Bubbles? Can you tell Blossom to hurry up? I don't want to be here," I said, looking around. If I could use one word to describe this place it would be pink. The clothes, the wall, every accessory was pink. Blossom loves this store because it has her favorite color, Bubbles comes to help Blossom pick cute clothes and me? Well they drag me here. Only once have I ever found something I liked well; two something's actually. The first was a dark denim jacket with shiny jewels that formed three tiger lilies, one blue, one pink, and the other green. The next item was a pair of black gloves that cut off at the fingers with a bow made of rhinestones around the wrist.

"Blossom says she'll be out soon." Bubbles informed me.

"You know, tell her I'll be waiting outside instead," I called over my shoulder. I let out a sigh as soon as I got out, thrilled to finally be out of that dreadful place, when I heard someone calling my name. Oh for heaven's sake! Please! Anyone but him!

"Hi Jacob, how are you?" I greeted, putting on a fake smile.

"Great, how about you?" he asked.

"Fine, what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to ask you something." He answered.

"How did you know I'd be here?" You creep I mentally added.

"Don't you work at the mall?" he questioned. Is he a stalker?

"How did you know that?" I questioned.

"Well I um… I saw you once! Yeah! So um…can I ask you something?"

You just did! I mentally shouted. Although on the inside I was shouting and wanted nothing more than to get away from him, on the outside I still had that fake smile and calmly answered "Sure."

"Would you like to go to the movies this Saturday? There's a new movie out and -"

"Sorry I'm busy that day," I lied.

"Well then what about -"

"I'm busy all week," I said and just then the girls came out. "In fact I have to go now. Bye." As quickly as I could I looped my arms with both of my sisters and lead them away.

"There are better ways of rejecting someone you know," Blossom said as soon as we were out of earshot. I rolled my eyes and walked a little ahead of the group. Jacob's bothered me since the first day of summer and my patience is running thin; it doesn't help that we go to the same school. A while after Butch left I found myself taking his advice and becoming a nicer, friendlier well-mannered girl. I'm not my true self around others since they're used to this new image. Many people still remember my younger days, but now it seems mainly a myth as we entered high school. Suddenly someone bumped into me, taking me out of my train of thought.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I mumbled. I looked up only to meet two beautiful and vivid forest green eyes.

"That's cool, just try to stay in the real world okay," he said as he walked away.

"Jerk." The second we got home I passed out on my bed wondering where exactly I had seen such eyes.

"Buttercup! Are you ready yet? We have to leave!" Blossom called. Suddenly I jerked up from bed and grabbed the clock looking at it's angry red numbers. Crap! I'm late! "Buttercup what's taking… you're not even ready?!" Blossom shrieked.

"Hey! What did I say about knocking?"

"Get dressed we have to go!"

"Just go without me I'll meet you guys at school," I said, heading towards the bathroom.

"Fine but you better not be late. Today's the first day," Blossom reminded me.

"Don't worry, just go." I finished my daily routine and picked out an outfit in only fifteen minutes; a long green plaid shirt with a black belt, a dark blue denim jacket, black leggings, and black flats. I didn't feel like curling my shoulder length black hair and just left for my car, only to have it refuse to start which meant I was stuck walking to school. Good thing I didn't promise Blossom I'd be on time since school starts in five minutes.

"You're running late too I see, need a ride?" A man's voice came from the black car that came to a stop beside me. His voice sounded sweet and syrupy like honey, it was both alluring and disgusting. "Oh, you're that dream girl from yesterday." He realized.

"And you are?" I prompted, trying not to lose my temper.

"Offering you a ride," He said.

"No thanks."

"But it'll help both of us! I just moved back and I don't' know where the high school is." he explained. He looked at me with dazzling puppy dog eyes, and I have to admit; it was a bit cute. I sighed and walked over to the driver's seat.

"Fine, but only if I drive," I said. He gets out of the car with a smirk on his face and steps aside to let me through but before I could get in, he slams the door shut. "Hey what're you -"

"What makes you think you get to drive?" He interrupted.

"I'm the one who knows how to get here," I answered.

"I'm not letting a girl drive me to school in my car."

"And I won't let some strange boy I just met drive me to school either."

"I've met you before," He stated.

"Yesterday doesn't count, you just bumped into me." I argued.

"Course it does, we talked a bit too."

"You did the talking."

"Well we're talking now."

"True, but we're straying from the subject. Are you going to let me drive or what?" I asked. Suddenly the boy smiled and had a playful look in his eyes. They seemed to be locked on mine as if trying to look into my soul. I felt a chill go down my spine.

"I'll let you drive if you give me a kiss, deal?" he whispered, as he leaned closer to me.

"Denied. There's no way I'm kissing a stranger," I said, my voice shaky. His smirk deepened as he leaned closer, so now we are only inches apart. I had to use all my strength to keep myself looking calm.

"Why? You scared?" he teased. I rolled my eyes and pushed him away.

"No, I just don't kiss idiots," I said as I began to walk away, but something grabbed my hand.

"Well this idiot was offering to do something nice for you. The least you can do is say thank you," he said.

"I already said thanks! You're just being stubborn and won't take a hint! But I guess I can thank you for one thing; thank you for the huge waste of time," I said sarcastically.

"Well someone has a temper; it reminds me of someone," He sounded distant as he spoke. I ignored him and continued to walk to school, when he drove by he looked like he was deep in thought.

What a weirdo.

Blossom's P.O.V.

I hope buttercup got to school on time. I thought to myself as the bell rang. The teacher hadn't arrived just yet and people were still coming in. As if starting class late wasn't irritating enough; some idiot behind me decided it would be nice to drag the chair across the floor with a loud obnoxious screech. When the teacher finally came walking in she had on a smile that look too stressed to be genuine.

"Good morning class, my name is Mrs. Izaki. Welcome to AP English! I'm looking forward to getting to know you all." The teacher began. I was listening to Mrs. Izaki as she began to explain her rules and expectations, when a paper ball hit the back of my head. I turned to see a boy with fiery red hair and crimson colored eyes. I'll admit he was good-looking; but I knew better than to get involved with him.

"Hey Pinky, been a while hasn't it?" He asked, giving his trademark smirk. I just rolled my eyes and refocused on the teacher. "Pinky, I'm hurt. You can't even say hi to after all these years?"

"It's only been four," I mumbled subconsciously.

"And she speaks!" He silently exclaimed. I rest my head in my hand and try my best to ignore him, only he's making it extremely difficult. After three failed attempts of gaining my attention with two paper air planes and another ball, he began to repeatedly call me Pinky, Bloss, or Blossy. He reduced to poking and pulling at my hair. After putting up with fifteen minutes of his crap, I slapped his hand away from me with a loud smack.

"What do you want?" I hissed, irritated.

"Hi," He smiled.

"Is that all you wanted to say?!"

"Pretty much."

"Honestly Brick, I would have thought after all that work you would have at least had something good to say," I sighed.

"It was a good thing to say," He stated.

"How?"

"It got a reaction out of you didn't it?" he asked. I blushed and returned to facing the front, only to have the same process repeated again. This is going to be a long year.

Bubbles was being her usual self, cute, lovable and just being admired by almost every boy in school as she walked down the hall. She never noticed them before, but today was somehow different. Today there was a new yet familiar face in school; a boy with sunshine blonde hair, deep dark blue eyes and with a to-die-for-smile. Whenever she was in class she would catch him glancing at her, and for some reason she felt uncomfortable under his gaze. She felt self conscious. (A/N: I know it's kind of narrative right now but I had no idea how I was supposed to have her know she was admired when she's not supposed to know so...yeah enjoy!)

Honestly I don't know what to do. This guy keeps looking at me and every time I catch him I feel my face grow bright red. Why is he looking at me anyway? Do I have something in my teeth? Does my hair look funny? Did I grow a zit over night?! This thought made me decide to go to my locker to check and put away some books when 4th period got out. When the time came I hurriedly walked to my locker but was surprised to hear another pair of footsteps that accompanied mine. I peeked over my shoulder to see the blonde boy walking closely behind, looking down at a piece of paper. Why do I have to run into him now? I asked myself. When I got to my locker I found nothing wrong, except that he had his locker a few feet away from mine. I don't get it! Why does he keep looking at me? Nothings wrong! I kept glancing at him from behind my open locker, trying to figure out what was going on when he glanced up and saw me.

"What?" he asked.

"Huh?"

"Why're you looking at me?"

"I should be asking you that!"

"I asked you first."

"I was looking because you started it!"

"Who said I was looking at you? How do you know I wasn't looking at the clock that happened to be above your head?" I froze at that. Of course! There are obviously other explanations to why he was... wait no there wasn't! He was looking right at me! I know it!

"I saw you! You were looking right at me and I want to know why!" I said while stomping my foot.

"Everyone looks at you," he said calmly. They do?

"That doesn't answer the question."

"Yes it does."

"It doesn't because I asked why you stared, not anyone else." His eyes seemed to examine my face but avoided my eyes for the longest time. Again I felt uncomfortable under his gaze but this was some how different; when he met my gaze, I felt as if I could get lost in his deep blue eyes. They seemed to be smothering me with so many emotions that I couldn't read them at all. But it was clear to me that he was debating with himself on whether he should tell me or not.

"I find you captivating." He whispered, his voice was so soft I had almost missed it. Before I could respond he turned and walked away, leaving me dazed and alone with my thoughts. I wonder how Blossom and Buttercup are doing.

Sorry guys if it's not good! I tried but I've been having this feeling of anxiety the last week or so. For me, writing with a open mind while feeling worried isn't such a good idea... Anyway please Review! Sorry again!