Chapter 2:
Blossom straightened out her red, knee length, Aline skirt, contrasting the bold red was her plaid white button up shirt. She ran a hand over her head, to smoothen her hair which had been tied in a pony tail.
She looked at her reflection, smiling slightly, she looked professional enough for school and confident enough to show her lack of intimidating nature to the boys.
Her face curled up into a scowl, the boys were going to be brought in today. 'Under temporary care of the power puff girls' her frown deepened at the memory of the court session came flying to her mind.
Blossom shifted her eyes to look at her sister who had just come out of the bathroom stall.
She watched intently as Bubbles pulled out a lipstick from her bag and began to apply it, not paying any attention to her sister.
Blossom turned to look at her own reflection, she had never thought of wearing any makeup to school, let alone fix it after every lesson. She shook her head at her naive sister, who had begun to notice the disapproval pasted on her sisters face.
'Bubbles if you keep on wasting time on these unnecessary things, how will you keep up with boomer?'
Something in bubbles eyes shifted.
'Keep up with boomer...' She thought over it. Of course blossom believed that she could not compete with a rowdy ruff boy, she continued to look at her reflection. She felt like screaming at her sister. She didn't know how much it hurt to be told you're weak, bubbles should show her what it feels like.
'It's just lipstick blossom.' Bubbles mumbled, trying to keep all her anger buried like always.
'You know what I'm trying to say bubbles. It's not just about the lipstick.' Blossom continued, her disapproving eyes taking in bubbles' white capris and a button up denim shirt.
'Try being a bit formal for occasions such as this.'
Blossom said, closing her eyes and sighing.
Bubbles hated it when blossom closed her eyes like that, it made her feel as if she had let her down in an obscure way.
'Forget it. Let's go or we'll be late.'
An unusual glaze covered her eyes whenever an array or emotions play inside her, her face would become parched and stoic but with a mild smile playing across her lips.
She followed her sister muting whatever it was that blossom was instructing her with, keeping her eyes to the marbled floor. All she concentrated her mind on was the
Click, click, click, of blossoms sandals and a usual thump of her pumps.
Blossom had stopped walking suddenly and so had bubbles, she still kept her eyes in the floor though, she usually did this when she didn't want to talk to anyone or attract any attention to herself.
Blossom had been talking to buttercup, they were on their way to meet the rowdy ruff boys.
'This is such a pain in the ass.' Bubbles heard Buttercup moan, looking up to face her sister.
Buttercup turned to look at bubbles, as if just noticing her presence, she gave bubbles a mischievous smirk.
'Bubbles don't worry. Call me if he's too much trouble okay?' Buttercup laughed, obviously mistaking the masked anger for nervousness.
Bubbles nodded, she always preferred to stay alone or hidden in the mirage of the cheer club, it made people think that she was completely alright. Why else would she join the cheerleaders?
'And buttercup would it be too much to ask you to wear something a little more appropriate?' Blossom continued pointing down her sisters simple black t shirt and skinnies.
Bubbles frowned visibly, muting the arguments going on outside of her head.
The were arguing again, they could never stop.
It was becoming harder and harder to mute these voices, their arguments would some how drag her in between them, she chose to avoid rifts, even if it meant avoiding her sisters.
'Girls, good morning.'
Mr hopper quivered, he looked like a fragile old man. He wore his signature dust brown suit.
'The boys are seated in that room' he said point towards a room in his office, as if accusing it of some crime.
It was only then that blossom notices how across everyone was of the boys, not just them.
She shook her head, no she was wrong, not everyone was afraid, only the teachers, her fellow classmates seemed unfazed by all of this. If anything they did not seem to pay much attention to the arrival of the boys.
It seemed a little too ignorant of them.
She reminded herself to ask miss keane about this later on.
She made her way towards the room, her face stoic and her heart racing.
Blossom stood at the door knob, wondering wether or not to open the door. A million thoughts crossing her head.
'Uh Bloss, we gotta do this today.' Blossom turned to glare at her sister and opened the door to the room.
'Oh hello girls.'
Miss keanes usual voice entered her ears as she scanned the room for the boys.
'Right here babe.' She snapped her head at the three boys sitting beside the principal, glaring at all three of them.
'Learn to talk to your school president in a more respectful manner.' She drew her glare, turning to look at the principal.
'Ah yes boys blossom is the student body president so if you have any queries. Please don't be shy in asking her anything.' She began, finding it as a base to build a conversation on.
'Headwear inside in frowned upon.' She scowled at the red head, who was rolling his shirt sleeves up to his elbows.
Blossom noticed how he has stuck to his red signature color unlike his brothers; butch was clad in all black while boomer wore a plain white t shirt and jeans.
'The same could be said about you and your bow Miss president.' He retorted, keeping his eyes and attention focused on his task.
'Now, due to the government policy the girls have to accompany the boys, keeping this in mind your schedules have been made so each at least one of you girls will be in the same classroom as the boys.'
She concluded, her nasal voice louder than the normal conversation tone.
'The bell will ring in about ten minutes. I suggest you all leave now.' She sat back down, clearly not in the best of moods, no doubt it was because of the bickering between Brick and Blossom.
The girls moved out followed by the boys, all standing in awkward silence.
'I don't remember taking art.' Boomer mumbled, frowning down at his planner for the day and taking two paces away from the group of six people.
'I'm guessing you're with me for the first lesson then.' Bubbles stated plainly and started walking away from the group. She heard soft footsteps behind her, assuring her of the presence of the boy.
He was suddenly walking besides her, giving her an odd look.
'I don't need you on my tail the entire time, hear me puff?' He huffed, running a hand through his already unruly hair.
That's the first time bubbles turned to look at him properly. He was so different from the simple minded, reckless child who used to rob stores for candy bars.
The mischief in his eyes was gone and so was any other emotion which would surface on a teens face at occasions like these.
'You better stay on your leash then.' She snapped, finding hidden confidence. The frustration she couldn't vent out on her sisters, she could went out on a complete stranger.
The boys head snapped towards her, a deep scowl glazing his lips, his mouth opened to retort but they were already outside their classroom.
'Well if you're done gawking, can we get to class?' The eldest brother rolled his eyes, looking away from the girls in front of him.
'Watch your-' buttercup let out, deciding to put the red head in his place but was cut off by her sister.
'I have advanced mathematics, which ever one of you is sharing classes with me can follow.' She too walked away from the rest. She felt someone stir almost immediately, following her.
She kept her attention fixated onto the hallway, judging the balance in energy, deciding whichever one of the two boys it was, was not planning to let his power fluctuate letting her know that there was temporary peace in between the two.
The boy leveled his steps with her, taking occasional steps ahead.
She sighed, Brick maybe a grown up but his superiority complex had now toned down.
Blossom, of course, would keep up with him her steps matching his, she would now let him show her up.
'I have a free lesson, lucky me.' Buttercup figured the smirk on Butch's face.
'Lucky? You call being tailed by someone lucky?' She rolled her eyes, walking out of the hallway and into the grounds.
The boy was suddenly in front of her, his hand on her shoulder while the other hand pulled her waist close to his.
'Lucky me because that ass in on fire.'
He grinned widely, earning a slap from buttercup.
She felt her face heat up instantly, anger bubbling through her veins.
'You perverted asshole.' She threw an easily blocked punch at him, earning a chuckle.
'Kitty with claws, damn.' He laughed louder.
'BUTTERCUP AND NEW BOY, DETENTION.'
The screeching voice of mrs Crowell balled her ears, and thankfully Butch's ears as well.
She felt an easy smirk fall upon her face just before the realization hit her.
'FUCKING WHAT? I HAD A DATE.' She screamed unintentionally, leaving the not in front of her in tears.
She crossed her arms over her chest, waiting impatiently for the boy to gain his composure after he was done laughing.
'You freak. You're causing me too much.' She said, walking away from the teary eyed boy who stumbled after her, following her into the lunch room.