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Chapter 3:
"- And clean up the mess you made before you leave, you stupid, useless human!" Blossom yelled and followed the Professor to his lab. Human was what I was upgraded to.
Yep, she comes after I get beat up. I rolled my eyes. Ouch! Shit, that hurts! I winced as water splashed against my butchered arm. The pain slowly started to diminish because of the Chemical X. Slowly.
I was in the kitchen, crouched down on the floor where I was moments ago, wiping my blood off the floor with wet sponge. I carefully erased any evidence of blood and mentally prepared myself to clean the counters of spices and such.
I was in the process of cleaning Blossom's mess when a scared, "Buttercup?" made me look up. I saw Bubbles standing near the entrance to the kitchen with a horrified expression. I turned my arm in a way so she couldn't see it.
"Buttercup, what happened to you?" Bubbles came closer and I flinched from her raised hand.
"Geez, am I that freaking ugly and terrifying that you can't even recognize me?" I joked around, grinning at her... Trying for her to forget the flinch.
"BC, you have a black eye and blood is trailing from your mouth to your shirt!" Bubbles exclaimed, eyes wide. I wipe my mouth with the back of my right hand and winced in pain.
"Yeah," I chuckled, but even to me, it sounded fake. "The Prof. and I got into a bit of a match."
"Buttercup! Lift up your shirt!" Bubbles ordered me in a hard voice. Reluctantly, making sure my butchered arm was hidden, I lift my shirt up a bit. Her expression went from horrifying to shocked, to pure anger.
"This is because of Blossom. Right?" Bubbles hissed.
"What? No-" she cut me off.
"It's Blossom's fault. Isn't it?"
"No, no! What makes you think that?" I chuckled and pulled my shirt down.
"Because she's a- a... Jerk!" Bubbles refused to curse because of the harshness the Professor possessed when he was mad. She disapproved me cursing but didn't say anything when I did. But I did try to tone down my language around her.
"Naa, you got that wrong; she's more of a bitch." I grinned at her and with a glance at her face, softened my expression.
"C'mon Bubbles, I'm fine."
"Okay, if you say so," Bubbles reluctantly stated. "But I'm still helping you with cleaning this mess!"
"Hell yes you are." I smirked at her, my coolness oozing at the tone of my voice. But inside, I was eternally grateful at her help.
"Wake up Buttercup!" Bubbles shook me awake. When I didn't respond, she grabbed my arm to and shook it.
She grabbed my butchered arm. The one the Professor messed up. Pain shot up to my shoulder and I quickly sat up, gripping my arm close to my chest. I accidently whimpered out loud.
"Crap! What's wrong BC?" Bubbles frantically looked at me, trying to make sure I was okay. I shook my head in the universal sign for nothing.
"I'm," I grimaced. "Fine, it just hurts."
"Oh, I'm sooo sorry Buttercup! Please forgive me?" Bubbles tried to apologize. "Oh God, I've messed up again. Sorry, sorry, sorry!"
Damnit. She was having a panic attack.
"Bubbles," I soothingly said. "Bubbles, it's okay." I gently pulled her in for a hug and held her crying figure.
"It's okay. I'm fine, I'm not gonna hurt you." Eventually she calmed down, but the shudders didn't stop.
"You alright?" She nodded and I smiled at her. She was wearing her cheerleading uniform and had her facade put into place. "Let me get ready then we can go to school."
I went to the bathroom, did my business, and took a cold shower. Dressing in a pair of black skinny jeans and a lime green off the shoulder long sleeve top that Bubbles bought for me, I quickly dried and brushed my hair.
"I'm done!" I yelled opening the bathroom door. I walked into my room, expecting to see Bubbles waiting for me. She was nowhere to be seen.
"AND STAY OUT! WE DON'T WANT TO SHOW US YOUR NASTY ASS FACE!" I heard Blossom yell from downstairs.
"Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit!" I muttered, grabbed my backpack, and flew to the sound of the voice. I got there to witness Blossom kick Bubbles out of the house.
"Bitch." I said as I passed Blossom and slammed the front door.
"Bubbles, you okay?" I shouted and flew to her. She was dusting herself off and weakly smiled at me.
"Yeah."
"Why did she get so mad at you? Usually it's me!" I exclaimed.
"She said I dressed like a slut, so I called her a bitch," Bubbles simply stated and my heart was filled with pride as I realized my baby sister was fighting back.
"Serves her right. C'mon, let's go to school." I said and we began walking in the direction of the high school.
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