Buttercup walks back to her music class and hands the papers to her teacher before sitting back into her seat, directly beside Blossom, who is laughing.
"What's so funny?" Buttercup asks, one eye brow going higher than the other in a questioning motion.
Blossom continues to laugh, while pointing at something on the other side of the band room.
Buttercup turns and stifles a laugh when she sees Dexter Baxter, the class nerd, tangles up in a huge tuba.
Dexter has been in our class since 2nd grade when his parents moved him here from somewhere in Paris. He's been the class nerd ever since, and he's had a giant crush on Blossom ever since he saw her for the first time.
Both girls are unaware that instead of focusing on the humiliating laughter directed at him, he is focusing on Blossom.
Blossom, the girl he couldn't get. He had never been with any girl actually, but Blossom is the girl he has always wanted. When they were in second grade gym class everyone was throwing the big dodge balls at him, causing blisters to welt his skin. But the gym teacher was too busy flirting with the principal to see the scene. Blossom had taken pity on him and stood in front of him, taking a few hits and helping him up from his place curled up in a ball on the floor of the gymnasium.
Blossom, who is still laughing, had never thought much of Dexter. She figured he wasn't terrible, she even sat with him sometimes, but she never really considered him as anything more than a distant friend.
Buttercup knows how blossom feels about Dexter, and how Dexter feels about Blossom. So of course she finds the whole situation kinda funny. Luckily there's no guy who's like this with me! she thinks, smiling. that would be awkward and weird.