So Sick

by BluuuX

Brick and Blossom, the smartest students in the school, are rivals. Brick, the eldest son of the president of Townsville High, wants her to get kicked out of the school. Butch, who fell in love with Buttercup, would do ANYTHING for Buttercup to notice him. But how? Boomer doesn't talk to girls. He thinks they only like him because he's so rich. When he met Bubbles, she changed him.

2. Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I do not own The Powerpuff Girls and its characters.

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Chapter 2

Buttercup's P.O.V
After watching what happened between Blossom and the red guy's talk, me, Bubbles, and most of everyone was left dumbfounded.

"What a weirdo!" Blossom said.

"Hey, is he your boyfriend or something?" I asked.

"What?! Of course no!" Blossom said.

"Maybe your soulmate?" Bubbles smiled. "Yeah, like what Bubbles said, he's probably your soulmate." I smirked. "Soul..mate?" All of the girls except me and Bubbles glared at Blossom. "BRICK-SAMA IS MINE!" The girls shouted then pulled Blossom's hair. "MINE!" "NO, MINE!" "ME AND THIS 'BRICK' AREN'T SOULMATES SO STOP PULLING MY HAIR AND LEAVE ME ALONE! HE'S A JERK ANYWAY!" Blossom screamed. The girls stopped pulling Blossom's hair. "JERK?! Brick isn't a jerk!" A girl said, her hands on her hips. "Yeah!" Another girl said, throwing tomatoes at Blossom. "Hey! Throwing foods is disrespectful!" I joined in. The school bell then rang. "What is your subject, guys?" Bubbles asked. "Let me check." I grab my paper, and checked on it. "Ugh, I have Chemistry. Chemistry is for lame people, I want it to be Lunch already! This is stupid." I complained. "I have Math." Blossom said. "I have Arts, Yay!" Bubbles exclaimed.

"Yeah whatever. Good for you I guess." I yawned.

Bubbles P.O.V
I wonder if I would make any friends…. I hope so! I don't want to be alone… I wish Buttercup and Blossom were here. I then bumped into a door.

"Huh…?" I looked at the sign above. It said 'Arts'

I opened the door, and then everyone looked at me. "Oh! Miss…. Uh…. Utonium! Come in!" A man with brown hair said. "Okay.." I said, coming in. "Everyone this is.. wait, what's your name?" The man said, who I think is the teacher. "Bubbles Utonium." I smiled. "Ah, Bubbles Utonium! Yes, yes. Please take a seat next to Boomer. And also, please call me Mr. Smith." "Mr. Smith, who is Boomer?" I asked. "Boomer, please raise your hand." A guy with blonde hair then raised his hand. I walked over to my seat, then sat down.

"Hello, would you like to be friends?" I asked a girl beside me.

"No. Who would want to be friends with a commoner like you? Plus, you're the orange haired girl's friend—"

"I'm her sister." I corrected her.

"Whatever. Go talk with someone else."The girl beside me glared.

"Okay…" I said, a hint of sadness in my voice.

"H-hi.. would you like to be friends?" I asked the guy named Boomer. He ignored me. "I guess that's a no." I sighed. "Now everyone, in a long bondpaper, draw something that you think is incredible and paint it." The teacher said. I grab a long bondpaper and drew nature, then painted it. "It's done!" I smiled. "Woow.. nice drawing. Can I see it?" The girl beside me said. "Sure." I grinned. She's finally nice to me! She grabbed my paper, put it on the ground, then stomped on it. "H-hey!" "Whoops, sorry. It was an accident." "Carleene, don't you think that's rude? She worked hard for it. What would you do if she does the same to you?" Boomer said, crossing his arms. "Oh, okay then. I'll say sorry to her." Carleene smiled at Boomer, then glared at me. "Sorry, Bubbles." She grabbed the crumpled bondpaper then gave it to me. "T-Thank you." I thanked Boomer. He ignored me once again. Can't he just say 'No Problem' or 'It's nothing'? It's so simple! After Arts, I went to my next class.