Chapter 5: Destiny (Part 1)
Blossom's POV
I woke up at 7:00 AM in the morning, completely wide awake. I think it was one of those days where destiny wants me to be prepared for whatever adventure may come. I'd like to believe that my crush was involved in it, but it'd still be an adventure, either way. Quickly, I zoom through my morning routine, finishing in a record timing of just under 10 minutes. Seeing that it's only 7:10, I take this as an opportunity to finally take a shower, and get a real breakfast.
After I strip, I step in, only to be greeted by harsh, unforgivingly cold water from Antarctica. Shivering, I quickly hopped out, waiting a few moments for the heater to start up. In just a few minutes, the water's at a reasonable temperature; not too hot, and just a tad bit colder than luke warm. I step in again, immediately relaxing and allowing the water to wash away all my sorrows and worries down the drain.
As I cover myself in soapy suds, I become aware of the tiny discoveries in my ever growing life; my mind drifting off to the past few days' events. So far, my friendships were going pretty good. Most of the time I spent with Bubbles and Buttercup, and the remaining, tiny slots of time I had with Breve.
Personally, I really wonder if Bubbles doesn't have a crush on any one of the boys like she says. But on the other side, it's pretty obvious that Butch likes her, with him gravelling at her feet like she's a queen. They respond to her every whim and will like she's royalty; sometimes, I wish they didn't just base things on looks. I let out a deep sigh, scrubbing the soap off, then encasing myself in my favourite pink robe.
I let my mind wander off for a while, onto random fantasies and adventures we could have at school, but mainly, my thoughts included the Gr.5 girls. I really liked them, yes, but I've always felt so... Different. They'll be getting together to talk about fashion and some other crap I could care less about, and always leave Buttercup and I to be. I think even Buttercup's a bit more of a girly than I am. At least she likes wearing accessories; I just find them bothersome.
Sighing in frustration, I pushed all my thoughts away, instead opting to peer into my vanity and finish applying my lotion. After giving my long hair a few swift brushes, I promptly got up to check the time. It's still good; I have about half an hour left. What am I going to do until then?
Suddenly, So what? By Pink starts blaring from my mom's phone, but considering the condition she was in, she wouldn't be waking up any time soon. As the beat starts to tap into my ears, my fingers absentmindedly tap along with the drums. Soon, I start humming part of it, before breaking into full out singing at the chorus.
So, so what
I'm still a rock star,
I got my rock moves,
And I don't need you,
And guess what,
I'm having more fun,
And now that we're done,
I'm gonna show you tonight,
I'm alright,
I'm just fine,
And you're a tool,
So, so what,
I am a rock star,
I got my rock moves,
And I don't want you tonight.
As the chorus ended, I stopped singing as well. The phone stopped playing its melody, too. I could get used to this. Even being a leader can be stressful at times, especially when I considered our differences. Looking at my mom's phone, it's already 10 minutes past 8:00.
I calmly get up to retrieve a bagel from its prison within a plastic bag. Munching on my bagel, I take some cream cheese and spread it on the other half. Once I finish my simple yet delectable meal, I rinse my hands in the sink and pick up my bag. Locking the door to our house, I turned away and started the short walk to school.
In no time at all, I arrived at the school's blue double doors. They were kind of faded from overuse and maltreatment from some of the people I knew (*Cough* The boys kicking and swinging on them *Ehem*). Ignoring that I push past, feeling the wind whipping away at my hair, and imagining I was one of those models with their hair fanning out dramatically in slow-mo.
Normal POV
Blossom confidently strode into her classroom, feeling good about herself, yet cautious of the apprehension sitting at the base of her neck. Though no one was present, from the cloakroom hooks, she could tell that about 3 were occupied, all by the boys, meaning that she'd have to suffer through their torment. Letting out a pained sigh, she took her bag to the other side of the room, the girls' domain. Hanging her hook in its usual place, she took a book off from one of the various shelves in her class, and brought it over to a desk of her selection.
Indulging herself into the book, her mind soon became overwhelmed by the plot, no longer preoccupied with the real world. So absorbed was she, that she never registered the two presences that entered the room, even when their auras changed the atmosphere drastically; once happy, airy and carefree to one of hate and abhorrence. "Hey shit face, stop being a nerd bitch and get me a seat" Butch hollered from the other end of the room, his brothers' laughter following soon afterwards as he laughed along. Blossom didn't budge an inch, did not even squirm in repulse; her face remaining emotionless and blank, features stoic.
Butch strolled up to her, ripping the book from her grasp, "Hey! Are you listening, deformed slut?" He screamed in her ear. Blossom remained emotionless, still with her hands in place as if the book was still there. Finally, seeing that Butch would not give her book back, Blossom slid off the desk, stood up, and in one smooth movement, stomped on his foot eliciting a howl of pain and a string of curses in response, forcing him to release his hold on the book. Quickly, Blossom dove to save her precious book before her page was lost. However, she was just a second too slow, and it was Brick who caught it.
As he handed it over to her, their eyes made contact for a brief moment, pink on red, before he whipped his head around, and pulled Butch out of the class. Blossom made no movement of pursuit, and uttered no thank you. This was her crush, but on a different level, he wouldn't have wanted her to say a thing anyway. And it was best not to think of his actions of one as his own free will, but more as an instinct. He probably didn't mean it that way to begin with. Besides, no use lingering on useless thoughts.
Brushing off imaginary dust, Blossom retreated to her private sanctuary and continued reading as before, as if the disturbance had not occurred. Soon, other students started filing in, a few sitting beside her, most on other desks. Exchanging a few words of greetings, Blossom closed her book gently, so as not to interrupt the class in their daily conversations, then got up to put her book back on the shelf.
As she was standing to push the book through a small gap, a sudden impact shoved her away roughly, "Move, shorty" Butch grumbled before slamming his book into the shelf. Unaltered, Blossom calmly stood up and put her book in place. Butch scowled, glaring at her in disgust as she paid no heed at all, not wanting him to see through her façade. Truthfully, though his actions were hurtful, she knew that uttering even a single sound would be her ultimate death sentence. She just wished he would mature quicker; even Brick and Boomer didn't take their anger out on others.
At that moment, her two best friends and Breve wandered in, immediately drawing Butch's attention away from her. Before he left, he gave her one last burning glare, yet she stilled remained blank as usual. After he left, she rushed over to meet her friends. It seemed like years since they'd last seen each other, but really, it was just a few days ago. The moment she made her way over, Bubbles started babbling about her week ("We went shopping downtown, then we ate a Korean style lunch, and went skating, then I saw"), with Buttercup following suite ("We won the soccer game by 6-3").
Blossom giggled, "Slow down, girls!". Blossom and Buttercup immediately responded to her command. Satisfied, Blossom walked off to grab her work and find a nice, quiet, secluded area away from anyone else. The cloak room was just the perfect place. However, to her dismay, the boys had already claimed it. But seeing that there was not much of a choice, either here or with publicity, Blossom heaved an imaginary sigh before relenting.
When recess came, Blossom was pretty sure she'd heard some muffled complaints from Butch about her leaving, Boomer making a few jokes here and there, and the remainder of the four actually trying to do their work.
Blossom's POV
I smiled in secrete silence; appreciating the fact that at least someone in here's plausible enough to accept my accompaniment. When the bell rung, Butch left abruptly, obviously wanting to get as far away from me as possible. I shrugged uncaringly; not like I wanted to stay another minute with him anyway. As I made my way outside, I suddenly gasped in horror. No way, you've got to be kidding me, this is so not happening...
Muhaha! I'mma leave you with a cliff hanger! Also, sorry if Blossom's POV at the beginning was really boring. I'm still not that good at POV's. Hopefully the normal POV made up for that. Please R&R! Some suggestions on how I could make this even better would be greatly appreciated! :) Until the next chapter!