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Blossom remembered when those red eyes landed on her that very first day of eight grade. The boys had been put under the care of Ms.Bellum so they weren’t criminals anymore, but they were still super annoying.
Thirteen year old Blossom, scoffed at his entrance, typical Brick. Late on the first day of school. Ms.Bellum was a saint not a miracle worker, even she couldn’t get them fully into shape.
But what really boggled her mind was that he was here? In her advanced class. He was Brick! He didn’t have her brain, he wasn’t as smart as her. Sure he was a leader and leaders like her was smart but.. it was Brick.
“What are you doing here?” she whispered, as he was sat next to her.
“What are you doing here?” he retaliated, as annoying as possible.
“I meant in this class,” she frowned. Only for red eyes to gain that mischievous look into them.
“To learn.”
“Did you cheat? How are you in my class. It’s only for gifted people.” That’s what she was told anyways, apparently there was some fluke. Because how could a rowdyruff be in the same class as her!
“Then I guess I’m gifted.”
Impossible!
Brick rolled his eyes, his ninth grade teacher was going on and on about something he didn’t care about.
His eyes shifted to the familiar redhead in-front of him. She was sat right in front of him and every day his view blocked by the back of her head. Her stupid hair and that stupid red bow. Her hair has always bothered him, it was light and straight and easy to manage. His was different, darker, tangled, just extremely difficult all around. He was tempted to cut hers.
He had before, she didn’t speak to him for months. It made things boring, so he made sure not to do it again. But the urge to make her that angry again was certainly hard to get over.
“And I will now be passing out our grades from our last test,”
Finally, what he was waiting on. After about 2 minutes his paper was finally passed to him and he smirked at the bright red 95%. It was a hard test, and he only missed one. He spent all night studying and it paid off.
Not long before straight red (orange, in his opinion) turned and pink eyes were looking at him.
“What did you make?”
“No, what did you make?” he countered only for her to roll her eyes but smirked at him.
“100.”
“Cheater.”
“I would never!” she scoffed, “what did you make?”
“None of your business.”
Blossom couldn’t believe she was doing this.. but it was her grade at stake here! She hated big projects. They took up a lot of grades and they were usually group projects.
She hated how no one else in her class was willing to actually assist in these assignments either. They would just give her all the work because she was smart and a powerpuff girl and some sad excuse on how they’re too busy. If it wasn’t for the fact that she was extremely busy and had a lot on her plate she wouldn’t have mind. But unfortunately she did have a lot on her plate, which meant she needed to actually partner up with someone she knew was capable of doing the work.
And aside from another redhead with extremely curly red head, who was probably too busy throwing a yacht party and finding someway to wreak havoc on Blossoms life.
Brick was her final hope.
“So you admit I’m smart?”
Blossom rolled her eyes.
“Are you for real? That isn’t important at all, do you want to be my partner or not.”
“Just admit pinky, you need me and my amazing brain to save your perfect little 100 in this class don’t you”
As childish as it was, she was too stubborn to admit anything and just walked away.
Today was unnecessarily hot and it was making Brick super annoyed.
Having a superpower with any form of element was annoying. He remembers all the thunderstorms when Boomer was sick. His downfalls were summer. It truly did come in handy during winter. But on hot days like this he just wanted to soak in a pool for hours.
“Here,” a familiar voice spoke up, the boy whose head was down finally looked up to see a treat in front of him.
“What is this?” he demanded
“A popsicle? Are you not familiar with them?”
“I know what it is, why are you giving it to me.”
Blossom expression faltered and if it wasn’t for the fact that it was him no one probably would’ve noticed.
“It’s hot.”
“Why are you being nice to me?” Brick asked genuinely confused but the look of disgust was there.
“I’m not being nice to you!” she scowled, “You’re making the whole classroom hot with your pouting.”
“I’m not pouting.”
“Are you going to take the popsicle or what?”
He did.
Being a Powerpuff girl had a lot of perks, but just as many perks it had the same
amount of downfalls.
Being any child in the public eye since young was hard, you always had to maintain a certain type of image or the backlash would be cruel. Buttercup had grown used to it considering she was always the rebellious type, so it didn’t phase her as much anymore. Bubbles was the cute blonde who did no wrong in the eyes of the public so she truly got away with everything with a slap on the wrist.
Blossom however, tried her hardest to always remain on top considering any type of backlash was hard for her.
Which brings her here reading a news column on herself.
‘Everything nice? More like not nice!’
For one, that was such a bad headline. If anything they blew the situation way out of proportion.
The guy who she was ‘not nice’ too had been making a multitude of inappropriate remarks on her and her sister for months. Their uniforms weren’t even exposing or anything like that, they were just skintight which still gave him no reason to speak on their bodies. But of course, a pig is going to oink with or without reason to.
She had asked politely for him to stop cause she was worried about a criminal at the time, and he kept going even though she’d mentioned she has no intention of dating someone who’d speak on women the way he did. The jerk even had the audacity to ask for her number.
A lot was going on and she had snapped on him, resulting in a criminal escaping, and a baby crying due to her yelling at him.
Yes yelling at a civilian wasn’t necessarily right but he wasn’t all that nice to her either so does that make her wrong?
Her thoughts on the matter was interrupted by someone slipping the phone out of her hand.
“For one, it was way too easy to do that. Aren’t you supposed to be more aware of your surroundings or something.”
“Brick, give it back.”
“No. If you were paying attention I would’ve never even gotten a chance to take it.”
“This is considered stealing you know.”
“Is it?”
The girl rolled her eyes, getting up from her seat in the chair of the school library she was in. It was routine to stop by for homework after school, though today no homework was completed due to her being distracted.
“Brick.”
“Pinky.”
In a failed attempt to snatch it back the boy moved back just as fast.
“Give me my phone, right now.”
“No. You’ve been staring at that thing all day being so mopey. It’s annoying.”
“Mind your business.”
Brick scoffed at her, before looking straight at her.
“Look, it’s just some bad article. I say rude things to you all the time, shake it off.”
“I don’t take criticism seriously from a criminal.”
“Right,” Brick smirking at her, “But you take it from some losers who have called you and your sisters because their remotes were too far.”
“Can I have my phone back.”
The boy who was (barely) taller than her sighed before holding it out to her.
“Yeah,” and as just as soon as she reached to grab it he took it back, “if you catch me.”
Suddenly the boy was gone in a steak of red.
She was going to kill him one day.