Blossom walked out of the class with her books tucked cautiously between her arms and chest. She walked quickly down to her next class, history, dodging the mass amount of students heading the other way.

It's a freaking herd, she thought grumpily as one boy purposely shoved her arm just to try an attempt to touch her chest. It was no secret that Blossom was easily one of the most attractive girls at her school. Every boy thought of Blossom as perfection and every girl envied her. Of course, with a gift came the curse. The rascal bad boys, the greedy girls, and the constant attention. She couldn't even begin to explain how annoying it was to turn around and find half the boys looking at her, and the other half trying not to. Fortunately, she wasn't alone. It was as if being created by chemical x was a boy attractor. Bubbles was easily a fancy in the average greedy boys eyes, and more than a few had tried to trick her into being with them. Thankfully for her, she had two superpowers siblings who highly disliked the male population and rarely let their younger sister beyond their sights. Then, there was Buttercup. There wasn't much to worry about with the green powerpuff besides who adorned first place on her hit list. Although she was eyed hungrily many times, Buttercup did not let any boy beyond her friend group within five feet of her. Now, as Blossom was tussled between the middle of younger students who probably only knew her by her name and looks and the mix of inappropriate boys she wished for one of her sisters to be there. Of course they weren't, for they were on the other end of school just finishing up their own math class. This made Blossom feel tight.

She managed to find s clear spot in the crowd and quickly went for it. Unfortunately another person had the same idea and she collided into a hard figure, crashing to the floor with a gasp. She blinked quickly, searching around and picking up the books that had spilled. A few passers offered a hand, but she turned them away, gathering the final book. Then, she turned, her eyes landing on the object of her distraction. She opened her mouth to apologize, the words stopping and dying on her tongue upon seeing the boy. It was none other than the only other person in the world who even slightly resembled her. Her opposite, her evil, the rowdyruff leader. Brick.

By now, the halls were almost completely empty with the exception of a few late runners who she would now be joining. She grunted in her dismay, drawing the attention of her counterpart who was currently cleaning up his even larger stack of books. His eyes drew to her, hardening upon spotting her face.

"So here be the cause of my lateness. What have I done this time, Utonium?" He sighed, rising to his feet. Blossom rolled her eyes and got to her own feet, giving him a look that could melt bricks. Unfortunately just not the Brick.

"If I recall, I believe you were the one who ran into me, Jojo," she returned. It was typically an insult to the oldest ruff to be called out by the surname of his old creator, but much to Blossom's surprise and dismay he merely smiled.

"I guess I did. Sorry," he said, turning and heading to his class, leaving Blossom gaping. The oldest puff opened her mouth to call him back, but was cut off by a single ring. Her eyes widened with fear and she quickly ran to her class. Her first late, and all thanks to that stupid nauseance.

*

Blossom closed the door to the school, shivering slightly as the thrust of cod air blasted at her. She tightened her coat around her body and started her way home to the professors house.

As she walked, Blossom continued to run through the moves for her spring dance recital. A few moments she would catch herself leaping a step forward and walking on her toes, only to find them cramped in her gym shoes. Just as Blossom was about to do another spin, a part of her brain kicked to life, alerting her of danger. Suddenly she felt very exposed, completely in the open for anyone passing by to take up. She knew she shouldn't have practiced for so long.

Then, the lights flooded the street next to her. Blossom concise red hiding or flying, but that would attract even more attention. Besides, what if it was just someone passing by.

At 11? I don't think so, a voice told her. She quickly shushed it and pulled her book bag higher up on her shoulder. If someone wanted to fight her, then let them try. She'd be ready.

Blossom tensed slightly upon hearing the tires of the car screech to a halt. Silently she cursed and continued to walk, moving slightly faster.

"Hey there beautiful, where you going?" A voice called out, obviously male. Blossom stiffened but continued to walk, making her strides wider.

"Hey! Come back here!" Another voice slurred, definitely drunk. Blossom stopped pretending to not hear them and turned around. It was three men if not late teens, all much taller than her and dressed as if they had just come out from dancing. One of them, the tallest with wheat blond hair and grey eyes, was coming towards her, smiling dazedly. Blossom straightened her back, holding her head high.

"If any of you are proposing the idea of me coming with you, I believe you have another thing coming for you. I suggest you get back in the car and go back to whatever scum club you came from," Blossom said, watching them. For a moment they stared at her silently before the second burst out laughing.

"I certainly love a lady who asserts herself," the third said, much less drunk than the rest but no less disgusting. Blossom sighed and dropped her bag on the ground, folding her arms.

"You want this lady, come get her," she taunted, narrowing her eyes defiantly. The men smiled and ran forward sloppily. Blossom rolled her eyes and went in a fighting position.

The first reached her, only to receive a superpowered punch to the face. The second grabbed her hand, but she twisted and kicked him in the gut. The third, tackled her, rolling to the floor on top of her, pinning her arms. Blossom growled and rolled up, lodging her foot into his gut and thrusting him into the air. She got back to her feet just as the first guy attacked her again.

"Man, I hate drunk guys," she said aloud, dodging his attack and pushing him into the concrete. The second man wrapped his arms around her, locking her arms in place. She growled and struggled against him, stepping on his foot sharply and jamming her head into his face. He staggered backwards, holding his chin. His comrades both joined him, more owing in at Blossom. She growled and went to swing when she found they weren't there. She blinked quickly, looking around.

"Looking for something?" A voice taunted, making Blossom turn around in surprise. She stopped, staring at the all famous Brick Jojo. He had on his supervilain attire, his long black pants, red stripped jacket, black and red baseball cap on his head. Blossom huffed in dismay, frowning at him.

"I had those guys," she said, trying to sound offended. Brick merely shrugged, offering a small smirk. She frowned in confusion, only to feel her back hit the wall of the building. Suddenly Brick's fave was directly before hers, merely centimeters apart. His cinnamon smell was practically intoxicating around her, and she hated it.

"Hey, Blossom," he whispered, his nose just touching hers. Heat of immense measures flooded her cheeks as she gulped, feeling utterly useless against him. This made Brick chuckle, backing up ever so slightly to run his hand down her cheek. She tried to prevent the shivers forming up her back, but they climbed higher and higher, tickling her neck. "You know, a lot of boys would die for a position like this. Does this mean I'm the lucky one?" He smirked. Suddenly, what was happening dawned upon Blossom and she weakly tried to push him away. Brick followed the light push, moving to let Blossom free.

Blossom stared at him for a moment before realizing her hands were still on his chest. Quickly she pulled them away and saw that he was smirking cockily at her. Suddenly mad, Blossom leaned forward and kissed him square on the lips. Brick stiffened in shock as Blossom pulled away, mimicking the smirk he held just moments before.

"Nah, I don't think so," she joked, turning and picking up her fallen pack. She glances at Brick who seemed to just be dawning the idea she kissed him. "See you around Brick." she said, smiling and walking off back towards home, the burning cinnamon taste of his lips still lingering and the sweet linger of cherries on his.

Yay, número dos! Yeah, as I mentioned I love Blossick. I don't know why, I just love how smart and assertive they are with each other. Anyway, if you have other ppg suggestions go ahead. I'll do anyone in the series. Doesn't have to be puff or ruff. Bye~