High School Rivalry - Blossom X Butch Fanfiction

Chapter 1

Butch leans against the lockers with a smug grin, arms crossed over his chest, watching Blossom as she walks by. He kicks his boot against the floor to grab her attention and chuckles when she glances over.

"Oh, look who it is—Little Miss Perfect, always runnin' things, huh?" He mocks her, tilting his head in a cocky way. "Bet you're off to some nerdy AP class or somethin', huh, Prez? You know, Blossom, all that smarty-pants stuff doesn't really impress anyone outside of your lil' circle."

Butch gives her a lazy smirk, eyes glinting with mischief. "How's it feel carryin' the weight of the whole school on your shoulders, huh? Must be tiring, right?"

Blossoms rolls her eyes at him. "Unlike you, at least I'm being a productive member of society. Plus I'm on track to getting into Harvard unlike someone I know." She snickered.

"You're on track to being a high school drop out. Speak of which, why do you even show up to school if you're just going to keep failing your VERY easy classes?"

Butch narrows his eyes, that smug grin faltering for just a second before he recovers. He pushes off the lockers and steps closer, towering slightly over Blossom with an exaggerated swagger.

"Oh, big talk from the "perfect" girl. Harvard, huh?" He snorts, trying to sound unimpressed, but there's a hint of jealousy in his tone. "You think a fancy school's gonna make life any easier? Good for you, Blossom. Bet you'll be a big shot, while I'm just... what, some dropout? Please."

Butch leans in a little, lowering his voice with a smirk. "I show up 'cause it's fun watchin' you stress over every little thing. Besides, maybe I like the challenge. Keepin' you on your toes."

He backs off with a chuckle, crossing his arms again. "Don't get too comfortable up there, though. Not everything goes your way, even with all your little plans."

Blossom scoffs. "I happen to like being busy with all that I do." She slams her locker door and walks past him. Blossom mockingly waves at him and says, "See you later... Drop out."

Butch watches her slam the locker door and walk past, narrowing his eyes with a mix of frustration and amusement. He clenches his fists for a second, then forces a grin, refusing to let her words get to him.

"Oh, you'll see me later, alright, Prez." He calls after her with a smirk, though there's a hint of something more serious underneath the bravado. "Don't get too caught up in your perfect little world. Things have a funny way of fallin' apart."

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Blossom strides over to her AP English class. She hands in her paper and the teacher skims the paper. "I can tell this is going to be another A for you!" Bubbles then comes into class handing in her paper and the teacher greats her. 

Blossom takes her seat with a satisfied smile, feeling a sense of accomplishment wash over her as she glances down at her neatly organized notes. She adjusts her posture, proud but modest as usual. When Bubbles walks in, Blossom can't help but smile at her sister.

Bubbles plops down next to her, beaming with her usual cheerful energy. "Hey, Blossom! Can you believe that I think I nailed that paper. But you always set the bar so high!" She giggles, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Bubbles did fairly well in AP classes often getting As and Bs in these class. 

Blossom chuckles lightly, nudging Bubbles playfully. "I bet you did just fine, Bubbles."

The two share a brief, comfortable silence as they settle in for class, Blossom organizing her notes while Bubbles fidgets with her pen. Blossom can't help but think about how different things are when she's around her sisters—lighthearted, safe, away from people like Butch who constantly test her patience.

The teacher begins today's lecture and asking if anyone ran into any issues with the essay.

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The final bell rings and Blossom walks out of her AP English class with her head held high, feeling confident after another successful day of hard work. She weaves through the crowded hallways, her mind already planning out the rest of the day—student council meeting, homework, and maybe some extra reading. As she approaches her locker, she lets out a small sigh of relief, enjoying a brief moment of calm.

She opens her locker and begins swapping out her books, mentally checking off everything on her to-do list. But just as she's about to close it, she gets that familiar feeling—like someone's watching her. She glances over her shoulder cautiously, half-expecting a certain bad boy to be lurking nearby.

Her heart quickens slightly, but she brushes it off, focusing instead on getting to the Student Counsel Meeting.

Blossom steps confidently into the student council room, ready to finish organizing the upcoming school dance—only to be met with a sudden crash as a bucket of water and soap comes pouring down on her head. She gasps, drenched, her hair and clothes dripping. For a moment, she stands frozen in shock, water dripping down her face. Then she hears the unmistakable sound of Butch's laughter echoing off the walls.

Butch is leaning against the doorframe, doubled over with laughter, completely amused by his own prank.

"Oh man, I didn't think it would work that perfectly! Look at you, Little Miss Perfect, all soaked! You should see your face right now!" He howls with laughter, barely able to stand upright.

Blossom screeches in frustration, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and anger. "BUTCH!! You are such an immature, inconsiderate jerk!!" She clenches her fists, water dripping onto the floor around her, her mind racing with a hundred thoughts, mostly about how to make him pay for this.

Butch who is still laughing but manages to smirk through it and says, "What? Lighten up, Prez. Just having a little fun... You can't be serious all the time, right?"

Just as Blossom is trying to collect herself, the other student council members begin filing into the room. They freeze for a moment, staring at her soaked state, while Butch is still standing there with a smug grin, clearly proud of his prank. Blossom lets out an exasperated sigh, trying to compose herself despite how humiliated she feels.

Bubbles rushes over, her face full of concern. "Blossom! Are you okay? What happened?!"

Blossoms grumbles through clenched teeth. "I'm fine, Bubbles... Just—just a little accident. Butch decided to pull one of his ridiculous pranks again." She shoots a glare at Butch, who just shrugs nonchalantly.

Turning to Bubbles, Blossom forces a smile despite her frustration. "I need to go home and change. I'm in no condition to run the meeting like this. Can you take over for me? Handle the agenda?" I hand her the meeting notes of what I wanted to discuss.

Bubbles nods quickly, her usual cheerful demeanor replaced by determination. "Don't worry, Blossom. I got this. You go home and dry off!"

"Thanks, Bubbles." She glances around at the other council members, all of them still staring. "Let's keep this meeting productive, okay?" Without another word, Blossom grabs her soaked bag and heads for the door, giving Butch one last furious look as she passes by.

Grinning, Butch calls after her. "See you around, Prez. Try not to slip on your way home!"

Blossom ignores him, focusing on getting out of the building as quickly as possible, her thoughts already plotting how to get back at him—without sinking to his level.