A Punch At A Time

Chapter 1

"When the unexpected occurs, take it and don't ask why."

-Known

"Guys, all of you are dumb. Everybody knows that Bubbles is the best. She may look like a baby but she's got those mad deception skills," I declared.

They all looked at me like I was crazy, which I may or may not be.

"There's no, 'she may look like a baby,'" Adam drawled, using a high pitched voice and a roll of his eyes. "She IS a baby. All she does is whine and cry before running to Blossom."

"No, she run's to Buttercup," Andrew corrected.

"No, she runs to Blossom."

"Wrong. She runs to Buttercup!"

"Blossom!" Adam and Christeen yelled.

"Buttercup!" Andrew yelled right back at them.

"B-"

"Guys, guys, guys!" I hollered over them. They turned to look at me not before they exchanged a sentence or two laced with words that should not be said near children, about how their representative parties are better than the other. "You probably couldn't spell their names in the first place, so shut up and except the cold-hearted truth." I looked them all in the eyes and told them, with an evil smirk on my face, "Bubbles is the best. She uses those adorable cheeks of hers to make her look innocent and vulnerable before she kicks all of your asses." They began to protest but I jumped off the bench and cut them off again. "All I'm saying is look out for the baby faces."

With that said, I turned and walked away, smiling cheekily when I heard them stuttering for an answer. I pulled my back-pack higher up my back and continued my trek to the nearest lunch line. Most of the students already got their lunch so the line was relatively short which I was greatful for because I absolutely hated lines. I have a slight case of ADHD, for me, patience is Not a virtue. That means that waiting in lines would be the death of me. That and the fact that my class is on the other side of this school makes me one of the last people to get food to eat.

I purchased my lunch and did my usual scan of the cafeteria. I don't know why I do it. I guess that I do it to see how many people that I could name. Or maybe I do it to creep people out which I have to admit, is fun. I think that I really do it because human and were behavior is fascinating.

Using my wolfs hearing, I focused on the conversation gong on at the basketball teams tables.

"Yo, bru,' I'm telling you, Wade is gonna get the NBA MVP this year," a basketball player named... I don't know it so I'm just going to call Bb player #1 pronounced with a punch to his first after every other weird uttered from his lips.

"Bru, you just tried my life." A boy named Troy, I know what your thinking, "Troy, really where's Gabriella?," in my fifth period began. "Everybody knows that Lebron is gonna get it. The man its SWAGGED out to the max!"

"He gets it every freaking year," Another basketball player who's name that I don't know drawled out exasperatedly while Bb player #1 vigorously nodded. "It's about time that someone else gets it."

"That's cuz he earned it, which is something that you will never know about."

I tuned them out, not wanting to hear the fight that was about to occur.

A few tables to my right were a bunch of girly girls and although I don't like to spread gossip, that doesn't mean that I don't listen to it.

"So I was like, Justin is like way better than like Taylor, but she was all like no he's not. Then she was like, Justin is like so not all that and Taylor was like the shi-.So I was like shut-up you slut. You just wish that you could be the one to get in Justin's pants."