Lunchroom Drama (PpgzxRrbz AU)

Day 3

Buttercup sat at the table, pulling out her math textbook and opened her burger. Buttercup wrote down the formula and started to the work while eating. She didn't notice Butch sitting next to her, looking over her work. He snorted as she wrote the wrong answer. Buttercup looked at him with narrowed eyes.

"What?" She asked.

Butch smirked, "You got that wrong answer. You need to use factorial not just multiply ten."

Buttercup eyes widened. Butch grabbed his chips and opened them, tossing some in. He didn't noticed her looking at him, instead he looked at her paper. Frowning at how many she got wrong, and even pointed them out and telling her how to do them. Buttercup blinked a couple of times then nodded as she corrected her mistakes. Finally Butch made a loud burp making Buttercup cringed.

"Ew, that's nasty." Buttercup said.

"No, it just means that I enjoyed the food. People should know that." Butch said.

"Are you kidding me? It just means that you have no manners."

"Manners are for people who try to hard! My pops taught me that as long you eat what's infront of you, then the person should be grateful! Have you tried seafood? 'Cause it's nasty as fire."

"Whatever you say." She said as she rolled her eyes. "How do you know so much about math? I only thought jocks like you only know sports and food "

Butch gasped, "A very cruel stereotype, woman. I know math because my pops is an accountant, you get to know stuff about math. Also if my football career doesn't go to hot then I can always be an accountant."

Buttercup smiled, "You wanna be a football player?"

"Oh yeah! I wanna be great like Tom Brady but I wanna play for the Packers."

"Tom Brady?"

"Totally. You could come to my games. I'll make the first touchdown for you."

Buttercup rolled her eyes as she turned back to her homework. Butch smirked as he ate some french fries. Brick sat down, grumbling some colorful words about his teacher, as he put his sketchbook on the table. Butch looked at the sketchbook as Boomer sat across from him. Boomer placed posters in front of him and Butch looked at them.

"Protesting something?" Brick asked.

"Yes I am. Did you guys see how that teacher treated Amariah? He literally called her a terrorist, but know what the school did?" Boomer asked.

"Nothing." Bubbles said.

Boomer glared at her, "Yes, nothing. Also did you hear what happened when the students did to Vonnie and Hailey? She kicked them out of the lunchroom because they held hands! It's disgusting how people don't do anything."

Blossom sat down, "So you think waving posters is going to work?"

"Yes! It's getting the message out in a peaceful matter! Those teachers are cruel and racist. Amariah ran out crying! Vonnie and Hailey didn't come to school today, Hailey is actually thinking of breaking up with Vonnie. It's terrible and I can't take it anymore. I'm best friends with them."

Bubbles looked down as she stared at her hands. Boomer sighed as he crossed his arms over his chest. Brick grabbed one of the posters, uncapping his red sharpie and started to write 'Justice for Amariah' and made some strange symbols. Boomer looked at him, Brick smiled as he passed the poster and pointed it at them.

"Amariah is my friend too. She taught me how to write her name in Arabic, so I'm down to make posters." Brick said.

Boomer smiled, "Seriously?"

Brick nodded. He grabbed another poster and started to make the LGBT+ rainbow flag. Blossom looked at Brick with a smile. She sat next to him, and watched him sketch out Vonnie and Hailey names, he stuck out his tougne as he sketch. Brick glanced at Blossom, his face turn slightly red.

"I didn't know you could draw." Blossom said.

"Don't. I just know how to do graffiti. Much easier in my opinion." He replied.

"But that is art. Doesn't make any sense."

"Doesn't have too. I like it. What about you?"

"What about me?"

Brick shrugged, "Everyone has a thing. Boomer is a protesting hippie. Butch is a math freak jock. Bubbles is a rich girl who doesn't like her parents. Buttercup is a soccer loving girl. And you are?"

"How did you know all that stuff?" Buttercup asked.

Brick reached for his bag, "I'm the loner kid. I tend to notice everything, it's what I like."

"Loner kid? That sounds familiar." Butch said.

Brick colored in the names, "So what's your thing?"

"Does playing in the school band count as a thing?" Blossom asked.

"It really does sound familiar. Like crazy aunt familiar." Butch muttered.

"What are you talking about?" Bubbles asked Butch.

Boomer looker at Brick's work and realized that his work did seem familiar. Butch tapped his forehead trying to jog a memory. Bubbles passed a container to Boomer. Boomer looked down at it then opened it, brownies stacked on top. Boomer looked at Bubbles and pushed them back.

"Sorry, I don't eat anything from animals." Boomer said.

"Their not! I found them in a organic store. It's my way to say sorry." She said.

Boomer smiled, "Thanks."

She blushed as she tutned away. Butch slammed his hands on the table, making all the teens jump. Brick glared at him, since he messed up the letters, and closed his marker. Butch reached over and grabbed Brick's shirt.

"What the hell!" Brick yelled.

"You're the famous Loner! You spraypainted the bus when that gay couple was bullied by Denny! You are the reason that everyone wanted to do art!" Butch yelled.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Boomer asked.

Butch grabbed Brick's arm and showed the teens the birthmark on his left wrist. The teens raised her their eyebrows but noticed the birthmark is the same symbol from the Loner. Brick pulled back his art and grabbed the sloppy joe then smashed it in Butch's face.

"Don't ever grab someone arm! Thats just stupid and cruel!" Brick yelled as he stomped away.

"Jokes on you! I actually like sloppy joes!"

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