Not the Girl I use to be

A What!!!

I watch in bittersweet amusement as the reality of the situation sinks in. I am friends with the popular kids. Not just that but I am also popular. I can wear huge unflattering clothes and it will be viewed as beautiful. Beautiful people can say things wrong and do weird things because their beautiful. A luxury that I didn't have the way I was before. Thoughts for being referred to as cute, pretty and beautiful flood my mind. I don't have to cower in fear anymore, I no longer have to starve myself to lose weight and take the neverending abuse from my classmates because if fat were a disease I've cured it.

A soft and evil grin dances on my cheeks. I walk over to Brick and Butch who are fighting and the poor weak Boomer who is failing to keep them apart. "Boys" I call gathering their attention abruptly. They all turn to face me. "Please don't fight" I said sweetly like I had seen in so many movies. Nothing besides death that can stop two boys from fighting unless its a cute girls plea. They look at me before looking at one another and then slowly letting go of one another's shirts and taking slowly steps away from each other. Mission accomplished. Who knew world Peace could be achieved by pretty girls. No wonder it's a mandatory question for beauty pageants. "Sorry" Brick said in a soft tone while rubbing the nape of his neck softly with his finger tips. "Yeah sorry you had to see me beat up Brick" Butch said in a joking but also kinda genuine way. Brick looked angered but did nothing probably afraid it would hurt my feelings. "Well it's official you're the only one who can get them to stop fighting" Boomer said looking like a wounded animal. "Yeah no matter how much I try he'll never listen to me when it comes to a fight" Buttercup said looking pleased as she placed a hand on my shoulder. "Yeah so usually we let them figure it out" Bubbles said in a bubbly but also kind of guilty tone. "How do you do it" Boomer asked. I shrugged. I was just surprised that is worked so well. Being pretty really does have its perks.

Boomer had a sorta darkness to him. I thought it was because of how he looked down on me in the "past" but I think it's just his aura now that I'm standing next to him it's like a dark looming shadow is being cast. Only this time it isn't for me. I looked where his eye where pointing. A girl who was sickly skinny and wore thick glasses her hair was a mess with huge chunks of hair messing. It looks like now that I'm not around they have found someone new to pick on. I have a feeling of nostalgia as I watch Boomer's cold dark eyes descend on to the poor girl. Now's for the hard part. What do I do? Do I play along? I don't know. I've felt like her before. I've felt like a victim. Brick and Butch look wickedly at one another before turning to the girl. The look in her eyes resembled a rabbit being cornered by wolves helpless and afraid. I rack my brain for what to do. I don't want to be that person who ignores it or who joins in. I watch in hopeless terror as the scene unfold and the Oh's and Ah's begin as insult after insult is thrown at the poor girl. I myself feel helpless like this words are being aimed at me. I close my eyes tight and pray that it will end. Five more minutes till the bell. Finally I grow the balls to do something. Something that won't make me stand out and make it seem like I'm in control. I just pray that this works. "Oh come on guys this loser is worth it" I said in a cool voice. Turning towards me slowly then grinning. I bit my lip before speaking again. "After all she's not worthy of breathing the same air" I said while leaning into her personal space. This threw everyone off. But they seemed convinced and the boys stepped down. I gave a sweet smile to her which made her give me a confused look. I walk away and everyone else follows suit. My heart is beating so fast that it might explode. I think I did it I was able to help without being found out. I didn't slobe the problem I could have made it worst but at least they won't hurt her. I'll detract them from her for the time being.

Ring...The bell sounded and I begin to walk to class. I hope it's the same as it was in my past life. Brick caught up to me flashing a friendly smile at me that fills me with a conflicted amount of emotions. I felt happy, nervous, disgusted and horrified. I remember liking him so much and how the reality of his actions hit me like whiplash when he called me all of those terrible names. A hand grabs my own. Brick looks down at me. I wonder what he could possible be thinking. Maybe i've been found out. I close my eyes tightly but in turn receive a soft gentle hand that sweeps through my hair almost as if it's the most normal thing to do. I open my eyes to a quiet Brick how is gently kissing my hair that is in between his fingers. I shiver slightly. Then I realize what he's doing and find myself blushing wildly. He chuckles at my reaction as I shuffle back in a hurried motion. "Blossom" he said in a voice that I didn't even know he had. It sounded venerable tone I wasn't used to from him. The usual cold and cruel tone that I knew was gone and not a trace remained. His eyes looked longingly at me. Lowering the hand that held my hair in it's grip softly. The strands falling gracefully at my side as I met his eyes. He stepped closer. Leaning closer his lips just barely grazing my ear. "Blossom". I shiver at the suddeness of his movement. "Y..yes" i answered him. Gulping down the nerves crawling up my throat. "Have you thought about it" he asked. Thought about what. Oh god what on earth did I promise to think about? I feel like my head is going to explode. "Look Blossom I want you to" he said. A teacher walked over steam was blowing from both her ears. "Where should you be?" she asked. I noticed that the halls were cleared. But when she got close enough to see us she backed down. Her eyes focusing on Brick."Well hurry up to class please" she started again. What a change in tone. It's like Brick was her boss or something. Brick grabbed my hand and we walked to class. I felt uneasy when he grabbed it but didn't shake it off because part of me wanted to enjoy it for as long as I could. When we reached the classroom. The teacher looked over but then turned his attention back to the class. Brick is like a human Hall pass. When we got to the classroom I quickly let go of his hand and walked to my desk. I sit down and try to think of what Brick could have possible be trying to say.