Sweet but Psycho

Ch.2 | First Encounter

As Bubbles, Blossom, and Buttercup finally arrived at school, they saw many girls squealing. Sure, girls at their school usually squeal a lot from time to time, but not like this. There was no doubt, something strange was going on. Something really strange.

"What the hell is going on now?" Buttercup asked, not liking this one bit. Blossom blinked, while Bubbles just shrugged her shoulders as a response.

"Omgosh they're here!" They heard one girl scream. Girl after girl kept on screaming; some even fainted.

"You're so hot Brick!"

"Boomer, can I have your autograph?!"

"Date me Butch!"

Buttercup looked at all the girls, disgusted. Blossom continuously looked at them, trying to figure out what was happening in her mind. Bubbles, on the other hand, just smiled at them.

She used to be this Bubbly and girly once after all. And to be honest, deep inside, she still was. The three sisters decided to get a better look and see what this commotion was all about.

They made their way into the huge crowd, that mostly consisted of only girls. At some point, Bubbles lost sight of her sisters and couldn't find them anywhere, no matter how hard she looked. The bell was soon to ring and she was trapped in the very middle of all these people.

The people who knew her as a Psycho.

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As Bubbles looked around once more, Princess Morbucks happened to ran past her, while in the process, bumping into her and making her fall to the floor. Bubbles closed her eyes, preparing herself to hit the floor, but she didn't feel any pain.

The only thing she felt were a strong pair of arms that were wrapped around her waist, pulling her against the person.

"Um. . . Are you alright?" Her saviour, who just happened to be a blonde haired guy with blue eyes, asked. She finally took the chance to look at him after opening her eyes.

She stared at his face and immediately locked her baby blue eyes with his electric dark blue ones. She got lost in then and no matter what she did, she just couldn't look away.

She found herself nodding at him.

He smiled, "Good, I'm glad you're okay." He said as he helped her pick up her bag that was lying on the floor. He handed it to her just as the bell rang. "Oh no. . ."

"I-Is something wrong?" Bubbles questioned, placing her bag over her shoulder. The blonde boy looked at her, panic all over his eyes.

"I have no idea where to go for my first class!" He exclaimed. "My brothers will kill me if I'm late. Actually. . . more like Brick will."

Bubbles blinked, "What's your first class?" She asked. "Maybe I can help you."

"Oh, you don't have to do that, really. I don't want you to be late because of me." The boy confessed.

Bubbles giggled, "No, it's fine. I'm already late anyways!" She explained. "I don't mind helping you."

The blonde gave her a sigh of relief and smiled at her. "Alright then. . . do you possibly know where the art room is?" He asked.

Bubbles beamed, "Of course! That just so happens to be my first class as well." She stated. "Follow me." And the blonde boy did.

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After a long walk, the two blonde's finally made it to the art room. They both nocked on the door and went inside once the teacher opened it.

The teacher placed her hands on her hips and stared at the two, without looking away. "Miss Utonium, may I know why you were late?"

Bubbles gulped, "Well, you see. . . I-" She got interrupted by yet more squealing from girls in the classroom. "Omgosh!" One girl yelled. "I can't believe Boomer is in our class!" Another one yelled.

"Come sit next to me, Boomer!" Nearly all of them yelled, while in the process, pushing whatever person that was sitting next to them aside.

The blonde boy, known as Boomer, sweat dropped at them while he fiddled with his fingers, nervously.

Bubbles sighed, "I was helping him find his way to class, Mrs. Foulds." She continued with her explanation.

"Oh?" Mrs. Foulds said, surprised, but then smiled afterwards as she turned to him. "You must be Boomer, correct?"

Boomer nodded.

"Alright. That's a good enough reason." Mrs. Foulds spoke yet again. "You may sit down."

Bubbles and Boomer took the two sits left, which just so happened to be right next to each other. Several girls in the class groaned. They wanted to sit next Boomer so badly but he sat next to Bubbles, the psychopath.

"Psst. . ." Boomer said as he leaned in closer to Bubbles, and whispered in her ear. "I never got your name. . ."

Bubbles turned to look at him, making sure the teacher was out of sight along with the other students. "Bubbles." She whispered back.

"Huh?"

"My name." She smiled. "My name is Bubbles."

He smiled back at her, "Boomer." He said at last.