High school: a ppg story

Grown

Bubbles:

I can't believe this.

We are now going to High school...with Brick, Butch, and Boomer.

My Junior year was supposed to amazing. My sisters and I were a part of the dance squad, Blossom was Student Body President, and Buttercup did all her sports thingies. We had our classes mapped out. We were taking the courses we needed to graduate. Everything was set in stone for us. We had a great year planned.

Free of crime fighting and super heroine type stuff. I mean, of course we'de still fight some crime.

There was a very small amount of crime being committed these days.

Butch's voice shook me from my thoughts.

"Well Well." Butch was grinning at us from against his locker. "You girls have grown up. I mean, look at you."

Standing up straight, no longer leaning against his locker, he gave all three of us a sultry look.

Buttercup's glare could send holes through anybody. Except for the boys.

I hated when she glared like that. She was pretty, and having RBF and glaring all the time did nothing to help her complexion.

I looked her over, then moved my gaze to Blossom.

We had grown up. In a physical sense. I think Blossom has always been smart. And Buttercup is Buttercup...

Mm, maybe we had matured more than just body...wise.

Blossom was taller. And she'd filled out. Long legs, slim waist. Her hair had grown, and when she pulled it into her high ponytail, it reached a bit past her mid back. 

Her face. Gorgeous. Long, slim nose, smooth jaw, beautiful eyes, tan skin. Her lips were perfect for her, ya know. They weren't thin but they weren't Buttercup plump either. Kinda...pouty.

Like mine! I clapped in my head. I like our faces.

Anyway, where was I?

Buttercup. The toughest Tomboy I know, looked stunning and dangerous in this awful hallway light.

Her hair had always been chopped short. But it suited her. The way it framed her face was perfect. Her eyes were dark and dangerous. Kinda like Butch's.

But Buttercup was much more gorgeous than Butch.

She had a cute nose, and full lips. Also tan skin, not as dark as Blossom's though. And sometimes I wonder. Would more guys approach her if she wasn't so....rough?

Well, what's on the outside doesn't make a person beautiful, and my sister was good. She cares about people, worries, wants to laugh, and does sometimes. Just takes her a while to prosses how to express these things. Unless she takes pleaser in something. She had no problem expressing any of that.

It's not like she's distant and shut off from everyone and everything. Just not as expressive.

And then Blossom. Smart, funny, open. She was everything anybody ever wanted.

Then me.

I had filled out. Maybe a bit more than my sisters, but not by much. I didn't feel fat, just chubby. Chubby is cute, isn't it?

My hair had grown out a bit. I no longer kept my hair in tiny pigtails. I do still put it up like that every once in a while.

Haha, I'm cute. And still my bubbly, sweet, hardcore self.

Anywho.

I looked away from my sisters only to find the boys had come over to our side of the hallway.

Blossom tensed. Buttercup went rigid. Her hands fisted at her sides. Butch crossed his arms and Boomer put his hand in his pocket. Brick had both hands in his pockets. Nobody said anything. For a long five seconds.

"Okay!" I broke the intense silence. "So um, can we all just talk for a minute?" Butter cup gave me a side look and I smiled sweetly at her. Then looked at the boys. "Please?"

Blossom spoke up.

"I don't know why you guys are here. What Ms. Keane told me is tha-"

"What Ms. Keane told you, is the exact reason we are here." Brick cut Blossom off.

Buttercup snorted. "Yeah. That's how it works. You say it and we automatically believe you. The RowdyRuff boys. Fn trouble makers."

Brick glared at my sister. Boomer sighed.

"See, told ya they wouldn't believe us." Brick turned his glare to his brother.

Boomer looked at us. "Would you believe it if it came outta my mouth?"

He was concidered the easiest brother to approach. That's the only reason he asked.

  He knew he was cute too. He had tanned over the years I hadn't seen him. Now he looked like that hot, blonde beachboy with perfect skin and blue eyes. Mixed with e-boy. Yea, e-boy vibes. I bet he put on face masks at night.

"We won't believe anything any of you say until we assess your behavior through the year. Your actions speak louder than your words," Blossom had said.

"Bummer." Boomer pouted. Meanwhile Butch was getting pleasure from the obvious discomfort we all felt. He was making it abvious how heated he was over our growth too. Disgusting.

The bell rang before we could "talk". It was time for 1st. I pulled my sisters away from the boys.

"Let's eat lunch together today. We obviously have a lot to discuss. See you guys."

I had Geometry first. Why math in the morning?

Better to get it over with. I had class with Annie and Julie. Thank goodness. Two friends in the class would ease my nerves.

I sat, leaning on my hands when Julie came in.

"Hey Bubbles!" She sat at the desk next to mine. "Did you hear the news?"

I pouted. "Believe me. I'm totally aware of the news." She laughed at me. "What?" I asked.

"Nothing nothing."

Just then, Annie stepped into the classroom. Her eyes shot straight to me and she rushed over.

"The Rowdy-"

"I know, I know."

She squeezed me from the side. "Look, I know they're pure evil but, I think we should give them a chance. Do you really think the school board or the Mayor would let them be here if they didn't feel it'd be ok?"

"But Annie, we're the super heroines. We should know what's best for the town."

She rolled her eyes. "You're also normal teenage girls," I stuck a finger up. "Not completely normal, but teens with intuition and feelings, none the less." She concluded.

I stared at her for a minute. Then sat up straight, now perky.

She was right. The mayor hates villains. He totally wouldn't have let them enroll if something was really going on here. Besides, we can keep an eye out for trouble.

I have a tiny feeling things will be alright.