High school: a ppg story

What's Wrong With Boomer?

Bubbles p.o.v
Ring, silly bell. Ring.

I bit my lip, tapped my pen against my notebook, checked my watch. Five more minutes of class.
I examined my light blue nails, sighing.
This class was going to kill me! I was going to die of boredom!
I examined my nails again. Maybe I'll add little clouds to them later.

"Alright, we've finished going over the class plans for the year. I hope you've all written your student plans and goals for this year instead of daydreaming...Miss Powerpuff."
I looked up, red from embarrassment.
"Sorry. Yes ma'am."
Just then the bell rang.
Just two more classes and it's be lunch time. My sisters and I were going to meet and talk about what we were gonna do about the boys. I of course wasn't worried. Why should we be. We were hardcore after all.

I was still in a rush though.
So much so that I was speeding down the hall.
Before I could comprehend what was happening pain shot up from my tailbone to my spine. My book fell off of my shoulder.
I pushed myself up. Through slightly wet eyes I saw books sprawled out across the hall floor.
I gasped again and grabbed the history book that had landed next to me.

"I'm so so sorry," I exclaimed. "I should have been wa-...."
Boomer's eyes met mine. He was rubbing his back, his brows drawn down in pain, the corner of his bottom lip drawn in between his teeth.
Curse him for maturing so well!
I shot up.

"Gosh. Can you even protect Townsville anymore? I bounced off you like you were the dough boy!"

I gasped. He was calling me fat! Boomer was calling me fat! So I had gained a few pounds after.....I don't know. My sisters and I don't really hit puberty. Oh who cares! I gained some. But he made it seem like I gained 10 pounds!
There is barely anything to grab!

"Hey! How dare you call me fat!" I tried not to sound bothered or hurt.
He smirked and stood, placing a hand on his hip and tipping his head to the side, his feathery blonde hair falling over his brow.
Again curse him for looking good.

"I never said you were fat."
"But you implied it! I'm not fat! I barely gained anything. I'm just thick....er."

Boomers face changed from smug to surprised to...something else.
He looked scared.
The late bell rang and I gasped again. I can't be late.
I stuck up my chin, closing my eyes and letting out a huff. I stomped pass Boomer, arms crossed.
I glanced back at him one more time.
He was gripping the strap of his bag, his eyes to the floor and his cheeks glowing red.
Weird...