A PPG Romance: Chapter 1

    Blossom turned to the teacher in a panic.
    "Mr Crimson, we've got to get rid of these guys!" she squeaked.
    "Yeah, they mean trouble," Buttercup agreed.
    "We aren't going anywhere," Brick said standing up again and smirking.  "We got in this school fair and square. Passed the entrance test easy."
    "What is he saying?" Bubbles whispered.
    "He's right girls," Mr Crimson corrected. "They got in with their own abilities and are staying too."
    "But that doesn't make any sense! These guys are VILLAINS!" bellowed Blossom, creating a scene. The classroom quietened slightly, but there was a lot of whispering in the room.
    "I'm sorry if you feel wrongly about this, but if you have any complaints, you will have to inform the headteacher," Mr Crimson corrected.
    "Yeah, we can stay here as long as we want as long as we wear these," Butch boasted. He raised his wrist revealing a black metal wristband.
    "What are those?" Bubbles asked and squinted at them.
    "This can't be true, Mr Crimson?" Blossom looked to him for agreement.
    "Sorry to say Blossom, but they're right. The bands on their wrist monitors their behaviour so they should not be disrupting anything any time soon," Mr Crimson informed them.
    "But . . . Why?!" Buttercup growls.
    "Our headteacher decided to organize a new project. We are trying to see how we can change an evil person towards an hero. Anyone who has been or cooperated with a villain has these bands round their wrists." The people with wristbands raised their hands; Marceline, Marshall Lee, Mandy, Billy and all the RRBs.
    "This is bizarre . . .," Bubbles whispered.
    "Wait a second, those guys belong to Mojo right? I'm sure he wouldn't let them go to a HERO school!" Buttercup pointed out.
    "You're quite wrong Miss Buttercup. After They'd caused much trouble in their previous home he was up and ready to boot them off right away," Mr Crimson added. "Now if yo don't mind girls I need to get back to my lesson. Can you `please take your seats." With their heads  hung low they slumped to different corners of the and took their individual places. Bubbles sat next to a bunch of giggly girls and Jenny, Blossom was sadly at the back next to Brick and Butch, and Buttercup was stuck in between the love birds, Fionna and Marshall. Blossom tightly sat in the middle of her chair and tried not to stare at the two people by her side. Being next to the two of them, she'd just knew it was going to be hell. Whilst Blossom was trying her hardest to focus on Mr Crimson's lecture about 'Why you should save the innocent', secretively,Brick gave a little nod to Butch. Butch nodded back and grinned immensely.

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    At break, the sisters sat by their own seats, hoping to be approached by a couple of new friends. A bunch of Giggly-Girls neared Bubbles and took a seat on the chairs near here.
    "Hey there. I'm Jenny, like I said before. So your Bubbles of the Powerpuff Girls?" Jenny said eagerly. She leaned onto the back of her seat.
    "Yeah, it's nice to meet you," Bubbles smiled.
    "So, Bubbles, have you taken a liking to any of the boys here yet?" Cookie aka Kuki Sanban giggled, nudging Bubbles with her elbows.
    "Eh, no."
    "Well, if I were to like a guy, it would DEFINELY be one of the villains. Like Marshall . . . *sigh*, he's soooo dreamy," Lizzie exhaled. "I'm sooo over my last boyfriend, Nigel. He s-u-c-k-e-d."
    "He also plays lots of music," Cookie added. "Which is so DREAMY."
    "I guess Marshall's kinda cute," Bubbles agreed. "But he's got a girlfriend already though . . ." They watched Fionna and Marshall kissing in the corner of the room.
    "Oh, what about Boomer? I think you two really suit," Jenny said.
    "Hmm,maybe. i don't know . . . Our groups had quite a lot of bad history and I don't think that's really going to change," Bubbles explained.
    "That shouldn't stop true love!" Jenny said.
    "Wait guys, ssh! Boomers heading over here!" Lizzie squealed. They squirmed and hissed at each other to be silent till he finally arrived and there was quiet over them. "Hey, Boomer." Lizzie flirtatiously batted her eyelashes.
    "Yeah . . . eh, hey," he answered bluntly and turned back to Bubbles. "Hi Bubbles."
    "Hi," Bubbles said hesitantly.
    "So . . . do you like, need any help with, erm, learning the surroundings of the school? I could show you round at lunch."
    "Er, no thanks. That's the job of our personal tour guide," Bubbles rejected the invitation. Boomer felt a bit upset.
    "Oh that's ok. Well, I have to start heading to next lesson anyway . . . here you go," Boomer said quickly, chucking a note onto her table. Before anyone could say a word he hurriedly sprinted out the room and don the corridors.
    "What does it say? What does it say?" Cookie asked curiously. They all crowded round Bubbles.
    The letter said:

Meet me outside of the girls dormitory at ten o'clock.
Love, Boomer xxx

    "Oh my God! Do you think it's a love note?" Lizzie said excitedly.
    "He put x's at the end!" Cookie pointed.
    "Are you going to go?" Jenny asked.
    "I don't know," Bubbles said blushing. "But if I do . . . I'm not sure Blossom and Buttercup are going to like it . . ."