WUBMMQ Ch. 4 Realization

"I still can't believe that girl."

Bubbles opened her locker and grabbed a Spanish textbook from inside. Then she looked over at her two sisters.

"Blossom, are you sure you're okay?"

Blossom turned away from her sister and adjusted her bow. "I told you Bubbles. I'm fine."

"But you were crying all weekend."

Blossom groaned. "Okay, it's over now. Can we please drop the subject."

"Well, if you ask me, I don't think there's any point in crying over that kiss. I mean, it's not like Brick likes Princess. She's a dirty whore." said Buttercup.

"Enough about that girl." Blossom uttered.

"Where's Princess anyway? I thought I saw her earlier today." asked Bubbles.

"She went home early. I heard there was some hideous monster growing on her upper lip." Buttercup replied.

Bubbles wrinkled up her nose and stuck her tongue out. "Ew, how do you get those things anyway?"

"How do you think? By sticking too many balls in your mouth... it's so obvious..."

"Buttercup, don't say that. It's vulgar. Where did you hear that rumor from?" said Blossom.

"Mitch told me."

"And you honestly believe him?"

"After the mess Princess pulled on Friday? Yes."

"Well, I think-" Bubbles began to say, but then a blond haired boy came from behind her and covered her eyes.

"Guess who." he said playfully.

"Umm... is it Ben Tenison from third period history?"

The boy looked disappointed. "No. It's me Boomer."

Bubbles turned around and kissed her boyfriend. "I knew it was you. I was just messing with you."

Boomer laughed. "That was a good one." Then he looked over to her sisters. "Hey, Blossom. Hey, Buttercup."

"Good morning, Boomer. You did great in the game on Friday." said Blossom.

"Thanks, it feels good to bring another win to the team."

"So, how's your brother doing?" asked Buttercup.

"Brick? Aww man, he's a wreck. He spent all weekend trying to get the Princess taste out of his mouth and Butch kept on messing with him. It was hilarious."

"Butch is so immature." said Blossom.

"Well, that's how he is and you can't really help that."

Boomer looked over at the digital clock hanging from the ceiling. "Man, I got to go. If I'm late to biology again I might get suspended from the next game."

He bent over and kissed Bubbles on the cheek. "Bye Bubbles."

"Wait, what's in your pocket?" she asked.

Boomer looked down to see a pink piece of paper sticking out of his shirt pocket.

"Oh, yeah. Brick was hanging these all around campus. Something about band." He gives the paper to Bubbles. "See ya." Then he ran off.

The three girls gather around and Bubbles read the pink paper aloud.

"The Mighty Monster Marching Band needs a new majorette. If you think you're up for the challenge, come and try-out on October 5th after school in the band room."

Bubbles and Blossom looked at each other and then started to jump around and scream. In the middle of their parade, the bell rang and the remainder of the students in the hall ran to their classes.

"Umm, guys... The bell just rang."

Bubbles glared at Buttercup. "Screw the bell! My sister has a change at love."

Blossom took the paper from Bubbles and read it again. "I can't believe this. I have a chance to be the Head Majorette."

"So, you're telling me that you're gonna  learn everything about being a majorette in two weeks?" asked Buttercup.

"Oh, come on Buttercup. It's possible."

"Yeah right."

Bubbles glared at her sister once more and Buttercup responded by sticking out her tongue.

"Well, anyway. We have to go. We're already two minutes late."

Buttercup rolled her eyes. "Oh, wow. What ever will we do if we missed another second of PE." she said sarcastically.

"PE's not so bad. You get to wear cute shorts."

"Let's just go before they take all the good volleyballs."

"Okay." Bubbles replied. She waved goodbye to her older sister. "See ya later, Blossom."

She walked off without saying a word, all she could think about was a chance to be with her dream boy.

"What the heck is her problem?" Buttercup asked.

"It's love." Bubbles replied while smiling.

"So glad I don't have any of that."

"Oh, it will be your turn soon enough."

"As if."

Then the two sisters walked to their next class together.

Blossom hurried into her AP Chemistry class. She went to her usually seat by the window, but to her surprise it was taken.

Oh, crap. I forgot, I'm late, thought Blossom.

The teacher turned around. "Blossom you're late."

The whole class turned around and stared at her. Blossom could feel her face warm and there was no doubt that she was blushing a bright red.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Matthews. It will never happen again."

"You know my policy Ms. Utonium. If you're late you get detention. But since this is your first offense, I'll let it slide."

Blossom tilted her head down "Thank you..."

"Very well, now go take a seat."

Blossom quickly found a seat at the back of the classroom. She took out her binder and got started on her warm-up problem. But Mrs. Matthews already erased it off the board. So, she was left staring at a blank piece of paper. She looked around the room, everyone else was working expect for her. It felt so awkward. But then a finger lightly touched her shoulder.

"You can copy my warm-up, Blossom." said a boy with bright red hair and the weirdest pair of eye ware Blossom has ever seen.

Blossom smiled joyfully. "Thank you, Jack. You're a life saver."

Jack blushed and gave her his notebook. She quickly copy the question and gave it back to him.

"Thanks again. I owe you one."

"No problem." he said with a sharp squeaky voice. He gasped and quickly covered his mouth.

Blossom giggled at him, then she turned and got started on her work.

Jack put his head on the desk and sighed. She probably thinks I'm a big joke. God, why am I such a huge spaz when it comes to talking directly to her. I can talk to her when she's facing away, but not when she's facing me. It's ridiculous.

He turned back around to see Blossom looking at a pink piece of paper, then she turned it over and started drawing on the back of it. He didn't think anything of it at first, so he continued his work. But when he turned back around a moment later, the page was filled with hearts and the name Brick.

Who the hell is Brick? Jack thought.

He waited until Blossom finished drawing a little stick man doodle of the two holding hands. He immediately recognized the long ponytail and the baseball cap.

So that's Brick. What's so special about him? He's just the stupid drum major.

He continued to watch Blossom draw until the end of class. When the bell rung, Jack got his stuff and went to his locker. When he got there he found a pink paper taped on it. He glanced around the hallway and noticed they were up everywhere. He now remembered that this was the paper Blossom was drawing on in class. He ripped the paper off his locker and read it.

Oh, so that's why she likes Brick. She's into band, thought Jack.

He crumbled the paper and threw it on the floor.

"Well, I guess I'll take a visit to the band room after school." he concluded.

Then he walked off to the lunch room. He heard they were having pudding cups today.

Brick spent most of his school day hanging up those stupid pink flyers. He was in the school's lunchroom hanging up the last couple. He pulled out the tape from his pocket and tapped the final flyer on a vending machine. He sighed in relief.

"That was the last one. Thank god."

The smell of food entered his nostrils, and then his stomach started to rumble. He was starving, he had to be at school at 5:45, a whole two hours before school even started. So, he forgot to eat breakfast. He was desperate for some french fries, but he couldn't eat yet. He still had more chores to do. He dragged himself back to the band room where his band director was waiting for him. He walked into his office and closed the door behind him.

"Okay, I'm finish hanging the flyers."

The band director was sitting in his big office chair, turned away from Brick. He was busy watching some old marching band tapes from years past.

"Good, now clean all the tubas. Including the spit valves. I want them shining."

"But, Mr. T" Brick moaned.

The man quickly turned around and faced the teenage boy. The first thing you notice about the man was that he was bald, but the most noticeable thing about him was his giant nose.

"That's Mr. Tentacles to you. I will not allow you refer to me as some action character from a mediocre television show from the 80's. Even though I do 'pity the fool'."

"You kept me prisoner here all day. Can I have a break?"

"Listen, this is a band. And what this band did on Friday was unacceptable. A band who marches together, gets punished together."

"So, why is it that I'm the only one getting punished?"

"Don't question me." He turned his chair back around. "Now, when your finished cleaning the tubas. I want this band room swept. You kids are disgusting."

Brick rolled his eyes and placed his hands on the desk.

"It's not all my fault you know. It was Princess. She's evil, I mean literary. She did something to Robin to make her quit. I know she did."

"What are you talking about? Princess is the kindest, most generous, and loyalist person I know." Mr. T said with little emotion.

"Yeah right. How much money did she pay you to say that? Or did she do something else for you?"

Mr. T turned back around and put his legs on the desk. "I will never do that. I took the money of course. I'm not as desperate as some of these old perverts at this school.

"Why do you do it? Why do you go along with her dirty tricks?"

"Princess has this school wrapped around her pretty little finger. If us guy teachers don't follow her orders, with one call she can have us fired, or worse."

"So, why don't you just tell Mrs. Utonium? She's a woman, Princess has no control over her." Brick asked.

Mr. T took a moment to adjust his brown suit jacket.

"That sounds like a good idea. But, we don't have any proof, Princess has spies all around campus. So, anyone trying to get some will get busted."

"There must be some way to stop her."

"Hey, if we can get some dirt on her. I'll be happy to get rid of that sorry excuse for a girl. But, we don't. So I guess we're going to have to live with it."

"Not if I have anything to do with it." Brick said with a smile. He grabbed his jacket and walked out of Mr. T's office.

Mr. T raised his eyebrow in confusion. "Where do you think you're going?"

Brick peeked his head back in the room. "I'm going to solve our Princess problem, and plus I'm starving."

Mr. T waved him away. "Fine, but you're still going to have to do all these chores. I don't care if you're here until one in the morning. They're getting done."

"Sure. So, I was thinking about going to Wendy's. Do you want anything?"

Mr. T glared at his student. "Don't talk to me like one of your friends. I am your teacher. A respected role model. A-"

"Are you done?" Brick said in annoyance.

"Yeah, gimme a chicken salad with Caesar dressing."

Brick smiled. "Okay, I'll be back."

Brick knew Mr. T for about six years now. He first meet him when was he was in 6th grade beginner band. He was working as a teacher assistant at his middle school. They hit it off immediately. Mr. T has a short temper and is easily irritated. So he generally hates children. But Brick was really mature for his age, so they got along well. Mr. T's instrument of choice was the clarinet. His playing skill wasn't good, oh let's face it. He couldn't play worth a crap, but he still loved it and he locked music. So, he obviously wanted his favorite pupil to learn the clarinet. But he didn't account for Brick's astounding musical talent. So he quickly switched him to tenor saxophone, so nobody could think that he was better at the clarinet that him. Now he's the band director at Townsville High.

Brick went out the back door and walked out into teacher's parking lot. He was cautious while he made his trip to his car. It was against the rules to leave campus to go get lunch, and he really didn't want to get caught. He sneaked behind the band truck and basically ran across the street to the student parking lot. He got in his old beat up car and drove off as quickly as he could. First, he was going to get some lunch. But after, he was going to talk to some very special people.