Disclaimer: Let's get this straight. I DO NOT own the Powerpuff Girls, nor will I ever. Even though I'd like to! D

Chapter 1. Let Loose

"Buttercup, if your grades slip any more, you might have to repeat the 11th grade..."

Those words continued to play in my mind over and over. I could already hear what the Professor was going to say when he heard about this. He'd go on and on about how disappointed in me he is and how he knows I can do better; all of which are true.

It wasn't as if I never tried, because I did. I always have. But aside from saving this dump of a town almost everyday, house chores, and having at least an hour of free time to myself, there was no time for school. Sure, I'd go, but I'd just plant my bum in my chair and catch a few Zs. Was that such a crime?

"Buttercup!" Drake's voice shot at me. I quickly gathered my thoughts about what he was saying. Not that I knew...

"Are you going to the party tonight or what? Free booze, music, and food. Your three favorite things. You in?" I looked at Drake, then at my latest math test. Mrs. Santos said she'd give me a chance to review tonight and give me a makeup test first thing in the morning. I looked back at Drake.

"I'm in."

"I knew you couldn't turn it down." His bright smile made me forget about all of my troubles for a moment. He winked at me, then crossed the street. I continued to walk forward toward my house. The lights were on, so someone was home. I reached for the knob when the door swung open.

A pair of wide, blue eyes stared at me. "Buttercup, where have you been?" Bubbles pulled me into the living room and closed the front door. Blossom then appeared from the kitchen. She smiled when she saw me.

"Been with Drake, huh?" she nudged me with her elbow. "What were you guys up to?" Bubbles giggled.

"None of your business. Neither of you." I spat, walking up to my room.

A lot has changed since we were five years old. We developed our own opinions and personalities, as well as our own friends. I was more of the tomboy-badass back then, and I still am now. Okay, maybe a lot hasn't changed. Blossom is still the smart one. She's perfect in every way possible. And, Bubbles is… Bubbles. She's not much of a cry baby as she was before, but she still whines from time to time. She has to be the most fashion obsessed person I know.

I threw my things down on the floor and immediately went to my closet. My clothes sort of define who I am, unlike when I was little. Wearing a green dress with black stripes was no longer my style. Of course, green was still my favorite color.

I reached for a pair of black stretch jeans, then my dark green graphic tee. I guess my black Converses would do. I quickly got dressed. My hair wasn't a priority for me, seeing as I always had it in the same style. It came down to the middle of my back now, and that's where it would stay. Before sneaking out of the window, I locked the door and kept the light on. Hopefully, everyone would think I had fallen asleep.

I didn't know exactly where the party was, but I followed the sound of the pounding music. When I reached a little house on the corner, I knew I had found it. I stepped to the door and came right in. In front of me was exactly what I needed. Dancing, booze, and music. There was no sign of Drake yet, but I knew I'd find him eventually. Knowing him, he was hooking up with some girl in one of the rooms.

I walked to the counter and grabbed a cup and a bottle. I filled it to the top, then took a sip. A sip turned into a gulp, and before I knew it, I had drank the whole cup, then the bottle.

"You sure know how drink," a deep voice came from behind me. I turned. Talk about a looker. He was tall, had black hair, and a pair of green eyes to die for. He was a masterpiece. "What are you doing here all alone?"

I smiled. Not only could I feel the drink setting in, but a gorgeous guy was on my ass. Tonight was gonna be a good one. "I'm not alone now. You fixed that." I pulled him to the corner of the room and started up my moves. Dancing was something I was born to do. The beat just flowed through my veins and with every step, I felt higher and higher. I could tell he was taking a liking to the way I could move. Then he joined me. Everything seemed to move in slow-motion after that moment. Maybe it was the booze. Who cares?

I couldn't help it. He was hot, I was under a lot of pressure. Do the math. I leaned toward him and pecked him. Okay, more than a peck. As our bodies moved, our lips just sort of stuck. He tasted… like candy. No, better. He was sweeter than the average sucker, which I had liked. Things heated up. I could no longer control any of my movements. My mind had focused on this guy and had stayed there. Pretty soon, I was out of it. God knows where I'd end up next. Wherever it was, I'd know soon enough.

R&R.
I had to get the first chapter out of the way. Nest one will be better! Tell me what you think so far, loves ;)