Disclaimer: I do not own the Powerpuff Girls or the Rowdyruff boys or any affiliation with the series.

Just as sort of a background to the story, all of the Powerpuff girls will NOT be siblings in this story and the Rowdyruff boys will not be either! They are also do NOT have super powers and none of them have really talked to each other.

The sun was peaking over the horizon of Townsville on September 2nd, 2014; also the first day for Townsville High. Students were rising out of there beds to prepare for the day. But this story is about six of those students that are brought together.

Buttercup Henderson shifted in her bed, hoping to god that she had one more day of freedom. Only to have that thought washed away by her younger brother, Blake, "Buttercup! Dad says you have to get up if you want to be on time!" he yelled while banging his fist on the door. He may be twelve but he was a consistent as a toddler.

Buttercup grumbled and lifted her head out from under the blankets. "Alright already, I'm up!" she yelled back. The banging stopped. She looked at her phone, 7:34 a.m. She had school at 8:00 so she got out of bed and put on some dark jeans and a tight grey sweatshirt. The only makeup she really used was eye makeup unless she had a blemish, but that's all she really needed.

As she applied her mascara, she couldn't help but notice her almost lime green eyes. She would also get teased in school for having "cat-eyes" but it didn't bother her that much. She attempted to put her choppy, jet black, shoulder length hair into a ponytail but half of it fell out. I suppose its a hair down day again. She grabbed her backpack and an apple from the island in the kitchen, then went out to her car, a black Volkswagen Jetta. The clock in her car read 7:51. Just in time.

Bubbles Sinclair was woken by the sunshine that flowed into her room. Her eyes fluttered open and she stretched as she brought herself to get of bed. She checked her phone, it read 7:20. She immediately went in her bathroom to take a shower.

Once she was done and her hair was blow dried, she began to brush it. Her hair was down to her mid-back and a light, golden blonde with some faint waves. Deciding to keep her hair down today, she put on a white v-neck short sleeve shirt, her tight, light blue capri jeans and her white pumps.

Being one of the most popular girls in school with being captain of the cheerleading squad, the event planner for the school, and being considered an "elite" in Townsville basically made her an "untouchable" in all aspects of the high school food chain. Her family having a large advertising company also helped her in maintaining her status. She knew that was why people treated her how they did, but she couldn't bear the thought of being forgotten. She shook the thoughts from her head, grabbed her blueberry and banana shake from her housekeeper, Lola, and drove off in her white, E-Class Coupe by Mercedes Benz.

Butch Hyland rolled off onto the floor, as did his phone that fell along with him and landed on his chest. "Fuck." he said to himself as he coughed from the impact, he then glanced at the phone that had just fallen. The time was 7:47. Normally he would just not get up until he felt like it, but it was the first day and he couldn't afford to miss it. He smelt the black shirt that he was wearing. Not terrible, a spritz of cologne should make it tolerable. He grabbed a pair of dark blue jeans from a nearby chair and his black Nikes.

Butch wasn't the type to put effort in his looks, except for his hair, which he took enough time to spike perfectly before he bolted out the door. He was the school's known "bad boy" which was basically another entry into the "elite" of the school without actually being one, or at least denying to admit it. His parents were well off money-wise so that was a perk, but he didn't flaunt it like others at the school did.

He was also known as Townsville High's biggest player, a new girlfriend every week, a bundle of them falling over him, it was basically typical in the life of Butch Hyland. His commitment skills were practically non-existent, even though he had new girlfriend constantly, it didn't stop him from being unfaithful. He wouldn't dare admit that he had those commitment issues though, those thoughts were then clouded by the cloud of smoke from his motorcycle as he raced towards school.

Blossom Turner looked at her phone as the sun finally peaked through the blinds in her room, the time was 7:18. She had been up for almost an hour now, reviewing the syllabus for each of her new classes. Being prepared was something she always prided herself in being organized and well put together. She was often ridiculed in school for being a "suck up" or a "teacher's pet" but she didn't mind, it paid to be attentive.

She pushed up the brim of her glasses as they began to fall down her nose. I suppose it's time to get ready, after all there is a reason why I work so hard. Her bangs hung just above her eyes, which were a light pink. She had looked into it, considering she didn't suffer from albinism, it was a birth defect that was incredibly rare; she felt like it connected her with her love of science and sci-fi movies even more. She then pulled her fiery red, elbow length hair in a high pony tail.

Blossom could feel a colder breeze coming from the window, so she grabbed a light pink cardigan to put over her white tank top and then put on her dark pink pleated skirt with matching flats. Her lifestyle was, average to put it in a word, but that didn't bother her in the slightest. She continued to tell herself that as she started her walk to Townsville High.

Brick Lancaster felt something poking at his shoulder, he quickly swatted it away. "Brick!" said a whiney voice. "I have to go! And you should get up too!" He didn't feel like talking, especially to the likes of Jessica DiMarco this early in the day, so he simply nodded in acknowledgement. Shortly after he heard the click of his door shutting. Thank god. It's about time. He had been awake for at least twenty minutes, just pretending to sleep so she wouldn't insist on cuddling. He looked at his phone which read 7:38, giving him enough time to at least take a quick shower.

Brick then put on a red Henley shirt with some regular blue jeans and a pair of maroon Sperry's. Then topping off his outfit with his red baseball cap backwards to pull back his shaggy red hair. He then headed downstairs and grabbed some Cocoa Puffs from the cupboard. "Mom!" he yelled, "You leave yet?" No response was heard. "I guess so." He said to himself. Being the kid to a wealthy business woman had it's benefits, but he would give it up just to see his mom for more than an hour a day.

The wealth obviously caused him to be an "elite" which he embraced, it's not like he didn't mind the attention. Even if he wasn't as wealthy, he would still be popular by being the captain of the football team and student body president, as well as being considered on of the best looking guys in the school. He was pretty good in school too, his test scores are practically off the charts, but he held back in classes, he's not sure if could handle the ridicule he sees and puts on the smart kids in his classes.

After he finished his breakfast and receiving multiple texts from Jessica asking to meet up later he hopped into his red BMW X6 M and sped off to school to try and at least make the bell.

Boomer Beckman was absorbed in his computer screen, typing vigorously and barely breaking his trance. Noticing the sun starting to rise, he looked at the time that was shown in the top right corner of his computer, 7:16 was the time. He had been awake for approximately two hours now, trying to write something, anything that could switch him into creative writing class that required an outstanding piece to even be considered. He finally had something that would at least give him a chance, it was a poem, which wasn't exactly what, he normally did, but it was about her. By "her" he didn't mean a girlfriend or anything like that, he's pretty sure that he's never even talked to a girl before. When he was referring to "her" he meant Bubbles Sinclair, the ultimate definition of perfection, at least to him she was.

He printed the final copy of his poem, ready to turn in for one last shot. He then adjusted his light blonde hair to swoop on his head. Just to be slightly disheveled by the dark blue sweatshirt he pulled over his head, followed by him roughly putting on the light blue jeans and dark blue Vans that were sprawled on the floor. Boomer truly did care how he looked, but he felt no one else did; he did sort of avoid people as well as any form of confrontation all together, so that didn't help his social skills either.

Honestly, his life was perfect outside of school; his parents were still together, they had a successful law firm together, and his family was incredibly wealthy. If he talked to people, he definitely wouldn't mention it, he even pleaded his parents not to mention it around town. To enforce the issue, he took the bus everyday just to put on the front that he was as completely average as they come

The students of Townsville High flowed into the quad; the separation between the elites and the normals was distinct. The elites sat at the tables on the top of the steps, while the rest scattered below.

Stares were given as Bubbles and the rest of the "Main Six" filed to their appropriate seating above the steps. Buttercup tried her best not to get caught by the stares of the onlookers as she filed in behind them, to sit at a table towards the edge.

The stares continued to be given as each elite walked in, eventually Brick did. He sauntered in, a wide smile growing on his face as he felt the stares on him heighten to almost everyone in the surrounding area. Blossom put her head down as she avoided the glares from several girls for getting in the way of their view, to sit on a bench on a far side of the quad.

Butch then entered, he didn't walk to the stairs, he never did. He never admitted that he was an elite either, which he obviously was. The elites still treated him like one though, basically calling it out as a bad boy thing. He didn't make eye contact with anyone, just went to lean on the pillar between the two divided areas.

Boomer entered, timing it perfectly with the bell, which is what he had planned.

The school days were more uneventful than one might assume at Townsville High, at least the were, until the last period of the day in the class of Mass Media Productions. This class was definitely not filled with students who were interested in the subject, very few actually.

"I know you were all expecting this class to be an easy A, well that is not the case." said Ms. Monroe in a very stern voice. "However, the only homework you will be receiving from me is a terms sheet every two weeks." The room immediately lost it's fear, until she spoke again. "Now since this is a year long class and since pretty much everyone in this room has no connection at all, there will not be any finals in this class. Just ONE project that counts for about 90% of your final grade." The frustration and the anxiety of the room was growing with every sentence that came out of her mouth. "There are twenty-five students in this class so the room will be divided into five groups of five. But I will be assigning those groups."

Ms. Monroe went around the room assigning the groups at whim. "And finally the last group! We are left with Brick, Buttercup, Blossom, Butch, and Boomer is it?" quizzically towards Boomer, who only nodded quickly. "Alright well now you have time to discuss the video project! And I suggest to start right away!" she gleefully stated as she went back to her desk.

The tension of the group was high, very high. Blossom looked at each member of the group, her irritation seems to grow as she scanned each member. Brick looked unsure of how to handle the new, and very awkward situation. Buttercup was just trying to avoid eye contact with anyone all together. Butch well, he was practically asleep with the amount of disinterest he found in the situation. Boomer just continued to keep his head down.

Blossom broke the silence, "Okay so I know we don't exactly know each other, but we need to pick a topic because I am NOT failing this class just because you all refuse to interact." Her tone was very harsh and she received several glares in return.

"Well what do you suggest then Princess Perfect?" Butch said with a snarl and a sense of disgust in his voice.

"Glad you asked!" said Blossom, "I was thinking a documentary! Like the journey of the Academic Decathlon to Nationals!" she said her idea in an incredibly cheerful tone.

"Snore." Brick chimed in, "Unless the goal is to bore everyone in this class, then I suggest no. And I definitely don't think that will get you the 'A' you desperately desire." he finished while smirking at Blossom. She scoffed in response.

Buttercup built up the confidence to attempt a pitch, "How about an experiment?" she said with question obvious in her voice. Brick and Butch gave confused looks at her. "I mean like testing a theory, such as if we give a girl on the chess team an extreme makeover, would she be popular?"

"I like it." said Butch, much to everyone's surprise. "But not that exact one, a little bit too "She's All That" for me if you get what I'm saying."

"I vote yes on that." said Brick, "We could do something really cool with that idea." he said with a beaming smile.

"What do you think?" Blossom questioned as she turned to Boomer, looking for a response. He immediately froze. "Hello?" Blossom said while waving her hand in front of his face.

"Sorry." Boomer said as practically forced the word out of his mouth. "I think it's a good idea too, but I don't know what we should do for the experiment." he said in a quiet voice.

The group nodded as the all tried to process that they actually heard him speak more than two words.

"What about you?" Brick said while motioning to Boomer.

"What about him?" Blossom asked, question filling her voice.

"How about we do an experiment on becoming an elite, from the bottom. While achieving goals and such while maintaining the status." Brick explained to the group.

"That's fucking genius." Butch said while a hint of excitement and amusement in his voice.

"I think that's a great idea! But would you be okay with that?" She said to Boomer who was still trying to take in the discussion that was happening.

"Better question!" stated Blossom, "Could we even do that? Like is that possible?"

"I'd be okay with it." Boomer finally spoke up.

"Perfect! It's settled, topic chosen." said Brick with his face full of pride and relief.

"Hold on there football," said Blossom in a snarky tone, "What do we need to do to even accomplish this?!"

"Look red," Brick retorted, "It's actually quite simple, first we need to enhance his look, then it'll create an allure with the elites, gaining at least some social status, then date an elite at least for a little bit, keep going to parties and appearing untouchable, and he's got it in the bag!" he said in a tone that sounded slightly condescending towards Blossom.

"It's actually pretty helpful that he's in our group Blossom." Buttercup said as she could tell the Blossom was annoyed by just his presence. "Same with Butch, they're in with them already so they know what we need to do!"

"I'm not in with them." Butch said in an irritated tone.

"Yeah sure Butch." Buttercup said. "So you guys already know what is needed for the look, so how about the girl, like the main girl that is contributing to this rise of popularity?"

"Good call Butters!" Butch said in a more interested tone. "I think we should aim for one of the six, his popularity would be practically permanent!"

"He does have a point with that one." Blossom admitted. "So Boomer, out of the six, who would you chose?"

Stunned by the sudden questioning, Boomer said, "Well I'm not sure about choosing one.."

"How about you rank them from #1 to #6. One being your top choice, six being the last." Brick pitched with a shrug.

"I think that'd be good, that way we won't be dismissing the others if they have an interest." Butch said.

"Alright then," Blossom started, "Who would you like to be with the most Boomer?"

"Well um.. I'm not sure exactly.." he said sheepishly

"Okay fess up Boomer. You think one of them is practically a goddess, who is it?" Butch encouraged.

"Umm… I guess Bubbles Sinclair." he replied, feeling a slight weight come off his shoulders for admitting this to someone, or rather several someone's.

"Hot." Butch said in approval.

"Nice choice Boomer, real nice actually. " Brick said in agreement to Butch's words.

"Alright now that we have that out of the way, second?" Blossom asked.

"Katie Clayton I suppose." he answered.

"Okay then, third?" asked Blossom.

"Bethany Mathers." Boomer replied.

"Well this is actually going better than expected, fourth?" Blossom asked.

"Umm… I don't know… AnnaLeigh Thompson I guess." Boomer said.

"Fifth?" Blossom Asked.

"Uhh… Paige Preston." replied Boomer.

"Okay so we have a lineup!" Blossom announced. "First Choice Bubbles Sinclair, second is Katie Clayton, third is Bethany Mathers, fourth is AnnaLeigh Thompson, fifth is Paige Preston and sixth is Hannah Krewlski."

"Sounds good!" Brick said in approval towards the plan.

"Alright so tomorrow in class we can discuss the new look, then after school we can actually do this new look, and I have a few cameras so we can get some footage of the process!" Blossom said with excitement.

The bell then rang.

"Okay, see you all tomorrow then." Buttercup said as they parted.

"Yeah, until tomorrow." Boomer said as he exited the room. What the hell have I gotten myself into?