Surprise, Surprise

Buttercup

"Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup Utonium to the principal's office."

My heart skipped a beat when I heard my name on the overbearing school speakers. I had to admit, getting called to the office always gave me some sort of a rush. Plus I got to get out of class. Who wouldn't be excited about that?

I smirked as I slammed my dark green notebook shut. I looked up to find both my sisters turned around and glaring at me from the front row of the class. Well, one was glaring. Bubbles just looked more afraid than anything. I quickly wiped the smirk off my face and held up my hands in defeat.

"You're excused, girls," Mrs. Haymon whispered as she slowly went back to scratching complex equations onto her ancient chalkboard. I hopped up without a second thought and began to lug my bag out of the large classroom. Mitch snickered at me as I passed him; obviously glad that I had got caught this time and not him. Admittedly I didn't even know what I got caught for. I whacked the back of his head before exiting the room. Luckily my should-be-retired teacher didn't even hear the loud thunk my hand made as it collided with Mitch's big head. I laughed as I stepped out into the hall. Hitting things always made me feel good. Unfortunately the feeling did not last long because before I could even shut the classroom door, Blossom went straight to chewing me out.

"Alright, what did you do?" Blossom sighed as she began to strut beside me, arms crossed tightly over her light pink V-neck. Bubbles kept her mouth shut as she migrated to my other side. Smart move. Whenever Blossom starts, it's awfully hard to get her to stop.

"I actually don't know." I stated truthfully. The last few days after school I was either practicing with Mitch for soccer try outs or trying to get my grades up. There's no room for slip ups considering try outs are in just a few weeks and I need to make varsity. My life as an athlete practically depends on it.

"What's that supposed to mean? You have to know! I'm sick of getting dragged out of class for your shenanigans, Buttercup!"

I held back the urge to giggle at Blossom's use of the word shenanigans. I took a slide glance at Bubbles to confirm that she was doing the same thing. I mean really, how old was she? Thankfully our little Ms. Perfect was too distracted by her rant to even notice Bubbles and I's reddening faces.

"I'm going to ask you one more time. What did you do?"

Typical Blossom.

"Look Red," I groaned. "I swear, if I knew why the principal was calling us I'd tell you, but I don't know. I haven't done anything stupid lately. Been too busy practicing for soccer to even consider getting detention."

Blossom rolled her eyes, but took a deep breath as we stopped in front of Principal Dockam's door. That was a good sign. That meant she was cooling off.

"Well, if you don't even know why we're getting called, who's to say we're in trouble?" Bubbles finally piped up while smiling brightly.

Typical Bubbles. Doesn't she know by now? I'm always in trouble.

Before I could respond to either of my annoying sisters, the principal's booming voice could be heard from outside his office.

"Trouble? Girls, come on in, no one is in trouble."

"What was he doing, eavesdropping?" I mumbled before Blossom reached for the door, making it a pint to glare in my direction as she did so.

"Once the door was fully opened, I received argumentatively the biggest surprise in my life. No doubt in my mind that my sisters felt the same way. My eyes caught sight of the three things I hoped to never see again: fiery red hair hidden under a dark red cap, black spikes sticking up in all directions and a head of sandy messy hair. There sitting in front of us were the three stupid Jojo brothers.

They all turned to face my sisters and me at the same time. Brick still looked angry as ever, Butch had that annoying smirk plastered all over his face as he practically bounced in his seat while Boomer seemed the calmest out of the three and avoided the slightest amount of eye contact. I was the first to speak.

"Oh hell no."

"Language, Buttercup," Blossom snapped without so much as looking in my direction. Her bright pink eyes were focused solely on Brick. Brick's mouth flickered at her comment before going back to his weird expression that was a mixture of anger and boredom. How he was able to convey both emotions at the same time was beyond me.

"Well hello to you too," Butch chuckled. I instantly picked up on his drastic voice change. He had changed a lot since we were five. His face lost its childish roundness and his eyes weren't as bright as they used to be. He looked empty to say the least. "I see you all have matured rather nicely."

Still an ass. No surprise there.

"Don't start with me, you perv," I shot back at him, ready to fight him right then and there. "Why are you back? Why are they back?"

"That's enough," Principal Dockam cleared his throat. "I see you six remember each other."

"Hard to forget the boys who tried to kill you, Sir. Repeatedly." Bubbles mumbled. I watched as Boomer's eyes flickered up from the floor at the sound of her voice.

"Don't you think that's a bit of an exaggeration?" Principal Dockam asked gently.

Typical Principal Dockam. Sure, Bubbles gets the gentle voice while I get screamed at. I'm not even the enemy here!

"Yeah, that's all in the past, toots. We've come to get a good ol high school education. Isn't that right, boys?"

"Shut up, Butch." Both Boomer and Brick sighed. Brick was rubbing his temple. Man did he look a lot like Blossom right now. Speaking of Blossom, I'm surprised she hasn't begun lecturing in her shrill voice. Her eyes were still fixed on Brick, as if waiting for him to pounce. She sighed as she shook her head and then finally spoke up.

"Excuse me, Sir, but why are we here?"

"Right! Well, as you can see the Jojo brothers are new to our school. They need people to show them around." Principal Dockam explained.

"Lemme stop you right there, Sir. I refuse to be anywhere near these boys. Especially Butch."

"Hey!"

"Zip it, Spike." I rolled my eyes but internally laughed at my own cleverness. Spike. That was gonna stick.

"Buttercup is right. We don't exactly get along." Blossom reasoned.

"That's an understatement." Brick suddenly chuckled as he leaned back into his seat. "Look. We just came here to start over. No hard feelings. We're not the same bullies you met when you were five. We've grown up. Now, we can all be mature about this, or you girls can go on hating us for the rest of your lives. Your choice."

"I choose to be immature, thank you very much and goodbye." I smiled as I turned for the door.

"Buttercup," Principal Dockam's stern voice tempted me to keep going, but I sighed and stopped in my tracks as I remembered soccer try outs. Walking out wasn't going to do me any good. I did not need a detention right now. "Girls, I know this isn't your ideal situation, but the boys are making an effort."

"What's in it for us?" I prompted as I turned back around.

"I was thinking some extra credit. Not to mention you'll be cutting class to give the boys a tour."

"You drive a hard bargain, Dockam." I mumbled. "Fine, I'll do it. I could use the extra credit."

"I could too." Bubbles sighed.

"Technically I don't but I guess it couldn't hurt." Blossom mumbled more to herself than any of us. I took notice of Brick's eye roll at her comment.

"Very good! Well off you go! Glad we figured this out." Principal Dockam smiled brightly as he ushered us all out into the hall then abruptly shut his door.

What a great start to the year.

Thank you all for reading the first chapter of my very first ppg FanFic. I already know this story is just going to be so much fun to write. Please remember to take the time to review, it would mean so much to me! :)

PS - I know this chapter is super short, but they'll get longer as I go on!