Author's Notes:
Yep, I know, it's been a while. But alas, this actually worked out for this story, considering it gave me more time to think of exactly where I wanted to go and I'm quite satisfied. Not much actually changed in the way of how it would turn out, especially outcome wise, but I did change the pacing and went back and corrected a few things.

Not much else to say other than I'm really sorry for the long delay: life kinda sucks when you don't have a lot of time to do stuff. That's no way an excuse but honestly, between my artwork, work, and my own love life, I barely had time to do anything else other then worry about crap and stress out. But considering I'm taking a break from art, changing jobs (fixing most of my stress), and my love life rocks more than ever, I've had time to update my stories.

Shooting_Star, since this story was for you, I have to give you my utmost apologizes and grovel before your patient awesomeness with me. I'm really sorry I made you and everyone else reading this story wait so long and all I can say is that I'm really grateful for you and anyone else that stuck out and awaited the update.

So please, put the pitch forks and fire away. Pretty please?

In any case, I hope you enjoy the new chapter. It's a wee bit on the long side so grab a snack and drink before you begin. XD

Fear of the Unknown
Chapter Two: Let the Games Begin. Well. Sort of.

Narrator:

"To say that the Rowdyruff Boys little scheme was 'easier said than done' would be the biggest understatement of the decade. Half the day was already wasted and really, neither boy had made any real progress toward their ultimate goal…"

It began that morning with Boomer:

The trio of boys had gotten to the hangar pretty early by their normal standards. Most of the Senior class had already assembled there, gawking and awwing at Princess's impressive line of private jets, airplans and helicopters.

The snotty red head was of course, basking in all the limelight, smirking and giggling at the constant envy and compliments, flicking her curly red hair that she now wore down instead of in pigtails. As soon as she saw the trio she gave a little wave, more so at Brick who only arched his brow at her before the trio found their own little space to 'hang'.

Then the Powerpuff Girls showed up.

First was Buttercup, who landed with an impressive front flip on top of one of the airplanes, completely ignoring Princess's shrieks for her to get down just as Bubbles landed in a dainty fashion next to her, exclaiming that she'd cheated somehow angrily. Buttercup only smirked, admitting that she was just the better athlete of the two and that her hair was still 'aerodynamic' and the blond should think about putting her hair down.

The pair began to argue until their leader appeared, who immediately started scolding them for leaving her behind and as usual, she and the Buttercup began to arguing.

The blond just stood there watching them for a moment, her pleas for them to stop arguing falling on deaf ears until she finally got bored with it all and started walking away from them aimlessly, twirling a piece of her hair absently.

Boomer completely ignored whatever his brothers were talking about in favor of focusing on his prey. She was practically alone, vulnerable, and even he had to admit, pretty damn hot looking today.

Perfect.

"Watch and learn assholes," he announced, effectively ending his brother's conversation as he pushed his bangs out of his eyes to show case his shining sapphire pools of awesomeness before he simply floated over to her and tapped her on the shoulder.

She made a curious sound before turning to look at him and in turn, he gave her his award winning-girl fainting smile of handsomeness, white teeth seemingly to shine in the brilliant sun. He knew the wind was blowing his bangs a little, giving him an even hotter look as his eyes were just barely visible now (Which defeated the point of trying to get his bangs out of them in the first place but this was Boomer, so who questions his logic…) and by damn, he knew he picked some pretty rocking clothing to wear that day so he was, for lack of a better word, female eye candy.

And considering a lot of her cheerleading friends, were slowly inching their way over now to see what he could possibly be talking to her about, giggling and giving him secret looks of desire, he'd say his assumption was 100% correct.

"Hey." he replied in a soft, silky voice and her girlfriends practically squealed his ears off--they weren't really loud but together, they were one big sound of annoyance.

The blond however, didn't look all that impressed. She only put a hand on her hip and pointing at him, frowned. "Boomer, I swear, if you lift up my skirt today or pull my hair…"

"Oh come on babe, chill out," he laughed softly, thinking to himself that he wouldn't mind seeing what pair of nice lacy underwear she'd gone with today--but all in good time. "I just wanted to talk to you Bubbles. You know…get to know you and stuff."

She watched him a moment longer before finally rolling her eyes a little as if she was almost embarrassed and smiled. "Oh…well okay," she replied in a sweet but still slightly weary tone and Boomer cocked his head to the side. "Shy today Bubbles?"

"I'm not shy…just…it's you…and…," she muttered putting her hands behind her back and glanced over at her friends, sharing some kind of 'You Go Girl!' look before they giggled and 'cheered her on', causing the girl to turn back to him, looking more confident. "It's nothing really."

A mild bit of hostility but a hint of flirtation…time to soften his sugar then move in for the kill.

"Well that's good," he stated, softly reaching over and taking her hand into his, pulling her a little closer to him and gently, ever so gently, lifted her head to look at him, massaging just below the chin a little with his finger in a playful manner. Her cheeks reddened and he smirked.

What could he say? He knew he had skills and Bubbles was just one of his many, many prey. It's only because of her weak, girlish ways that she'd fall to his charm--it was just the way the world worked. But then again, guys only wished they could be as good as he was with the ladies…maybe he'd teach a class…

"Cause I really wanted to sit next to you on the jet," he said in soft whisper, his smirk softening into a charming, meaningful smile. Bubbles made a cute, almost mewl of a reply while her friends giggled and gushed rapidly, watching the pair to see what would happen next.

"Well erm…actually I was just going to fly…without the erm…jet…"

"That's too bad," Boomer replied softly clicking his tongue playfully as he gave her a sad look, which in turn, made her look regretful.

Like a moth to the flame…

Then 'suddenly', he brightened up and pulling her right into his arms, wrapping his arms around her waist and stated. "Then what about flying with me?"

"R-Really?" Bubbles gushed, her cheeks a deep shade of crimson as her friends giggled and some even started doing an odd dance and hugging. He gave her his award winning smile again. "Sure," then he leaned in, bringing his face an inch away from hers, staring into her eyes. "But only if you want to…"

"…Meh, not too bad," he heard Brick mutter and Butch simply snorted. "Heh. Not too gay."

He heard them both start snickering but only smirked a little. He knew they were watching and he knew they were jealous: here it was only a few minutes after they'd first seen the girls and he was already reaching first base with his--or rather would in a matter of seconds. He'd be pretty damn jealous too if he were them.

Bubbles gave him a sweet smile, her turquoise blue eyes shining as she simply nodded and gave a little giggle. Boomer gave her a seductive smirk as he leaned his head in, going in for the kill and she gave a small gasp, her lips parting slightly as her eyes soften and became heavy lidded the closer his lips came to hers.

As easy as putting butter on toast--or at least, it should have been.

One minute his lips are this close from tasting sweet bliss (and getting himself one step closer under that skirt of hers) and the next thing he knows, he feels himself being picked up from behind and thrown completely in the other direction!

"And you stay away from my sister, jerk-off!" Buttercup screamed as he went soaring through the air and landed face first in pavement, a few students bursting into laughter while Bubbles stood behind her sister, giving him a worried look. He growled a little under his breath as he picked himself up, looking up in time to see his brothers practically collapsing in laughter, pointing at him. Assholes.

"Bubbles, get over here," Buttercup muttered under her breath as she took the blonds' wrist, dragged her back over to where Blossom and their three suitcases stood waiting, the latter of the sister glaring at Buttercup in disapproval. He watched Bubbles glance over at him, giving a shy small and small wave which he returned until Buttercup's face cut into his view of the blond, a deep scowl on her face as she mouthed 'Beatdown!' continuing to pull Bubbles after her again.

"You know, lesbians shouldn't be allowed to cock block people when it's their sister!" he snapped angrily after them and before he could blink a green flash of light was charging at him and pinning him to one of the planes, making a small dent as she banged his head against the aircraft.

"What did you call me?" she snarled angrily and he only sneered at her. "Les-bi-an. Want me to say it slower? Spell it out for you?" he asked sarcastically through narrowed eyes and a few students around them started sniggering or egging it on.

She raised her fist, ready to connect it with his face before it was stopped, not surprisingly by his own version of violence induced rage inbound in green known as his brother Butch, who effectively caught said fist and swung the girl violently away, twisting her arms behind her back and pulling her close.

Boomer only shrugged, smoothing his clothing back into place and watching with mild curiosity, as Buttercup struggled to free herself while Butch only smirked a smug ridiculing smirk before muttering close to the girl's ear, "Now if you're a good little girl today, daddy won't have to give you a spanking…"

Boomer snorted and Buttercup bucked and kicked her leg back, connecting with Butch's knee and after freeing herself, punched him in the gut before storming off, giving him the middle finger at the same time the raven haired boy called her a bitch and began laughing at her. Boomer watched as the girl met up with her sisters, who appeared to be coming over to assist her, then after some muttering and name calling back at Butch, she picked up her suitcase and went straight into the air, a stream of lime green light following her. Blossom to the moment to glare from Boomer to Butch in warning before she took, took the skies in a stream of blinding pink light that was finally followed by turquoise blue.

But not before Bubbles gave the boy a withering look, causing Boomer to roll eyes and sigh.

Greeeaaat.

But that wasn't the only time 'Operation: Bang Bubbles' had blown up in his face that day.

He tried again once they'd gotten to the island. The boys went to their designated cabin, all except Brick who decided he didn't feel like swimming and instead went straight to the lake while he and Butch immediately jumped into their swimming trunks and made their way to the large body of water as well.

Butch immediately met up with his football buddies and they started a small game while he walked around the shore, ignore all the flirtatious smiles, giggles, and waves in favor of finding a certain blond haired pig tailed girl.

It took ten minutes before he finally caught sight of her sitting by the lake with her sisters: the red head was sitting right beside her, pretending to listen to the blond talk about something, nodding her head every once and awhile or making a sound to show she agreed or disapproved when necessary. The raven haired one of the trio was close by, playing water volleyball with a few other classmates, giving a pumped scream of fury after spiking a guy in the face with the ball and ultimately, winning the point.

Boomer frowned. There had to be a way to get the blond away from the mother hens and out of her panties. He thought--yes thought--for a moment, sucking at his teeth a bit, rolling his eyes up a little as a plan formulated in his head before smirking.

So picking up a rock from the ground, he smacked Bubbles in the back of the head with it, making the girl cry out and glare in his direction in disapproval. He motioned for the girl to be quiet and pointed at her two sisters then gestured her over. She blinked at him for a moment before sighing and muttered an excuse to the red head, began to walk over.

Boomer smirked practically deviously: all he had to do once she came over was convince the girl to the other side of the lake for a swim, where they could be alone and it would be quiet. Then sweet talk her--if this morning was any indication, that wouldn't be hard to do at all--until he could finally get her to sleep with him. Even if it wasn't today, he was sure he could get a damn good start on it. Way better than his brothers anyway.

She was only a few feet away from him now and giving his award winning smile again--he should really have that patented--ready to seal the deal and win this thing--but then her stupid ass cheerleading friends had to jump in the way--no literally, they cart wheeled and jumped in her path, babbling about practicing some cheers and before he knew it or could protest, she was getting dragged away from him.

A-gain.

"Damn it!" he cried in annoyance--before a volleyball smacked him hard in the face, followed by a call of "Out of bounds!"

Meanwhile, while Boomer lead Bubbles away from the lake, Brick took the opportunity to take the blond's previous seat by Blossom, watching her intently until she finally looked up over her book at him for a moment and rolling her eyes, went back to reading.

Brick arched his eyebrow and watched her a few moments longer as she continued to read some nerdy text book--until her book met a unfortunate 'accident' with his laser vision.

"Hey!" she snapped angrily, glaring at him and he shrugged. "Don't ignore me."

"I ignore you because I don't want to talk acknowledge your existence!" she snapped. "You're nothing more than a--"

"Blah blah blah, yawn yawn yawn," he replied with a yawn literally, cutting her off before smirking at her. "You done talking yet? Because I have to admit, you can be kinda boring Red."

"I--you--don't call me that!" she snapped angrily and he snorted in ridicule. "What's wrong with 'Red'?"

"My name is 'Blossom'!" she snapped and he shrugged again, pointing. "Red hair, red bow, it's my favorite color and I call you whatever I want. So 'Red' it is."

She sputtered a reply for a moment before finally giving a cry of anguish, and getting to her feet, attempted to storm off. Brick only watched her with mild amusement, a smug look on his face. Oh how he loved to get under the girl's skin. It was so easy and she looked so flustered. In an odd way, it made her look a little hotter--and man, did she need all the help she could get in that department.

But alas, this wasn't about which of his brothers could piss each girl off the most. He had a task to perform and he wasn't getting any closer to the goal this way.

"Come on Red, don't be that way," he snorted and she only glared back at him before continuing to storm off. "Leave me alone, jerk!"

"But," he began, finally catching up to her and grabbing her by the wrist, making her pause and glare back at him. He gave her his most convincing, easy going smirk he had---which somehow still made him look devious, must be the eyes--and pulled the girl closer to him with a small jerking tug, making her yelp a little and glare at him annoyed.

"Look…hey…I'm sorry," he began with a sigh, looking guilty as he watched her unwavering stone glare. "I'm trying the best I can and well…I mean…"

He looked down at his feet for a minute and he felt her eyes on him.

Good.

"Well I just, I mean…I don't really know how to do this Red…"

"Blossom."

"…I mean all I really wanted to do was…I dunno…ask you out?"

Silence.

"On…a erm…date," he muttered softly, looking vulnerable.

Heh. Him. Vulnerable…

He watched her face falter and she gave him a blank stare before she narrowed her eyes at him and gave him a disbelieving gaze. "Oh really."

"Yes really," he replied gently, once again yanking the girl uncomfortably close to him, holding on to her wrist tightly. "Come on Red, who else would date you?"

Damn. That one slipped out.

"Wow, since you put it that way," she snapped sarcastically, pulling away from him but laughing (that slipped out too) he yanked her back, holding on to either wrist with each hand and cocking his head to the side a little. "I didn't mean it like that. I just mean that no one else should want to date you since I'm the perfect guy and you don't need anyone else."

"And I repeat: since you put it that way," she snapped again, once again trying to pull herself free and he once again pulled her back. Honestly, Brick didn't know why it was so hard to be affectionately nice to the girl honestly, but then again, yeah he did. It was Blossom, a girl he'd spent years trying irk, annoy and well let's face it: destroy. Literally. It was practically second nature to go straight to insults.

But again, he had to admit, seeing her get flared up only managed to turn him on a bit more. He almost made a face at the sheer thought that the girl could actually turn him on.

"Come on Red--"

"My name is not 'Red'! For the last time, it's BLOSSOM! B-L-O-S-S-O-M!" she snapped angrily and he…well he laughed, only further infuriating her until she once again, gave a strangled yelp of frustration and tried pulling away from him again.

And once again, he pulled her right back but this time, she was having none of that. "Let go!" she warned, giving him 'The Stare'.

"Go out with me then," he demanded in a cold, haughty manner, that smirk on his face never wavering one iota, really giving off that 'evil douche bag' affect quite well. She gave him an annoyed stare for a moment before narrowing her eyes again. "Has HIM been experimenting on you again?"

He stared at her partially confused then deciding he didn't care where she was going with that--nor did he want to know considering she brought up HIM--he continued instead.

"I'm serious Re-erm--Blossom," he replied in a calm, soft tone, giving her a charming smile that actually rivaled Boomer's. Oh yeah. He was sinking that low. "Let's hang out today. We'll swim, grab something to eat, then tonight, do whatever. Just the two of us. Who the hell knows, you might actually have a good time."

She only glared at him and he shrugged. "It's better than reading some lame book. Don't blow me off until--"

'Don't say "until after the first date". Or hell actually, that would be pretty awesome. Slutty, but awesome…'

"--after you've gotten to know me. You might like what you find. You never know." he said softly, in a genuine tone with a smile that followed, though not quite as genuine.

She stared at him for a moment, cocking her head to the side as if she were trying to decide whether he was being serious before finally, casting a side glance of defeat, sighed and nodded. "Okay."

He cocked his eyebrow only gawking at her in disbelief. "Okay?"

"I guess…if you really mean it…I'll spend the day with you," Blossom agreed, giving a him a toothless smile. Brick smirked. "Great, nice to see your not always a stick in the mud."

Damn those slip out insults!

She blinked at him, looking furious for a moment before seeming like something had dawned on her then giggled. "Oh right! 'Stick in the mud'! Your funny."

He faked a laugh right along with her, nodding and thanking whatever he had to that she'd taken the insult like a joke, though his smile did falter a little as she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned into him, batting her lashes at him.

He had to fight not to pull away from her…that was practically second nature as well. If he was the initiating aggressor, that was one thing. But her coming on to him quite that strong, especially so soon made him a little uneasy. He arched his brow. "I'm not gonna blow up if that's what your hoping," he warned. "That doesn't work anymore, remember?"

"I'm not gonna kiss you Brick, you haven't earned that yet, remember?" she shot back playfully, giggling.

Hmm. Something could be wrong with this picture…

"Well," he began slowly, still smirking but watching her carefully now. "In any case, I'm glad you see it my way."

"Oh Brick," she said softly, leaning to stand on her tip toes and his eyes widened a little. Well hot damn, he was going to get to first base and so soon! He didn't know who put what in her coffee this morning but by all means, if it made winning bets this easy, they could just keep on doing it. "I'll always see things your way."

…Until she said that. Oh yeah…something was definitely wrong here.

"And I'd love to go out on a date with you!"

Couldn't be more wrong with this picture unless HIM dressed in drag and wore make up. Wait a minute…

"Really," he asked flatly and she nodded, giving him an Eskimo kiss and looking deep into his crimson eyes. "Really…"

And here it comes…

"That is to say…"

Yeeeep. He braced his balls…just in case. Girls always seemed to go straight for the treasure chest. Whores.

"When pigs fly!" she snapped, before leaping up and kicking him in the chest, knocking him off his balance and with the nice heave, shoved him hard toward the lake and into the water hard, making him fly a few yards before he finally landed.

'Hmm…that went as expected,' he thought sarcastically to himself but mentally gave himself a pat on the back. He'd gotten everything he needed to know out of the girl and exactly what he'd need to beat the snot out of brothers in this bet.

He let himself sink for a moment, contemplating his next move for a moment before coming up for air. Blossom had just made one hell of a mistake humiliating him in front of their peers like this…

His red eyes glowed with malice as he slowly rose out of the murky depths, floating over the rippling liquid as he glared daggers at her and she gave him a satisfied smirk.

"You had to be crazy if you thought I'd fall for your tricks! Though I'll have to consider that date, since a pig just flew," she joked, waving him off and putting her nose into the air as she walked away, probably back to her cabin.

Brick only glared after her for a moment, listening to the sounds of mirthful ridicule from his follow classmates before rolling his eyes and sighing.

He took a good look at himself--he was soaked and the breeze was friggin cold--and with a small growl of annoyance, began to float back to the shore, the gears of his plans to win this bet now shifting more into a way to ultimately humiliate Blossom in the process--began to turn a little faster.

Not that he was all that pissed about the entire incident. It was just the principle of the matter and the bitch really needed to get knocked off her high horse and into her proper place.

But he did at least very least with this little incident get a general idea of how the girl's mind worked, which was the entire point of the confrontation. Honestly, he would have been a little disappointed if it had worked--he at the very least, wanted to think his prey was worthy of his attention and wouldn't be that easy of a catch. It made the win all the more satisfying.

He calmly floated his way back on shore, taking a moment to punch the face of some guy that was the closest to him once he landed, effectively making everyone else around them stop laughing. Well that was one way to get it done. Well, except for his brothers.

He shot Butch a glare first, who had just stopped playing his game in time to catch the entire fiasco, then he concentrated on Boomer as he sat next to him, the blond laying on his back in a lazy fashion, still yakking it up until Brick, finally having enough, punched him hard in chest. Boomer coughed a bit and glared at him before they both turned their attention back to Butch., who was just making his way into the water and toward his own prey.

And what a failed attempt it was for the poor raven haired teen.

Apparently, after winning his small football game and making fun of Brick, he decided it would be a good idea to join the volleyball game, via pulling some poor sap out of the game and tossing him clear across the lake.

This of course, got the attention of the entire game to which he only shrugged and announced with a smirk "Looks like your player short. But don't worry: I want in."

Most of the girls smiled in approval--let's face it: his hair was already wet and his emerald eyes were flaring bright and 'pretty'. That smirk of his just added to the attraction and for the love of everything Townsville, he wasn't wearing his shirt. So slightly tan skin and a nice six pack for everyone!

Who wouldn't want to see that play volleyball?

Apparently, not Buttercup.

"Get the hell off my team," she snapped, slamming her ball down into the water and ignore the cries of protest as some of her teammates were splashed with water. "Get the stick out of your ass," he laughed, giving her a taunting smirk. "You know I'm best thing that could happen to your sorry excuse of a team. And besides: you're a man down."

"Then I'll take Mitch and you get on that team," she snapped and Mitch snorted. "Screw that! I'm captain of this ship and I ain't givin it up!" She gave him the death glare but two of her soccer mates only rubbed her back a little and gave sympathetic smiles. "Just let him play on our team Buttercup, we're already set to win, he's like having extra credit!"

"Listen to the ladies, they know a good thing when they see it." he announced, taking the ball and hitting it over to the other side, laughing as the ball collided with Floyd's, one of the twins that always hung out with Mitch, chest. Her friends gave a little sigh and after making a comment about his butt, giggled to which Buttercup completely ignored and muttered under her breath.

Butch only puckered his lips her way and arched his brow suggestively, making her sneer and turn away from him. He knew it was just eating her up to have to play with him but even she had to be honest with herself: everyone knew Butch was the God to her Goddess of sports.

The game had actually gone well at first. They'd blocked every point the other team tried to dish out, though Mitch kept calling 'fowl' on Butch because he kept 'accidentally' hitting the players as hard as he could spike the ball in the head. They'd even gathered a crowd to watch, Princess dictating herself as score keeper as a way to flaunt her ridiculously skimpy bathing suit, purple with gold trimming, that even Butch had to admit was pretty damn hot.

His brothers were sitting at the shore cheering him on--or rather laughing every time he tried to give someone a concussion--and the blond bimbo was leading the other hot but equally dumb bimbos in cheers, not hiding the fact that she was rooting for her sister's team.

Yep, everything was great. Until it came time for their team to serve the ball.

They'd both gone for the ball and immediately, started a tug of war with it, already making their teammates and even a few teens on the other team--clear across the net mind you-- back away from them. It was more than obvious what would follow and no one wanted to be in the way…

"Give me the ball!" Buttercup snarled and Butch only smirk mischievously. "Alright," he announced as innocently as he could before completely releasing the ball--causing the girl to hit herself right in the face with it and ultimately, fall back into the water, making him and quite a few others laugh.

"Hey!" Bubbles cried from the shore, frowning at him but he wasn't concerned. He just needed Buttercup to do what she did best for this plan of his to work. And she didn't disappoint.

She immediately tossed the ball to the side, her lime green eyes trained on a set of emerald ones as he continued to mock her before with a low growl, she tackled him by the waist into the water, Butch just catching her fist before it connected with his face and with a grunt, easily flipped the girl over, ending up on top of her.

"Did you forget I'm stronger than you," he hissed arrogantly and snarling a little, she kneed his stomach, only causing him a to grunt a little before lifting her a little and slamming her back in the water. He knew it wouldn't hurt her--it was Buttercup--but there had to be an established sense of dominance here. And there was no damn way he was going to let some girl have that over him.

"Get offa me!" she snarled angrily as he pinned her wrist by her head, placing a lot of his weight on her waist and sides, struggling to keep her down. He knew it was only a matter of time before she broke away and tried to kill him so better get the job done now.

He only stared at her for a moment, contemplating whether he really wanted to do this. I mean--it was Buttercup and there were a lot of other girls that were way hotter that he could kiss. He felt her loosening his grip on her wrist and that made his mind up for him.

Without warning, feeling all eyes on him, he planted a kiss right on the girl's lips, effectively making everything around the pair stop, including her struggling. He heard gasps, a few guys cat call, her sister squeal in horror, and he felt her stiffen quite a bit under him.

Well…that was one way to catch her off guard and damn it, he'd gotten to first base so at least he'd accomplished something. And honestly…it wasn't so bad. Her lips were soft…or whatever. He kinda of…well…liked the way they felt against his. So much so that when she parted her lips a little to give her protest, he took the opportunity to ravage her mouth completely, his tongue dancing with hers aggressively as she had the nerve to try to fight him for dominance on this. He nipped her bottom lip possessively, making the girl issue a soft moan before he took over the aggressive kiss again completely, letting it last a few more seconds before finally he pulled away, studying his target.

She was glaring at him as if he was some sort of alien, her eyes wider than normal, her pupils smaller in size than usual, panting softly, her cheeks flushed with pink. Oh yeah…daddy knew how to put the moves on her. He may not be some 'Casanova' like Boomer but who needed that when you had raw talent?

"So…" he asked in a low, almost seductive voice, watching her cheeks darken a little as she still looked confused on what to do--or maybe she was so pissed that she wasn't sure what to hit first. Either way, before he could stop himself, his voice went flat and he asked bluntly: "Does this mean your not a lesbian now? Cause you know, a great way to show your appreciation and give me credit for changing you around? Sticking my dick in your mout--"

"Dude," he heard Boomer snort lowly as both he and Brick immediately started laughing just as a firm knee to the groan effectively knocked the wind out of him, ending whatever else was going to come out of his mouth and giving Buttercup plenty of time to finally get her wrists free and kick him away from her, knocking him back in to the water.

"My…balls…you…bitch…!" he grunted and snarled through the pain, holding himself as everyone around watched the entire scene slightly shocked, not really knowing what to do but stay back.

"Going…to…kill…you!" she snarled in rage before like a wild cat, she pounced on him, straddling him before delivering a good right hook to his left eye...

Oh yeah. This was gonna get ugly.

"That pretty much ends that," Brick laughed, watching Buttercup pick Butch up and body slam him back into the water before the pair began issuing a series of blows at one another then yawning in boredom, got to his feet and started for their cabin before turning back to Boomer and frowning. "Coming stupid?"

Boomer began to answer until he saw Bubbles, finally giving up trying to break up Butch and Buttercup, looking at her watch and seemingly alarmed, ran to get her things and in the opposite direction.

"Nope, got something else to do," he smirked and Brick only snorted in ridicule , making a rather nasty comment under his breath before walking off alone. The blond ignored him as he made his way over to Bubbles.

Maybe his previous plan could work out after all. She had been cheering in her bathing suit so it wasn't like he'd have to wait around for her to change: just invite her to go swimming--preferably across the lake where no one else was around--and go from there.

Where ever that might be. And boy did he have ideas…

"Bubbles!"

She paused, turning around in wonder to see who'd called her before frowning a little but nevertheless, waited for him to reach her, putting her hands behind her back again, the towel only visible when the wind blew it gently to the right side. "Your brother is a jerk."

"Yeah well, your sister should be less of a lesbian and maybe she wouldn't freak out when guys kiss her," he announced nonchalantly. She glared at him. "My sister is not a lesbian! You and your brothers are just rude, obnoxious jerks!"

"Aw, just forget about that and come on," he replied, gently taking her hand and pulling her in the opposite direction but she pulled her hand away. "No! Why would I go anywhere with you? Where are we even going?" she asked bewildered and he tossed back his smile of awesomeness. "Because I'm hot and I'm gonna take you swimming."

"Ugh! Shallow jerk!" she snapped, yanking her hand away from him again and before he could protest, hitting him in the face with her towel. "I wouldn't go swimming with you if you were the last Octi on Earth!"

"Why are you being so di--the last what?" he asked bewildered.

"Octi!" she snapped then pulled her old stuff polka-dotted octopus out of her bag. "Octi! I wouldn't date you if you were the last one of these!"

He took one look at the doll and snorting, burst into wild laughter. "You still play with one of those? Come on Bubbles, how much of a baby can you be? Not even being hot makes up for that!"

"Raaaahhh!" she shrieked, smacking him hard in the face with Octi, knocking him over and flat on his ass before snatching up her bag, stormed off angrily. "Like I'd swim with you and give up a chance to swim with--"

"Bubbles?"

She paused and the pair looked up to see Mike Believe standing there--or rather leaning over to pick up her towel that she'd forgotten before giving the girl a smile and handing it to her. "Ready to swim?"

"Yes. I. Am!" she replied, punctuating each word and left with Mike, who tossed Boomer a curious look before smiling at Bubbles and talking about something Boomer could give two craps about because he was already pissed that he'd just been dumped for a loser like Mike.

Mike Believe! How craptastical of a name was that anyway!? And who gave that loser the right to try to walk in on his territory anyway?

Okay, yeah sure, Mike was a nice guy. Almost a little 'too' sweet if one could catch a drift. And just about all the girls outright at least adored him, if not wanted to date him because he was an 'intellectual', whatever that meant.

He was gifted in the arts, like music and paintings and let's face it, he could rival Boomer in 'Hottest Guy in the Class' department, thanks to his stupid innocent look, shaggy brown hair and according to Princess 'deep, soulful eyes'.

Really, the prance of a jerk could have just about any girl in the class with that 'sensitivity' crap yet he has to go after Bubbles. True, the pair had been friends since kindergarten and that had only strengthened and grown. And yeah, it wasn't a big secret Mike had a crush on the blond to which she seemed to be completely oblivious to. And okay, maybe Boomer had just been an entirely huge jerk to the girl and Mike barely had to try… but honestly…why couldn't Mike try making his target some other hot girl instead?

Boomer picked himself off the ground and called it quits--for now-- and finally retreated to the cabin.

He wasn't surprised to find that he was the second to arrive back, with Brick being the first. The red head looked highly annoyed as he took his soaked shirt over his head and tossed it to the ground, before pulling his clinging hair from his nude back and shaking it out.

Boomer decided to just lay out in the grass, letting the cool breeze kiss his skin, closing his eyes for a moment and putting his arms behind his head before after a moment of silence, he finally began a conversation.

"Hey Brick, tough day?" Boomer asked innocently, one eye open to watch the red head. Brick paused in his task to look at Boomer with an unreadable expression before he picked up his shirt and chucked it at his face, hitting his mark rather hard thanks to the water.

"Does that answer your question?" Brick asked sarcastically, continuing his task of pulling his hair away from his body and wringing it out, shaking himself again before sighing and snatching his shirt up, began to wring it out.

Boomer opened his mouth to give a smart ass reply but he was interrupted by an angry yell that sent birds flying off from the trees. Neither boy looked in said direction since they knew exactly who it was. Sure enough, the still angry raven haired boy came over the small hill and toward their cabin.

"I can't believe that bitch punched me in the face!" Butch snarled in anger once he was close enough, while Brick stood in nothing more than his boxers and hat now, ringing out his drenched pants.

He paused in this task and Boomer looked up to focus on the nice shiner over his left eye and both burst into laughter, making the raven haired boy see red. "It's not fucking funny!"

"Yeah, it really is," Brick said simply, smirking maliciously as he snapped his pants, satisfied with the result before laying them out to dry along with his shirt and moving on to his hat.

"What kind of girl punches a guy in the face because of a kiss anyway?" Butch snapped insistently. "She should have been happy a guy was kissing her to begin with! It's not like they're lining up to kiss her or love her or anything!"

"Yeah, because nothing says "I Love You!" like statutory rape," Brick announced sarcastically and Butch glared at him. "If she's old enough to open her legs, then she's old enough to have something stuck between them--"

"And where'd you learn that sense of logic genius?" Brick snorted but Butch ignored him to continue. "--and I did not try to rape her stupid!"

"No, but asking a girl if she's still a lesbian or if she was ready to put a dick in her mouth? Probably not the best way to win a date dude," Boomer snorted and Butch threw something close to him--he didn't know what it was and didn't care, as long as it was hard--at Boomer, smirking in satisfaction once the blond cried "Ow!"

"The blond douche bag has a point," Brick stated in boredom as he took his hat of and rung it out, watching in annoyance as red dyed water dripped on to the grass. "Not too bright of a move."

"Like you can talk," Butch snorted in ridicule. "All you did was insult your girl until she threw you in the lake!"

"And I got everything I wanted accomplished out of it," Brick replied matter of factly, smirking a little and his brothers glanced at each other bewildered until he Brick focused his attention on Boomer. "And at least I didn't fail three times."

"Hey, at least Bubbles actually likes me," Boomer shot back, pausing to rub his arm. "Sort of. So it won't be too hard for me to win. Unlike you assholes: Buttercup just wants to murder Butch and Blossom hates everything about you!"

Brick only gave a curt laugh, causing both his brother to look at him. "That's the probably with you Boomer: you don't know how to play the game.

"Um…huh?" the blond frowned.

"Your going after your prey the wrong way boys. Boomer, you couldn't be more fake, being sweet to the bimbo one minute then insulting the shit out of her and her family the next. And Butch? A little too aggressive."

"What about you?" Boomer shot back and he arched his brow. "What about me."

"You just insulted Miss Goody Goody until she threw you into the lake, how was that any better than us?" he snapped and Butch smirked. "Better than you. At least I got to first base."

"By force," Boomer shot with a smirk and Butch gave him a warning glare. "You said I couldn't actually force her to have sex with me, you never said I could charm her my own way."

"Charm?! Is that what you' re calling that?" Boomer snorted and started laughing but Brick only contemplated his words and held up his hand. "Actually, he's got a point."

"Huh?" the blond asked, abruptly stopping with his laughter and looking at Brick confused as Butch smirked in triumph. "Buttercup's not a normal girl. So going after her like one isn't the right way to go about it. Can't romance a girl like that the way you do Boomer. She's just like Blossom--she needs…something else. Butch was going about this the right way,"

He shifted his gaze to Boomer than Butch until he was satisfied that they were paying attention and listening before he continued. "The best way--the only way--to defeat our enemies and win is to find their weaknesses. Figure out what exactly makes them tick."

"Em…" Boomer began but Brick continued, cutting him off. "You have to bend those stupid Powerpuff Girls to your will."

He instantly glared at Butch. "Buttercup is just as cocky and aggressive as you are. Your approach was fine but," Brick smirked then said. "Just start with not calling her lesbian. That's usually a turn off."

Butch shrugged and returned the look. "I call it like I see it."

Brick snorted then turned his attention to Boomer. "What your doing is good, just watch how you treat others around her or she'll see right through it and drop you. She's all about her stupid sisters so don't insult them when she's around. Don't be mean to her friends--nothing like that. You know what I mean: date the family like you date the girl."

Boomer looked confused. "So…you want me to flirt with everyone I see then?"

Silence.

Brick gave him a borderline annoyed and unimpressed glare before he smacked him over the head. "No, stupid, it's a figure of speech!"

"Figure…of what?"

Again, silence.

Brick gritted his teeth. " Let me try to simplify this for you: don't be a dick, be a dude. Don't act like a complete asshole like you normally are in front of her sisters or closest friends. Be nice to them. Turn the other cheek--or--when a confrontation comes up, do what she does: resolve it without breaking someone's face, got it?!"

"Ooooh!" he replied, smirking a little before looking over at Butch and glaring at Brick suspiciously. "Wait. Why are you helping us? I thought it was every man for himself?"

"It still is," Brick snorted. "I'm not really 'helping' you two losers all that much. Your still on your own and I have every desire to win this bet just as much as I did yesterday. It was just…a little observation. That's all."

The pair looked at each other then frowned back at Brick. He was up to something and they knew it. "Talk." Butch demanded.

Brick shrugged. "Think of it this way: I don't want you to win, but that doesn't mean I don't want you to succeed."

They looked at one another again but he ignored them and continued. "Why not have a little more fun with this boys? And what's a better way to have 'fun' with the girls then making this a little bit of a more--I dunno--soul crushing experience for them? Get em going, have our fun, then drop em flat?"

His brothers looked at each other then back at him. "Go on…" they said in unison.

"Let's take this thing a little further: just to get the girls going," he explained. "I mean really sell it to em: instead of just trying to sleep with them, lets see if we can actually get them to fall for us. The whole package."

"Like…being a boyfriend," Butch sneered.

"And…being committed," Boomer added, looking equally disturbed. Brick nodded slowly. "Exactly. Make them really believe we want to be with them. Like we're…in love with them or something."

"We've got a weekend dude," Butch snapped sarcastically. "Getting them to sleep with us wouldn't have been as hard cause you know, no strings attached, that's that. But to get a full blown relationship going? That crap takes time."

"Exactly. Then we'll extend the bet," Brick announced, his Chester cat grin becoming wider as his plan began to pull itself together more like puzzle being solved "Instead of a weekend, let's make it two weeks."

"More like a year for you two," Boomer snorted and they both glared at him before Brick continued. "Get the girl to date you, go out with you, sleep with you and fall for you by the Senior Prom in two weeks. Doesn't have to be in that order. First one of us to do it, wins the bet."

"You think you can get the stick in the mud to like you anymore than she did today?" Butch snorted in humor. "She fucking humiliated you in front of everyone! It's obvious your not getting any play out of her. Though I must say: didn't know you could be used as a frisbee!"

"Heh," Brick smirked. "You've been hanging around Buttercup to long: your starting to hit like a girl." Then his eyes drifted up to the ugly ring around his eye. "And your starting to take hits like one too."

"Shut it!" Butch snarled threatening but Brick didn't seem phased. "I'm just saying…you have just as much reason as I do to get a little more out of this then simply winning a bet. Girls--even the ones like Buttercup--are prone to emotional instability. You capture a girl's heart, take it for a ride, then break it? They're never the same. This is your chance to have the ultimate one up on her and get her back for today. You know you wanna do it."

Butch glared at Brick for a moment, the devious smirk never wavering on the red heads face before after thinking about it Butch nodded slowly. "Alright. I'm in. Since you insist, I will be more than happy to beat you and the little dumbass over there at this game. Either way, I'm all about your little plan. Just get ready to cough up an Escalade."

"Riiight," Brick said sarcastically. "Because we all know Buttercup is just dying to date you right now, right daddy?"

Butch threw him a nasty glare before going into the cabin then pausing, "We still get them to do the Walk O' Shame?"

Brick thought for a moment then frowned. "Only if we're around where we can see it. If not, then record it."

"So…erm…what exactly are the rules of the bet now…again?" Boomer asked completely confused and both Brick and Butch sighed. "You have to get the girl to not only sleep with you, but agree to go out with you and get her to actually like you. Like a boyfriend. We're talking calling you, giving you pet names, the works. You have two weeks to get it done by the prom. Extra points if you can get the girl to sleep with you before this weekend is over though."

"And we can break up with them when?" Butch snapped and Brick shrugged. "Anytime after the prom, after we decide the winner."

"…What do the points do?" Boomer demanded and Butch threw his hands up. "I'm gonna go take a nap, my balls need a rest and his stupidity is pissing me off!"

The raven haired teen stormed into their cabin while Brick gave a exasperated sigh. "No, idiot, you don't get actual bonus points--"

"Then what's the point if I got two weeks?" Boomer demanded.

"Bragging rights!" Brick snapped angrily.

"Screw that, I want a prize," Boomer muttered and Brick gave a low growl. "Fine! The first one that sleeps with their girl before the weekend is over, if they can even do it, gets an Escalade!"

"Then what the hell am I suppose to ask for when I beat the shit out of you two?!" Butch snapped, peaking his head back outside the cabin.

"I. Don't. Give a shit!" Brick snapped. "Damn it, ask for HIM to wear a thong and bra for all I care--"

"Eww," both Butch and Boomer replied together before Butch smirked and cried "Jinx!" and smacked Boomer hard in the head with a football, making him grunt in pain.

"--just shut the hell up and think up something else!" Brick finished, glaring at each boy before rolling his eyes and continuing to dry his clothing. Butch just shrugged and muttered something about a Playstation 3 before closing the door again.

Boomer got to his feet, dusting off his swimming trunks and watching Brick closely until he noticed the blond staring. "What."

"Good plan."

"Tell me something I don't know genisis."

"…Your really pissed about the lake thing uh?"

Brief silence.

"Not really. But this was a new hat."

"Oh." was all Boomer said as he yawned and made his way into the house, leaving the red head to the task of removing his…erm…boxer shorts and ringing them out as well, his rather dark thoughts on a certain red haired beauty.

He was rather pleased with his plan to extend this bet with his brothers. In all honestly, he wasn't that sure if cared as much about winning and being superior as he did completely destroying Blossom's perfect little world.

He would make her suffer. He watch her to get attached, to think that everything he was about to do to win this contest actually meant something to him. Watch as she got infatuated with him, gave up her heart, her body, hell if he could swing it, his very soul to him--only to watch it crash and burn.

To see the hurt, the pain, the heartbreak enter those big, pink eyes once he told her in front of everyone at the prom that it was all a big joke--nothing more than a stupid bet, just to see who could sleep with her or one of her sisters first. That she'd completely wasted her time--that it would be a cold day in hell before he every liked a girl like her.

He smirked at the thought, envisioning the girl sobbing and running away, emotionally destroyed. Putting his boxers back on, he gathered his clothing and went inside the cabin, ignoring the sniggering of his brothers as he went to put on dry clothing.

Nobody crossed Brick without him exacting his revenge. And Blossom was about to learn that the hard way.

Author's Notes:
That's all for now. Next chapter will deal with the girls and exactly what they plan to do after this chapters incidents, though that's all I'll say for now.

Until next time: Happy Reading!

~Kamirine