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Endsville High	By : ManChesterEngland Category: +G through L > Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy Views: 5259 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the cartoon(s) that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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A/N For the sake of the story and any plot devices that may or may not be in this story the Senior Class and the Sophomore class shall have the same lunch hour.

Disclaimer I DO NOT OWN ANY of the Characters or cartoons or brand names or whatever else I might use that I didn't mention here in this story. This is purely a work of fiction ; a means to express my wants and make characters of loved cartoons do what I want them to do. Storyline is mine so mo touch-y storyline!

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Chapter 6

It was lunch hour and Blossom was still fuming. She was planning on talking to Brick and telling him to drop out of the race now before she went to the principal with her complaint. A Rowdyruff can not run for any leadership position. It just wasn’t right. One never puts evil in power. That is a major mistake not to mention completely stupid.

She was standing by his locker, at least she hoped it was his locker, while her sisters went ahead to find a table for them. She had a book clutched desperately in her hand and she fidgeted with the hemline of her skirt.

No, she was not nervous. Why would she be? It’s not like she has never spoken to him before. Granted the last time she had any form of a conversation with him was in 5th grade, which was when the rule that villains and Powerpuffs could not attend the same school or participate in the same activities was made.

At the time, she hadn’t cared what school they’d transferred to, she had just been glad that they were gone. It just her luck that she and her sisters just happened to be transferred to the same school the Rowdyruffs had been attending for the past seven years. Wow, was it that long ago? Anyway, the transfer was another mistake that needed to be sorted out. Powerpuffs and Rowdyruffs in the same school, was like waiting for an atomic bomb to go off; especially between Blossom and Brick.

Speaking of which, where was he anyway? He was taking such a long time! Ah, there he is! Aw crap, he’s with his brothers. This is going to be slightly more difficult.

Brick stopped a few feet from his locker. He must be seeing things. Was that Blossom standing by his locker? She looked hot. In fact, she looked almost like she was his girl or something. Wait no, he didn’t think that. He shook his head and looked up, she was still there. ‘I guess I’m not dreaming.’

Brick walked over to his locker and Blossom stepped aside to make it easy for him to reach it. Brick ignored her as he dumped what appeared to be a gym bag in his locker and took out some books. He stuffed the books in his backpack and retrieved more stuff from his locker. He continued this process all the while acting like Blossom wasn’t standing right next to him staring very intently at what he was doing. He also tried not to notice how her proximity was exciting him in ways he knew it shouldn’t. Damn his teenage boy hormones!

Butch was staring openly at Blossom trying to figure out what she wanted and why her sisters weren’t with her. He thought they were inseparable, besides he kind of wanted to see Buttercup. It was hard checking her out when the rest of her body was hidden under her desk.

He chuckled silently. He knew if he mentioned this thought to Brick he’d be thoroughly chewed out, but he figured as long as he just thought it and didn’t do anything, or say anything, he was fine. So he let himself indulge in some heinous thoughts while keeping them simple so he doesn’t have an obvious problem later. Jerking off in school was never fun.

Boomer had successfully retrieved everything he wanted and had also deposited everything he didn’t need. Now he waited for his brothers to be done. Actually, Butch was already done and looked spaced out; only Brick was still loading and unloading his junk. Boomer wondered what the hell his brother was doing. He had never taken this long to get rid of his stuff. It must be because he was stalling, probably trying to figure out Blossom’s presence.

Boomer looked at his feet and occasionally down the hallway. He was trying to ignore Blossom. He gave her a sidelong glance, ‘She’s grown since we last saw her. She’s grown a lot. I wonder if Bubbles has grown just as much. No bad thought, bad thought! Never think of them like that.’

Boomer heaved a sigh and looked at Butch. He knew the best way to stop the thoughts was to leave Blossom’s presence as soon as possible. So he asked, “You headed to the cafeteria?” Knowing full well what the reply would be.

Butch pulled himself out of his daydream and looked at Boomer. “Yeah but I told Junior I’ll wait for him over here.”

“Oh,” said Boomer as he looked down the hallway. Fortunately, Junior was headed their way as they spoke. “There he is right now,” he stated pointing; relief was obvious in his voice.

“Aiight great, let’s go then,” said Butch as he lifted his backpack and began to walk towards Junior with Boomer in tow.

“We’ll see you in the caf, ok Brick?” called Boomer over his shoulder not wanting to turn and risk seeing Blossom again. He knew if he did he would be unable to keep from staring at her even if just for a little bit.

“Yeah, sure I’ll meet you guys there,” replied Brick closing his locker. He twirled a key ring on his finger then sighed and turned. He leaned against his locker still twirling his ring of keys. Finally, he looked at Blossom who was standing there trying to calm her nerves.

Ok, she’ll admit it, she was freaking out. And not just because she was actually about to have a one-on-one conversation with Brick but also because she had actually thought he looked good standing like that. His position made him appear calm but dangerous.

Brick took Blossom’s nervousness as a chance to look her over. He thought she was hot before but up close… wow. Her short pink skirt was adorned with little flowers at the hemline and her white tank top settled just right on her body and exposed some cleavage. She had on a small pink sweater which tied in the front and left her neck and even more of her chest (at least he thought so) exposed.

On her head, just like always, she had on a red bow that tied her hair in a long ponytail. Her neck was adorned with a pink chain that had a rose pendant. The pendant matched her earrings and she wore pink sandals on her feet with an anklet on her right ankle. Her toe and finger nails were done and he knew that if she raised her hands over her head her belly would be exposed. He wondered if she had a belly ring. Damn that would be sexy.

He mentally shook himself. Now was not the time for such thoughts. He looked up and met her eyes. They were burning pink fire now. She wasn’t nervous anymore but furious. He found the sudden change in her just as hot as when she was nervous but he didn’t think she would appreciate it much if he said so.

“I hope you had your fill,” stated Blossom sourly.

Brick pushed off his locker to stand firmly on his feet. The movement caused him to invade her space slightly and she unconsciously stepped back. He smiled and decided to counter her seriousness with playful banter. “Yes, I did actually, and as much as I’d like to believe that was your only reason for waiting by my locker I know I’m wrong. So, what is it?”

Blossom frowned slightly. Brick had changed, he was more observant, but now wasn’t the time to think about that. “I want to give you the chance to drop out of the race before I decide to go to the principal.”

Brick laughed and picked up his backpack. “What’s the big deal Blos? It’s not like I’m running against you. I’m running for vice presidency.”

“Don’t call me that, only Buttercup calls me that. And you are missing the point. The point is you can’t run because you’re…”

Brick cut her off all amusement leaving his face, “Evil?”

Blossom fought the urge to retreat at his sudden change of expression. She frowned instead and placed her arms akimbo at her sides rooting her feet firmly to the ground. “Yes, because you’re evil,” she retorted.

Brick huffed and turned to walk away. He didn’t have time for her ‘holier than thou’ shit. He was hungry and food called to him.

“Well?” asked Blossom stopping him in his tracks.

Brick faced her and cocked his brow. She looked slightly confused and his amusement returned. He smirked, “Do you mean to tell me you’re being serious and not just trying to be a pain?”

Blossom felt insulted. What did he take her for? Some type of joke? “Yes I’m serious! Do I look like I’m joking?” she paused. “And I am not a pain!” she added as an after thought.

“No, I guess you’re not…” he shoved his hands in his pockets then shrugged. “And maybe you aren’t joking.” He looked at his shoes. He appeared to be contemplating something. He focused on her again. “Did you read the student hand book before you transferred here?” he inquired.

“I didn’t transfer here. When the disaster happened, the school directory transferred all of us,” explained Blossom. “We never got anything to tell us about this school. We were just told it was good for us,” she paused. “Why’d you ask?”

“Well, if you had received the student handbook and read it you would have found out that this school doesn’t show preference.” Brick stared intently at her watching her reactions. “It doesn’t matter if you are evil or good, once you’re here you are a student; Nothing more nothing less.”

“I don’t get it,” said Blossom. She was really confused. “Is this school some type of special institution?”

“Yea, I guess you could call it that.” Brick turned and began to walk away again. He wasn’t about to spend his whole lunch talking to her. If he was going to be with her for a whole lunch hour, he would rather they be doing something else… something that involved very little talking.

Blossom followed him. She had to speed up her pace as he was already a few steps ahead of her.

“Could you please elaborate?” stated Blossom angrily. She was mad she was forced to follow him like a good pet of some sort.

“Fine, but I’m not stopping. I have to meet my brothers… and besides, I’m hungry.” Brick said. He was slightly amused that she was willingly following him around.

“Ok, it’s like this… this school is supposed to be strictly for kids with abilities, be it smarts or powers, or just plain kids with increased strength or great wealth. Eventually, the school had to enroll normal kids due to lack of funds, blah, blah.” He waved his hand. “Now, it appears to be like any other school, but it still keeps its name as the only school for ‘gifted’ children whatever the ‘gift’ might be.”

Ah. Blossom nodded in understanding. That explains Mandy and the Grim reaper, and Junior with his weird abilities. It even explained the green skinned kid, but it still didn’t explain a tame Rowdyruff. That still seemed like an impossible feat.

She asked, “How does the school manage to keep bad or evil kids in line?”

Brick smiled knowingly. He realized Blossom meant kids like himself. “I dunno. Maybe it’s the teachers…” He paused for a bit then shrugged and said, “Anyway, what I do know is that if you get kicked out of school here, your life goes down hill after that. Even for bad guys.”

Brick opened the cafeteria door and waited for Blossom to go through it.

Blossom looked at him curiously then walked through the doors. ‘Brick holding doors? This school must be really good.’

Brick continued, “There was this kid, Mandark was his name. He was Dexter’s rival and kind of a friend of mine. He used to attend school here.”

“He used to?” asked Blossom interrupting him.

“Yeah, he used to,” he replied not losing a beat. “You see, he messed up big during freshman year. We all still don’t know what he did exactly but it had something to do with him bringing the violent side of his rivalry with Dex unto school grounds. But whatever it was, it was enough to get him kicked out and you have to mess up real big to get the boot in here.”

He looked over his shoulder to really get his point across as he said what came next, “Last time I saw Mandark, he was in a loony bin.” He looked away.

Blossom saw sadness in his eyes as he said that. She reached out to him but stopped right before her hand touched him. She wasn’t sure he would accept her sympathy besides she wasn’t sure if she was supposed to offer him any sympathy. After all, he was still evil when you got down to it.

Brick continued slowly, “He went mad a month after leaving here, I don’t know how or why… it just sort of happened. He’s not there anymore now, and we don’t know where he is. He’s been gone for a year now.”

Brick stopped, he was standing in line for food. He straightened his back and turned to face Blossom.

Blossom was speechless. She never knew a Rowdyruff could care for anyone other than themselves. She wanted to apologize for his loss but she knew he would never accept it. He would probably call it pity. She decided to change the topic instead.

“Do the bullies get dealt with in the same way?”

“Nah, bullying is a different thing. The school doesn’t do anything about bullies or fights. That’s the class president’s job. They only monitor bad guy-good guy fights because those can get really ugly.” Brick smiled that knowing smile again he seemed to have completely forgotten about Mandark, “Know what I mean?”

Blossom couldn’t help but smile back, “Yeah, I do.”

“Out of school, we can fight as much as you want but in school, I’m just another student,” he grabbed a tray and walked over to the first lunch lady.

Blossom watched him. Her sisters and she had made their lunch. They were never fans of cafeteria food. Now, Blossom understood a little better.

She understood why Mandy could do what she did to Sperg because he was a bully, she understood why Brick could run for vice-presidency, and she even understood why he wasn’t flying about like she was. In this school they were normal, or acted normal. More importantly she understood why her old school automatically transferred them here; it was to give them a chance to be normal like other teens.

Blossom looked at Brick one last time as he walked over to his brothers and she went off to find her sisters. She smiled… this might be an interesting experience.

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Kevin stopped and smiled. He had been talking with Naz as they strolled down to the cafeteria but he stopped as someone caught his eye. The person had raven black hair and wore a dark, navy blue, short-sleeved shirt. The brunette had on tight fitting blue jeans and black high tops with no further accessories. Kevin didn’t mind the simple look. In fact, he thought the brunette was extremely sexy.

Naz noticed Kevin staring at the brunette and she frowned and crossed her arms. “Take a picture Kev, it would last longer.”

Kevin looked at her and saw her expression. He burst out laughing, “Geez Naz, jealous much?”

Naz cocked her brow then she smiled at him, “No, Kevin I’m not but it is unbecoming to stare. What would people think if they saw you drooling like that?” She poked his chin.

He chuckled, “Yeah, you’re right. What in the world was I thinking?” He tapped his head like he was an idiot. “Please forgive me, Naz,” he gave her a sappy look.

Naz giggled and playfully slapped his arm, “Oh, stop it Kev.” Then she said mockingly, “You look like a monkey when you do that.”

Kevin shrugged and stuffed his hands in his pockets, “Some people think monkeys are cute.” He began to saunter towards the cafeteria a small smile still on his face.

Naz rolled her eyes and then hooked at right arm in the crook of his left elbow. “So, what’s the verdict?” she asked as they passed by the brunette. “Is it yay or nay?”

Kevin turned and gave one last look at the brunette. He smiled when he saw the brunette looking at him. He looked at Naz and his smile became bigger, “It’s a definite yay.”

Naz giggled and leaned her head on his shoulder.

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Nick rolled his eyes as he leaned against his locker listening to Mindy blab about how great she was. Brittney stood next to him and she smiled a knowing smile when she saw Nick’s reaction. Nick was cool but he wasn’t one to toot his own horn and he couldn’t stand other kids, cool or otherwise, that loved to do just that.

Nick looked away and he spotted a boy in a red baseball cap and a green tee shirt with a white long sleeved shirt inside. He had red hair under his hat and he wore black shorts with simple black sneakers.

Next to him stood a blonde and she wore a blue jean skirt, a black t-shirt, and a grey wife beater that said ‘Prissy Chic’ over it. They looked like a couple but Nick couldn’t help but stare at the boy. He was laughing and saying something to the girl. She looked peeved at first but was soon smiling too. Nick wondered what the joke was.

Soon they were walking away with the girl hanging on the boy’s arm as he sauntered down the hallway. Nick knew it was pretty obvious he was staring but he didn’t think anyone was paying enough attention to him to notice. After all, Mindy was still talking about herself and Brittney was occupied doing the polite thing of listening to notice anything else, at least that’s what he thought. Suddenly, the guy turned and saw him staring.

Nick desperately regretted his ogling as he tried to think of a way to look away like he hadn’t just been checking the guy out. ‘Damn, caught eyeballing a guy that obviously has a girlfriend. Smart move Nick, now he probably thinks you’re some type of dork.’

Out of all the things he thought could happen now, Nick never thought of what actually happened. To his utter surprise and… delight… the guy smiled at him and then turned to the blonde.

Nick watched as the guy’s smile grew bigger as he said something to the girl, who smiled and giggled in return. Nick was sure they were talking about him and he felt awful. His high spirit at the guy having smiled at him completely plummeted.

Ever since he was introduced to the class that morning, he’d been attracted to the guy for some reason. The guy had looked at him then and Nick had actually thought he was going to say something, but he had only looked away and fiddled with his pencil.

In P.E., Nick had sought the guy out, he wanted to be on his team but the boy hadn’t picked him. He had been picked by the country kid, what was his name again? Oh yeah, Rolf. Now it looked like the boy had a girlfriend.

‘Maybe that’s why he never gave me a second glance. Wait a second… why do I even care if he’s taken or not? It’s not like I like him or anything.’ Still he needed to find out about the boy’s relationship with the girl. He turned to Mindy, who was still talking.

Nick interrupted her mid rant, “Hey, who’s that guy?”

Mindy stopped and scowled at him for a second. She was peeved that he had interrupted her but then he was good looking so maybe she could let it slide. “Which guy?” she asked looking around.

‘Which other guy you doofus? He’s the only other guy in this hallway at this moment!’ thought Nick angrily.

“That one right there, walking with the blonde,” he nodded his head in the direction he wanted them to look. He knew full well what the guy’s name was. He had gleaned his name during phys-ed, but he didn’t want it to seem like he was giving the guy special attention as he knew his name but not the girl he was with. He had to play it safe. He had already messed up once and he couldn’t afford to do it again.

Mindy and Brittney turned to see the back of the couple as they turned a corner.

“Oh, you mean him!” exclaimed Mindy. “He’s Kevin and the girl next to him is Naz. They’ve been together forever.” She waved them off indicating that they were not important to her.

Nick felt his heart do something really weird. It felt like it was crushing under a load of weight. He had never felt this way before. ‘This must be the feeling people call disappointment or maybe heart break.’

He hid this new feeling well as he asked, “You mean they’re going out?”

“Well… yeah! If they’ve been together for as long as they have I’d say they’re going out,” said Mindy striking a defiant pose.

“Well, lots of people can be together but not be going out,” said Brittney suddenly. “Nick and I have been friends for a long time but we haven’t gone out, ever.”

Nick nodded in agreement grasping unto the life line Brittney had unwittingly thrown to him. He really needed Kevin to be free. Not that he would do anything with that knowledge… ‘Man! I’m bloody messed up! I don’t even know what I want from all this.’

Mindy sighed, “Yeah well, they’ve been best friends and more. I’ve seen them make out before. Best friends don’t make out, last time I checked.” Then she looked directly at Brittney, “And, Nick and you haven’t gone out because he’s too good for you and he knows it. So why bother?” She smiled nastily at Brittney’s shocked expression.

Nick really felt deflated then, and royally pissed that Mindy had just dissed his friend. He felt so disgusted he just wanted to get away. “Well, thanks. It was nice talking to you but we have to go eat,” he grabbed Brittney’s hand and proceeded to escape.

“Hey, wait up! I could go with you,” exclaimed Mindy as she tried to grab his other arm.

“Em… no, thanks. We’re fine, really. Besides, and I quote, ‘I’m too good for you and I know it. So why bother?’”

Brittney smiled. She could always count on Nick to stand up for her. She gave Mindy a haughty look. “See ya, wouldn’t wanna be ya!” she said as she twiddled her fingers goodbye.

Nick sped up his pace and disappeared down the hallway with Brittney in tow.

Mindy huffed. ‘What an asshole and she’s such a bitch. I hate them both.’ She crossed her arms and scowled.

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Nigel Uno closed his eyes as he tried to block out what his girl friend was saying to, or rather yelling at, him. He turned his head and looked at his team.

Hoagie P. Gilligan, known as Numbuh 2, was fiddling with some blue prints for his latest weapon as he munched on a chili dog. Wallabee Beatles, also called Numbuh 4, was munching on some cheese fries while Kuki Sanban, Numbuh 3, kept talking to him animatedly and gesticulating wildly. Nigel smiled a little to himself as he wondered when in the world would Wally tell Kuki how he feels.

Speaking of feelings, Nigel zoomed in on the fifth member of his team and his second in command. Abigail Lincoln, Numbuh 5, was reading a magazine. She appeared to be in a world of her own. She was always very outspoken but she only spoke when asked for advice or when the situation called for it.

Nigel adored Abigail’s silence. Actually, he adored everything about her. He’d been falling for her ever since his thirteenth birthday when he was decommissioned from the Kids Next Door and then commissioned into the Teens Next Door. She had thrown him a surprise party with only the five of them, and Lizzie, in attendance.

He had actually had fun that day despite Lizzie’s presence. In fact, he had more fun than he had had for a while. Everything they did that day, he had done with Abigail being his partner and it was then he had realized how much he cared for Abigail.

His relationship with Lizzie had been getting sour for a while and then, on that faithful day, he realized that it was getting old because he had begun to love someone else. The longer he stayed with Lizzie the more he wanted to get away.

Abigail was everything Lizzie wasn’t. She had long, silky, black hair while Lizzie had red, shoulder-length hair. She was quiet and never pressured him while Lizzie was extremely loud and demanding. She could cook and sing while Lizzie couldn’t do either no matter how hard she tried. She was lean and strong while Lizzie, although she had lost all the fat she used to carry, was completely helpless on her own, constantly needing saving. Basically, Lizzie was his weakness while Abigail was his strength.

He could also tell Abigail everything. Well, almost everything. He hadn’t told her he cared for her more than just a teammate and a friend; but she was the only one that knew he was fed up with Lizzie. This was partly because she was the only one observant enough to notice and because she was the only one he trusted to support him with whatever he was going through.

He had become less patient with Lizzie and was having more and more fights with her. Abigail had found out two years ago and he had been venting to her since then. He told her everything that drove him crazy, he went to her after every fight, and he even stayed in her room when he had a stomach ache from eating something Lizzie made. She was his life support. But he wanted… no, needed… no, craved something more from her.

She didn’t know that he was having even more fights with Lizzie because of her support. He didn’t know how else to be alone with her. So, he fought with Lizzie over anything and everything then ran to Abby for comfort. If she knew, he knows she would never forgive him. But even with that looming over head he couldn’t help himself. The only way he couldn’t fight with Lizzie was if he ignored her like he was doing now.

Nigel smiled. Ironically, it was also because of Abigail he was still with Lizzie. She kept on asking him to be patient, to give Lizzie another chance, even to apologize when he wasn’t really the one at fault. She had said once when he asked her why she was doing this that, “She’s been with you forever Numbuh one. You’re all that she has…”

He knew Abigail had a caring heart, but he never thought she could care for Lizzie. It was no secret that Abby wasn’t very fond of Lizzie because of her obnoxious character and he also knew she didn’t like the fact that he was miserable with her, but she still cared for the girl all the same. Nigel made a mental note to ask Abby about it later.

In all his reverie Nigel hadn’t heard a thing Lizzie had been saying and what’s worse he had been staring at Abigail for the better half of the conversation.

Lizzie had noticed this and suddenly Nigel felt himself get yanked out of his thoughts, quite literally. Lizzie had him by his shirt collar and was staring daggers into his sunglass protected eyes, “Did you hear a thing I just said Nigel Uno?”

Numbuh one stared at her and tried to make sense of what she had just asked him. He was still thinking about the question he planned on asking Abigail once he got the chance. His silence apparently answered Lizzie’s question.

She growled and yelled into his face, “No, I didn’t think so.”

Nigel blinked. He was so grateful he had on his shades. He couldn’t imagine Lizzie’s spit getting into his eyes. Oh, she was talking again.

“Nigel I have been trying to understand what is going on with you and all you have been doing is staring at Abigail. She isn’t your girlfriend, Nigel! I’m standing right in front of you!”

Abigail looked up from her magazine. ‘She didn’t just mention my name, did she?’

Wally dropped a fry and said in his thick Aussie accent, “Uh oh, this doesn’t look so good.”

Kuki looked at him like he was insane, “What are you talking about?” She grabbed the fry he dropped, “It’s perfectly fine. Look!”

Wally frowned and pushed the fry away from his face, “I don’t mean that, Numbuh 3! I mean Numbuh one and Lizzie.”

“Oh!” exclaimed Kuki. “Well, they’ve been bad for years.” She said loudly waving her hand in their direction completely dismissing them as a topic.

Hoagie laughed under his breath and continued to work on his blue print acting like he hadn’t heard a thing that was said.

Nigel started to space out again as Lizzie began to rant about this and that. He gleaned that she was still talking about his lack of attention. Suddenly, she shook him, effectively rattling his senses, and then she grabbed his shades and threw them aside.

“I want to see your face when I’m talking to you, Nigel,” she yelled, spittle flying in his face.

Numbuh one snapped. “Get off me Lizzie!” he yelled in a British brogue as he shoved her off him. He watched in shock and slight amusement as she toppled over her seat, her arms flailing as she tried to regain her balance, and landed on the floor in a thud. He had never retaliated violently. He instantly regretted it. This wasn’t going to end well.

The whole cafeteria fell into a hush and all attention was focused on Nigel as he looked down on Lizzie.

Abigail had shut her magazine and stared at Nigel. She couldn’t believe what her eyes had just seen.

Nigel saw the shock in Abigail’s eyes and knew he had to rectify the situation somehow. He walked round the table, put on his fallen shades, and offered Lizzie his hand.

He began to apologize as he bent to help her up but then she slapped his hand away and screamed, “DON’T TOUCH ME!”

Nigel’s remorseful face quickly turned into a frown, “I’m just trying to help you up.”

“Why did you knock me down in the first place?” she yelled up at him.

Nigel sighed. If he ever had hair to start with, he was sure he would be bald by now. He left his hand outstretched, “It was a mistake, Lizzie, and I’m sorry. You know I would never intentionally hit you in any way.”

He smiled what he hoped was a reassuring smile, “Now give me your hand so I can help you up.”

She glared at him, “No, Nigel.” She got up on her own still glaring daggers. She brushed herself off and straightened her seat, still ignoring him.

Finally, she spoke her voice softer but still very audible, “What’s wrong with you, Nigel? You’ve been acting differently, like spacing out when I’m talking to you, not returning my calls, missing our Saturday night movie, and even rescheduling our dates.”

Someone snickered. Nigel bet it was Wally. He scratched the back of his neck and turned away preparing to walk back to his seat.

“Now’s not the time Lizzie,” he mumbled under his breath his tone deepening. He would really rather not talk about this now, or ever if he were being honest.

He knew the day would come when Lizzie would question his actions and he knew that that would be the day he’d have to end it because he would never be able to explain what was wrong to her. But he didn’t want it to happen in school. Worse still, for it to happen in the cafeteria at lunch hour! The whole student body was here! He had expected that that faithful day would be some time when he actually showed up for one of their dates. Other than the lack of privacy and embarrassment factor, there was also the issue of the anger he felt right now.

This is what tends to happen. He gets really angry when Lizzie makes it seem like their dying relationship was his fault when it was really all her doing piling up to this faithful day. He hated how she made him feel guilty. He hated how he still cared for her even though not in the same way and that only frustrated him even more when she played the pity-woe-is-me card.

He sighed. He really just wasn’t in the mood of all this crap.

“No, Nigel. Now is the perfect time,” she said as she turned him around to face her. “You are not going to treat me like this any more.”

Nigel blew a gasket. “Treat you like what?” he yelled.

“Treat me like I’m not important anymore,” yelled Lizzie back. “We are going to get to the bottom of this right now!” She stomped her foot to emphasize her point.

“Please, Lizzie, not right now. I’m very angry,” growled Nigel in an attempt to get Lizzie to back off.

“I don’t believe I stuttered, Nigel. I said we are going to get to the bottom of this right now!” Lizzie crossed her arms and glared.

Nigel scowled darkly and clenched his fists.

Abigail decided this was the time she had to intervene. It was getting out of hand. She stood up and pulled Nigel’s arm trying to get his attention. “Numbuh One, don’t do this right now. You guys are angry and you’re just going to regret whatever you say.”

“No, Abigail.” stated Nigel angrily wiggling his arm out of Abigail’s grasp. “She wants to talk about this now? FINE, then let’s talk about this now!!”

He directed his scowl at Lizzie. “So, you want to talk about this now? Is that it Lizzie? You want to talk about how you call me at least ten times a day to find out what I’m doing and still expect me to call you back each time?! Or how you try and dictate my life? Or maybe you just want to talk about how your definition of girlfriend borders on STALKER?!” Nigel was panting now, “IS THAT IT LIZZIE? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT TO FUCKING TALK ABOUT?”

Lizzie looked slightly taken aback. She never expected Nigel to blow like this. He must be really upset.

“What are you trying to say Nigel?” asked Lizzie, her voice having lost some of its fire.

Nigel saw the pathetic look she was giving him and got even more angry and frustrated. “I’m saying I need my space! You call me when I’m on missions, Lizzie! We almost got caught a few times because of you.”

He rubbed the back of his neck not looking at her. He looked up again, most of his anger having dissipated. He needed to think clearly for this and anger clouded his thoughts.

“If I don’t take my phone on missions, you say I’m cheating. If I take it but don’t answer, you say I’m avoiding you. If I answer, you say I’m being irresponsible. If I call you back after the mission, you ask, what took me so long? What do you want from me Lizzie? I can’t give you everything!”

“I’m sorry, Nigel. I’ll try harder! I didn’t know that’s how you felt.”

“Bullshit Lizzie! I told you this a few weeks ago,” he looked at his feet. He was tired. He was just utterly and completely exhausted. He knew Abigail was willing him not to end it yet, but he couldn’t do it. Not even for her. He needed to end this relationship, if it could even be called that at this point, and he needed to end it now or it might be another month or so before he got the nerve, or she pissed him off enough, for him to do it again. He looked at her.

Tears were in her eyes. She looked distraught. “Niggie, I’m really sorry,” she tried a smile and attempted to touch him. “Let’s put this all behind us, ok? We could talk about this over some home baked brownies.”

Nigel made a face and averted her hand, “Ugh, god no, I hate your cooking and I especially hate your brownies. Besides, sorry just won’t cut it anymore Lizzie…” he paused. He felt really bad about doing this. He never expected to feel sad but he really did. ‘I guess no matter how bad a relationship is, you still always care for the person and never want it to end.’

He looked at Abigail. She looked like she couldn’t believe he was doing this now. But in her eyes, under the shock, he could see support. Abby would never let him down. Even when she thought he was being a complete idiot, she always had his best interest at heart and if she supported him now, he knew that he could do it.

Still looking at Abigail he spoke to Lizzie. “Lizzie… I’m sorry but,” he faced her, “It’s over. We’re through.”

Lizzie took in a sharp breath. She couldn’t believe this. Nigel Uno, her boyfriend for over 6 years, had just broken up with her. She clutched her heart.

“You don’t mean that,” she stated firmly. Her tears that never fell had faded.

Nigel looked at her like she was insane, “I do. I do mean that. Why else would I say it?”

Lizzie was desperate. She knew her Niggie won’t dump her. They were supposed to get married; to be together forever. She looked at Abigail who was gathering her things. ‘It was her! It was her fault. It has to be her fault. I saw Nigel looking at her. I’ve seen him look at her many times. Fine, she doesn’t look at him the same way, but it’s only so I can be mad at Nigel and not notice that it was her doing.’

“YOU…” yelled Lizzie pointing at Abigail. “THIS ENTIRE THING IS YOUR FAULT!”

Abigail looked at Lizzie and cocked her brow. “Excuse me?” she asked.

“DON’T you dare, play innocent with me,” exclaimed Lizzie moving towards Abigail. “I know it was you. Being all friendly to my Niggie, telling him lies and what to do… ONLY I CAN TELL HIM WHAT TO DO!”

She was face-to-face with Abigail now. She reached out and grabbed Abby’s shirt.

Suddenly, Lizzie had weapon of some sort in her face right between her eyes. Abigail was giving her a deadly look.

“Get your hands off me,” Abigail’s weapon moved and focused on Nigel. “Or you can kiss him goodbye,” she finished.

Nigel took a step back. Numbuh Five would never… would she? Nigel gulped. He never thought he would die by the hands of the girl he loved.

Lizzie looked at Nigel then at Abigail, “You wouldn’t do it. You’re bluffing.”

Abigail cocked the gun-like weapon and a whirring sound could be heard as it charged up, “Try me…”

Lizzie quickly let go and raised her hands in surrender, taking a step back. She still didn’t think Abby would do it but she’d rather not risk losing Nigel in every sense of the word. Losing him as a boyfriend was bad enough.

“Thank you,” said Abigail lowering her weapon and straitening her shirt. She looked at Lizzie, “And if you must know, the only thing that is my fault is Nigel not breaking up with you two years ago. I told him to give you another chance. He never told you and I wasn’t going to… but you seem really pathetic looking for people to blame.” She grabbed her magazine and her tray, and left the cafeteria.

Lizzie stared after Abigail as she left then looked at Nigel. “Is it… true?”

Nigel sighed, “Yes actually, it is true. And if you missed it she was still trying to get me to give you another chance right now.” Lizzie still looked disbelieving. “I can even get you our bloody surveillance tapes if you don’t believe me.”

“No, Niggie. I believe you,” said Lizzie looking much more subdued.

He shrugged and said almost offhandedly, “As a warning Lizzie, don’t you ever threaten Abigail, or any member of my team again, or I would personally hurt you, ex-girlfriend or not.” He looked at her meaningfully, “Got that?”

“Yes, Niggie, I understand,” started Lizzie. She was really surprised that Nigel had just threatened her, and in the most flippant way too.

Nigel’s face changed to a mask of disgust, “And stop calling me Niggie. It’s disgusting.” He turned away and left the cafeteria.

After his departure the rest of the team followed suit.

Wally stopped by Lizzie, not looking at her, and said, “I would feel sorry for you, but I always thought you were crud… ever since that boyfriend helmet.” He walked across the cafeteria and waited for Kuki at the door.

Kuki looked at Lizzie, “Sorry Lizzie but look on the bright side, now Numbuh One would be able to sleep at night!” She skipped away not realizing that what she said was more hurtful than helpful. She smiled at Wally at the door and they exited together.

Hoagie as well felt the need to say something and seeing how everyone else didn’t really say something positive he felt it was his duty to try and make the girl feel better. He couldn’t think of anything positive for her out of this and he knew a joke or a pun would be out of the question so he settled for a proverb, “Buck up Lizzie. After all, every cloud has a silver lining!”

She looked up at him and attempted to give him a smile even though inside she hated him most for trying to make her feel better. ‘They’re even trying to deny me the right to mourn.’

Hoagie smiled at her. He knew her smile was a fake. He could see in her eyes that she hated him but he knew it couldn’t be helped. He shrugged and walked out, set on finding his teammates. As he left he saw Tootie scribbling on a note pad. He rolled his eyes. He just hoped she gets it right this time.
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