Author's Note: This story was inspired by Starstrukk by 3OH!3. It wasn't based off of it, though. Enjoy!

Nice legs, Daisy dukes

Makes a man go (whistles)

That's the way they all come through like (whistles)

Low-cut, see through shirts that make ya (whistles)

That's the way she come through like (whistles)

'Cause I just set them up,
Just set them up,
Just set them up to knock (them down),
'Cause I just set them up,
Just set them up,
Just set them up to knock,
them down

I think I should know how to make love to something innocent without leaving my fingerprints out,
Now,
L-o-v-e's just another word I never learned to pronounce,
How do I say I'm sorry 'cause the word is just never gonna come out,
Now,
L-o-v-e's just another word I never learned to pronounce

Tight jeans, double d's makin' me go (whistles),
All the people on the street know (whistles),
Iced out, lit-up make the kids go (whistles),
All the people on the street know (whistles),

'Cause I just set them up,
Just set them up,
Just set them up to knock (them down),
'Cause I just set them up,
Just set them up,
Just set them up to knock,
them down

I think I should know how to make love to something innocent without leaving my fingerprints out,
Now,
L-o-v-e's just another word I never learned to pronounce,
How do I say I'm sorry 'cause the word is just never gonna come out,
Now,
L-o-v-e's just another word I never learned to pronounce

Push it baby, push it baby,
Out of control,
I got my gun cocked tight and I'm ready to blow,
Push it baby, push it baby,
Out of control,
This is the same old dance that you already know,
Push it baby, push it baby,
Out of control,
I got my gun cocked tight and I'm ready to blow,
Push it baby, push it baby,
Out of control,
This is the same old dance that you already know

I think I should know how to make love to something innocent without leaving my fingerprints out,
Now,
L-o-v-e's just another word I never learned to pronounce

My deep ruby eyes squinted in slight frustration as I glared at her. Damn. She was fine.

"Still staring at Blossom, huh?"

I turned angrily to my left to see Boomer and Butch.

"No. Why would I be looking at her?" I scoffed.

Boomer let out a sigh of exasperation as Butch snickered quietly to himself.

"I just don't see why you won't move on. You have other girls, right?" Boomer inquired.

I shook my head in disbelief. He did have a point.

I was Brick Jojo, the most popular guy in school. I had girls. Lots of them. Slept with a good number of them, too. But somehow all of that was beginning to grow a bit…tired. I wanted a serious relationship…I think…what the hell. I didn't even know if this was what I really wanted or not. Damn Blossom Utonium for being so sexy. Damn her long auburn hair and her sultry coral eyes and her full pink lips and her long thick legs and her bright white smile and her fluttery eyelashes and her booty shorts that she had on right now. The sight of all that at once sent my hormones into a flurry. All that ass in them little shorts! Hot damn!

"Brick!"

I blinked for a moment, then frowned.

"What?"

"See? You were looking at Blossom!" Boomer accused.

"Was not."

"Dude, just blow her already," Butch suggested, stuffing his books into his locker.

"I've been thinking on that."

"Blossom isn't the kind of girl that will just agree to that kind of stuff."

I turned to Boomer curiously, my eyes sparkling with avid interest.

"So what are you saying?"

A look of hesitance flashed over his face before he reluctantly cleared his throat and continued.

"I'm saying that maybe you should treat her like a lady instead of the usual hoes you smash."

"Ohhh, I get it now! He's saying that you should play her!" Butch exclaimed, a sinister smile plastered over his face.

"Wh-what?" Boomer asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

"Yeah! Great idea, Booms! I'll just treat her like a lady for a few weeks then trick her into bed by making her think that I'm really into her!" I added in excitement.

"No, that's not what I meant!" Boomer defended.

"Yeeeah, boy! Toot it and boot it, hit that and quit that!" Butch urged, slapping me on my back proudly.

"I didn't mean it that way! It's not right!"

"Shut the hell up, Boomer! You suggested it!" Butch hissed, giving Boomer a resentful glare.

"Both of you shut the hell up! I'm gonna work my magic as soon as I see her in class," I plotted, a devious glint in my crimson eyes.

"Yeah, class is about to start. Let's go, Booms," Butch said, roughly shoving Boomer towards their classroom.

I smirked and sauntered off to class, my eyes immediately scanning the room for Blossom. And there she was. I cleared my throat and walked towards her. I sat down calmly in my desk and put on a poker face as perfect as I could muster.

I cleared my throat again. She didn't even look up from her textbook. My eyebrows furrowed as I cleared my throat again, this time more resonant. She glanced up at me briefly before returning her gaze to her book.

I was becoming rather frustrated. I cleared my throat as loud as ever, practically hacking up a hair ball. She hastily slammed her book shut and glared at me.

"Must you be so tumultuous and clamorous?" she scoffed, her eyebrows crinkling in irritation. I gave her an arrogant grin before flipping my auburn bangs out of my eyes. She seemed to not notice. It usually worked with other girls.

"Must you be so phlegmatic and apathetic?" I teased back playfully. She raised her eyebrows in slight astonishment.

"So you have words registered in your vocabulary other than 'sexy' and 'let's screw'," she replied, rolling her eyes with a sly smirk.

"Do you think I'm all brawn and no brain?" I inquired, licking my lips flirtaciously.

"Do you think I'm like the other girls you've blown?"

So she wants to play that card.

"No, actually I would never think that. You're too beautiful and intelligent to be like those other girls."

She gave me a look of skepticism before shaking her head in disbelief.

"You seem very superficial. Rather smug. Facile, even."

I frowned a bit before responding.

"Perhaps you're right."

Her eyebrows rose again in slight shock.

"So what is it that you want from me? Forget it if hooking up is your intention," she responded, her perfectly full lips formed into a pout.

"I just want to get to know you is all. Can I come over tomorrow night for a study date?"

"I don't know if you can, but I'll consider if you may. And a date it is not."

"Understood," I replied, chuckling at her feistiness.

Just as I turned to face the blackboard, she tapped me on my shoulder. I turned towards her, an egotistical simper plastered over my face.

"Missed me already, Blossy?"

She rolled her eyes before replying.

"You can come on one condition."

"And what may that be?"

"Don't try to get fresh with me."

I snorted a laugh before answering.

"Affirmative."

She nodded in agreement before turning back around in her seat. I could have sworn that I saw her smile.

The next night~

"So…what do you wanna do?" Blossom asked, tracing her fuzzy pink slippers in circles along the carpet.

"I thought this was a study date."

"It's not a date."

I rolled my eyes and kicked off my shoes.

"Well, whatever it is…since we can't study…" my voice trailed off in thought.

"Let's talk."

She stared at me intently, observing my facial expression, studying my posture, silently analyzing my intentions, racking her brain for any logical reasons for my behavior that she could come up with. Adorable little Blossy. Always overthinking things.

"Why do you want to talk? What do you want to talk about?" she questioned, giving me a suspicious side-eye.

"Why are you so cynical? I'm not as bad as you think."

"My intuition tells me that you're not one to be trusted."

"Well, forget your intuition and give me a chance to prove myself trustworthy."

She pondered the idea for a moment, yet again vigilantly scanning her brain for all possible outcomes.

"I guess we could talk."

Finally.

I sat beside her on the couch, watching as her back tensed up at the sensation of my presence so close to her. She had goosebumps on her arms.

"So…Brick…"

"Mhm?"

"…Never mind."

I chuckled a bit before gazing back up at her.

"What's so funny?" she inquired, raising a brow.

"You were gonna ask about my 'past,' weren't you?"

Her eyes widened a bit before she responded.

"No…"

"Are you sure?"

She was quiet now.

"Anyway, I'm gonna go ahead and clear some stuff up for you. I have a dick. I have hormones. I have girls. That adds up to touchy-feely situations. With girls. But that's not what I'm here for."

She was staring at me resolutely now, her intense gaze unwavering.

"Why are you telling me this?"

"So you'll know. And so you won't be surprised later on."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Nothing, nothing. Anyway. Tell me about yourself."

"Well…I really don't know…"

"You don't know about yourself?" I interrupted.

"I wouldn't know how to describe myself."

"Just name some adjectives."

She sighed heavily.

"Intelligent. Intuitive. Skeptical…"

"You forgot beautiful," I added.

Her cheeks blushed a deep, rosy pink as a slight smile formed over her face.

"You seem really experienced with this kind of stuff. Not quite buying it, though," she replied, smirking at me playfully.

"Well, you don't have to buy it just yet. You can window shop all you want."

She snorted a laugh before gazing back up at me.

"Have any siblings?"

"Yep. Two freakishly annoying ones at that."

"Me too…What are their names?"

"Boomer and Butch."

"Buttercup and Bubbles."

"I bet they're not half as annoying as my bros, though. Butch thinks he's so tough. Boomer is like a Justin Bieber clone—always singing and playing guitar and expressing his sappy feelings through sappy love songs he makes up."

"Bubbles is the same way," Blossom began,"she never shuts up. And she takes forever in the bathroom fixing her hair!"

"Seriously, I know what you're going through. It's even worse with Butch, though! He's constantly trying to prove his 'manliness' by wrestling anybody in sight. Constantly skateboarding and couldn't give a damn about his grades."

"Same way with Buttercup! Her grades are horrendous. It's a shame. I could never allow my grades to be that low."

"Thank you! Somebody agrees with me! Butch thinks I'm uptight because I actually do my work. He thinks that F stands for fantastic!"

We looked at each other and burst with laughter. When the uproar finally subdued, Blossom gazed back at me, a curious expression on her face.

"Brick…"

"Mhm?"

"If you're really not so bad…then…why do you act like you're this dumb womanizer with no brain?" she asked, her voice a mere whisper.

"It's…too early to tell you all this."

"Why?"

I cleared my throat. Was I revealing too much too early?

"You certainly are nosy, aren't you?" I teased, suavely avoiding her inquiry.

"Not so much as nosy, but more of inquisitive."

"You sure are feisty."

"Feisty? Never noticed. How am I feisty?"

"You're spunky."

"Spunky? I have spunk, too?"

I chuckled a bit.

"Yes. You're very spunky. Feisty, too."

She smiled as my hand trailed up to her face, smoothing back the auburn tendrils that fell in her face.

"Well, Blossy, it's getting a little late…I need to go," I said as I rose from the beige sofa.

"Are you coming over tomorrow?"

"Maybe I will, maybe I won't."

And with that, I sauntered out of the doorway.

As the door closed behind me, a sly smirk spread across my face.

Looks like Blossy won't be as hard as I thought.