The final chapter! It took me a while and it's not even longer than theother two :T Hope you like it anyway! Sorry if it seems rushed, I was so eager to finish lol.

Blossom was used to the stares and whispers. Nobody knew who she was, but they still managed to gossip about her frequently. But today, the chatter was different.

The hallways would fall into a hush when she walked through them, classrooms coming to a standstill when she entered. This was strange. And she knew it had something to do with Brick.

"Can you believe that slut?" A too-loud whisper met her ears. She whipped her head around and glared at the gossiper.

"What did you say?"

"You're a slut." The girl replied, venom in her voice. The hallway fell silent as Blossom grit her teeth and approached the girl. Her fists were clenched and her face red with anger.

"Say it again." Blossom hissed as she stopped face-to-face with the girl.

"You're. A. Slut." Each word was enunciated, mocking Blossom and ripping at her like razors. Before she knew it, her clenched fist was thrown straight into the girl's nose, a sickening crunch resounding in the silent hallway. The girl let out a shriek and her hands flung to her nose, trying to control the bleeding.

The power and stength overwhelmed Blossom. All she saw was red as she grabbed the girl by the collar, punching her in the stomach and slamming her in the locker behind her. The girl's head clanged against the metal and finally managed to shove Blossom off of her.

"You're insane!" She screeched, running to the nurses' office. Her friend managed a glare at Blossom before running to catch up with her friend. Everyone in the hallway was still staring at Blossom, anticipating her next move.

"What?" She sneered, making a few people jump. "I'm done putting up with you people! I'm not some piece of meat. Don't talk about me like you know me."

A few kids smiled and nodded at Blossom, understanding where she was coming from. Others were a little afraid, staying close to their lockers.

A teacher finally came down the hallway, as directed by the very concerned nurse. "Hey! What happened here?" He asked, noticing the little drops of blood on the floor. Blossom turned around calmly and looked the teacher in the eye.

"I punched the bitch in her face."

Brick looked up at Berserk expectantly. He had followed her to the basement, ready for them to "talk". He knew it wasn't going to end well and he was almost certain it had something to do with Blossom. They were sitting on the steps of the staircase, Berserk keeping her distance from him.

"What do you wanna talk about?" Brick finally broke the silence, eyes flicking to look at Berserk.

Her face held a pained expression and her eyes were ringed with red. She was holding back tears.

"What does she have that I don't?" She whispered, looking away from Brick.

"Who?" He asked, even though he already knew.

"You know who! What do you like more about her? Am I not pretty enough?" Her eyes were wet, begging to release the tears sitting on the edge of her bottom lid.

Brick frowned. "Baby, you're beauti-"

"Stop!" She cut him off, the tears finally falling. "Just stop lying to me. I know you don't like me anymore. I don't know what happened in a span of two days, but you changed." Her eyes flashed with anger and she stood up. "She can have you. Your brother is way hotter anyway." She began to walk away but Brick grabbed her arm. Her nose flared and she looked down at him with disgust on her face. His eyes were sad and he had a frown on his face.

"Can we just finish talking? I don't want to end this on bad terms."

Berserk grumbed and sat back down. "What do you want?"

"You're right," He began, his words taking Berserk by surprise. "I changed. I'm not quite sure what happened either." He stopped and took a breathe, unsure of what to say next. Berserk was staring at him intently, her anger gone. "I just want you to remember that I did love. What happened had nothing to do with you. Something ... something crazy happened. I can't even explain it because I don't know. But none of it is your fault. It was ... it was destiny." He finally looked back at Berserk, waiting for her reaction. Her face was still pained, but he could see the anger was gone. She seemed to understand.

"I don't forgive you," She began, meeting Brick's eyes. "But I don't hate you either. You're lucky I believe in all that destiny/fate crap or I would have punched you in the face." Brick smirked at the statement and held his hand out.

"Friends?" He asked, hope in his eyes. Berserk eyed his outstretched hand for a second before taking it into her own shaking it.

"Friends."

Word spread around quickly of "the nerd with the pink eyes" who somehow managed to break a girl's nose.

Blossom was sitting in the principal's office, a knot in her throat. She felt terrible. She didn't know what came over her; she was just tired of everyone pushing her around. She glanced down at her bruised knuckles and sighed. The power felt amazing, the strength was fantastic. No wonder Buttercup was always beating somebody up.

But this wasn't like Blossom and she knew it. She was supposed to be the level-headed leader. Level-headed leaders don't let a whole high school push them around for 3 years, a voice in the back of her head mocked. "Oh, shut up you," she grumbled. "It's not my fault."

"What's not your fault, Ms. Utonium?" The principal, Mr. Mathers, asked while stepping into his office. "I'm pretty sure your hand didn't punch that girl in the face on it's own." He closed the door behind him and walked around his desk to sit in his chair. The leather squeaked while he shifted around to get comfortable. Blossom bit her lip and stared down at the bruises on her knuckles again.

"Well?"

"I ... I'm sorry. I didn't know what came over me." She said softly, feeling tears well up in her eyes.

"What exactly happened?" Mr. Mathers asked, leaning forward. "You don't have a history of violence. In fact, teachers come to me all the time praising you."

"I just ..." She bit her lip and frowned. "I'm tired of everyone treating me like crap!" A tear escaped her eye and trailed down her face. "I've been called many names; nerd, geek, dork, teacher's pet, prude, bitch ... but never have I been called a slut. What gave her right to call me that anyway?" The tears were flowing freely now, driven by her anger. Mr. Mathers just stared at the girl intently, allowing her to let her emotions out. "I bump into Brick once, once! And everything starts going crazy. I've never been interested in boys. My head has always been in my books." She paused to sniffle. "Then two days, I bump into that asshole. The next day, he walks me home. Why did he do that? Then this morning, he pinned me against the longer and -"

"Hold on, Ms. Utonium. Is this young man sexually harrassing you?"

Blossom blinked and looked at her principal with wide eyes. "Oh, no! I don't even know why I'm telling you all of this. It has nothing to do what I did; I deserve whatever punishment you give me."

Mr. Mathers leaned back in his seat and smiled at Blossom. "One day of detention. I'll talk to Ms. Franklin's parents about this bullying thing their daughter has been doing. You reacted simply in defense." Blossom stared up at her principal and shook her head.

"No, I shouldn't have done what I did. It was uncalled for and -"

"Now, Blossom. I'm the principal. What I say goes." He nodded his head towards the door. "Detention after school today. That's it." Blossom smiled appreciatvely at her principal and made for the door. Before she could pull the door open, Mr. Mathers cleared his throat.

"Go after that boy, Blossom."

With those closing words, she left the room with a smile.

Brick couldn't believe his ears.

"Yeah, Blossom totally knocked the crap out of Samantha. There was blood, like, everywhere." A blonde giggled, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

"Sam totes had it coming, though!" Another blonde sighed, leaning on her friend. "Like, I knew Petunia had it in her. We've been friends since like forever!"

Brick growled at the stupid girls and kept pushing his way through the crowded hallway. People were looking at him accusingly, as if this whole thing was his fault. He thought it was some elaborate joke pulled on him by the whole school, but when he saw the "Caution: Wet Floor" sign in the hallway with blood stained on a locker, that theory left his head. Had Blossom really punched a girl?

His head was spinning and he wasn't paying attention. Apparently he wasn't the only one because he collieded with someone and fell to the floor. He looked up to yell at the person for making him fall until he saw who it was.

"Blossom?"

She looked up with wide eyes and she flushed. "I'm so sorry, Brick!" Blossom covered her face as she stood up and grabbed Brick's bag. "I wasn't paying attention."

Brick made a face. How could somone like Blossom break a girl's nose?

"Did you really punch that girl?" He asked, joining Blossom and taking his bag from her. Her cheeks went a brighter pink and she laughed nervously.

"Y-yeah," she stuttered, covering her face with her hair. "I don't know what got into me. Something snapped but," she bit her lip and looked away. "I feel terrible about it. At least everyone respects me now?" She tried a smile but failed. Her eyes wouldn't meet Brick's and she squeaked, "Are you mad at me?"

Mad at her? Why would he be mad at her? "Why would I be mad at you? You obviously had a reason for doing it or you wouldn't have done it."

Blossom nodded and she looked over Brick's face. "She called me a slut."

"What!" Brick exclaimed, anger washing over him. "How dare she? You're far from that. You're the nicest girl I've ever met. You're smart, funny, charming, beautiful. /She's/ the slut. That bitch better watch her back 'cause -" He stopped as he felt a hand on his arm. He looked down and saw Blossom smiling at him, pink heavy on her cheeks.

"Relax," she whispered. "It's okay."

Brick nodded and sighed. "Berserk and I broke up." He looked to her face and could have sworn he saw her eyes light up. The pink on her skin made her freckles pop out more and he felt himself wanting to kiss the bridge of her nose.

"Really?" Blossom said shakilly, trying to keep her face neutral. "Why?"

Brick smiled to himself and shook his head. "I told you, she's jealous of you." Blossom raised an eyebrow but said nothing else. "Do you wanna hang out today?" Brick asked, an idea popping in his head.

"If you wanna wait for me after detention..." Blossom replied, trailing off at the last word. Brick nodded eagerly.

"Let me walk you to your next class." He said, grabbing her arm.

When they made it to the door, Blossom silently panicked realizing she had to be about 10 minutes late. She kept it hidden, though, and smiled at Brick. Before she could open the door, he leaned down and gently placed a kiss on her cheek.

"See you after school."

Detention couldn't have gone any slower. Two hours of sitting in a hot stuffy room, no talking, no reading, no looking at each other - she was surprised that they were allowed to breathe. There were three other students there, one of which made it a point to throw paper balls at Blossom's head every 5 minutes. When she turned around to complain, the teacher cleared his throat with warning and went back to reading his paper.

The two hours finally ended and Blossom was excited. She stretched, hearing her back crack with a satisfying crack. She finger-combed her long locks and looked down at her outfit, looking for any wrinkles or stains. Her white button down was properly buttoned and her pleated pink skirt was intact. She noded to herself and finally stepped out of the classroom.

"I thought you fell asleep in there," Brick teased as soon he saw her. "You took a while."

Blossom smiled and began walking down the hall. "Just had to fix myself. Where are we going today?"

"The park." Brick declared, bursting out of the school's doors. The warm fall air was comfortable; a little breeze tousled their hair as they began walking. "How was detention?" He asked, walking in the direction of the park. Blossom shrugged a little and sighed.

"It was fantastic."

Brick grinned at her sarcasm and bumped her hip with his. Blossom's eyes widened at the contact and she moved away slightly. Brick rolled his eyes and grabbed her arm, pulling her into him. She squeaked a little and he let go, a hurt look on his face.

"What happened the the badass Blossom that broke a girl's nose today? Why are you acting like this?"

Blossom looked down at her feet. "That Blossom wasn't me. That was an irrationaly Blossom who didn't think of consequences. I'm not like that."

"Okay. But why are you still shy with me? I thought we broke down that wall." Blossom frowned.

"I've been talking to you literally two days. You barely even know me." She stopped walking and ran a hand through her hair. Brick stood in front of her and gave her a small smile. She raised and eyebrow and looked away. "What?"

"I know plenty," Brick began, brushing some hair out of her face. "I know your favorite color, I know you're insecure, I know how to make you blush. The sight of you makes me dizzy and your scent could get me high. I feel like I've known you for a lifetime. I'm head over heels, Blossom."

A blush broke out on Blossom's face and she smiled. She looked into Brick's eyes and she saw not the intimidating glare that he usually possesed, not the evil background that seemed to scare people away. She saw sincerity and passion. His eyes were soft to her and she never wanted to look away. "Let's go to the park." She whispered and grabbed his hand. Brick felt their fingers intertwine and he smiled. He was still picturing her face in front of his and he realized he has yet to count her freckles.

They walked to the park in a comfortable silence. The sound of children playing and giggling entered their ears as they made their way deeper into the park. They came across a large oak tree and Blossom smiled. "Let's sit here."

Brick knelt down and sat against the trunk. He pulled his hoodie off and laid it on the ground next to him. "Wouldn't want you to get dirty, m'lady." He grinned. Blossom smiled and sat down.

"What do you want to be when you grow up?" She asked, looking up at the clouds. "I want to be a pediatrician."

Brick adjusted his cap on his head and looked upwards as well. "I wanna be a psychologist," he whispered. "I want to help people." Blossom closed her eyes and smiled. Her hand moved from her lap and into his, intertwining their fingers again. Her head rested on his shoulder and she scooted closer to him. Brick looked down, noticing her face was in full view to him. He looked at her for a while, admiring her face.

After a few minutes of them sitting like that, Blossom's head on Brick's shoulder and him staring at her, Brick broke out into a smile.

"Seventy-three." He said aloud, his smile growing. Blossom opened her eyes and she stared up at him.

"Huh?"

He shook his head and continued smiling. "Freckles. You have seventy-three freckles." Blossom ran her free hand over her face, fingers lingering where her freckles were.

"Seventy-three flaws, you mean."

Brick frowned and nudged his shoulder upward, making her lift her head up. "Don't say that," he growled. "You're beautiful." He cupped her chin with his hand and ran his thumb along the freckles. "Simply amazing." And then he leaned in, planting kisses on the patches of orange dots. He felt her skin heat up from the contact of his lips and he smiled against her cheek. "Irresistable." He whispered, before turning her head and introducing her lips to his.

It was black. Pitch black. Two figures stepped out of the darkness, a white light surrounding them. It was a girl and a boy, more specifically, a man and a woman. The woman was donned in a strapless wedding gown, the train trailing far behind her. On top of her orange-haired head was a small crown made of white roses. Poking out of the front of her gown was her pregnant stomach. The man next to her, sporting red dress pants, a white button down and a red tie, smiled down at her and kissed her forehead. His left hand rested on her stomach while the other caressed her cheek. The girl ran one hand through the man's orange locks and smiled at him. Her other hand sat on top of his, feeling her child kick inside of her.

"It worked," the man whispered, kissing her nose. "It really worked." The girl closed her eyes and smiled. "What do we name her?" Her husband questioned, rubbing her stomach. The wife looked down and opened her mouth.

"I think I'll name her Destiny."

Just in case the ending was confusing, it was a dream. Did you like it? Leave a review :)

Oh, if anyone can guess how I thought of the principal's last name, you get a cookie :D