With the blush fading from her cheeks, and the walls of her core starting to relax after all of their exertions, Blossom happily turned onto her back. Her left hand was the first to come out from underneath the confines of her clothing, neatly replacing the hem of her shirt back against her shorts, as well making sure her bra went back to containing her fair toned breasts. Her right came up, slightly wet from the teen's own arousal, and in a bout of naughtiness, the teen brought those fingers to her lips to give them a taste. "Mm... I'm going to have to thank the Professor for giving us such a good diet!"<br/><br/>Re-buckling her belt, zippng up the zipper, and just generally having everything back in place, Blossom turned to the door to find what she could only describe as the worst thing that could ever happen to her. Well, it was the Professor, and he was the best thing that happened to her, but the fact that his head was peeking through the door, his cheeks as pink as the blouse she was wearing, this could only end badly. "I-I... Hi P-Pro-oh no..." the normally stoic, confident leader of the Powerpuff Girls was at a loss for words and confidence. She couldn't deal with this now. No way.<br/><br/>Scanning her room quickly, Blossom found her bookbag and slung it across one of her shoulders. Not looking back toward the door, which she normally would use to leave, the embarrassed teen burst through the open window in a streak of pink. How much did the professor see? Did he hear her? Does he really know what she did? Aaah! All of these thoughts didn't help put the girl at ease, but it did make the trip to Pokey Oaks High that much faster, somehow. Blossom hit the ground running, skipping along the courtyard on one foot a few steps before dashing like any other human teenager would. As she ran to class, a glimpse of another boy dressed in a red similar to her own entered her peripheral vision. Sure, it's not like she had a license saying that only she may wear such colours, but there was something familiar about that boy. No time to think about it, though, as Blossom only had eyes to find refuge in her Physics class that wasn't to start for another twenty minutes.<br/><br/>The classroom was open, with no teacher in it to speak of, no other students sitting around to gawk at the pretty girl inside. Blossom sat in her seat at the back of the room, though she did not choose to sit there. The teacher deemed it unfair that a girl with such perfect vision should sit at the front answering all of his questions before the other students could begin to squint to read the blackboard. Settling down in her seat, the teen dropped her bookbag by the foot of her chair and nestled her head into her hands. "I don't want to go home..." Blossom told herself quietly, being a typical teen for the first time in awhile, she thought.