The boy didn't look to be moving, leaving Blossom to grow more and more frustrated with herself and him alike. To look at least a little more busy, she pulled out her pink flip phone out of her tiny front pocket, opening it up to a picture of the three Powerpuff Girls as little kids, with the Professor beaming as ever. Her stomach churned slightly, wondering if she has ruined that forever with her selfish act of pleasure. The one thing that she never thought she would ever have to do unless the mayor had disturbed her, the teen went to her built-in phone book and called Buttercup. Her sister was known to go off on her own, which gave Blossom a more innocent cause to call.<br/><br/>A few rings had gone by, with nothing on the other end. The pink Powerpuff was starting to get concerned, even giving her newest sitting partner a strange glance. What was she to do? There was about twenty minutes before class even started for Blossom, and even Buttercup wouldn't leave her phone to ring for a good minute or so. "Make sure none of my stuff gets stolen, okay? The teacher is good enough to leave left things by her desk if I don't come back..." She really hoped that she would, but something deep inside of her ever calculating gut left her thinking that Buttercup wasn't just being a delinquent.<br/><br/>Casually at first, Blossom left the classroom and walked back down the busy halls that she had first come in through. As she left the building, she burst out into the clear blue sky, a bright pink trail following her leather clad feet. Opening her senses to the world, she closed in on a disturbance that wasn't something she was familiar with. Between protests by Buttercup were sounds of struggle and fighting, but there was also moans and strange compliments. Not really wanting to wait for a real answer, as her sister may be in over her head, she stormed through the sky and toward the old Pokey Oaks school as fast as her body would allow.<br/><br/>Finding a hole in the roof of the building with another body looking in, Blossom used her quick thinking mind to assess the situation in a blink of an eye. A hole in the first place was clearly not a good sign. Someone looking in that wasn't Butterup meant that he was just being an observer to what perhaps could be a new form of torture. Taking this all in, Blossom thought to make her own entrance into the elementary school. What she found was something she never thought she would, but her concern for Buttercup took precedence  over allowing the scene to register. With as much speed and power as she could muster, the Powerpuff teen went in for a tackle over her sibling's attacker.