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"Hey, are you alright?" a voice echoed behind Blossom as she whirled around. It was Blake, in skinny jeans and a gray jacket outlining his muscles. His spiky black hair seemed to shine in the whirling torrent of crystals above. "I-I was j-just g-going home." Blossom let out in shivers. "Where's your coat? It's snowing, if you didn't notice." Blake smiled a little bit, but Blossom could sense his concern. "I f-forgot it at h-home." Blossom stammered. "Oh, that's not good. Here, take mine." Blake removed his coat and fitted the cologne-scented jacket onto her. "W-won't you be c-cold, then?" Blossom inquired. "Nah, my house isn't too far away. I usually come through here as a shortcut." he replied and started to walk away. "W-wait!" Blossom said, causing Blake to stop his movement. Turning his head, he looked at her, "W-well, when do I g-give this b-back?" she asked. "Keep it." he smiled and began his walk away.

The next day, Blossom brought Blake's gray Wolfden jacket to school the next week. Although he said to keep it, Blossom thought she should return it. She kept it inside her backpack to make sure the Tripod wouldn't find it. Blossom finally spotted Jasmine and rushed beside her. "Hey," Blossom greeted the mint-furred wolf. "Hi! How's life?" "Good, as usual." "I have the test jitters right now." Jasmine frowned. "Oh well, you'll do good." Blossom replied. Suddenly, Blossom's phone let out a beep. Who would text me right now? Blossom thought. She checked her phone, and it read: I'm not sparing you now, little imbecile. You think you can win your way to Blake's heart like that? I DON'T THINK SO! You're getting it, Blossom. "Yikes, Jasmine. Look at this text." Blossom handed her phone to the wolf. "Uh... Blossom? You know that this number is Flower's, right?" Jasmine states. "Like she's going to do anything! That girl has SOME issues!" Blossom laughed.

"Hey, Blossom! Or should I say Nerdsom?" a voice echoed behind Blossom. The final bell had rung a few minutes ago, and Blossom was planning to give Blake's jacket when he came out from his classroom. Whirling around, Blossom saw Flower and her crew. "What do you want from me?" Blossom frowned. "We know that you were planning to meet my future husband to give him something. Well, I made sure that he got out early before you could give that something to him. You little slut!" Flower yelled. "Wait, what? I was just planning to return his jacket. Jeez, mind your own business!" Blossom shouted back. "Oh yeah, you probably took his jacket so you could invite yourself into his house and..." "And what? You think I'd go that far?" "Blossom, we all know that you want to mate with Blake." "No, I don't! You just wish you could because he doesn't LIKE anyone!" "SHUT UP YOU LITTLE BITCH!" Flower shot a blow to Blossom's stomach. Stunned, Blossom collapsed to the ground, gasping for air as the three seniors beat on her. A steady rain had started to develop in the meantime.

"Let's go, this bastard has had enough beating. I don't want my new jacket to get wet either." Flower said while Petal delivered a final blow to the bloodied and bruised fox. Scurrying away, the Tripod was oblivious to the fact that Blake was walking into the school complex. Rushing by, he muttered to himself, "Please have that jacket, please have that jacket!" He was missing his favored gray Wolfden jacket. Suddenly, a figure catches the corner of his eye. In the pouring rain, Blossom's bloodstained body glistened with a magnificent shine. Blake, remembering yesterday when he gave Blossom the coat, rushes to Blossom's side and lifts her up. He checks her pulse, which was faint but still present. Blazing off, Blake's concern for this sweet and innocent girl grew, yet he was oblivious to the passionate fire that was growing in his heart for Blossom.

Lying Blossom on a bed, Blake calls a doctor to help the poor fox. "No bones have been damaged, and she has a few bruises on her legs. Most of the bleeding has stopped, so she's fine. Just let her rest for about 24 hours." the doctor instructs Blake. Nodding vigorously, he asks, "Is she awake now? Can I go see her?" "She is conscious currently, but do not stay with her for too long. It's best that she rests." Slowly, Blake walks into the room and sits beside the blue and white fox. "Blossom, you awake?" he whispers. Stirring, Blossom replies, "Y-yes. W-why am I h-here?" "Well, I found you all bruised and bleeding, so I took you home and got you taken care of. Now go to sleep, it's best that you rest." Blake murmurs as he strokes her hair. But who? Why? These questions boggled Blake's head as he attempted to sleep. All will be answered in time, hopefully.