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Okay, so this is my first time ever posting one of my fanfics on the internet, so I'm a little nervous. I'm sure there are some grammatical errors I didn't catch and some parts probably seem a little rushed or dull, but I guess I just get too many ideas at once and try to rush and get to my ideas. Sigh. I'm just to impatient. But I really do hope you enjoy, and please review .

Chapter One.

They were one of those sickening couples, the kind that sat next to each other at restaurants and was always smiling and talking about how great it was to be in love. It disgusted Marron to no end. Trunks and Pan. That's all everyone would talk about, Trunks and Pan. The "perfect couple", "match made in heaven", "together forever". Well, they could take their little labels and shove it right up their-----

"Marron, would you please give us the answer to number 18." Marron quickly snapped back into reality and came to realize that all eyes were on her in her trigonometry class. She fidgeted nervously and looked down at her empty notebook, well, if you looked past all of her scribbles and drawings. She had no idea what was going on, but it wasn't anything new. "Um…54?" She guessed. The classroom filled with snickers. "No, actually, there isn't even a number 18, and you would be aware of that if you were paying attention. So please, focus on this lesson." Ms. Nickels stated, turning back to the board. Marron sighed and slumped down in her seat. She hated nothing more than being in school. It was hell. Especially this specific class, where not only did she have Ms. Nickels, whom had an obnoxious voice, but she also had the two 'love birds' sitting directly in front of her. How could she focus when she was constantly being distracted by annoying giggles coming from Pans mouth and them constantly staring at each other with that dreamy look in their eyes? That, my friends, was an impossible task.

At this moment, they were both drawing little hearts on their paper with their names in them. How cute----NOT! "It's not middle school anymore folks, that shit is old." Marron thought angrily to herself. She had no idea where this hatred towards them came from. Maybe, as her friends pointed out, it was the fact that she had liked Trunks since elementary school and then here comes Pan, Miss. So-sweet-it's-almost-sickening. Well, that's just what her friends say. It's not that Pan was so much better than Marron; in fact, Marron had quite the fan club. Sure, it wasn't full of Trunks look-alikes, but it's better than nothing…right?

"Marron, can you please come up to the board and do number 4?" There came the obnoxious voice again, along with all eyes on her. "Um…I thought there was no number 4…" Marron said, hoping it was just another trick question. Unfortunately, her luck was not what it could be, so she just received a whole classroom of snickers, again, and the teacher glaring at her. "No. Look in your text book and you'll see that there is clearly a number 4." Ms. Nickels said, tapping her fingers angrily on her desk. Marron bit her lip. See, she wasn't the most dedicated student. It's not that she was stupid, just she didn't apply herself. Okay, lets just say it, Marron was lazy. The only time she ever brought a textbook to class was the day it was to be returned. Apparently, Ms. Nickels was not up to date with this process. "I don't have my book." Marron stated, pointing out the obvious.

Pan turned around with her book in her hands, "You can use mine if you want." "Oh, how sweet." Marron thought sarcastically in her head. She took the book from Pan, whom was giving her the most annoyingly sweet smile, and turned to---what the hell, what page is it even on! "Page 176." Pan whispered. So, Marron turned to that page. She stared down at the problems. It was like another language. She had no idea what to do. Just as she was about to give up, the bell thankfully rang. Saved by the bell!

Marron handed the book back to Pan and gave her a quick 'thank you'. "Oh, no problem. Anytime." Pan winked. Marron gave a fake smile while quickly grabbing her stuff. She looked over and saw Trunks take both his and Pans books and they walked out, hand-in-hand. How precious. More like how disgusting. She rolled her eyes and practically ran out of the class, trying to avoid a lecture from Ms. Nickel, it would be the 3rd one of this week. Friday just needed to hurry up and come.

"Nice job in trig. class today." Marron heard someone say as she reached her locker. She quickly turned and saw those gorgeous blue eyes. Eyes that could only belong to the Trunks Briefs. Marron tried to keep her composure and not blush, although it was a very difficult task. "Yeah, what can I say? I try." She said back. She brushed a lock of her long, blonde hair behind her ear, taking note of the fact that his puppy (a.k.a. Pan) was not with him. He flashed her a smile and said, "So, I was wondering if you'd like to come to my party on Friday. My parents aren't going to be there, you know the whole deal." Marrons heart began to speed up. It wasn't that she had never been to a party before, she has. But never to one thrown by Trunks Briefs. Probably because he had never actually thrown one, so it was a pretty big thing. "You'll defiantly see me there!" Marron said enthusiastically. This day was finally beginning to turn around. "Awesome. Well, I better go. Pan's probably freaking out right now. She's waiting for me at her locker. See you around Marron!" He flashed her that gorgeous smile of his and walked off. Marron smiled to herself, Friday defiantly needed to haul ass and come now.

All Marron could think about through out the entire day was the party. It actually made her feel quite pathetic. It made her seem like she was one of those giddy girls that never went to a party and obsessed over the hot football players. That was defiantly not Marron. It was just the fact that it was Trunks' party that made her stomach do flips. "Hello? Earth to Mar?" Her friend said, shaking a hand in front of Marrons blue eyes. "Huh? Oh, sorry." Marron shook her head. See? Pathetic. She couldn't even focus on what her best friend was saying to her, all because of that party. It had pathetic written all over it. Katie laughed, "It's okay, I've got to go anyways. I guess I'll see you at the party on Friday night!" Marron gave her a wide grin and nodded, oh hell yeah, she couldn't think of any other place she'd rather be.

So, after the week had slowly gone by, Friday had finally come. Marron was just about to leave when her father, Krillin, decided to play the 21-questions game. "So, where are you going again?" He asked skeptically. Marron sighed; of all times for him to act all fatherly, he had to pick this time. "I'm going over to a friends house dad."

"When are you coming home?"

"Around 12."

After the whole "who's going to be there" "what are you going to do" and "say no to drugs" talk, Marron finally managed to get into her car and leave. She loved her dad, but sometimes he was just, well, such a dad. Before she knew it, she had reached Trunks' house. And what a house it was. Everyone knew Trunks' family was rich, you could tell by the clothes he wore and the car he drove, but his house was what made it all perfectly clear that money was no problem in this family. Marron quickly examined herself in her mirror. Luckily, Marron was one of those girls that looked good and hardly even tried. Her long, blonde hair was down and fell beautifully around her face. She barely wore any make-up, just enough to bring out her ocean-blue eyes. She wore a simple black tank top, showing off her natural curves, and form-fitting jeans with a few fashionable holes in them. To go along with the simple, but sexy outfit, she wore black heels.

She knew she was getting looks from plenty of guys as she walked by, but the only guy she wanted to get looks from was Trunks. Sure, he had a girlfriend. But it's just like the saying goes, just because you're on a diet does not mean you can't look at the menu. Just because Trunks was tied down did not mean he couldn't look, so Marron was hoping he felt the same way. Oh, she was bad.

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Kind of a weird place to quit, but please review!