Author`s Note:Hey all! This is a new story I`m starting. Its T/M and I don`t think I`ve ever read this scenario before so hopefully its original :) . Pretty much,Trunks is a prep-jock and Marron is a punk rock-skater gal. What will happen?*gasp!*
Please review and tell me what you think. Heck, i`ll take suggestions,flames...praise is my fave,so plenty of that is welcome :) Thanks so much!
She sat at her usual table with her usual people. It was just the way things were and had always been. The preps had their table,the nerds had theirs, the jocks had their own when they were out being jocks. The goths had the picnic table outside where they could do whatever pleased them. And then her group. The punks. The skaters. She had so many labels `cause she had friends in each social group.
But she was a punk at heart and had always been. When she was 12,she used to blare Green Day and Bad Religion,despite her parents` pleas for her to listen to something softer.
She looked around her and couldn`t help but smile. She was surrounded by people she loved and trusted. She had known most of them since she was little. She and Jenn had been friends since 5th grade. Joey,Jon,Cory, and Curtis had all been in 7th grade with her. Tiff Tiff and Sami,her twin gals,had met her at a Strokes concert.
As she looked at the other tables,she could barely hear Jenn mumbling something about how she hated jocks. She teased Marron all the time for making friends with the *brain dead morons* that she claimed them to be.
"Hey! Are you paying attention?" Jenn shoved her,pulling her back to reality from her thoughts.
"Umm..." She smiled. " I guess not,huh?"
The group couldn`t help but laugh. She did this once in a while when she..well..they were`nt exactly sure WHY she did this. But it was a part of who she was and she wouldn`t change or cover up for herself, which helped make her who she was. A punk.
They stood up. What a sight to behold for any new student at the small town school. Converse shoes clad on every other`s feet. Piercings everywhere. Dickies pants and shirts. Wild hair. What could be better?
"Lets go walk. This place smells so horrible..like food or something..only not." Marron observed.
"Dork. Its a cafeteria. Its Supposed to smell like food." Sami retorted.
The group laughed. What could be better than this?
As they walked past the jock table, a familiar pair of dark blue eyes followed the group,or more specifically,Marron.
God she had changed over the years. He still wasn`t sure if it was for the better or for the worse. He had convinced himself long ago that she was just weird and he was the normal one.
But was he? Why was it that he got that funny feeling whenever she looked at him with those eyes? It was almost like she put a spell on him,but that wasn`t possible.
She was a religious girl;always had been. That led people to think she`d be the quiet,conserved girl in the nerd group or the prep group even. But no. She was a punk-rocker.
She would never give him a second glance either. Not at school anyways. Not since he`d blown his chance by blowing her off in front of his friends.
Big mistake. He had made an enemy of every single punk rock skater and goths,not to mention some of the goths. He knew she hadn`t told,but Joey or Jon probably found out from Jenn,who she told everything to.
He wished so much that he could take that one stupid move back. He couldn`t even remember why he`d done it. It was so trivial though,he knew that the first time she looked at him after the incident.
Her eyes didn`t shine,but were full of hurt and betrayal. That look still haunted him in his nightmares.
"Hey Trunks! Wake up!" Goten slugged Trunks hard on the shoulder. "Lets go,the guys wanted to tell you something about Dona and what she thinks about you,remember?"
Trunks smiled,although it was not only fake,but forced. He honestly didn`t want anything to do with Dona. She was pretty and all,but,boy was she dumb! He wanted to catch Marron`s eye,but that was unlikely. Would Goten understand? He had gone out with Marron way back when. Maybe he could offer some advice?
He`d ask later,after school.
She couldn`t help but wonder why she felt eyes on her back whenever she passed through the cafeteria.
He couldn`t have feelings for her,not after the way he`d acted. He`s made it clear that he didn`t want to risk his jock friends over her.
It showed her where her loyalties lied. Her true friends were the ones she was with now. The weird ones. The ones like her.
Maybe she`d find love one day. She`d thought she had,but apparently she was wrong.
Would she ever be right?
If he could only read her mind. If he could just know that she didn`t know how to hate people. If he could gather up the balls to call her. To talk to her. To anything that has to do with her.
So,how was it? Good,I hope :) ! Review and stay tuned for the next exciting adventures of this! Gimme ideas for the story too! I`m really open-minded,so don`t think anything is dumb! :0 Thank you so much!
Pasta Ravioli!