*sigh* Well, first I would like to start off with the usual disclaimer: I do not, unfortunately, own dragonballz or any of its characters. I'm still trying to figure this whole thing out, so I forgot to do this with chappie numero one.  Oh, well! I'll remember next time!

Chapter 2

My heart pumped quickly as I pummeled through the crowd of business men and women. Of course I, out of all people, would sleep in and get to school more than two hours late after playing hooky just the day before. I made it to the seventh floor just as the tardy bell sounded. Damn it, I'm tardy. I opened my phone to see the time. 10:32 a.m. And I'm late for none other than Mr. Karl's class. Hmph. Figures.

Just as I walked in, already five minutes late, Mr. Karl was already chewing somebody out.

"Mr. Briefs! I gave you the privilege to work on your own, not the privilege to talk to your neighbors! Oh, and mind you, Mr. Briefs, the only reason I even let you have the first said privilege is because the class is at an uneven numb—" Mr. Karl stopped in the middle of his rant, noticing my presence for the first time. That old geezer turned around and smiled—SMILED—at me like I was a saint. I do believe that that's the first time he's ever smiled at me this entire year!

"Ah…Miss McLaine," all eyes were on me. "What a pleasure it is to see you this morning! Why don't you sit right here?!" He pointed at the empty seat next to Trunks. I thought about what I overhead and I felt a little queasy. What if he somehow knew that I was there?

"Oh…well…" I stammered and I backed away slightly while trying to thinking of a good excuse not to go and sit by him. That was until Mr. Karl literally reached and grabbed me, and then eased me into the empty seat. Trunks smirked and glanced at me, then he turned away and smiled at Mr. Karl.

"I take it I now have a partner, Mr. Karl?" he asked. The question itself was innocent enough, but the leer that came with it was anything but. I don't think I've ever seen him look so intimidating before. Then again, I never see him not flirting with some girl, so he's almost always smiling when I see him.

Mr. Karl quickly turned away—I don't blame him--, rearranging the knick knacks on his desk.

"Yes. Yes you do," he said.

Trunks grunted and continued preparing his equipment and getting chemicals ready for whatever it was he was doing.

"So, what are we supposed to be doing?" I watched him as he adjusted everything again.

"Don't worry about it. Just sit back and relax. Let's get to know each other, 'kay?" He never made eye contact with me, but I could tell that I had his full attention. All I had to do was say something.

"Uh…okay. Sure…" I cleared my throat and shifted my weight in the chair. Knowing that Trunks isn't really the "get to know you" type, as in learning about the other person's interests and stuff, I suddenly began to feel really self conscious. I ran my fingers through my perfectly straight hair, and I adjusted the bottom of my "WTF?" shirt again and again.

"So, you're a rebel?" I knew he wanted to talk, but his voice surprised me.

"Excuse me?"

"Well. Do you like to rebel against you parents is what I mean. I kinda noticed that you've pretty much made the detention hall you 'home away from home'."

"I try not to. Kind of. I honestly don't know how I keep getting thrown into detention…."

"Maybe it's 'cause you fall asleep during class."

I was getting ready to fire back at him with something rude, but he, unfortunately, had a point.

"Yeah…I guess you're right." He chuckled and made eye contact with me for the first time. I continued, "So have you ever gotten detention?" He looked away again, and began taking notes in his notebook before answering me.

"Once." Wow. Even perfect Trunks Briefs has gotten detention.

"What for?"

"I got caught sucking face with Amy in the choir closet when I should've been in class." I smiled. Only Trunks would care to use such raunchy terminology. I pretended to gasp, but then I started giggling for some reason and I couldn't stop. Trunks turned and smiled at me, but it wasn't the usual "ten million dollar" smile that he used to woo girls. It was soft and thoughtful. I wanted nothing more than to ask him what he was thinking. He rested his chin on his hand and laughed.

"It's funny how you should find my reason comical. I swear, Stacy, I think I've seen you in detention everyday this entire year!" My laughter faded to silence and I must have seemed puzzled because of the way Trunks reacted. His smile disappeared and he seemed nervous, as though he did or, said something wrong. Then again, maybe he did…how did he…

"I thought you said you've only gone to detention once, and I don't remember ever seeing you there….so…what are you doing in the detention hall when you could be at your house or somewhere with Amy or your friends?"

His expression went blank and he turned away from me. He seemed on edge, and I know I said nothing wrong—who wouldn't want to know what he was doing there?

"What's wrong?" I whispered the question as quietly as I could—I knew he wouldn't want other to know what was bothering him, and at the moment, I had nothing against him, so I respected the need to keep up his reputation.

He was silent, and remained so for the rest of the period. As soon as the bell rang, he turned in the first part of the lab, and he was gone.

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I couldn't stop thinking about it. I never cared much before, but I know I've always seen Trunks strutting about the halls (he makes himself kinda hard to miss), but for the rest of the day I didn't see him. I even tried looking for him! Of course, I didn't do the whole "ask his friends" nonsense. They wouldn't give me the time of day, much less answer questions on how to find the most popular guy in school. Most likely, I' just end up getting punk'd or getting humiliated. Maybe I'd be lucky enough to get both. But, I decided on the safe route and I just kept a lookout for him as I tread though the crowded halls in between classes.

After not seeing him again for the rest of the day, I eventually gave up. Besides, I had to go to detention or my life would be made a living hell by Ms. Oshii. Since the detention hall was located on the same floor that I was already on, I took my time getting there.

I wasn't sure how close or far away I was to detention—nor did I really care—but then I heard someone mumbling.

"Where the hell is she? I know she has detention today!"

I stood there staring at him for a long time. He leaned against the wall and folded his muscular arms against his chest. For some reason he seemed so out of place with his handsome features and designer attire. He glanced at his Cartier watch and ran his hand through his signature purple hair before letting out a frustrated sigh. I took a quiet step closer.

"Are you waiting for Amy?" I asked. I brought my feet together and looked down at my classic black and white Converse sneakers, as I waited for him to reply. I didn't want him to see any possible disappointment just in case I didn't get the answer I was hoping for. He heard him push himself away from the wall quickly. I looked up under my bangs and saw that he was blushing, and he too, was looking at the floor.

"Umm, yeah. But she's not here, so…yeah. Maybe she didn't have detention today like I thought she did," he looked up at me before brushing past me to leave. He stopped when he was right beside me and said, "I guess I'll see you in class tomorrow, if you decide to show up." He chuckled and walked away.

Yay!!!!!! I'm finished! Please review! I'd love to hear your thoughts and opinions! (:P)