MatchMakers

Chapter 3: Match Detected

Trunks Briefs, I didn't know much about the guy and I didn't care to. I was just familiar with several of his pictures on billboards and magazine covers, him being a model and all. I know I admitted I didn't want some creepy weirdo, but I think the weirdo was better than some rich model boy.

I wanted a fourth test, I knew it was pointless to ask for one as they would just decline my request, but this was absurd. How did I come from being infertile to being very fertile in just a few days?

I read more on the medical paper, wanting to know an answer and as I kept reading I received one.

It was detailing that puberty hadn't hit me fully like it was supposed to and thanks to the hormone medicine I'd been taking my fertility bloomed.

I really wanted to cry as I read that, I had wanted to stop taking the medication while my parents insisted. Now look at what it's done to me. It killed my goals. Turning them into distant dreams.

I stashed the paper in the envelope and into my bag. No one needed to see these shameful results. Not ever. If the girls in this school found out I got the model my life was over before I know it. Their pestering already annoyed me now, I can barely imagine what would happen if they found out I got him.

I brought my attention to the nosy class. Their eyes quickly turning to the front as I glared at them.

My only choice now was to deny my match before anyone found out and face the consequences of the jailhouse or banishment. I've already thought about drastic measures like this, I'll still have my freedom after facing my time in jail or if I was banished I would have to leave Japan. America didn't sound so bad, I already knew how to speak a little bit of their language fluently.

Today was supposed to be a fantastic day, my freedom was supposed to officially be declared on paper. But now all I saw was my demise.

The entire school was full of chatter. Many of the girls who were of age to receive a match were discussing who they got. But the main talk and laugh of the school was when they found out that Jessica had some geeky boy with glasses as her match and not Trunks.

Hell really would break loose if they found out I have him, especially with her. After school I would head to the Matchmaker's headquarters and explain to them I didn't want to receive a match.

Instead of being distracted by daydreams and the view of the beautiful garden I was distracted by the clock as I waited for school to be finished. If I can make it to the headquarters deny my match and delete the results of my test from my dad's email before he reached home I would be free.

When the bell rung for dismissal I tried my best to be the first out the door and out of school grounds, but something big seemed to be happening in the courtyard as I saw a large crowd of girls trying to besiege somebody.

I cursed my shortness as I couldn't see much of what was going on.

"Oh my gosh he's really here!" someone shrieked.

"It has to be a dream, someone pinch me," another exclaimed.

"Whose here?" I asked the throng of girls.

"The model Trunks Briefs," one answered without even looking my way.

I froze for a moment. Trying to comprehend the words she just uttered.

Trunks Briefs...Trunks Briefs!

I began to backup, my goal had been to leave and deny him and not let the world know I was his match, but here he was making a scene at my school. As I backed up more, more girls came running out the school shoving and pushing, they pushed so hard I found myself at the center of attention.

His bodyguards stood beside him. He was smiling at the crowd of girls asking for autographs and asking why was he here? As our eyes met I could see the frustration in his eyes, the annoyance of all this attention.

His blue eyes were intense as he made eye contact, I turned my attention to the crowd, calculating what area would be the best place to make my escape.

I began to backup and he just moved closer, he had a bit of a playful smile on his face while I had a frown. He didn't seem to believe in personal space.

"Marron?" He questioned.

"No..." I dragged on the lie as I made another step to backup.

He unexpectedly grabbed my hands and locked me in a tight embrace once he pulled my body to his.

"I finally found you," he whispered loud enough so only I could hear.

I looked up at him, wondering what in the world did he mean he finally found me. He sounded like he traveled the seven seas or something. If he was talking in technical terms it shouldn't have been that hard to have found me as he knew what I looked like, what school I went to and my home address thanks to the info on the Matchmaker's results.

I tried to push myself off him, but his grip was too strong for me to break. I felt my face reddening at our closeness and I blamed the medication. I wouldn't be wooed by some fake love. I turned away from his intense stare as he held my head against his chest.

"Order girls, order! Stand in formation!" I flinched at the headmistress's voice, she was the only person in this school that managed to frighten me, her appearance alone frightened people. She had a tough demeanor, and an icy glare that surpassed my mother's.

The girls began to fumble to get in straight horizontal lines, knowing they couldn't disobey her orders. Meanwhile I was fighting his hold as this boy really didn't seem to want to let me go. And when I finally managed to get out of his grasp I had fallen flat on my butt as the headmistress finally made it to the center of attention.

She gave me one quick glance that made it enough for my breath to hitch before she turned her attention to the man of the hour.

"I would say it's a pleasure to have you here Mr. Briefs, but you've caused quite a commotion with my girls here," she stated with her scolding eyes.

"Sorry," he mumbled as he reached his hand out to me, I didn't accept his apology as I didn't know whether it was directed to me or headmistress or us both.

"So what do we owe this great pleasure to?" She asked, a smirk now reaching her lips.

I pushed his hand away and from the distance heard a few gasps of astonishment from my fellow peers. I knew if anyone of them had a chance to get a little touch of his skin they would go crazy, well I didn't care, he was a regular human being just like the rest of us. Only difference is that he had a high social status on his head.

I brushed myself off once I got up by myself.

"I was looking for my match," he plainly stated like it was some stroll in the park.

"Your match? She attends this school?" I could hear the pride in her voice as she quickly overcame her shock of this discovery. It was very rare for a regular school like mines to have a student receive a match that was famous. Famous people mostly got matched with people of their status and though the Matchmaker's claim that they don't do it intentionally I know that part of the system was rigged.

"Yes," he looked at me for a moment before the headmistress.

"Well let's help you find her," she suggested with enthusiasm.

It was now or never, I had to leave.

"I already found her," he replied with a smile.

"Really, who is she?"

For heaven's sake please don't say my name.

I began to walk; the path was a bit clearer to walk through as the formation the girls were in left space in between them. It was a decent escape route. I felt his hand grab my arm, reading my intentions of leaving.

"Marron Chestnut," he engulfed me in another hug as he said this.