Legally Blonde
Chapter 4: The West City University Variations
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, it was going to be longer but I felt it was best where it ended. Also, long time no see...if you like TruMar...you should probably check out my other fic Raindrops ;p I took some liberty with Marron...she sort of reminds me of Sunset Blvd's lead a bit lol.
The sun shone brightly on the prestigious academy of West City University, a lavender-haired man guided a small herd of new students. They followed like helpless dogs, popping question after question of the campus and its amenities. In truth, Trunks Briefs was not in the mood to hear what annoying questions the privileged snobs had to ask. But alas, it was per request of Mr. Sharpener to guide his new law students to each and every location. Taking a deep breath, the man looked at the three youthful pairs of eyes gleaming with excitement.
Trunks evidently had given up on avoiding them for much longer so he took matters into his own hands and congregated around a lamp post. "Hello," Trunks began, an awkward hand waving at the four. "My name is Trunks Briefs," he continued, feeling the weight of the bags underneath his eyes begin to heavily settle. "Welcome to the hallowed halls of West City law - uh, let's just...go around and introduce ourselves shall we?" Trunks sat down on the bench before him, staring at the short raven-haired girl. Her red bandanna and boyish outfit made one thing clear: she was a tough one.
His attention then snapped to the dark-skinned man, with seemingly regal attire. Some prince was all the tired upperclassmen could assume. "My name is Uub, but you may call me your majesty," he let out a charming grin. "I am a prince in my kingdom in the southern quadrant and am here to learn more of West City and it's laws." The prince continued, standing. "It is very different here in the West region, in my country my word was law - but I will assimilate no worries, my friends."
Trunks nodded rather unimpressed, ultimately crushing the hopes of the young prince to impress the westerner. "Impressive, not my first time meeting a prince on this campus," Trunks began. "Welcome to West City University."
Uub, defeated turned his cheek to the older gentleman. Breathing outward slowly while staring off into the distance of the campus shrubbery. Noticing his frustration, Trunks called upon the next person to speak. The aforementioned raven-haired girl leaned back, arms stretched out almost as if commanding attention all eyes on her.
"Pan Son!" She exclaimed, "I've been doing volunteering overseas building homes for refugees out of natural resources." The smug look upon the girl's face was priceless to Trunks, yet another snob to check off on his list. "I fought to save their potable water and create a foundation to help the endangered species in their lands due to game-hunters," Pan continued arms folded seeming as though she were done, as Uub and Trunks were about to speak, the raven-haired girl decided to ram through. To Trunks' surprise, she had more to say. "But," Pan sprung to her feet, pacing about, "I am studying law because this region is corrupt and out of whack! And, let's be realistic here: only women have the power to take it back," Uub glared at the boyishly dressed woman with a certain distaste.
Pan then suddenly stood on the bench, her leg propped up on the back of it. "My goal is to get more people going green then eventually stick it to the war hawks and war machines in our government!"
Trunks chuckled, pushing her leg back down. "That is- quite the proposition Ms. Son, I wish only the best for you," Trunks stated. "No matter how outrageous it sounds right now," the lavender-haired man quietly commented to himself.
"Mai," a quiet voice greeted. A hand waving to the other three, before going back to coax the frizzy tame that was her hair. Trunks noticed the military attire that the soft-spoken girl wore and saw the line of fire that was radiating off of Pan' eyes, after so recently denouncing West City military. "I was raised in the northern quadrant in the Red Ribbon Army base," she continued a thick accent lacing her voice, "I came here to help the veterans who have no rights once discharged," Mai stated her voice pompous with her seemingly 'charitable' reasons.
Trunks saw right through it, another army brat that wants to prove a statement. "What a noble cause," Trunks continued dryly, "Welcome."
The selection he got to guide around this year, definitely were lacking the extra "umph" he desired out of law students, but what more could one expect. These people had no real nuanced story of struggle, not like any he had anyway. As he dismissed the small crowd of student he spotted something strange. Colorful clothes. The girl walked around with her blonde hair tied up into a playful ponytail and the most obnoxious coloring that Trunks inwardly cringed at - and he had LAVENDER hair!
The skimpy blonde donned a tiny hot pink plaid skirt and a white, somewhat revealing tank top. The first thought that struck the man was who on Earth was she trying to impress? But with the clack of her heels and the overwhelmingly powerful scent of a perfume he could not recognize, Trunks realized she was walking straight towards him. But, of course, she was! He was wearing his tour guide card. "Hello!" she greeted cheerfully a perfect smile donning her lips, her perfectly manicured hands outstretched to greet him. "My name is Marron Chestnut," she stated as she adjusted her large purse, of again, a brand he could not recognize.
"Ah you just missed it, we were with a group sharing some stuff about ourselves," Trunks faux-groaned stuffing his hands in his pockets, "fill me in and I'll tell 'em for you."
Though Trunks must admit, her face...was actually kind of cute? Brimming with some innocence that was... somewhat alluring? It's not every day someone steps into such a prestigious school such as WCU and looks like that, at least...not any women as far as he could recall. But her gentle heart-shaped face and small button nose seemed manicured out of some sort of movie. Let alone those impossibly glossy lips of hers, or the figure of someone with...well privilege. She wasn't any different from these other snobs that arrived except perhaps the seemingly bubbly energy she carried herself with.
He had to admit, any man attracted to a woman on campus would make a double-take.
Marron's glossy lips formed into an O shape, her head tilted as she thought long and hard on how to make a good first impression on this upperclassmen, "Well..." Marron began, "I got a degree in fashion merchandising in ECU, I'm a cancer with my moon in leo...obviously, oh and I am also the president of my old sorority." Marron continued leaving Trunks slack-jawed at the amount of useless information this girl was seemingly spewing out of her mouth. It made him wonder as this was the first entertaining person he has seen walk into this campus in quite some time. "How could I forget, I also founded the charity shop...for a cause."
The way in which she carried that final one made Trunks scoff in disbelief. What a caricature! There was no way, and he meant no way in hell, this Marron was an actual student. But to his surprise, her next question nearly knocked the wind out of him. "Would you happen to know where criminal law 101 is with Professor Sharpener and...Cashew The Third?" She asked practically moaning the guy's name out, had Trunks been eavesdropping he would have assumed otherwise, but the woman as pretty as she was seemed nearly insane to him.
"Yeah it should be down at Shenron Hall, just take a left," Trunks replied a smile laced on his lips, attempting to mask the shock of the gall of this woman. "Y-You don't need any help, right?"
Almost immediately all sense of normalcy returned to the girl as she perked up and smiled again, her flirtatious ponytail bouncing along with you. "Nope thank you, that's all Shorts!"
Trunks sighed, "It's Trunks."
Marron flushed embarrassingly and turned her face away from the scowling older gentlemen, "Oh, sorry...won't happen again, Trunks...thank you!" As the blonde escaped the crowd of people's covering her pathway, she shoved her way through before spotting him. Marron's pools of blue filled with a loving gaze, glancing at his beautiful chestnut hair and emerald eyes. "Cash!" Marron exclaimed as she aggressively shoved through the crowd of students nearly drowning her estranged lover out of sight. But she managed to plow through the crowd and arrive near Cash. And here, Marron devised a plan, crash into Cash and rub in his face that she made it into WCU!
Right on cue, the blonde crashed into the taller gentlemen, dropping her books on the floor. "Marron?" the brown-haired man stated incredulously.
"Cash!" Marron exclaimed, slapping her forehead lightly with faux-shock. "Agh, I totally forgot you went here!"
Cash quirked a brow, cocking his head to the side, observing Marron's attire and those around her. "What are you doing here?" He asked in a rushed panic, as though he were trying to hide something.
Marron folded her arms over her chest, almost pushing up her bust whilst scoffing at the audacity of her ex-boyfriend. "Cash, I go here now," she responded with utmost confidence.
Cash glanced at her dubiously. "You mean to tell me," He began, eyeing the blonde up and down at her revealing outfit, "you got into WCU Law?" He practically mocked her sparking ire within the core of the blonde's chest.
"What?" Marron asked teasingly, with a slight shrug, "like it's hard?"
Trunks came running behind the blonde, with a stack of papers he had so clumsily forgotten to give her. Fortunately, he hadn't watched the scene unfold between the two estranged lovers, or he very well may have rolled on the floor cackling. As he arrived, somewhat out of breath he swooped up behind the blonde garnering a jealous glance from Cash, which Trunks paid no mind to as he leaned over her shoulder pointing at the folder. "Hey, uh sorry, forgot to give this to you," Trunks stated in a half chuckle. "Chestnut, M?"
Marron quirked a brow at the paper and looked over to Trunks, and in her most genuine voice she asked, "Oh, is this...my...social agenda?"
Trunks stood there stupefied for a few seconds after realizing that she was serious. He shook his head, releasing a short, throaty chuckle. "No, no this is...your academic roster," Trunks stated, granting her a thin-lipped smile before passing over the file and giving the blonde a somewhat reassuring nod before walking away, face struck in utter disbelief.
Marron watched as the admittedly attractive hunk walked away and turned over to Cash who remained in the same flabbergasted expression. "Well, we should totally catch up after class!" Marron said flirtatiously, a hand slipping into his petticoat, "if ya know what I mean." And with a wink the blonde walked to her seat, legs crossed and feeling triumphant in her efforts, at this rate there was no way Cash wouldn't want her back!
AN: Oh man, sorry for the somewhat sleazy Marron. She's just trying to win her man back ;-;