Boo Boo Babies

Chapter 6: Give up already

A/N: This is officially the LONGEST story I have ever written... D Keep reviwing. If you really like it, don't forget to alert this fic :D

At school the next day. . .

Trunks, Pan, Goten, Alexa and Sandra were standing at their lockers. They came to school early, so they would have enough time to show off their projects.

"So, Trunks, what'd you make?" Sandra asked as she smirked.

Trunks rubbed his chin. "Well, Pan has it–wait. You're talking to me now?"

Sandra rolled her eyes and raised an eyebrow. "I was never not talking to you. Yesterday, I was just...depressed. I didn't feel like talking to anyone, you know?"

Trunks nodded his head. "You know, that answer sounds so familiar. Huh."

----At pan's house—

Pan rumaged through her closet looking for anything girly to wear. She found a blue-grey skirt, with a white top that showed cleavage. "Wow. This looks nice. How come I never wore it."

Pan put the outfit on. She looked in the mirror and sighed. "UGH. Now I know why! I have no boobs so I don't look good!"

Pan walked to her bed and found the balls of paper that she used last night. "Unless I..."

Pan shoved them into her bra, and evened them out. "Perfect! But it's not me. Maybe I should..."

Pan stopped and remember what Trunks said last night

I only like pretty girls

"Never mind. I look fine." She sighed and rubbed her head. "I still feel bad about not telling Trunks the truth about why I was ignoring him. I mean, I can't tell him that I like him. And I can't tell him that I was taking love advice from Bra, and that she told me to ignore him, because he might like the quiet types. But all that never went anywhere."

She grabbed her backpack and headed out her door, through the front door and to school.

—At school—

Trunks grabbed Goten by his backpack and dragged him toward the lunch room.

"Hey, man! Off the backpack! My mom just sewed it yesterday." Goten complained.

Trunks let out a long sigh. "Alright, I think I'm gonna ask her."

Goten closed his eyes and shook his head rapidly. He then opened them. "A-are you serious? After all these years!" He pinched his best buddy on the cheeks. "Aww, my little Trunksy is growing up, yes he is!"

Trunks rolled his eyes and slapped Goten's hands off him. He was gonna slap him. That pinch hurt like hell. "Yeah, well, I figured since the Sophomore and Freshman dance was coming up, I should ask her before all the other guys do. Or before she asks everyone else, you know?"

Goten nodded. " I whole-heartedly agree with you, my friend." He stopped nodding and looked Trunks in the eye. "So, when where you planning on asking her?"

"Right now, I guess." Trunks replied.

He walked over to her, pulled her by the arm, and gently "shoved" her against the brick walls in the hallway.

She slapped him in the face. "Are you crazy? Do you know how much this outfit COSTS? Hello?! And my hair is probably tangled in the bricks, thanks a lot!"

Trunks let go of her. "Eh, sorry about that. I just really wanted to ask you something."

"I'm listening." She said as she reached in her purse to grab a mini-mirror.

Just then Pan came walking looking brand new in the hallways.

Trunks turned to face her. His jaw dropped. Actually, almost everyone that saw her dropped their jaw.

"O-one moment." Trunks said. He walked up to her as she carried on to her locked. "Pan? Daughter of Gohan and possibly Videl? Is that you? Really? Honestly? You look..."

Just then Sandra walked over to the two friends, and pointed at Pan. Then pointed down to her chest. "One of your boobs are falling off. Better fix it."

Pan stomped her foot in anger and embarrassment. She wanted to punch Sandra for pointing that out. She started to tear. "Do you mind?" She asked Trunks.

Trunks blushed and looked the other way as Pan removed the paper balls from her shirt and threw them into her locker.

"If it makes you feel any better, I almost–just almost believed they were real." Sandra said as she smiled.

Pan covered her teary eyes with her hands and ran into the janitors closet.

Sandra laughed. "Wow. Paper. I don't know anyone who has ever tried that one! Right, Alexa?"

Alexa giggled a bit. "Yeah, sure."

Trunks rolled his eyes. His crush was really starting to annoy him. He shook his head and looked at Sandra. "Is it really that hard to not be a prick once in a while?" He ran into the janitors closet where Pan was.

Sandra stood there with a shocked look on his face. "I didn't think I was being mean at all..."

The bell to go to first period rang. Everyone headed for class except for Trunks and Pan.

—Janitors Closet—

Pan sat there finishing up her crying and wiping her tears. Trunks walked in with a roll of toilet paper he found in one of the cabinets. "Need some help?" He smiled.

Pan grabbed the the toilet paper, ripped some off, and threw the rest behind her. "What do you want?"

Trunks sat down beside her. "I wanted to see if my friend was okay. And so I came. To make a not really long story—or not really a story at all short, I was worried." Trunks laughed.

Pan giggled a bit as well.

"Yeah." Trunks looked at Pan with a serious expression on his face. "Look, don't let Sandra get you down. She's rich. You know how those people can be. A bit self absorbed, mean...yeah. I mean, Sandra's not always as mean as she seems. Well, I mean...eh. She has a nice side if you get to know her better. It's like she never knows if she's being mean or not, get it? I mean, I'm not sure why she's like that towards you. I mean, she's nice towards me and other people..."

Pan looked up at him. "Is that why you like her?"

"Well, no. I mean...well..." Trunks struddered.

"You said yesterday, that when you're near her, you remember why you liked her in the first place. Why do you like her?" Pan asked.

Trunks paused for a moment. The bell rang. He took Pan's hand and got up with her. "We gotta go! Shit! You got the project?" Trunks asked as he ran out of the closet.

"Yeah. It's in my backpack." Pan said running.

—In Mr. Bates class—

Mr. Bates tipped his glasses. "Late again, I see?"

Pan placed their project on the teachers desk. She noticed that not a lot of people brought theirs. Maybe it wasn't do today?

Trunks and Pan sat in their seats.

"Sorry" they both replied. They took out their textbooks.

Trunks leaned back in his chair. He was exhausted and somewhat sad. He felt like every bad thing that when on today was his fault, and he didn't know why.

"Now everyone, it's time for a pop quiz!" Mr bates started. "Now, take out your math books and turn to page 450. Do questions 1 through 26. Start. And no talking!"

Sandra folded up and passed piece of paper which read on the top "Pass To Trunks"

Trunks received the paper and opened it. He knew who it was from. It had a kiss-mark on the cover. He opened the letter. It read:

I'm sorry about hurting your friends feelings. I don't know what came over me, really. I wish I could make it up to you. I really don't want to lose a friend because I was acting like an idiot.

Trunks smiled at Sandra as he finished reading it, and she smiled back. Pan stared at the two smiling. She wondered what that note was about.

Trunks replied to the note and passed it back to her.

Sandra opened it, and it read:

It's alright. Every rose has it's thorn, I suppose. I explained it to Pan.. I think she forgives you now. Lol. Hey, are you going 2 the sophomore/freshman dance?

Pan leaned over her desk to try and read what Trunks's not said. She only managed to read the words 'rose' and 'dance' before Trunks folded the paper. She had a feeling that she knew what the note was about. Trunks asked her to the dance!

Sandra replied and passed it over to Trunks.

Trunks opened it. It read:

OMG yeah! I can't wait! It's gonna be so fun! I've picked out my dress and everything!!!! Are you going? Who are you going with?

No one yet. I was kinda hoping you'd go with me if I asked.

Oh...

You don't seem too thrilled, heh. Can I ask why?

Oh. I'm very thrilled. I'll go with you! Really!

Trunks crumbled his paper and through it in the trash. "WOO! Yeah!"

The whole class started at Trunks. Some stared in confusion, others stared in wonder and awe.

Mr. Bates walked over to Trunks' desk. "Mr. Briefs! Do be quiet and finish your test! THANK YOU."

Trunks rolled down in his chair. "Heheh. Yeah, okay."

—Bell Rings—

Trunks races out of the room once again, happy about what had just went down. "YES! Ahuh! Ahuh! Woo!"

Goten walked over to the excited sophomore. "Dude, you asked her? And she said yes?"

Pan walked over to her locker. She stood there staring at the to boys. She started eas-dropping.

"Yeah, man! She said yes!" Trunks jumped.

Pan froze. "I can't believe it. I just can't..."

"I can't believe it! I just can't!" Goten laughed. "She never says yes to anyone!"

Trunks did his little victory dance all the way to lunch. Pan followed along with the rest of the crew.

—Lunch—

Goten ran up to Sandra who was eating a turkey sandwich. "Sandy, you got some money I could use? Heh."

Sandra dug into her purse and rolled her eyes. "You always need money! What happened to the 100 I gave you last week?"

Goten thought about it. He used it to by some of the games he thought he would be able to beat Trunks in. He looked at Sandra. "Um, I gave it to this guy...on the...um...ahem...r-road. The road. Yeah."

Sandra had a blank stare then smiled. "Okay! Here you are. 50 dollars! Don't bother me again, kay?"

Goten made a smile and hugged his preppie friend. "YES! I LOVE THIS GIRL!"

Pan stood in the hot lunch line grumpy. "Apparently so does everyone else!"

Trunks walked up happy and peppy behind Pan in the lunch line.

Pan rolled her eyes. "What are you so happy about?"

"I just got a date to the dance with my favorite girl!" Trunks laughed.

"Oh. Really? You know, you still never told me why you liked her." Pan smirked.

Trunks smiled. "Well, she's pretty, smart, nice...neutral...Did I mention she was pretty? Yeah. She's smart too."

Pan nodded. "That's it? That's the most cliched thing I've ever heard! A lot of girls are smart and pretty, so what makes her any different? You seem to have forgotten that she's bitchy, mean, ungrateful, snobby...I could go on for days!"

Sandra walked up behind Pan and tapped her on the shoulder. "Yeah, but a lot of girls that ARE smart and pretty, don't have fake jugs."

"Yeah, so I guess you don't fit in that category either, huh? You know what else they usually don't have? Fake noses, hair, face lifts, and they don't throw up every 15 minutes!"

Sandra's jaw dropped. "I so do not HAVE or DO all of those things! That's like...a model stereotype. I'm pretty much the real deal, unlike you Mrs. Paper-ball!" Sandra said taking her earrings off as if she was about to fight someone.

Trunks stepped in front of the two fighting girls. "Hey! C'mon! Knock it off guys!"

"Yeah, I'd like to knock something off, alright!" Pan bawled.

"Pan. I said stop." Trunks looked at both girls. "Why can't you guys just get along? Is it so hard?"

"When someone is out to get you, it is!" Pan yelled.

The whole cafeteria had eyes on her.

"What are you talking about?" Trunks asked.

"Isn't it obvious? The only reason she agreed to go to the dance with you is to tick me off!" Pan replied.

Pan looked around as tears began to fill her eyes again. She quickly ran out of the cafeteria.

----END :D----

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