MatchMakers

Chapter 7: My Match

HAPPY NEW YEARS!

The doctor told me I was lucky that a specific bone (forgot the name) was dislocated rather than the other or it probably would've taken months to heal or it would've been broken and unfixable. So I guess when I find the culprits who caused this amount of pain I have to thank them for not pushing me so hard that I didn't end up in a wheelchair.

My parents had explained to me that they'd gotten a call from Bulma who said I was hurt and Trunks was taking care of me, they left work early and found me asleep, during that time they bought me to the hospital. Trunks had explained to them that I'd fallen down a flight of stairs and I was happy he stuck with that story, if he told them of his suspicions an entire investigation on who pushed me was going to commence and I didn't need them involved in something I could handle... I believe I can handle.

The school atmosphere hadn't been any better. When I had came back to school two days after the incident with my cast and crutches I could tell everyone from the students and teachers knew how I got injured but I wasn't called upon it and I sure wasn't going to confess.

But now it's been two weeks since that incident and I'm thankful that my crutches were now off. No more trying to itch the irritating spot my cast covered and no more foul smelling leg. My leg was liberated, while my life was still chained to a fake relationship.

"Marron," I had just finished packed my bag, ready to leave when my teacher called my name, the rest of the girls were taking there leave while I walked up to her, hoping she wouldn't lecture me about not paying attention once again.

"The headmistress would like to speak with you in her office."

Now I really was wishing she was joking and wanted to scold me, anybody who was called upon by the headmistress never came out with a good experience. I cautiously headed down the stairs, looking behind me to see if anyone wanted to try and put me in a wheelchair. I will have to cautiously take the stairs like this till I graduate or till I break off the match.

I made it to her office in no time, and had been standing in front of the door afraid to knock, I could already feel the life being suck out of me just by standing from the outside of her door, I would be breathless by the time I go in.

Her assistant, annoyed at my idle standing and probably knowing most girls were hesitant got up from her desk and knocked for me, and within seconds I found myself in her Medieval styled office, sitting uncomfortably on a red leather couch staring at each other.

I gulped and felt my palms starting to sweat. Last time I checked I hadn't done anything horrible to be summoned here and if it was because I don't pay much attention in class I didn't see a reason for me to get punished because of that as I studied for myself and had great scores when it came to exams.

"Do you know why you're here, Ms. Chestnut?"

At the mentioning of my name my body tensed up, "No ma'am," I replied sharply.

She gave me one of her creepy smiles. "I'm just a little concern for you that's all, so you can relax your in no type of trouble."

Though she offered me the notion to relax, my body couldn't help but do so in this atmosphere.

"Two weeks ago your parents sent us a copy of your medical records dealing with your injured leg, and in the incident I read that you fell down a flight of stairs in this very building. Is that true?"

My eyes hadn't left her piercing gaze, I knew she knew what really happened and needed me to admit it so she can find who pushed me and suspend them or even expel them. But I wasn't going to admit it and keep to my story.

"Yes, I fell down some stairs in the west wing building, I was in a rush to go home that I was running down and missed a step and the rest is history," I replied with confidence.

I usually was a stuttering mess when I encounter the headmistress but I needed her to buy my act so I wouldn't be pressured into telling the truth.

"You know I can help you Ms. Chestnut? Girls tend to become very jealous at your age."

"Yes ma'am, you have great authority here," I responded.

It was nice of her to want to help me, honestly it was. But her help wasn't necessarily going to help me in the long run, sure she could've gotten the girls who did this to me suspended or expelled but that would just make the others girls angry and I would be bullied more and be known as the snitch. I didn't need such a reputation.

She finally took her eyes off of me and I felt relieved, no longer having to hold her intense gaze.

"Well I don't want to hold you, enjoy the rest of your day."

I left the room in a hurry. Finally getting a chance to breathe properly. As I made my way out the school I fished my phone out my bag to see several text messages from Trunks. I rolled my eyes as I read multiple messages asking where was I and that school ends at 3 right?

He had been begging me for the past two weeks that I should come visit him at one of his modeling sessions as he was too busy to sneak off and hang out with me and his mom was getting pretty mad at him for doing so and an aggravated me not wanting to deal with his pestering any longer agreed that when my cast was off. So when I took them off yesterday (he was there) he told me tomorrow which is now today the perfect day to come to one of his photo shoots.

He had his chauffeur Henry picked me up from my house and I couldn't help but begin to feel nervous. I could classify myself as an introvert and I knew there were going to be a lot of people at this shoot and I wasn't so good with large crowds. For the exception of school, I was forced to go to that hell.

The building was huge, mostly everything seemed to be made of glass and of course everything in sight was fancy and expensive. With the receptionist directions I made it to a room numbered stage five and as I quietly entered, I wanted to go back home. The room was filled with a lot of liveliness that I didn't know how to approach it. The wise thing was to go look for Trunks or ask someone on his whereabouts, but my feet were glued to the very spot from which I entered, scared to interact with these strangers.

I was spotted no longer than a minute, and in a second I was being swarmed by the very strangers I didn't want to encounter.

"Excuse me but who are you?"

I clutched the strap of my satchel as my breath hitched. It was starting to get harder to breath and there questioning didn't stop. Asking if I was lost, why am I here on a private set, did someone invite you. And with each question I felt them closing in on me.

I backed up to the door, cowering away from their persistence. I was close to opening the door and bolting out of there to get some fresh air when my eyes caught sight of lavender.

Our eyes meet and I never knew I would ever come to think of this but I never felt so glad to see him. He was talking with someone who looked important but completely blew them off and ran to my side shooing the people who wouldn't allow me a chance to breath.

"You made it," he said with a small smile.

"Was this close to leaving," I mumbled breathless, while gesturing with my hand how close I was to leaving.

"Sorry, I forgot to tell them you were coming, so do you want a mini tour, meet some people?"

"Um, I rather stay in the shadows, I'm not much of a gregarious person," I told truthfully.

"I'm shy too, I'll just introduce you to my favorite people they don't bite."

I still didn't perceive him as a shy person as most of the things he did around me wasn't things a shy person would ever do.

He grabbed my hand, before dragging me towards a trio of girls who had to be triplets by the way they all resembled the other.

"Marron these are my clothing designers, hair and makeup artist, and I guess I can say life coach. Autumn, Winter, and Summer."

They were smiling pretty wide and seemed happy to meet me and as I tried to shake their hands they engulfed me in a bear hug.

"It's so nice to officially meet you!"

"Yes your all he talks about."

"And he should've told us you were coming today."

I smiled lightly at their friendliness they seemed like really nice people. They ended the hug, but couldn't stop staring at me, which made me slightly uncomfortable.

"You're so beautiful, I can't wait till I can do your make up."

"I can't wait till I can do your hair."

"I cant wait to design your clothes."

They all eeked with excitement.

"What are you guys talking about?" I questioned, lost.

They all shot a dirty look at Trunks and he gave a nervous laugh.

"Well I know you should expect that having Trunks here as your match you'll be pretty famous as well and that means you'll be broadcasted, you'll be in magazines, talk shows, etc. Something he should've told you."

There was only a slightest moment where I knew I would've been made public and viewed as a celebrity as his match but I had plans to never become his match and not be broadcasted which was why I had forgotten. I wanted a normal life, not one where I would receive no privacy. And in the long run I was going to make sure I wasn't going to become his match, my goal was to grant him some freedom before seeking mines.

"Oh, that sounds really nice," I lied.

They smiled some more before turning their attention to Trunks who managed to ruin his hair a bit and they began to scold him before dragging him to a chair so they could fix it.

I felt a a hand tug at my shirt, I looked down to see a smiling Bulla.

I smiled lightly at her presence. I never fully got a chance to see much of her, she was only allowed to visit me twice when I was injured, and I knew she wasn't pleased with that. She seemed to have taken a great liking to me and me to her.

"You made it," she commented excitingly on my presence.

"Yeah," I responded.

"I thought he was going to make me text you again," she mumbled lowly.

I had brought my attention back to the triplets sprucing Trunks up when she mumbled words I assumed were to herself, but I managed to hear.

"Come again?"

"Nothing!" she answered too quickly.

She looked up at me and I gave her a look indicating she had to spill.

She took a deep breath, and removed her attention away from me and my assumption was to her brother.

"We made a deal. I send you the messages he types up because he's afraid and shy too send them himself."

I erupted in a low fit of giggles. He literally had his little sister send those cringe(y) messages to me. I mean I would've been embarrassed myself to have to be sending those types of messages and waiting for the response. But in my case I never really responded to his messages so he didn't have to fear my response which was just me laughing and smiling for a brief moment.

"Wow, I guess your brother is shy in certain situations," I admitted.

The photo shoot began minutes later. And I had a front row seat to see himself embarrassingly pose for a magazine. I had an opportunity many girls would fantasize to have, drooling over his looks while I couldn't help but find it funny at his posing.

But from a distance I yet again noticed that same frustration and annoyance in his eyes as he smiled for the camera operators as he posed on a chair. I knew modeling took a toll on people and you needed to uphold your image but he clearly didn't want to be here doing this, which was probably a thing he was forced to do because of his mother and he just had to follow along with her orders.

After a million of flashes from the camera and poses I assumed it was over. But it turned out there was more and he needed to change his outfit during this break while the camera operators and editors went over the photos they had now.

I watched him grab an apple from a refreshment table and take a bite before he began to head my way.

"So how did I look? Handsome right?" he asked as he wiggled his eyebrows.

I rolled my eyes, "silly," I responded before chuckling a bit.

He smiled at my response.

"I'm planning to have my little sister send messages to someone for me, what should I offer her in return?" I asked, a smile playing on my lips.

"Wha-" he cut himself off as he now looked at his little sister.

"Hey look, is that a cupcake?!" she pointed at the refreshment table before scurrying off.

He covered his face with the palm of his hand and I couldn't help but still smile at his reaction.

He removed his palm from his face to reveal very red cheeks.

"I can't believe she told you, we made a deal."

"And that deal was?"

"The deal was she sends the messages for me and I take her to see you which is why she's here today. But that turned out to be a bad idea."

He didn't exactly meet my gaze as he told me this, too embarrassed to look at me with an embarrassing confession.

"It's sweet…to a certain extent," I replied, causing him to look up at me.

"Really? So does that mean you'll finally reply to my messages?"

"No."

He frowned, "Why do you have to be so cold to me Chestnut?"

Before I could answer with a slick remark he was being called back to get ready for the next round of the photo shoot.

"Sorry I have to go now, but there's refreshments at the table over there so enjoy yourself. And don't miss me too much," he said before dashing towards the open fitting room and waving goodbye to me in the process.

I rolled my eyes and tried to hide my smile. He sure is something.