How To Be A Heartbreaker
Chapter 10: Revelations
A/N: No more games, simply the pure truth. Marron's backstory and some more info on the Elder lady, ready?!
A familiar scene played out before the four women idly sat in the round table. Foods of the highest caliber set out for them. The ombre haired girl watched the brunette quietly as she silently ate her meal, then switched over to the redhead. She wondered, if one of them thought the same as she did. But of course, decided it was best to keep quiet until someone decided to bring it up. Who knows what could happen if she actually mentioned Trunks Briefs, the man who they were trying to get back at and Marron Chestnut.
The pink-haired woman looked up, blinking slowly. "Has…anyone heard from Marron?" She asked, while her hand lowered on to the tavle. "I haven't heard much since the whole Galaxy thing," Blue eyes cavorted, "Did she succeed?!" The pinkette asked.
Cheryl switched from redhead, Aria, over to Dahlia and shrugged, "Last I heard was from the media, Trunks was really pissed apparently." The fiery haired woman began, "He even ditched the girl he was with at the event and just left, weird right?"
Artemis' emerald eyes shot open, "Oh yeah I heard too!" The brunette said before swallowing the mouthful of food. "Maybe Marron was able to pull it off, it's not like him to dump his best friend mid-way through an outing." She mumbled, "Man…Marron's good."
Aria nodded being the most quiet she was barely even heard, "Yes, very strange I would thought he would have stayed."
Cheryl cleared her throat and looked at the rest of the girl's. "Don't you think…that Trunks and Marron are…" She began quietly but serious. Artemis and the rest of the girls stared at her, eyes squinted whilst jaws set.
"Are what?" Dahlia snapped just a bit angrily. "Are you seriously implying that they are cute?" Dahlia's lip arched as Cheryl slowly nodded, occasionally looking away. "I swear…Cheryl I wonder about you, what is wrong with you?!" The pink-haired girl exclaimed throwing her napkin down at the clothed wooden table. "Are you even sane, this is Trunks Briefs we are talking about," The model began, "Also known as the ultimate asshole of assholes…the dick of dicks," She continued, "If you actually cared for Marron you wouldn't even THINK of that…it's not fair for her to risk her heart a second time." Dahlia growled and finalized that speech with a sip of her wine.
Artemis nodded with a pout pulled arose her lips. "It's true, that's just cruel to Marron and her feelings." Artemis sighed, "Trunks is a very cold person at times, and I don't think she can handle that." She stated just a bit worriedly.
The redhead grit her teeth and gripped on to the white table-cloth, standing up whilst the palms of her hands pressed against the table. "You guys don't get it?" She asked aloud. "Marron is a strong girl, stop worrying about her wellbeing she has obviously shown she's capable to anything and won't cry due to a broken heart." Everyone stared shocked that the introverted and secretive girl finally decided to speak out. "If you think one second that she can't deal with a Trunks, then…no one can," Aria bit her lip, "They are both reckless heartbreakers, and suit each other more than anyone else."
Dahlia stared at Aria in utter disbelief and so did Artemis, "So don't go and bash Cheryl for her opinions." Aria meekly mumbled before sitting back down.
Cheryl wiped the corner of her lip and, gracefully picked up the wine-cup. "Well...if you excuse me, I'll be taking my leave." She stated, sipping the rest of her wine and setting the glass down on the island as she walked out of the room.
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There were things to finish, the bet ended next week and Trunks hasn't even gotten into first base. Wasn't he supposed to have her begging? If he can somehow get through every base in two weeks then- No...that wouldn't happen. Marron is too proud to actually let him go so quickly. Why is she so complex?! Couldn't she be like any other girl he's dated, simple, polite and knows went to shut up? Well...that excludes Cheryl, she was a different case. Then again...maybe if he didn't cheat on her with Dahlia...
Once again, the CEO sidetracked himself from his original train of thought. First he focused on his paperwork, then he remembered Marron and now his exes? Seriously, the hell was going on with him today. As if on cue Marron walked in with a whole lot of more paperwork. Just what he needed. More of these damn contracts. "Mr. Briefs you're still on the same document I saw you with last time I walked in, thirty minutes ago!" She exclaimed. She leant the palms of her hands against the wooden desk, staring down at her boss. "Something wrong?"
"N-No, can you just get me some coffee." He grumbled before pinching the bridge of his nose, massaging it slowly. "You know which type right?"
The blonde eyed him and pushed herself off the desk. "Yeah, yeah...Cuban right?" The blonde asked, her foot tapping against the marble flooring in annoyance. Her cerulean eyes glaring through her other corner. "Well?" Believe it or not, she wasn't as fed up as before with the ordeal...it still pissed her to no ends though. Trunks nodded giving a wave of dismissal.
Marron looked him up and down. What was up with him today? Was it that he couldn't concentrate, or maybe he was too stressed? Already reaching the elevator she had looked down to her black pumps, her blonde brows furrowed. He wasn't exactly being himself, and that someway...somehow scared her just a bit. A more serious demeanor since the last time she spoke to him and it bothered her. Was he even- NO, Marron! She shouldn't care how his well-being is, she should be plotting.
The blonde folded her arms over her chest, leaning her back against the cylindrical shaped glass elevator. Glancing outdoors, Marron examined the busy streets. Eyes trailing along the colorful lines of cars on the bustling streets. A breathless sigh was let out as the elevator finally descended down the seventy-stories, surprisingly enough uninterrupted. Doors flung open widely to meet the face of the same annoying receptionist once more smiling painfully at Marron. Who gave an equally painful smile back.
"Ms. Chestnut, I do advise you get an umbrella, Summer rain has hit West City terribly lately." The woman managed to squeak out without letting out one grating sound. "If you need there's some in the storage room over there- I will, uh, go get them." Marron glanced at the woman nearly shocked as she saw her run desperately to the closet and pull out a decent quality umbrella for her. "This wasn't my intention, it was the boss' orders." The receptionist continued.
"Oh..." The blue-eyed charm muttered, Trunks ordered her to do all that? For what? The blonde simply couldn't get the thought through her brain. As to why exactly would the man go ahead and order his other employee's to treat her with more authority. She was no different from the other's. "Alright...thank you Lucile." Marron pouted looking down at the black umbrella in her hands and opened the door walking out, opening the umbrella above her, as she walked down the cemented sidewalk.
The raindrops, soft and gentle, collided with the black felt. Marron with squinted cerulean eyes felt utterly confused. Still trying to get everything sorted out. Her confident stride became just a bit more wobblier with every step she took. So, she started to stomp each step to refrain from slipping. Keep in mind, she was wearing pumps. Nearly falling over on her face, the blonde's hand snatched a bistro table avoiding the fall. A loud sigh of relief emitted through her lips.
She looked up to find that bistro, where she found that elderly woman. That one woman, who repeatedly asked of her to take care of Trunks...though she had no idea who she was. Walking in she met the woman's matching cerulean eyes. That shockingly enough were similar to hers. She noticed several things, a face like her mother's...hands and nails like hers. Marron blinked slowly at her as the woman smiled. "Marron...how are you?" She asked. "Is Trunks okay?"
The blue-eyed blonde nodded slowly. Her shaky hands cracking each finger slowly. "Yes, yes...he's uh, fine." Marron coughed out.
The elderly smiled weakly, "I'm glad you two are talking again...poor boy couldn't stand it." She continued, "Well, before the accident." She mumbled to herself sorrowfully as she began to brew the coffee. "Maybe...," she continued and looked up to the wide-eyed Marron who stood with her jaw hanging slightly, "Has he shown any sign of improvement...you know, memory-wise?" She asked.
Marron cocked her head to the side, "W-What?" She asked, "L-Listen, I have no idea what you're talking about...what accident?" Marron asked, a brow arched.
The elder's eyes nearly popped out of her very skull, "You mean Bulma didn't tell you?!" She exclaimed pouring the coffee into the cup and setting it down all at once. "I can't believe it, you don't know what happen?!" Marron shook her head slowly. "Oh...hun, such terrible things has that poor boy been going through." She mumbled quietly sitting down in the chair before the younger blonde. "You really...have no idea?" The elder asked ever so quietly.
Marron shook her head, "I've never heard of Trunks going through anything, care to elaborate ma'am?" She asked, interest in her voice.
The elder sighed. "You should remember full and well what happen Marron, the day...after the concert, remember?"
Oh yes...Marron remembers loud and clear. Marron thought she would never get over that heartbreak, it all happened in one quick whirlwind of emotion and she hated every burning, anguishing second of it. Even Seven years later, when she stands her being Twenty-One years old, she still feels the stinging feeling in her throat. It wasn't even that bad...but she, she was so infatuated, so enveloped in what she believed was love.
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(7 Years Ago. Marron's P.O.V)
Where was he?! He said he'd be here! Ugh...well he could have just gone into the bathroom, no big deal. But I wanted him to see me in my most glorious of moments. What a shame. Though it's not a big deal, he's been here for everything else. One musical concert didn't matter, right? Even if I've gone beyond my limits? I had hit the notes I've been practicing months for...and I was ever so close to obtaining my whistle register.
So...where was her self-claimed boyfriend, the sixteen year-old was no-where I can see. A pang of raw sadness soared over my chest, and wrapped itself so tightly around my vocal chords and the faintest of squeaks emitted. As the parents, along with their children began to make exodus of the building, my cerulean eyes still searched through the crowd. Not finding him anywhere. Was it bad that it simply pissed me to no ends?
Maybe I'm being selfish. Trunks does have things to do anyway. It's not like if he left it was on purpose or anything...right? As I descended down the steps of the backstage, I make my way towards the exit. Not before hearing a bump, followed by another, and another.
And the sounds made my suspicions grow. Rose petals scattered about, much like the ones I found Trunks holding a few hours ago. Then again, I shouldn't jump into any conclusions...I mean, many people brought red roses to their children for this event. It's not like he did anything.
But...the minute I saw the swung open door...I did in fact feel the stinging feeling wrap like a knife around my throat. My shaky fingers unable to quit their clamor, and were those tears that clouded my vision? Was that, sadness that wrapped me like a jacket and swelled in my feeble heart? Because...I didn't want to see this, no...I didn't want to look any longer.
Red glistening lips pressed together, to whatever girl he was currently pinning against the wall. Doing things, that any girl who dates fears her man would do to someone else. Grinding and petting, maybe there was a reason to all of this. He kissed her in ways that...he never kissed me. I've never made him feel nor look that way. All real pure emotion has so rapidly withered away as I watched in silence...Was I no good for him anymore? What a shock...those roses now squashed, and dead. Like me. Squashed and broken, frail and light weighted. Because this girl, whomever she may be...he obviously thought she was better.
Because I am...I am...I am...
I am no good...
With a weakened sob that decided to escape my vocal chords I decided to not say anything but, "Screw you too, Bastard." I might of broken the tension between the two, yes that was for sure. Because my voice, it made him turn and look at me like a deer caught in headlights. My teary cerulean eyes glared at him, because all those "I love you's" and plans we made, were now...were now...pure BULLSHIT.
With that I turned, and from now on...there was no looking back.
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"Thank you...for bringing that up, ma'am..." Marron bit her lip, smiling just a bit weakly, "It wasn't exactly an easy thing to get over..." She sighed, her elbow propped on the table. "He did do a terrible thing but I guess-"
The elder looked at the blonde shaking her head slowly, "You don't know his side of his story do you?"
Marron growled and folded her arms over her chest. "Yes, he cheated..." She began, "He obviously never loved me anyway, and convinced me to think love is a fairy tale...which isn't." She finalized her eyes narrowed down to the chair. "Trunks Ouji Briefs is a scumbag, who did break my heart and took away my ability to ever trust a person fully." She stated flatly.
The woman shook her head, "Marron...there are things you should know about the boy...because there are things that happened after that...that affected his life permanently." The elder stressed, "More over the reason, he still doesn't remember you." The elder continued, "Maybe you should go..." Marron looked at her as she handed her the coffee, nodding reassuringly as she ushered her out of the store...hoping she hadn't affected anything.
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So close...so damn close. Once again. The memory of the mystery girl who bothered his mind for years, started to kick in. But the picture, the name, the sweet voice...it wasn't there. Trunks couldn't see her and it was driving crazy. Because he almost had everything pieced together. The thought has bugged him for an extremely long time now. But the pressure, the memory it was drowning him. They told him the memory was nearly impossible to find once more.
But why did it feel as if...it were coming back. The memory of that girl...it keeps coming back, he couldn't stand it. Who exactly was she?! Why was she so important?! The CEO gave up throwing his face into his hands before looking up to find his assistant. A smirk somewhat pulling across his lips.
"Thanks." He stated cooly taking a sip of coffee.
"Marron."
SO MUCH HAPPENED! I was originally intending for this chapter to go elsewhere, but decided that the tenth chapter was a good chapter to reveal our beloved heartbreaker's back story. Along with some extra info...if you caught it then KUDOS to you!
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