Chapter 2: Jack
A/n--Hey! I just wanted to say that I know it says there's supposed to be an unspeakable evil...but it's gonna take a *little* while to get there. It's *ahem* a long story. lol. Enjoy!
Impact never came. Instead, I actually started going up. The air rushed past me, but I could breathe again. I took big gulps of fresh air.
Wait a second, what's going on? I'm supposed to be dead by now!
I opened my eyes and only saw lavender. Lots of lavender. Trunks' hair. I saw his face. He seemed angry. I realized that I was flying in his arms, back up to the roof. He held on to me tightly, as if I'd jump again.
"Marron, what were you thinking? You could've died!" That was the point, I thought.
"How'd you know...how'd you find me?" I asked.
"I saw you leave the party. You seemed upset...so I followed you. Up the stairs, to the roof. I saw you jump...." He looked at me. Trunks no longer seemed angry, he seemed...worried? "Marron, why?" I buried my face in his chest. To hide the tears.
He landed on the roof. "No, I can't go back to the party. Please...take me home."
"Why-"
"Please."
"I don't know where you live," Trunks said.
"I live three blocks away from here. In the Satan City Apartment Complex." I showed him where it was and he dropped me off at my balcony. "Thank you," I murmured. "Good night."
"Marron?"
"Yes?"
"Promise me you'll never do that again." I hesitated. "Please." He looked at me with his pleading sky blue eyes.
"I promise." He smiled.
"Good night."
"Good night." He stepped up to the railing.
"And Marron?" I turned around. "I care." Trunks flew off into the distance, leaving me standing there in shock.
My fingers were still crossed behind my back.
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When I woke up, it was raining. I opened the curtains and saw just a bleak and dreary day. I actually liked days like that, however. It was the perfect day to curl up on a couch and read.
I took a shower, dressed, then looked in my refrigerator for something to eat. All I saw was a moldy bowl of rice (which I promptly threw out) and a bottle of ketchup. "Looks like I'll be eating out for breakfast," I muttered. I pulled on my jacket and walked down the twelve flights of stairs to the exit (the elevator broke down, just my luck).
It was colder than I thought it would be, and as the cold wind hit me I suddenly remembered the night before. Trunks probably told everyone...ugh, they'd treat me like a complete psycho. I probably am. Oh well. At least people would pay attention to me. Nevertheless it was embarressing.
I went to the restaurant I worked at (I had the day off) and got a coffee and a bagel. As I ate I looked around at all the people. Good thing I don't have to work today, I thought, 'cos this place is packed! Every table was taken and the two waitresses were frantic, running from table to table. I saw poor Lizzie Parsen, an American girl, at the verge of tears as she struggled to understand the things people saying to her. Michiko, the other waitress, was screaming at a customer while trying to balance three trays. I sighed. Then I saw the familar shade of lavender. Trunks! He was sitting only two tables away with Goten. They were deep in conversation. Oh no! I can't let him see me! I can't face him! He probably thinks I'm a freak! I waved Michiko over. "Can I have my check, please?" Her eyes widened. "I need it now."
"Do you see how crowded it is today? I'll probably have time to get your check when my shift's over. Sorry girl, but you're going to have to wait!"
"But--" She was already gone. I sighed. I hid my face and hoped to Kame they wouldn't--
"Marron?" I cringed and looked up. It was none other than Trunks. Goten was watching us. Oh no...Trunks probably told Goten....
"H-Hey Trunks." I looked down at my lap. He sat across from me.
"I was wondering, you know, how you were doing...." He talked to me calmly and slowly, as if I didn't understand.
"I'm fine, Trunks. Fine." We were silent for a moment.
"Tell me something." His eyes blazed into mine. "Why did you jump last night?" I laughed bitterly.
"If you have to ask," I said, putting money on the table for my food,"then you're not as smart as everyone thinks you are." I got up and left. I pushed open the door and was once again hit by the force of the cold wind. Trunks followed after me.
"Marron!" I kept walking and bumped into someone. I looked up and saw him staring down at me, a smile on his perfect face. He had black hair cut very short and spiked up in the front and intense blue eyes. He looked oddly familar...like I knew him from somewhere.
"Hey," he said. His voice sent chills down my spine.
"Hey." Trunks suddenly grabbed my arm, bringing me back into reality.
"Marron, just answer me! I'm only trying to help!"
"Let go of me!"
"Is there a problem here?" the guy asked.
"Yes," I said.
"No," Trunks said. The two boys glared at each other. I wrenched myself out of Trunks' grasp. Goten appeared in the restaurant doorway. Trunks glanced back at him. "I'll talk to you later, Marron." He left. I sighed with relief.
"Marron? That's a pretty name," the guy said. I blushed. "I'm Jack. Lizzie's brother. You know her?"
"Yeah," I said.
"I'm supposed to pick her up." He smiled at me. "I know this sounds weird 'cos we just met...sorta...but anyway do you want to do go dinner with me?" My grin couldn't get any bigger.
"Sure."
"How about here, seven o' clock?"
"It's gonna be packed."
"Hmm...true," he said. "How about my place, seven o' clock?" My stomach was twisting in knots. His place? "You don't have you...I wouldn't trust someone who I just bumped into...but you're different."
"No...I want to." He smiled.
"Great. Here's my address and my number if you need to call for directions or something." He whipped out a pen and wrote it on the back of my hand. "See ya then."
"See ya." I smiled at him and walked away. A little voice in the back of my head kept asking,"What have you gotten yourself into?!"