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~PART 2~

11/21

I went to see Trunks.

I wore a pair of black flares and chose a blue tank top to go with it. Sadly, due to a lack of training, my arm muscles are not quite as showy as they were before. The blue tank top showed enough belly to catch the guy's attention but not quite enough to anger Dad. A touch of lip-gloss and a little mascara completed the look.

When I got to the little coffee shop, Trunks was nowhere in sight. The store was empty, except from an old lady sitting at a table in the darkest corner of the room, slurping on a blueberry slushy (or so I thought). I was about to go and order myself a nice ice cappuccino but the old lady shot out from her little corner at incredible speed and grabbed my hand.

"Hey," I yelped. Her grip was pretty hard. "That's not nice!" I thought about kicking her but I'm a young girl and she's an old woman, it wouldn't look very good.

"Shut up!"  The old woman hissed. She used her hand to tip up the hood she was wearing over her head a bit and I caught a glimpse of two icy blue eyes under a few strand of lavender hair.

"Oh hi, T—"

"Don't say my name!"

"Um, hi Tracy. Why, may I ask, are you dressed like this?"

"To avoid unwanted attention."

OH. Unwanted attention meaning the nosy reporters, the stupid cameramen and all the retarded questions they kept firing one after another. Sometimes I wonder why rich and famous people are always considered better than all the other ordinary people. I mean, everything little detail of what they do or say is recorded and put on to papers, magazines, or the Internet -- even if they are just simple things like what they ate in the morning or what kind of shampoo they used for their hair.

I remember once a few years ago when somebody told Bra that they found a nude picture of her on the Internet and it was true. Somebody cut out her head from a magazine and pasted it onto a nude body! Then Bra told her parents and her father was furious. He flew out and after a few hours, returned with a slight smirk. I hate to think what must have happened to the person who did this…

Anyways, we were sitting in that little booth, Trunk and I. I got my ice cap and a donut. Oh, it was a caramel one too. Mmm, donut! Then there was a long silence between us. I hate silences, because the day when… um, I better not talk about that. That is just wrong, I already tried so hard to forget about it.

So I broke the silence. "What do you want?" I asked him.

Trunks shrugged. "How are you these days?"

Wow, big surprise. Normally, his sentences always began with "I". I played with my hair, which had grown quite long already, trying to form a suitable answer in my mind. "I'm fine."

"Sure?"

"Yeah, what do you mean?"

He told me that my parents are worried about me. I laughed; my parents always worry about me. He said my parents don't understand me these days, it seemed like everything they did was offensive to me in one way or the other.

"Are you going through that normal rebellion stage in a teenager's life?" he asked me.

I wanted to slap him right then and there. How dare he call me a teenager? Well, maybe it's not the word "teenager" that pissed me off but the way he said it, like he felt so superior and wiser. "Maybe, maybe not. What do you think?"

"I think you are." He said, then after a short pause. He added, "I like bad girls."

Hmm, I think I had enough of this conversation. I know Trunks suddenly wanted to talk to me – it's because of my parents! Mom probably had a chat with Bra's mom and discussed my big behaviour issue with her. Then somehow they decided to ask Trunks to come and gave me a big lecture. Maybe they asked Bra first but because she is still mad at me…

"I have to go," I said. "I have tons of homework."

He said I still haven't touched my drink and the donut.

"You can have it, Trunks. After all, you paid for it." I sneered.  

He grabbed me by the shoulders. "Don't be a bitch." Then something so unpredictable happened. He pulled me towards him and kissed me. Words cannot describe that kiss. I have kissed before, many times in fact, but nothing can compare with that. It felt surreal like I was in a dream or something. I kissed him back, I have no idea why, but it felt good.

Trunks pulled back from me suddenly and smiled at me. "I gotta go, Pan, I'll see you around." I watched him as he disappeared out the door of the coffee shop. The taste of his kiss still lingered on my lips.

Now I'm back in my room, wearing my favourite orange pyjamas, eating ice cream and writing in my diary. I think I can almost be considered a normal teenager girl but that's never going to happen. I don't think I can ever be normal again after that … I really shouldn't think about that.

You know, some girls would do anything, even jump off a cliff, just to shake Trunks Brief's hand. I can sort-of understand that. First of all, the guy is Rich; with a capital R. Secondly, he is absolutely gorgeous (the icy blue eyes are a big bonus). They said sweat is very unattractive, but on Trunks (especially when he just had a tough hour of training with his dad and is topless), sweat is… uh, let's just say very decorative. Finally, he's SINGLE! Maybe this isn't exactly normal for a guy who's wanted by every single girl of the entire female population but that doesn't make him any less appealing.

The only thing I hate about him is the fact that his ego is HUGE. Come on, somebody should tell him that he's not all that. Aside from that, what can I say? He is perfect. And is it my fault that I kind of like him a little?

11/22

I feel so sorry for Uncle. He just broke up with Pares. It was a neutral break up; nobody cheated or argued. But Uncle is still sad. I guess he did liked Pares a lot, maybe even loved her and now he's single again. I wonder who his new girlfriend will be.

Bra will be happy if she hears the news though, she has this unexplainable crush on Uncle ever since she's thirteen. 

I have a major algebra test coming up, better go deal with that huge pile of textbooks on my desk.