Disclaimer: Danish IS mine
A/N: Why do inspirations always seem to come at 12:30 in the morning? I have no idea where this is going. I can't write for crap.
BTW: ~ means thinking.
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Pan slumped her head down on the desk. She needed a distraction and Chem. class wasn't one she would've picked.
"Ms. Son?"
The voice failed to register in Pan's mind.
"Ms. Son, I'm asking you for the last time. Sit up and pay attention."
The class snickered at Pan's misfortune. Not that she cared. She hated school. She leaned back in her chair and glared defiantly at the teacher.
"I am paying attention."
~Well, I am paying attention to some things, just not you.~
Pan smirked.
"Wipe that smirk off your face, young lady. See me after class.
~Oh great. What the hell did I do now?~
*BBRRIINGGG*
"Okay, thats it for today. For homework read pages 100-130. We'll review them next class. Ms. Son, please come here."
Reluctantly, Pan dragged herself towards the desk.
"Pan, this is the fifth time this week that you've been slacking off. You need to pay attention. You can't learn anything by sleeping on your desk. You can catch up after school in the detention hall."
"Fine. Can I go now?"
Mr. Walters nodded and Pan left the class.
~Oh this is just perfect, Dad is going to be pissed if he finds out. Maybe I can get Bra to cover for me.~
Pan headed for her locker to dump her stuff. Bra was probably fixing her make-up, which she did after every class. Pan couldn't figure out how she could stand to wear so much. She hated it on her skin. It made her feel dirty.
"Hey Pan." Bra greated her friend. "Whats wrong?"
"Oh, just Walters being annoying. I got detention for 'not listening'. My dad's going to kill me if he finds out. Can you cover for me or something? Say that you dragged me to the mall?"
"Sure thing. Oh I wish we had classes together.'
"Yeah, so do I." said Pan.
"So, do you want to come to my house after your detention and veg for awhile?"
"No!" said Pan, a little too quickly. "Lets go to the mall." Bra raised an eyebrow. "I don't wanna lie to my dad."
"I never thought I'd see the day when Son Pan wanted to go to the mall. I usually have to drag you there."
Pan shrugged. "Like I said, I don't like straight out lying to my dad."
"Alright then. You can help me buy some shoes. I got this great dress for my date tonight but I need some good shoes to go with it, and maybe some accessories and make-up. I wanna look perfect for Darion..."
"Darion? What happened to Mitchell?"
Bra gave Pan a playful shove. "Silly, that was last week's guy. He's old news."
"Oh really." said Pan. Not that Bra heard her. She was still listing stuff she would need for her date.
~I wonder if she even knows what love is. It's a game to her.~
"Oh shit, we got like 30 seconds to get to class. Do you want me to wait here for you, or meet you at the mall?" asked Bra, looking at her watch.
"Meet at the mall. I'll fly or something."
"Alright, see ya then." shouted Bra, runnning down the hallway in one direction as Pan took the other.
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Pan sighed with relief, stepping out into the afternoon air. Detention had been extremely tedious and dull. She wasn't looking forward to going to the mall. Bra would drag her to every store, try everything on, leave, do all the stores again then ask what Pan thought. But that option was better than going to Capsule Corporation. She would do anything to avoid Trunks. Even....*shudder*....try on a dress.
"Hey Pan!"
Pan stopped dead in her tracks. She knew that voice.
"Hey Trunks." she said, trying to smile as she turned around.
"Are you just leaving the school?" Pan nodded. "Did'ya get detention?" she nodded again. "What teacher?"
Trunks laughed at the look on the raven-haired girls face. "Ahh, so it was Walters? Thought so. He's the worst. Aw man, the tricks me and Goten used to pull on him....we'd have non-stop detention. Goten usually got off the hook though. I was always the one blamed for being 'the Mastermind.' You going home? I'll give you a lift if you want."
"Nah, I'm going to the mall..."
"Well I can drive you there too. Hop in."
Pan found she didn't have a choice. She slid slowly into the smooth leather seats of the silver convertable.
~Great, wasn't this what I was trying to avoid.~
"Hey, where've ya been lately? I haven't seen you in ages. Got a boyfriend?" he teased under his breath.
~I wish.~ "Could you imagine me with a boyfriend? Guys don'y even see me. I've just been busy."
"Too busy for a friend?" His voice was a little sad when he asked that.
"Sorry."
"Thats alright." Trunks smiled and put his arm around her in a quick one-sided hug. He didn't notice how tense Pan became when he touched her. "We should get together this weekend and have a Movie Party, watch those old classics, eat dry popcorn and drink flat pop. It'll be just like the real thing. How's it sound?"
"Just great Trunks. Thanks for the lift." she stammered as they pulled up to the mall. "See ya." and she ran as fast as she could away from the car.
"Was it something I said?" asked the bewildered Trunks. "Maybe it's that time of the month. Must be...."
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Yep, that sucked BUT IT WILL GET BETTER. I just need to clarify that Trunks is oblivious to what Pan feels for him. Oh the ages are somewhere around:
Pan: 16
Bra: 17
Goten: 24
Trunks: 25
I just made those up, if the story goes on to state different, go by the story. If it doesn't, go by these.
THANK YOU to Kira and Summer Black for reviewing. It meant a lot.
A/N: Why do inspirations always seem to come at 12:30 in the morning? I have no idea where this is going. I can't write for crap.
BTW: ~ means thinking.
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Pan slumped her head down on the desk. She needed a distraction and Chem. class wasn't one she would've picked.
"Ms. Son?"
The voice failed to register in Pan's mind.
"Ms. Son, I'm asking you for the last time. Sit up and pay attention."
The class snickered at Pan's misfortune. Not that she cared. She hated school. She leaned back in her chair and glared defiantly at the teacher.
"I am paying attention."
~Well, I am paying attention to some things, just not you.~
Pan smirked.
"Wipe that smirk off your face, young lady. See me after class.
~Oh great. What the hell did I do now?~
*BBRRIINGGG*
"Okay, thats it for today. For homework read pages 100-130. We'll review them next class. Ms. Son, please come here."
Reluctantly, Pan dragged herself towards the desk.
"Pan, this is the fifth time this week that you've been slacking off. You need to pay attention. You can't learn anything by sleeping on your desk. You can catch up after school in the detention hall."
"Fine. Can I go now?"
Mr. Walters nodded and Pan left the class.
~Oh this is just perfect, Dad is going to be pissed if he finds out. Maybe I can get Bra to cover for me.~
Pan headed for her locker to dump her stuff. Bra was probably fixing her make-up, which she did after every class. Pan couldn't figure out how she could stand to wear so much. She hated it on her skin. It made her feel dirty.
"Hey Pan." Bra greated her friend. "Whats wrong?"
"Oh, just Walters being annoying. I got detention for 'not listening'. My dad's going to kill me if he finds out. Can you cover for me or something? Say that you dragged me to the mall?"
"Sure thing. Oh I wish we had classes together.'
"Yeah, so do I." said Pan.
"So, do you want to come to my house after your detention and veg for awhile?"
"No!" said Pan, a little too quickly. "Lets go to the mall." Bra raised an eyebrow. "I don't wanna lie to my dad."
"I never thought I'd see the day when Son Pan wanted to go to the mall. I usually have to drag you there."
Pan shrugged. "Like I said, I don't like straight out lying to my dad."
"Alright then. You can help me buy some shoes. I got this great dress for my date tonight but I need some good shoes to go with it, and maybe some accessories and make-up. I wanna look perfect for Darion..."
"Darion? What happened to Mitchell?"
Bra gave Pan a playful shove. "Silly, that was last week's guy. He's old news."
"Oh really." said Pan. Not that Bra heard her. She was still listing stuff she would need for her date.
~I wonder if she even knows what love is. It's a game to her.~
"Oh shit, we got like 30 seconds to get to class. Do you want me to wait here for you, or meet you at the mall?" asked Bra, looking at her watch.
"Meet at the mall. I'll fly or something."
"Alright, see ya then." shouted Bra, runnning down the hallway in one direction as Pan took the other.
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Pan sighed with relief, stepping out into the afternoon air. Detention had been extremely tedious and dull. She wasn't looking forward to going to the mall. Bra would drag her to every store, try everything on, leave, do all the stores again then ask what Pan thought. But that option was better than going to Capsule Corporation. She would do anything to avoid Trunks. Even....*shudder*....try on a dress.
"Hey Pan!"
Pan stopped dead in her tracks. She knew that voice.
"Hey Trunks." she said, trying to smile as she turned around.
"Are you just leaving the school?" Pan nodded. "Did'ya get detention?" she nodded again. "What teacher?"
Trunks laughed at the look on the raven-haired girls face. "Ahh, so it was Walters? Thought so. He's the worst. Aw man, the tricks me and Goten used to pull on him....we'd have non-stop detention. Goten usually got off the hook though. I was always the one blamed for being 'the Mastermind.' You going home? I'll give you a lift if you want."
"Nah, I'm going to the mall..."
"Well I can drive you there too. Hop in."
Pan found she didn't have a choice. She slid slowly into the smooth leather seats of the silver convertable.
~Great, wasn't this what I was trying to avoid.~
"Hey, where've ya been lately? I haven't seen you in ages. Got a boyfriend?" he teased under his breath.
~I wish.~ "Could you imagine me with a boyfriend? Guys don'y even see me. I've just been busy."
"Too busy for a friend?" His voice was a little sad when he asked that.
"Sorry."
"Thats alright." Trunks smiled and put his arm around her in a quick one-sided hug. He didn't notice how tense Pan became when he touched her. "We should get together this weekend and have a Movie Party, watch those old classics, eat dry popcorn and drink flat pop. It'll be just like the real thing. How's it sound?"
"Just great Trunks. Thanks for the lift." she stammered as they pulled up to the mall. "See ya." and she ran as fast as she could away from the car.
"Was it something I said?" asked the bewildered Trunks. "Maybe it's that time of the month. Must be...."
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Yep, that sucked BUT IT WILL GET BETTER. I just need to clarify that Trunks is oblivious to what Pan feels for him. Oh the ages are somewhere around:
Pan: 16
Bra: 17
Goten: 24
Trunks: 25
I just made those up, if the story goes on to state different, go by the story. If it doesn't, go by these.
THANK YOU to Kira and Summer Black for reviewing. It meant a lot.