Irresistible
– Classy Bathrooms, Rabid Squirrels, and Too Much to Drink
Hey!! I'm in a typing mode even though I
have tons of homework. I decided to type this much faster than expected since I
got so many threats and "you're so evil!" reviews. And also sooo many people
have emailed me and begged for me to type it up faster and upload! I felt so
special!! ^_^ ::Very scared:: Well, here's the 7th chapter. Thank
you sooooooooooooooooooo much for liking this story. You really, honestly,
don't know how happy I feel about this actually being successful. And it's all
because of you!. I seriously considered if I should stop the series because its
in New York right now, but I didn't mention the World Trade Centers so I think
I am okay. I also would like to express my sympathy toward the families who
were torn apart by terrorists.
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonBallZ/GT.
If I did, Trunks and Pan would officially be a couple. (They are, but you know
how those writers like to keep you in suspense. ^_~)
~*~*~*~
I refused to cry.
It was about 11 o'clock. I was in one of
the Plaza Hotel's many bathrooms stalls. They were very nice, bathrooms. They
had little toiletries and flavored soap. There were huge comfy couches
that you could just sleep on and the
bathroom stalls were nice and huge. In any other circumstances, I would've
taken in the beauty and enjoyed it. But right now, I was in a stall, trying not
to ball. All because of Trunks.
I can't believe he used me. I was supposed
to be his friend and maybe something more. But the asshole didn't feel the way
I did. He just used me to get back at his bitchy ex-girlfriend. I was the
perfect guinea pig; I was a friend of the family, and he knew I wouldn't run to
my dad and tell on him. I had too much dignity to admit to my dad when I was
wrong and he's right. That's why he used me.
A single tear came down my cheek and I
wiped it away, convincing myself that to really cry, you would have to shed at
least three tears. I was still in shock. I couldn't believe that Trunks would
use me of all people. I was supposedly his Panny-chan. If anyone would
have told me Trunks would use me like he did, I would have laughed and called
them a liar.
The door to the bathroom opened and I
recognized Bra's ki. I slowly opened my door and let Bra catch a glimpse of my
heartbroken face.
"He used me," I said, disgusted at the
pitiful tone in my voice. Ugh. Vegeta would be so ashamed of me right now.
Bra gave me a hug and another tear fell
down. It was only two tears, I reminded myself. I still haven't
officially cried.
"I know, sweetie. Goten is out there right
now, chewing him out. My brother is such an asshole," she said.
"I just can't believe he would do that,
you know?" I whimpered into her shoulder. She wiped away my tears and gave me a
weak smile.
She shook her head. "Who would've thought he
would use you to get back or get his Rosita back. I can't believe he would go
and hurt you like that." Count on Bra for unintentionally pouring salt in my
wounds.
I looked up at her and forced my lips into
what I hoped was a smile. "Bra, I need some time alone, okay?"
She nodded and gave me a kiss on the
forehead. "It'll be okay, Panny. Trust me."
She left and the last tear strolled down
my cheek. I was officially crying now.
~*~*~*~
Central Park was very deserted in the
early morning. Only hobos who gave birds crumbs and drug dealers were around,
and luckily I saw only two of them. It was just the way I wanted. Peace, quiet,
and no bastards. I flew towards a park bench and sat on it, enjoying the view
of the lake. My hair was up in a ratty ponytail, and my eyes were rimmed with
red. I sniffled a bit and enjoyed the warmth of my old sweats.
I was depressed. There was no denying my
emotions. I was utterly and completely depressed. I sighed, wondering why he
was invading my thoughts. After everything he did, after all the shit I dealt
with, I still loved him. I wanted to work things out with him. He was the only
one I wanted, no matter what he put me through. A squirrel came next to me and
tried to scratch me. What the hell? I blasted it into another dimension, not
feeling guilty at all.
With a resigned sigh, I realized that I
was going to talk to him. I loved him too much and the thought of him and me
never speaking again hurt me deeply. I would talk to him – not today or
tomorrow, though; I still was raw from yesterday, but I would eventually talk
to him. I felt his ki approach me and started to get nervous. No, not now! I
look like shit! It was amazing that I still cared how I looked in for him.
He landed softly and tentatively walked
toward, like he was afraid I was going to bolt. I wanted to bolt, oh I did, but
if I showed emotions, I would be more vulnerable. He sat beside me and heaved a
deep sigh. He was waiting for a reaction, he was waiting for a scream, a slap,
anything, except silence.
"Pan, I'm sorry," he said. Nothing came
from my mouth. I wanted to hear his lame ass excuse.
He eyed me warily then continued. "Pan, I
really hurt you. It was wrong of me to do that. I am so sorry for hurting you
like that." Omigod, he must have been dropped on his head when he was a baby if
he thinks I'm actually going to accept that.
"You mean so much to me, Pan. I just want
for you to forgive me." He looked at me, pleading for a reaction. And I gave
him a glare that would've scared Vegeta. He flinched under my cold stare. I saw
him begging for forgiveness in his eyes. He was trying to use that puppy dog
shit on me.
He gave me a pleading look, and I finally
let one emotion show. Anger. I was disgusted at him.
"You need to get your own material than
borrow from my uncle," I snapped. His eyes widened and filled with hurt, but I
was on a roll. "I mean, I am not one of your chicken-head ex-girlfriends, so
don't expect me to fall for the same line that they did."
He stood up and gave me a glare, but mine
was much colder.
"Pan, don't get all self-righteous. I
meant what I said. I'm sorry for hurting you, and bruising you like that. I
know what I did was wrong-" but I cut him off. He was trying to use the pity
card.
"Don't even go there! You are sounding
like some chessy-ass soap opera drama shit. 'Oh, forgive me Babara. I am so
wrong!' Make up your own fucking material. And I can't believe you have the
balls to call me self-righteous!" I yelled.
He stood up and turned around then looked
back at me, frustration visible. "Pan, I mean it! You mean so much, to me! I am
sorry for using you like that. I didn't mean to let it go out of control… I was
wrong, and I know it, please understand."
"How many other girls have gotten that
excuse? 100, 200? Am I supposed to feel special? In fact, I remember you
bragging to be and my uncle about how some chick fell for that line. Trunks,
you are nothing but a stupid-ass bitch who thinks with his pants, not his mind.
I do not accept your 'apology'," I harshly said.
He grabbed my hand and looked deep into my
eyes. "But, Pan, I lo- lo-"
Was he going to say he loved me? If he
did, I would forgive him, Kami knows I would.
"I love being around you, Pan," he lamely
said.
My heart hardened. That flicker of hope
died and I wasn't going to let him back into my heart. "Leave me alone, Trunks.
I have nothing at all to say to you."
"Pan-" he said, touching my wrist, but I
shoved him off.
"Get the hell away from me, bastard!"
He gave me one last pleading look and flew
away. When I was certain he was out of earshot, I began to cry.
~*~*~*~
"Give me
another Bloody Mary," I said to the bartender. It was the tenth one of the night.
I was at The Groove. It was a fast-paced bar with loud music. The pulsing
lights distracted me easily. I was already hit on by five guys who I just
ignored. They walked away mumbling something about "Ice-cold bitch", but I
really didn't care. I was finally getting the numbness you get from alcohol. I
thrived on it, I needed it. I never usually drank – getting inebriated wasn't
exactly something I would do. But tonight, I would break my rules just a bit.
He slid the drink to me and I mumbled
"thank you". I sighed, and thought about Trunks. Damn him. But the alcohol was
making the pain of him go away. But I know it would come back tenfold tomorrow
along with a monster hangover. I started to look at guys, appraising them. Hmm,
not bad, but not Trunks. Ew! No way in hell could that be Trunks. Oooh, pretty
nice, but not Trunks. Then I saw a guy that could be Trunks. Blue eyes, purple
hair, damn he looked good. Waitaminute, that was Trunks. Oh shit. I
could tell by the way he was looking around, Trunks was searching for me.
He spotted me, ran over to where I was
sitting, and took the drink out of my hand.
"Come on, Pan. We are going home," he
roughly said, grabbing my hand, but I shrugged him off.
I started to move my hips and giggle like
a fool. The small rational side was asking what the hell I was doing, but the
alcohol side was so much greater. "Come on, Trunksie! Dance with me!" I tried
to kiss him, but he pushed me away. I playfully pouted even though I was a bit
hurt. "What? You don't want to kiss me?"
He sighed and held me at arm's length.
"You have no idea how much I want to, but you are drunk. Come on, let's go," he
murmured.
What? He wanted to? Before I could ask him
what that meant, I started to feel light-headed. I fell into his chest and his
arms instantly surrounded me. Trunks's cologne smelled so good. I inhaled his
scent and buried my face in his chest.
"Come on, Pan. We are going back to the
hotel," he whispered.
I yawned, become very tired all of a
sudden. "Good night, Trunks. You smell sooo good."
He picked me up and I thought he said "I
love you". I was going to look up, but darkness engulfed my mind.
~*~*~*~
I'm evil!!
Okay, well at least I finished this chapter. The next one will take a while cuz
I'm depressed. :( Well, hope that I'll feel better. Peace! And remember to
review!!!!!!
