Part 7 Two weeks have passed. Vegeta never stopped nagging me about school. I hadn't opened up the matter to my parents for fear they might agree. But somehow, his persistance brought us somewhat closer together. He follows me everywhere just to convince me and because of that, I was able to show him more things. We went horseback riding, we went to the carnival, we went to the mall... it was so much fun! Well, at least for me. And lately, I've been talking to him about myself just so that the 'school subject' as I'd like to call it, would get outside that brain of his! While I've told him almost everything about me, he never confides to me anything! I don't know why I keep telling him about myself. Maybe it's because he listens. I know he's listening to me. I can see it in his eyes.
"They what?" he asked me, a look on astonishment shown on his face. I had been telling him something about school again so that he wouldn't insist on coming with me.
"Yes, they did. They use this knife thing called a scalpel and opened that frog alive!!" I grimaced at the thought of my description. Vegeta shook his head.
"That's so disgusting!"
"It's science, Vegeta."
"Disgusting science!!" he stood up from his chair. I smiled as he rested his hands on the terrace grills. He looked so handsome in his blue polo shirt and gray pants. He almost looked human with his tail hidden.
"So...you think you can come to school as a foreign exchange student?" I asked. School would be starting tomorrow. He had still insisted on coming to see how we 'Earthlings' get our education as he liked to put it. I told him about frog dissection so that it will change his mind (though we don't have biology in my class). I don't want other girls gawking at him! Okay! I admit! I'll be insanely jealous if that happens! Suddenly, he chuckled.
"So that's why you told me...to ward me off. Nice try but I'm still going, girl," he smirked at me. I was dumbfounded. What would I do now?
"I know your purpose," Vegeta continued, when I didn't speak, "I know you too well,"
"How much do you know about me?" I asked in surprise.
"Only everything," he smirked again, "Everything you told me that is,"
"Oh," I recalled talking and talking to him about me.
"Okay, fine, you can go to school with me," I sighed in dissapointment, "but you have to promise to tell me at least a little about yourself! I barely know you and we only have a week left 'til Laria takes you away forever..."
He didn't answer. His lower lip curled inward as he sat on his chair again. He leaned over to me and looked into my eyes.
"What do you want to know?" he whispered, our faces just inches apart. "Everything..." I breathed. I felt as if there was a soft love song playing. A warm feeling rose from my neck to my cheek making them rosy. My eyes glistened as he moved ever closer. He was going to kiss me! I felt butterflies in my stomach as he came closer and closer. I slowly closed my eyes and pursed my lips, to welcome his...
"What are you doing?" Vegeta's gruff voice shattered my thoughts. I looked at him and flushed with embarassment. I leaned my back against the chair and bent my head down. Vegeta gave me a questioning look.
"I was about to whisper something to you and you go sleeping?!" he fumed.
"I wasn't sleeping!"
"Then why were your eyes closed?"
My mouth clamped shut as my face grew hotter and hotter. Oh, why had I even assumed that he was going to kiss me?!
"Well?! What's wrong with you?!" Vegeta queried. I slowly stood up.
"I...I'm going for a dip in the pool..." I bid goodbye and left. Yes, a dip in the pool would cool me down...and maybe, it'll wash away my tears of disappointment too. Could Vegeta really be meant for me? Or did Laria just made a big mistake?