Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or any of it's characters. I'm just messing with their poor little mindses. Hee hee hee! But I do own Mrs. Harmon, the boring and (as you'll later see) slightly batty history teacher. And Hr. Higham. And for those of you know these teachers who teach – or used to- at Woodrow Wilson; they are not the same as your good (or not so good) old teachers. There are a few similarities in the Mrs. Harmon's, but otherwise they are different. I couldn't do a good comparison of either Mr. Higham anyways- I never had them.
Author's note: I'm baaaaaaaack… Anyways, I hope you enjoys this second helping of high school romance and silliness. And if you check back to dear old chapter 1, you'll see it has a title now. And I hopes you forgive me for talking (okay, typing) in baby-talk. I is in a mischievous mood…. and Kalika1 can tell you: this is very, very bad.
"talking"
~thinking~
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****For The Love of Little Green Apples****
**Eyes Wide Open**
Trunks sat in what was easily his most boring class, history. He was usually okay with the subject, and had previously had some wonderful teachers. However, Mrs. Harmon wasn't one of them. After only 15 minutes in her class, he could tell she was desperately in need of retiring. Her thin, whispery voice could only be heard by the front row of students, and she surely must have eye problems. Otherwise, she would have seen all the sleeping, playing, and talking students.
Instead, she droned on as Trunks' attention wandered out into the courtyard. His gaze drifted over the graffitied picnic tables, to the struggling bushes, then to the windows on the wall opposite his room. He looked at each daydreaming student in turn, smiling at how teeny the freshmen were. Had he really been that small, 2 years ago?
Then his gaze shifted to Mr. Higham's English class, his wandering eyes locked with a pair of dark brown ones, and he was lost to the world.
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Pan was sinking into pools of ice blue, not chilling, but strangely warm. She was pretty sure that her heart was going to flop like a fish and die, and she was breathing very strangely, and she felt a small, tingly feeling all over….
A strong voice cut into her trance. "Miss Son, would you care to answer?"
Titters from her classmates brought her back into the here and now, 6th period English with Mr. Higham. She felt her face grow hot. "Could you repeat the question please?"
Calmly, Mr. Higham repeated the question. Pan answered it correctly, her hands shaking with embarrassment. She was put into the honors program because she was smart. So why was she making a fool of herself over an unattainable boy?
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Goten went up to Bra's locker during passing period. Bra turned around, saw him, and they both said simultaneously, "We need to talk." "About Trunks," Bra amended, while at the same time Goten said, "About Pan."
Bra smiled. "At least we're in agreement."
"In agreement about what?"
"In agreement that those two are destined for each other," Bra said, pulling her books out of her locker for next period.
"I don't think we should mess with people's lives…"
Bra got right up in his face. "Who said we? Messing with people's lives is my specialty, You don't have to mess with anything. Just do what I tell you to do."
Goten processed this information for a second, then said, "So what do I do now?"
"I am going to hold a party tomorrow," Bra replied. "You are going to make sure Trunks is there."
"What about Pan?" Goten asked.
"Oh, don't worry," Bra said with a malicious grin, "she'll be there."
Goten felt very sorry for Pan.
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So, how goes? I sincerely hope you like this one. Kinda short, though. Sorry it took so long to update. School just started Tuesday, and I'm a freshman (oh joy). Anyways, a belated thanks to Veronica-Scherone (Did I spell that right?) for reviewing everthing.