Chapter Two

I woke up bright and early to the persistent knocking on my door. "Dear Kame, it's only five thirty in the morning!" I protested to myself. "Fine, I'm coming, just hold on."
Trying my best not to yawn (or grab the nearest object to hurl at unseen knocker) I yanked open the door. My hair was knotted and tangled and my robe hung off one shoulder. I looked positively whoreish.
"What the hell do you want?" I muttered.
"Good to know someone's cheery this morning," my best friend Aldrea stood right outside the door, decked out in her jogging outfit. It was easy to see that she had been up since the butt crack of dawn working out.
"What the hell are you doing here at five thirty in the bloody morning?" I reiterated.
"You were up late again last night, weren't you?"
I nodded slowly and she continued, none of her hyperness fading from my not-so-friendly greeting. "So I heard you met Trunks, he's such a cool guy. Friend of a friend really, hope he didn't freak you out too much. If I wasn't attached, I'd be all over him," she laughed.
"So that means he's cute?" I felt like a giddy pre-teen saying that, but once again, sleep deprivation does some funny things to you.
"Oh, I think you'll have to see that for yourself later on." She giggled like a ten-year-old, "I compared your schedule with his; you've got a full day with him Monday, Wednesday, and Friday." She winked at me.
"So desu ka? Is that so?"
"Come on, Megan, don't be pulling that foreign language crap on me right now. You're thinking really hard about your first victim."
"Good guess. You're a real smart bakayaro." Now I was itching to get to class, even if it didn't start for another two hours.
"And it's not fair that you know the language and I don't!"
"Yeah, whatever, Aldrea. Listen, I got to get ready for English, I didn't exactly study for that darn test last night, so I gotta cram while I still have time."
"You do that now!" She took off, jogging down the stairs, pausing to raise a hand in farewell, "Bye, Meg! See ya in class later!"
"Ja ne!" I called back. I shut the door and yawned again, plopping down on my bed. "Now what am I going to wear?"

~*~

An hour and a half later I was jumping into my little black Honda and on my way to class. I stuck in a Goo Goo Dolls CD and sang along while I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel, heading to the class farthest away from the campus. Upon arriving to the large classroom, I watched the merry mayhem ensue from my chair at the top row of desks. Since no one seemed in the mood to talk to me, I began to doodle on the empty pages of my notebook, listening to the conversations around me.
"Have you seen him yet?! Ooh! He's to die for! Looks like he's worked out his entire life. Jessica, that girl from back home, knows him, like, really well."
That was Lila Hawking. Lila Hawking I had known for my entire life. Lila Hawking who was the most perfect of the perfect. Lila Hawking who had everything.
I hated that girl.
I frowned and furrowed my eyebrows. Lila Hawking would skin me alive. And that would only be the beginning.
Five minutes later the professor stepped into the room. "Good morning everyone! I hope you have all studied or prepared for this test." I folded my arms on the desk and rested my head on my arms. I was seriously not in the mood for anything right now.
A sudden hush went over the room as footsteps in the hallway revealed their owner to be a tall young man. His long lavender (!) hair was pulled back into a hasty ponytail, the stray strands framing a handsome face.
"Sorry I'm late," he mumbled to the professor.
"And you still decided to show up, rather than sleep, mighty good choice, son." The professor shook hands with the youth, who in turn told his name. Trunks. "I'm sure someone will be able to show you the ropes around here."
I could just see the gears turning in the other girls' heads. I drew a quick sketch of Trunks and then drew a cluster of girls around him. I could just see him trying to pull away saying, "Now girls." I made a sour face and flipped the page, watching with curiosity as the girls conveniently made room for him, doing they best to act "natural." Lila Hawking smiled a sickly sweet smile and beckoned to the empty seat beside her. I wondered if she would care if I backhanded her. Trunks paused for a moment, almost as if he were considering her offer.
I frowned, 'Baka, he's actually thinking about sitting next to her.'
He shook his head and continued up the rows, grabbing a seat at the end of my row. "TivosChallange," he mouthed. I beamed.
The professor handed out the exam without another word and I mumbled every curse word in the book under my breath as he did it. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Trunks crack a smile. My drawing notebook slipped off of my desk and Trunks watched it for a moment then pointed a finger towards it. The blue spiral lifted off the ground and made its way into Trunks's open hand. Apparently, no one else saw and I was too busy trying to fly through my test to ponder it very much.
'What was that?! Who is this new guy?'
As soon as I finished my test, I scurried down the steps and set it on the professor's desk before hurrying back to my seat. My notebook was once more on my desk. I opened it and a loose-leaf piece of notebook paper fluttered out.
Good sketches, Tivo. Why draw me with a bunch of women? I ain't good with girls. And another thing, you may know my name, but I sure don't know yours.
I quickly get out my pen and wrote an answer to him. I dunno, you just seemed like someone who's a real "lady's man." And my name's Megan.
I folded the paper and was wondering how I would give it to him when it levitated right out of my hand. I started and watched in fascination as the note did the same thing my blue notebook had. Trunks smiled and mouthed, "Cool, ne?" All I could do was nod.
He wrote his response and the paper came back, floating into my open hand. I smiled, that was the coolest thing I had ever seen. Of course, telekinesis was cool anyway, but if someone could actually have it. I was amazed.
Suddenly, the chair I was sitting in began to rise into the air, only and inch or two, but enough to startle me. Trunks laughed at the expression on my face and my chair all but crashed to the ground.
"Need some help with something, Miss?" The professor asked.
I swallowed my laughter for a moment, "No, sir. Thanks anyway." I bit my lower lip until he had turned his gaze back to his work before collapsing into noiseless laughter. I cast a sideways glance to my right and saw Trunks also looking my way. He was laughing too.