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Author`s Note: Hey all! Sorry it`s taken me so long to update, but I`ve just been busier than usual! But my concert is over and then I just have to enter my spreads (that`s right: Mine, because we`re doing the part that I`m an editor for) and then I`m about done and I should be updating more often!

Thanks so much for being patient, dudes, and thanks even more for reviewing! It really does make my day. Also, big squeezy hugs to my beta, Aerith! You know I couldn`t do this without ya, gal!
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November 18th


I stared blankly ahead of me as I walked down the path to the student parking lot. Not only was I still slightly buzzed from last night, but Trunks was supposed to be showing up today. What does he want with me?

Damien tightened his grip on my hand as we got closer to the lot. I don`t remember telling him about Trunks, but I think he knew something was wrong; I`ve been touchy since I got Trunks` letter.

Out of the corner of my eye, I glimpsed a strand of purple hair, but resisted the urge to look. Quite honestly, I have no desire to speak to him.

Like I mentioned before; he left me when I needed help the most.

I didn`t look up, but I know I walked right past him. I could smell the Nautica that he always wore and I could feel his eyes on me. I think I heard him sigh too. I`m not sure.

I needed a joint right about now.

Damien kissed me goodbye at my car and walked over to his friend`s car to catch a ride home. Then Trunks made his move.

He departed from the crowd and walked up to my car as I climbed in.

"Hey there stranger." He forced a smile. "Am I really that hard to miss?" He sounded a little hurt, but what does he think he knows about heartache or pain?

"Sorry... Didn`t see you." I didn`t bother with a fake smile.

I`m not a fake person.

"What, no hug?" His smile faltered for a moment before I replied.

I stood and allowed him to embrace me. For a moment, it felt like things hadn`t changed a bit. He was so warm and smelt of good things that brought me back to my innocence that had been lost long ago.

But he wouldn`t know about that,now would he?

We chatted a minute before he got in my car and we drove back to my home. Mum wasn`t home, but since it was Trunks, no nasty intentions were put into action like they would have been, had he been Damien.
He tried to dig up some information on me as we sat in the semi silence (I had Good Charlotte playing). I was proud of myself though; I didn`t let anything very personal slip out. He couldn`t know... He obviously had a different perception of me than what I was.

He thought I was the same person as when he left. Again, Trunks Briefs, you are wrong.

"So who are you seeing right now?" He smirked and raised an eyebrow. He would probably criticize me on Damien, but who the hell really cares?

"I`m seeing this boy." I said as casually as I knew how. "Damien."

"That boy with the spiked black hair you were holding hands with?"

"Yeah." Ok, next subject. "Who are you seeing?"

"No one, officially. I`m dating a couple of girls right now, but it`s not exclusive or anything." The player smiled like he was really something. "I haven`t quite found Miss Right yet, so I`m just doing what I can."

And who you can.

Thankfully, Mum walked through the door before I had a chance to put in my two cents. I stood and went out to help with the food. Mmm... I like food.

Mum was fussing over Trunks when I came back in. I swear, Mum, he`s the same bastard he was before. Now, he`s just... well, still sexier than any guy I had ever laid my eyes on.

I mentally slapped myself. I`m over Trunks. He`s a bastard goodie-good and I`m a druggie bastard. (In a way, anyways; I know who my father is... sorta... I just haven`t seen nor heard from him since I was about four).

Besides, I was with Damien. As long as I have my one person and my suppliers, I`ll be ok.

Sometime between four and seven, the night slipped away and Mum stopped fussing over Trunks to go on yet another 'date'. I imagine she`s trying to impress Trunks so he`ll tell his mum that my mum is a wonderful person. Or something like that.

Then it was me and Trunks again. Alone. I mentally cursed whoever was having a fair share of laughs at my expense and tried to think of things to talk about that didn`t involve me.

Thankfully, the phone rang as Trunks began to talk about what I wanted to do after high school. I jumped up and silently thanked Damien.

"You up for a party tonight, babe?" He sounded anxious.

"What`s up with you? Your mum riding your ass?" I laughed, earning a questioning look from the purple haired wonder sitting a few yards away from me.

"You have no idea! She`s being bitchier than normal, and that`s pretty bad. Could I at least come over or something?"

"Err... I`m not sure that`s such a good idea, hun. I think the first plan would be better." I glanced swiftly at Trunks, who looked away quickly.
"Ok, I`ll come pick you up in about thirty... I gotta change." He paused. "Are you all right? I mean... you`re being awful quiet over there."

"I`m fine. I`ll explain when you get here. Love ya." And I hung up after he assured me that he loved me too.

"Busy night?" Trunks asked without looking up from his jacket pocket that he was obviously messing with, trying to look uninterested.

"Sorta. You wanna go to a party?" I smiled faintly.

It may have been me, but it seemed as f a dark look fell over his usually light features. Like he`d had a bad experience or something like that. "No, but you can go ahead. Parties aren`t really my thing these days."

I shrugged and went to my room to change. I put on my short-ish pink skirt with the black lace trimming and my black tank top that showed my belly button ring (pink jewel of course) and a pair of black converses.

I walked back downstairs and I could almost swear that Trunks did a double take. Granted, he`s never seen my 'bad girl' side.

I had to bite my lip. Once again, I was finding myself attracted to him. Damn.

Good thought in, bad thoughts out. And repeat.

The doorbell rang, bringing me out of thoughts of doing bad things with Trunks to meet my true love. I waved goodbye to Trunks and walked out the door, clinging onto Damien.

He opened my door like a gentleman (which I know he is not) and kissed me before he climbed in and we sped off in the direction of Uub`s house.

Sometimes it just feels so good to be so bad.


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A/N: OK, that`s all for now! I hope it was good for you and that you...liked it * grins * (Sorry, words fail me.) Oh, and a special little thing for me, that I thought I would like to share with yall, I got accepted to my first choice college! Woo-hoo! * does the happy dance * Thanks for reading and please review!

Asanra