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Chapter 17: That Does It!
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"Why do you want me to call Aya?" I asked. Hey, there I was wondering why, so I may as well ask, right? How else am I gonna find out? Marron was looking down at our hands; her fingers were still laced with mine. Maybe she...no. Don't be an idiot, Trunks. That's just wishful thinking.
"Trunks, you have to tell her what's going on. How would you feel if you really, and I mean really, liked someone, and they just treated you as if you didn't even matter? As if you were just someone they liked to play with every now and again?"
"I didn't mean to make her feel that way..." I began, but trailed off as Marron pulled her hand from my grip and got up from the couch, putting her hands on her hips and glaring at me. Guess that was our moment ruined.
"You don't get it, Trunks! She's my friend, and I can't stand to see you treating her this way! I've lost count of how mnay times she's called me at three a.m. crying over you!"
"I'll tell her, I'll talk to her - "
Marron gave me a 'yeah right' look and then scowled down at me. For such a Kylie sized person, she's scary when she's mad.
"So you keep saying! I don't think you realise just how much she cares about you!"
"Marron, I had sex with her one time, then never called her. How can she have developed these supposedly deep feelings for me?" I asked, annoyed. In retrospect, I really shouldn't have said that, since it made me sound like Stereotypical Fuckwit. But that's my problem, I never think before I act. And I let my anger get the better of me and end up blurting things out that I shouldn't really blurt out.
"I wouldn't expect you to understand!" Marron snapped, eyes flashing. "Of course, you've always been able to have any woman you wanted. You don't know what it's like for us mere mortals who actually have to work hard to find a date! You don't have a clue how she feels, do you? Unrequited love's never happened to you!"
If it was happening to anyone else, I'd have laughed at the irony. She honestly, truly, thought I didn't understand?
"It has." I replied. She laughed harshly.
"Oh, it has, has it? Let me take this opportunity to not believe you. Any girl you wanted, you had. In every sense of the word."
"Marron..." My irritation was rising. How could she accuse me of not knowing how Aya felt?
"Shut up!" she yelled, and I gazed at her in surprise as tears welled up in her eyes and splashed onto her cheeks. She averted her eyes from mine, fiercely wiping her face. "You have no idea how it feels, Trunks! To love someone so much, to watch them with someone who isn't you when you know that you would be so much better for them, treat them so much better, give them the world! How can you ever claim to understand me? You don't know what the fuck you're talking about!"
I blinked. Marron never swears when she's anything other than furious. But I was more than furious. I slammed my fist down into the coffee table, so hard that the legs buckled and fell off, and the whole thing fell unceremoniously into a heap of wood on the floor. Marron trailed off, staring at me with wide, frightened eyes.
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(Marron)
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"Don't you EVER tell me I don't know what I'm talking about, Marron." he said, in a voice so soft and dangerous that it sent chills all the way to my hairline. I looked into his eyes, and they were so full of fury that I was honestly scared. My tears had stopped abruptly, and the atmosphere was so cold that I wished they would fall so I could feel their warmth on my face.
"T-then, tell me...how you do." I managed, my voice so small and shaky that I wondered whether all that shouting and crying had affected my vocal chords.
He kept his gaze fixed on me as he spoke.
"Because I'm going through the same thing." He paused for a second, glancing at the broken coffee table with reproach. "Right now."
I looked at him like I was seeing him for the first time. And I couldn't ignore the sudden feeling of dread and despair that clutched at my heart.
"Who?" I said softly.
Please don't let it be anyone else, please don't let it be anyone but -
I blanked my thoughts out. Those were old feelings. I didn't feel that way any more. I didn't ever look at him and just long to feel those lips on mine, to see those beautiful blue eyes gazing at me, to wake up in the morning and look over to see him there, sleeping soundly next to me instead of some ordinary guy who I'd let into my life to try and erase those longings.
He wasn't looking at me any more. His eyes were focused on the floor as he spoke.
"I...can't say."
An idea hit me, and again I heard that little voice begging it to be wrong.
"Is it someone I know? One of my friends? Why not tell me and I'll make some discreet enquiries and find out for you." I said encouragingly. I still wasn't prepared to accept what the little voice that likes to call herself my subconscious had to say.
"Is it Pan?" Hey, it could have been.
He made a 'kch' noise, eyes flashing angrily, and stood up abruptly.
"For Christ's sake, Marron!" he cried.
"What?" I asked defensively, watching as he raked his fingers through his hair in frustration.
"It's not one of your friends! And it's not Pan!"
"Then who else could it be?" I asked, and then narrowed my eyes. "Unless you were lying to me. You were, weren't you? God, Trunks, I never thought you could stoop so low as to do something like that just to make me feel sorry for you! "
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(Trunks)
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That did it. That clinched the whole thing. Trunks' rational side, final score: 0, Trunks' temper, final score: 2
"It's you!" I yelled in a final burst of white-hot anger. "It's never been anyone else and you never even noticed! Always off with so and so from here or there! Always asking me whether I thought a certain guy was better than your last boyfriend! Let me tell you the truth, Marron, I never liked one of them! I hated them all! I hated anyone who got a chance to be with you and never realised how fucking lucky they were!"
Her eyes had gone wide in shock as my anger started to dissipate and in turn was replaced by fear and panic. Idiot. Idiot, idiot, idiot.
Okay, own up now. Who took Trunks and cleverly replaced him with an angry, loose tongued total moron? Who was it? I looked around dizzily, as though the culprit was in the room somewhere. It was then that I realised I was shaking. Not so much from anger any more, but from fright. Marron took a step towards me. I took one back. She moved again, and I almost tripped over a chair in my hurry to get away.
"M-me? Trunks, d-did you just say..."
Those beautiful eyes of hers were on me, I could feel them, and though I tried to avoid them, I was soon sucked into her disbelieving gaze.
"I...I have to..be somewhere." I stammered, reaching out for my jacket with one trembling hand. Marron snatched it up and clutched it to her chest, eyes still on me.
"You can't go outside in the freezing cold in your T-shirt." she stated.
I looked at her warily, and from the look on her face, she wasn't gonna give me it back. She wanted me to stay there and talk things through. I couldn't. Not after... Oh Christ, why did I have to do such a stupid thing? Why the hell did I have to lose my temper?
"Fine, I'll go without it." I said, in a voice that was shaking almost as much as the rest of me.
And before she could react, I'd wrenched the door open and set off running, not wanting to believe the enormity of the thing I'd just said.
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A/N: Did you expect that? I bet you did, didn't ya? Oh well, I don't care if it was predictable, tis how I wanted it to go, so tis how it went. So, what do you think? Good? Bad? Melodramatic? Let me know in a review, okay?
Oh, and P.S: No coffee tables were harmed in the writing of this chapter. ^_~
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Chapter 17: That Does It!
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"Why do you want me to call Aya?" I asked. Hey, there I was wondering why, so I may as well ask, right? How else am I gonna find out? Marron was looking down at our hands; her fingers were still laced with mine. Maybe she...no. Don't be an idiot, Trunks. That's just wishful thinking.
"Trunks, you have to tell her what's going on. How would you feel if you really, and I mean really, liked someone, and they just treated you as if you didn't even matter? As if you were just someone they liked to play with every now and again?"
"I didn't mean to make her feel that way..." I began, but trailed off as Marron pulled her hand from my grip and got up from the couch, putting her hands on her hips and glaring at me. Guess that was our moment ruined.
"You don't get it, Trunks! She's my friend, and I can't stand to see you treating her this way! I've lost count of how mnay times she's called me at three a.m. crying over you!"
"I'll tell her, I'll talk to her - "
Marron gave me a 'yeah right' look and then scowled down at me. For such a Kylie sized person, she's scary when she's mad.
"So you keep saying! I don't think you realise just how much she cares about you!"
"Marron, I had sex with her one time, then never called her. How can she have developed these supposedly deep feelings for me?" I asked, annoyed. In retrospect, I really shouldn't have said that, since it made me sound like Stereotypical Fuckwit. But that's my problem, I never think before I act. And I let my anger get the better of me and end up blurting things out that I shouldn't really blurt out.
"I wouldn't expect you to understand!" Marron snapped, eyes flashing. "Of course, you've always been able to have any woman you wanted. You don't know what it's like for us mere mortals who actually have to work hard to find a date! You don't have a clue how she feels, do you? Unrequited love's never happened to you!"
If it was happening to anyone else, I'd have laughed at the irony. She honestly, truly, thought I didn't understand?
"It has." I replied. She laughed harshly.
"Oh, it has, has it? Let me take this opportunity to not believe you. Any girl you wanted, you had. In every sense of the word."
"Marron..." My irritation was rising. How could she accuse me of not knowing how Aya felt?
"Shut up!" she yelled, and I gazed at her in surprise as tears welled up in her eyes and splashed onto her cheeks. She averted her eyes from mine, fiercely wiping her face. "You have no idea how it feels, Trunks! To love someone so much, to watch them with someone who isn't you when you know that you would be so much better for them, treat them so much better, give them the world! How can you ever claim to understand me? You don't know what the fuck you're talking about!"
I blinked. Marron never swears when she's anything other than furious. But I was more than furious. I slammed my fist down into the coffee table, so hard that the legs buckled and fell off, and the whole thing fell unceremoniously into a heap of wood on the floor. Marron trailed off, staring at me with wide, frightened eyes.
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(Marron)
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"Don't you EVER tell me I don't know what I'm talking about, Marron." he said, in a voice so soft and dangerous that it sent chills all the way to my hairline. I looked into his eyes, and they were so full of fury that I was honestly scared. My tears had stopped abruptly, and the atmosphere was so cold that I wished they would fall so I could feel their warmth on my face.
"T-then, tell me...how you do." I managed, my voice so small and shaky that I wondered whether all that shouting and crying had affected my vocal chords.
He kept his gaze fixed on me as he spoke.
"Because I'm going through the same thing." He paused for a second, glancing at the broken coffee table with reproach. "Right now."
I looked at him like I was seeing him for the first time. And I couldn't ignore the sudden feeling of dread and despair that clutched at my heart.
"Who?" I said softly.
Please don't let it be anyone else, please don't let it be anyone but -
I blanked my thoughts out. Those were old feelings. I didn't feel that way any more. I didn't ever look at him and just long to feel those lips on mine, to see those beautiful blue eyes gazing at me, to wake up in the morning and look over to see him there, sleeping soundly next to me instead of some ordinary guy who I'd let into my life to try and erase those longings.
He wasn't looking at me any more. His eyes were focused on the floor as he spoke.
"I...can't say."
An idea hit me, and again I heard that little voice begging it to be wrong.
"Is it someone I know? One of my friends? Why not tell me and I'll make some discreet enquiries and find out for you." I said encouragingly. I still wasn't prepared to accept what the little voice that likes to call herself my subconscious had to say.
"Is it Pan?" Hey, it could have been.
He made a 'kch' noise, eyes flashing angrily, and stood up abruptly.
"For Christ's sake, Marron!" he cried.
"What?" I asked defensively, watching as he raked his fingers through his hair in frustration.
"It's not one of your friends! And it's not Pan!"
"Then who else could it be?" I asked, and then narrowed my eyes. "Unless you were lying to me. You were, weren't you? God, Trunks, I never thought you could stoop so low as to do something like that just to make me feel sorry for you! "
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(Trunks)
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That did it. That clinched the whole thing. Trunks' rational side, final score: 0, Trunks' temper, final score: 2
"It's you!" I yelled in a final burst of white-hot anger. "It's never been anyone else and you never even noticed! Always off with so and so from here or there! Always asking me whether I thought a certain guy was better than your last boyfriend! Let me tell you the truth, Marron, I never liked one of them! I hated them all! I hated anyone who got a chance to be with you and never realised how fucking lucky they were!"
Her eyes had gone wide in shock as my anger started to dissipate and in turn was replaced by fear and panic. Idiot. Idiot, idiot, idiot.
Okay, own up now. Who took Trunks and cleverly replaced him with an angry, loose tongued total moron? Who was it? I looked around dizzily, as though the culprit was in the room somewhere. It was then that I realised I was shaking. Not so much from anger any more, but from fright. Marron took a step towards me. I took one back. She moved again, and I almost tripped over a chair in my hurry to get away.
"M-me? Trunks, d-did you just say..."
Those beautiful eyes of hers were on me, I could feel them, and though I tried to avoid them, I was soon sucked into her disbelieving gaze.
"I...I have to..be somewhere." I stammered, reaching out for my jacket with one trembling hand. Marron snatched it up and clutched it to her chest, eyes still on me.
"You can't go outside in the freezing cold in your T-shirt." she stated.
I looked at her warily, and from the look on her face, she wasn't gonna give me it back. She wanted me to stay there and talk things through. I couldn't. Not after... Oh Christ, why did I have to do such a stupid thing? Why the hell did I have to lose my temper?
"Fine, I'll go without it." I said, in a voice that was shaking almost as much as the rest of me.
And before she could react, I'd wrenched the door open and set off running, not wanting to believe the enormity of the thing I'd just said.
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A/N: Did you expect that? I bet you did, didn't ya? Oh well, I don't care if it was predictable, tis how I wanted it to go, so tis how it went. So, what do you think? Good? Bad? Melodramatic? Let me know in a review, okay?
Oh, and P.S: No coffee tables were harmed in the writing of this chapter. ^_~