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The rest of the day had been a blur to Trunks, with Pan primarily being on his mind. She was also in two of his other classes, Advanced Economics and Anatomy & Physiology.
'Why the hell did she have to come here? Of all the places she could have gone. Why here?' Trunks thought as frustration filled his body.
"WHACK!!!" The basketball struck Trunks square on the side of his face. "GOD DAMNIT BOY!" Coach Marsh screamed at Trunks, "If you don't start paying attention and quite daydreaming, I swear I'll have you running laps until you wanna die. And then, I'll run you some more. Now get your head in the goddamn game!"
"Yes, Coach," Trunks replied while holding the side of his face where the ball had struck him.
Trunks was able to finish running the rest of the plays without anymore mishaps. And was able to go through all of the drills with no problems either. But when the girl's basketball team came in at the end of their cool down shoot around, Trunks lost his concentration once again. Because when the girl basketball team walked in, so did Pan, suited up with the team.
'You have got to be shitting me. She plays basketball too. Damn it, when did they happen? She didn't play back at Orange Star High. So why here?' Trunks thought to himself. Thankfully Goten noticed Trunks' wavering attention before the coach did and tried to snap him out of it.
"Hey, Trunks, snap out of it man!" Goten cried as he shook Trunks' shoulders. With that Trunks shook his head and look at his friend curiously.
"Trunks, what's been the matter with you today? All day you've seemed like you've been somewhere else. And if you keep it up, coach is gonna have your ass running all night."
Trunks collected himself and said, "Okay, okay. I'm fine, let's just finish practice and get home."
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Pan followed the rest of her new teammates out of the locker room and down the hall to the gym. When she entered the gymnasium, she was taken back by its size. It was much larger than the gym at her old school, and this was just the practice gym. It had a six goal set-up, and even a small bleacher section. Pan concluded that they must have used this gym for games before they built the performance gym.
"This gym is awesome," Pan said absentmindedly.
"And the best part," one of her new teammates replied, "is right over there," she said pointing at tall lavender-haired young man.
Pan immediately recognized him, "Hardly."
Bra was very surprised with Pan's statement, "What do you mean hardly?"
"Yeah," Marron said speaking up from the back, "I don't get what you mean."
"Because he's a jerk, and that's why," was Pan's response
"A jerk huh? How would you know, you just moved here?" Marron asked, defending Trunks.
Bra and Marron had quickly become Pan's friends since arriving at Damascus High. She had met the team the weekend before, and had instantly befriended the two girls. Bra was of short stature with turquoise hair. She was an excellent point guard, and led the Lady Demons in assists. Marron was much taller than the other two girls, towering at 5' 11" tall. She had beautiful blonde hair that was accented by her blue eyes. She was a forward, but was known more for her rebounding than shooting. Pan, however, was the coveted shooter that the Lady Demons had been searching for. That's why Damascus offered her a full scholarship to play at the preparatory school. She was not only a deep threat from behind the three point arch, but she could also put the ball on the floor and dribble penetrate.
Pan sighed and answered, "Well, lets just say that the two of us have a past. We knew each other growing up. So believe me, he's a jerk."
The two girls stood there for a second in silence thinking over everything Pan had just told them.
"Pan, do you see that guy, number 42?" Bra asked Pan pointing at Goten.
"Yes. That's Goten. Why?" Pan responded.
"So you know him too?" Bra questioned.
"Yes, me, Trunks, and him all lived next to each other growing up."
"Well, that's my boyfriend, so if you have a problem with him, we're about to have one. Cause I won't let you call him a jerk too," Bra said fiercely.
"Whoa, calm down Bra. No I don't have any problem with Goten. Actually the two of us we're still friends when him and Trunks moved away. He did piss me off every once in a while though," Pan said with a laugh, "when he tried to get Trunks and I to reconcile our differences.
"Oh, well that's good then," Bra said very relieved. She had quickly befriended Pan, so it would have been a shame to lose that.
"How long have you and Goten been dating?" Pan asked curiously.
"Well let me see. They moved here at about the end of all of our freshman year, and we started dating a few weeks before our sophomore year. So its been…2 years and a little over four months."
"Damn," Pan said as she looked over at Goten, "I never thought he would be capable of something long-term like that. There must be something really special between the two of you. Because when I knew him, he had a new girl every week."
Bra blushed and said, "I would like to think so."
When Pan caught view of Trunks and quickly looked away. Marron, who had been quiet for a little while noticed Pan's reaction. "If I may ask," Marron began, "what happened between you and Trunks that you hate him so much?"
"Actually, no you may not," Pan answered coldly.
"I don't think he's that bad of a guy. He has a few too many girls around if you ask me," Bra said, hoping not to add further insult. Pan just shifted her weight and did not answer. "Well, it must have been pretty bad, and run still pretty deep then," Bra added.
"You could say that," Pan said sharply.
"I didn't mean to upset you," Marron said very apologetically.
Pan sighed and said, "You really didn't. The two of you just don't understand how much Trunks and I don't like each other."
"So he doesn't like you either," Bra said curiously.
"No," was Pan's response.
"It must have been really bad if the both of you hate each other," Marron said.
"Can we please just not talk about this," Pan asked a little frustrated with all the queries about Trunks.
"PLAY TIME!" yelled a male voice from across the court and drew Pan and the other girl's attention. It was Trunks as he yelled at his teammates, and began to throw ally-oops to several of them. Before throwing a ball off the backboard and slamming it home. Then they began chanting "PER…FECT!", before heading off to the locker room's and leaving the court for the girls. When Trunks jogged by he looked straight at Pan with a go to hell look, but she of course responded with the same look.
'Trunks, you are such a bitch. Why did you have to be at this school?' Pan thought to herself.
"Hey, Pan," Bra said interrupting Pan's train of thought.
"Yeah," Pan replied as she began stretching for practice.
"Has coach Roach assigned you a number yet?" Bra asked.
"No not yet. She said she was going to give me a number and jersey at the beginning of practice today," Pan answered.
"You don't have a jersey yet?" Marron asked curiously.
"Not besides this double zero practice one," Pan said, motioning at the old jersey she was wearing.
"I wonder where coach is? She's usually in here before the guys let out. I wonder what's taking so long," Bra asked curiously.
As if on cue, coach Roach yelled from across court, "Alright girls, begin your stretching." As she neared the group of girls she said, "Girls I have an announcement. The principal and I have decided that it would be good publicity for Damascus High if both of the school's basketball stars were to wear the same number. That's why Pan, I am assigning you the number 2. Alright that's all for announcements, so finish stretching so we can begin utilizing our new star."
Bra leaned over to Pan and whispered, "In case you didn't notice, Trunks also wears the number 2."
Pan cringed.
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Hope you'll liked this chapter. Don't forget to review if you have any comments. Remember, if there was something you didn't like, it won't ever get changed if you don't tell me about it. Thanks guys, don't forget to review.
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The rest of the day had been a blur to Trunks, with Pan primarily being on his mind. She was also in two of his other classes, Advanced Economics and Anatomy & Physiology.
'Why the hell did she have to come here? Of all the places she could have gone. Why here?' Trunks thought as frustration filled his body.
"WHACK!!!" The basketball struck Trunks square on the side of his face. "GOD DAMNIT BOY!" Coach Marsh screamed at Trunks, "If you don't start paying attention and quite daydreaming, I swear I'll have you running laps until you wanna die. And then, I'll run you some more. Now get your head in the goddamn game!"
"Yes, Coach," Trunks replied while holding the side of his face where the ball had struck him.
Trunks was able to finish running the rest of the plays without anymore mishaps. And was able to go through all of the drills with no problems either. But when the girl's basketball team came in at the end of their cool down shoot around, Trunks lost his concentration once again. Because when the girl basketball team walked in, so did Pan, suited up with the team.
'You have got to be shitting me. She plays basketball too. Damn it, when did they happen? She didn't play back at Orange Star High. So why here?' Trunks thought to himself. Thankfully Goten noticed Trunks' wavering attention before the coach did and tried to snap him out of it.
"Hey, Trunks, snap out of it man!" Goten cried as he shook Trunks' shoulders. With that Trunks shook his head and look at his friend curiously.
"Trunks, what's been the matter with you today? All day you've seemed like you've been somewhere else. And if you keep it up, coach is gonna have your ass running all night."
Trunks collected himself and said, "Okay, okay. I'm fine, let's just finish practice and get home."
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Pan followed the rest of her new teammates out of the locker room and down the hall to the gym. When she entered the gymnasium, she was taken back by its size. It was much larger than the gym at her old school, and this was just the practice gym. It had a six goal set-up, and even a small bleacher section. Pan concluded that they must have used this gym for games before they built the performance gym.
"This gym is awesome," Pan said absentmindedly.
"And the best part," one of her new teammates replied, "is right over there," she said pointing at tall lavender-haired young man.
Pan immediately recognized him, "Hardly."
Bra was very surprised with Pan's statement, "What do you mean hardly?"
"Yeah," Marron said speaking up from the back, "I don't get what you mean."
"Because he's a jerk, and that's why," was Pan's response
"A jerk huh? How would you know, you just moved here?" Marron asked, defending Trunks.
Bra and Marron had quickly become Pan's friends since arriving at Damascus High. She had met the team the weekend before, and had instantly befriended the two girls. Bra was of short stature with turquoise hair. She was an excellent point guard, and led the Lady Demons in assists. Marron was much taller than the other two girls, towering at 5' 11" tall. She had beautiful blonde hair that was accented by her blue eyes. She was a forward, but was known more for her rebounding than shooting. Pan, however, was the coveted shooter that the Lady Demons had been searching for. That's why Damascus offered her a full scholarship to play at the preparatory school. She was not only a deep threat from behind the three point arch, but she could also put the ball on the floor and dribble penetrate.
Pan sighed and answered, "Well, lets just say that the two of us have a past. We knew each other growing up. So believe me, he's a jerk."
The two girls stood there for a second in silence thinking over everything Pan had just told them.
"Pan, do you see that guy, number 42?" Bra asked Pan pointing at Goten.
"Yes. That's Goten. Why?" Pan responded.
"So you know him too?" Bra questioned.
"Yes, me, Trunks, and him all lived next to each other growing up."
"Well, that's my boyfriend, so if you have a problem with him, we're about to have one. Cause I won't let you call him a jerk too," Bra said fiercely.
"Whoa, calm down Bra. No I don't have any problem with Goten. Actually the two of us we're still friends when him and Trunks moved away. He did piss me off every once in a while though," Pan said with a laugh, "when he tried to get Trunks and I to reconcile our differences.
"Oh, well that's good then," Bra said very relieved. She had quickly befriended Pan, so it would have been a shame to lose that.
"How long have you and Goten been dating?" Pan asked curiously.
"Well let me see. They moved here at about the end of all of our freshman year, and we started dating a few weeks before our sophomore year. So its been…2 years and a little over four months."
"Damn," Pan said as she looked over at Goten, "I never thought he would be capable of something long-term like that. There must be something really special between the two of you. Because when I knew him, he had a new girl every week."
Bra blushed and said, "I would like to think so."
When Pan caught view of Trunks and quickly looked away. Marron, who had been quiet for a little while noticed Pan's reaction. "If I may ask," Marron began, "what happened between you and Trunks that you hate him so much?"
"Actually, no you may not," Pan answered coldly.
"I don't think he's that bad of a guy. He has a few too many girls around if you ask me," Bra said, hoping not to add further insult. Pan just shifted her weight and did not answer. "Well, it must have been pretty bad, and run still pretty deep then," Bra added.
"You could say that," Pan said sharply.
"I didn't mean to upset you," Marron said very apologetically.
Pan sighed and said, "You really didn't. The two of you just don't understand how much Trunks and I don't like each other."
"So he doesn't like you either," Bra said curiously.
"No," was Pan's response.
"It must have been really bad if the both of you hate each other," Marron said.
"Can we please just not talk about this," Pan asked a little frustrated with all the queries about Trunks.
"PLAY TIME!" yelled a male voice from across the court and drew Pan and the other girl's attention. It was Trunks as he yelled at his teammates, and began to throw ally-oops to several of them. Before throwing a ball off the backboard and slamming it home. Then they began chanting "PER…FECT!", before heading off to the locker room's and leaving the court for the girls. When Trunks jogged by he looked straight at Pan with a go to hell look, but she of course responded with the same look.
'Trunks, you are such a bitch. Why did you have to be at this school?' Pan thought to herself.
"Hey, Pan," Bra said interrupting Pan's train of thought.
"Yeah," Pan replied as she began stretching for practice.
"Has coach Roach assigned you a number yet?" Bra asked.
"No not yet. She said she was going to give me a number and jersey at the beginning of practice today," Pan answered.
"You don't have a jersey yet?" Marron asked curiously.
"Not besides this double zero practice one," Pan said, motioning at the old jersey she was wearing.
"I wonder where coach is? She's usually in here before the guys let out. I wonder what's taking so long," Bra asked curiously.
As if on cue, coach Roach yelled from across court, "Alright girls, begin your stretching." As she neared the group of girls she said, "Girls I have an announcement. The principal and I have decided that it would be good publicity for Damascus High if both of the school's basketball stars were to wear the same number. That's why Pan, I am assigning you the number 2. Alright that's all for announcements, so finish stretching so we can begin utilizing our new star."
Bra leaned over to Pan and whispered, "In case you didn't notice, Trunks also wears the number 2."
Pan cringed.
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Hope you'll liked this chapter. Don't forget to review if you have any comments. Remember, if there was something you didn't like, it won't ever get changed if you don't tell me about it. Thanks guys, don't forget to review.