Versus
--What's That Color Forming Around Your Eyes?--
The day was only beginning.
Bra wanted desperately to remove the dress she had worn for HIM. She wanted to stop her journey to her next class, sit in the middle of the hall and cry. As a matter of fact, her eyes had begun to sting now. Crying would get her nowhere! If her parents, especially her father, saw her like this, they would probably disown her. They both preached against the kind of behavior Bra was exhibiting now.
She had to suck it up. She had to go on like nothing ever happened. And if she let a tear drop helplessly from her eye, she will have disgraced herself and her family. Okay, so maybe that was a bit dramatic, but she couldn't go into her next class with tears in her eyes or Pan would question her to no end.
After a few minutes, she'd gotten her tear ducts under control. It was the most control she'd had over the past couple of days. Sure, she was late for class, but it was worth it to not have Pan witness her at her weakest point.
"So glad you could make it," Pan said as she entered and sat in front of her.
Bra looked around the room and saw that the students were just doing whatever. "What's going on?"
"Teach stepped out," Pan said. She raised an eyebrow. "Have you been crying?"
What the hell? Bra thought she'd gotten rid of all the evidence. She wiped at her eyes indifferently. "I got dust in my eyes. I'm allergic." Were those two different lies? At that point in time, she didn't really care. If Pan fell for either of them, it was okay. She just hoped she wouldn't call her on it. Of course, if Bra changed the subject, she wouldn't have anything to worry about. "I wanted to ask you something. Yesterday when I told you...what I told you, you said you already knew the rest. What—"
"You honestly believe I don't know what's going on?" Pan interrupted.
There was a silence. Did she expect her to answer that question? Or was it one of those rhetorical questions that philosophers like to pose. Which came first? The chicken or the egg? Questions no one in his right mind would care about. Except this particular question, Bra DID care about. She decided not to answer, fearing she may take any answer she gave her the wrong way.
The teacher came back into the room and all the students returned to their seats.
"I've got my eye on you from now on," Pan said.
Maybe she was bluffing the whole time in order to get her to talk. She'd already tricked her once. She wouldn't be tricked again so easily. But.... What if she DID know? Would she go back and tell her uncle? Now, only time would tell. Bra definitely wouldn't.
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--lunch time--
She couldn't believe she had to spend her lunch period talking to a woman she hated about a man she had no chance of having. Why? Why had her mother done this to her? She may as well have sent her to a certified shrink.
"Bra, please come in," the irksome voice echoed through Bra's mind.
How childish this woman sounded. Was she just trying to be cute all the time or was she actually this annoying to listen to? Well, she may as well try to be nice since this woman seemed to know her mother.
"Hello, Ms.—" Bra began. She looked for the girl's name somewhere in the room. It surely wasn't on her desk yet.
"Please. Call me Paris. I'd like to be on a first name basis with all of the students I see," the redhead told her. "Have a seat."
Bra watched as the obviously confident woman took her own seat. She sat as well. There was nothing to talk to her about.
"So.... Your mother tells me that you've been showing aggression and locking yourself in your room lately. Would you like to talk about it?" her nemesis asked.
"There's nothing to talk about. I've been in a bad mood. That's all," Bra said, feeling herself become angry with the woman in front of her. She wondered what this Paris and Goten talked about after class. There was really no way for her to find out, yet she so desperately wanted to know.
"Come now, dear," Paris said. "Everyone has troubles during this time in his or her life. The successful ones deal with them by talking to someone. Now, you don't have to talk to me about whatever it is that's bothering you, but please talk to someone."
Bra didn't want to hear that. What she really wanted to do right now was blow this redhead's pretty little face off. She decided to remain silent because her next words were bound to be quite angry.
"Is there anything you WOULD like to talk to me about? Your grades? Your history teacher tells me that he tutors you after school," Paris said. "Is it helping?"
She should have smacked this woman across the eyes right then and there. She took a deep breath. "It's fine," she said through her teeth. Uh oh! Maybe she should have just kept her mouth shut. By the look on Paris's face, she must have suspected something by the way she said it.
"What is it? Oh, you're one of those straight A students who doesn't like tutors, aren't you?" Paris said with a smile. "I'll bet that that's been your problem the whole time. Am I right?"
"My problems are mine to deal with. I don't even know why I'm here. Everybody should just stay out of my business. I'll handle it all myself," Bra spat at the woman. With that she stormed out. Once again, tears threatened her eyes. This time she didn't even know why. Was she really turning out to be one of the helpless, hopeless females she despised so much? This was probably how that senseless Paris would have acted in this situation. She didn't want to be like that. And there was no need for her to talk to anyone about something she was managing just fine on her own. She didn't have to put up with that idiotic woman. She was fed up with people meddling in her affairs. She was tired of everyone telling her that she needed to talk to someone. Hell, she was hungry.
As she walked down the empty hall toward the lunchroom, she ran into someone. She'd been walking so fast that she ended up knocking herself onto the floor. She would have trucked straight over most of the people at this school. Who could have been standing in the middle of the hall that could put up the resistance of a brick wall...? Oh no.
She looked up and saw the smiling face of Goten. She was speechless as he helped her to her feet.
"I'm so sorry. I was in La-La Land for a minute there," Goten said. He gave her a confused look. "Is...something wrong, Bra?"
He was still holding her hands. Or was she still holding his? Oh! She was holding his. She'd had a vice grip on them too. She let him go. "N—nothing's wrong."
"Well, it just looks like you've been crying," Goten informed her.
Dammit! Tears, whether they've fallen or not, always form that sick color around your eyes. "It's—it's nothing." She tried to walk past him.
"But where are you going in such a hurry?" Goten asked.
"I—I missed most of lunch," Bra answered. Why was she stuttering all of a sudden? "I—I gotta go." She ran off.
It didn't look very good for her to go running away from him like that. Especially since he would most likely ask her about it during their study session.
Then again, she had a few things to ask him herself.
--End What's That Color Forming Around Your Eyes?--
--Well, I hope you enjoyed that episode of Versus. Thank you for reading. Stay tuned for the love story with more problems than solutions....
--Thanks for the reviews. Keep up the good work and I might just finish this thing one day.
--Now for the comments. I must admit, Bra is a very strange young lady in this particular story. She's violent. She's dramatic. She's just plain nuts sometimes. I don't know if it's a mental condition or what. What do you guys think? Let me know something.
--I also want to get on Goten for a minute. I don't know if he knows he's f---ing with this young girl's mind or not. It's kinda starting to piss me off. And that's a shame, cause it's MY story. (I also want to add that I'm a HUGE Goten fan.) If you have some opinions or theories or comments you'd like to add, just let me know.
--What's That Color Forming Around Your Eyes?--
The day was only beginning.
Bra wanted desperately to remove the dress she had worn for HIM. She wanted to stop her journey to her next class, sit in the middle of the hall and cry. As a matter of fact, her eyes had begun to sting now. Crying would get her nowhere! If her parents, especially her father, saw her like this, they would probably disown her. They both preached against the kind of behavior Bra was exhibiting now.
She had to suck it up. She had to go on like nothing ever happened. And if she let a tear drop helplessly from her eye, she will have disgraced herself and her family. Okay, so maybe that was a bit dramatic, but she couldn't go into her next class with tears in her eyes or Pan would question her to no end.
After a few minutes, she'd gotten her tear ducts under control. It was the most control she'd had over the past couple of days. Sure, she was late for class, but it was worth it to not have Pan witness her at her weakest point.
"So glad you could make it," Pan said as she entered and sat in front of her.
Bra looked around the room and saw that the students were just doing whatever. "What's going on?"
"Teach stepped out," Pan said. She raised an eyebrow. "Have you been crying?"
What the hell? Bra thought she'd gotten rid of all the evidence. She wiped at her eyes indifferently. "I got dust in my eyes. I'm allergic." Were those two different lies? At that point in time, she didn't really care. If Pan fell for either of them, it was okay. She just hoped she wouldn't call her on it. Of course, if Bra changed the subject, she wouldn't have anything to worry about. "I wanted to ask you something. Yesterday when I told you...what I told you, you said you already knew the rest. What—"
"You honestly believe I don't know what's going on?" Pan interrupted.
There was a silence. Did she expect her to answer that question? Or was it one of those rhetorical questions that philosophers like to pose. Which came first? The chicken or the egg? Questions no one in his right mind would care about. Except this particular question, Bra DID care about. She decided not to answer, fearing she may take any answer she gave her the wrong way.
The teacher came back into the room and all the students returned to their seats.
"I've got my eye on you from now on," Pan said.
Maybe she was bluffing the whole time in order to get her to talk. She'd already tricked her once. She wouldn't be tricked again so easily. But.... What if she DID know? Would she go back and tell her uncle? Now, only time would tell. Bra definitely wouldn't.
- & - & - & -
--lunch time--
She couldn't believe she had to spend her lunch period talking to a woman she hated about a man she had no chance of having. Why? Why had her mother done this to her? She may as well have sent her to a certified shrink.
"Bra, please come in," the irksome voice echoed through Bra's mind.
How childish this woman sounded. Was she just trying to be cute all the time or was she actually this annoying to listen to? Well, she may as well try to be nice since this woman seemed to know her mother.
"Hello, Ms.—" Bra began. She looked for the girl's name somewhere in the room. It surely wasn't on her desk yet.
"Please. Call me Paris. I'd like to be on a first name basis with all of the students I see," the redhead told her. "Have a seat."
Bra watched as the obviously confident woman took her own seat. She sat as well. There was nothing to talk to her about.
"So.... Your mother tells me that you've been showing aggression and locking yourself in your room lately. Would you like to talk about it?" her nemesis asked.
"There's nothing to talk about. I've been in a bad mood. That's all," Bra said, feeling herself become angry with the woman in front of her. She wondered what this Paris and Goten talked about after class. There was really no way for her to find out, yet she so desperately wanted to know.
"Come now, dear," Paris said. "Everyone has troubles during this time in his or her life. The successful ones deal with them by talking to someone. Now, you don't have to talk to me about whatever it is that's bothering you, but please talk to someone."
Bra didn't want to hear that. What she really wanted to do right now was blow this redhead's pretty little face off. She decided to remain silent because her next words were bound to be quite angry.
"Is there anything you WOULD like to talk to me about? Your grades? Your history teacher tells me that he tutors you after school," Paris said. "Is it helping?"
She should have smacked this woman across the eyes right then and there. She took a deep breath. "It's fine," she said through her teeth. Uh oh! Maybe she should have just kept her mouth shut. By the look on Paris's face, she must have suspected something by the way she said it.
"What is it? Oh, you're one of those straight A students who doesn't like tutors, aren't you?" Paris said with a smile. "I'll bet that that's been your problem the whole time. Am I right?"
"My problems are mine to deal with. I don't even know why I'm here. Everybody should just stay out of my business. I'll handle it all myself," Bra spat at the woman. With that she stormed out. Once again, tears threatened her eyes. This time she didn't even know why. Was she really turning out to be one of the helpless, hopeless females she despised so much? This was probably how that senseless Paris would have acted in this situation. She didn't want to be like that. And there was no need for her to talk to anyone about something she was managing just fine on her own. She didn't have to put up with that idiotic woman. She was fed up with people meddling in her affairs. She was tired of everyone telling her that she needed to talk to someone. Hell, she was hungry.
As she walked down the empty hall toward the lunchroom, she ran into someone. She'd been walking so fast that she ended up knocking herself onto the floor. She would have trucked straight over most of the people at this school. Who could have been standing in the middle of the hall that could put up the resistance of a brick wall...? Oh no.
She looked up and saw the smiling face of Goten. She was speechless as he helped her to her feet.
"I'm so sorry. I was in La-La Land for a minute there," Goten said. He gave her a confused look. "Is...something wrong, Bra?"
He was still holding her hands. Or was she still holding his? Oh! She was holding his. She'd had a vice grip on them too. She let him go. "N—nothing's wrong."
"Well, it just looks like you've been crying," Goten informed her.
Dammit! Tears, whether they've fallen or not, always form that sick color around your eyes. "It's—it's nothing." She tried to walk past him.
"But where are you going in such a hurry?" Goten asked.
"I—I missed most of lunch," Bra answered. Why was she stuttering all of a sudden? "I—I gotta go." She ran off.
It didn't look very good for her to go running away from him like that. Especially since he would most likely ask her about it during their study session.
Then again, she had a few things to ask him herself.
--End What's That Color Forming Around Your Eyes?--
--Well, I hope you enjoyed that episode of Versus. Thank you for reading. Stay tuned for the love story with more problems than solutions....
--Thanks for the reviews. Keep up the good work and I might just finish this thing one day.
--Now for the comments. I must admit, Bra is a very strange young lady in this particular story. She's violent. She's dramatic. She's just plain nuts sometimes. I don't know if it's a mental condition or what. What do you guys think? Let me know something.
--I also want to get on Goten for a minute. I don't know if he knows he's f---ing with this young girl's mind or not. It's kinda starting to piss me off. And that's a shame, cause it's MY story. (I also want to add that I'm a HUGE Goten fan.) If you have some opinions or theories or comments you'd like to add, just let me know.