Sometime in the next week, I made my way into English class as usual.
Straight away, other popular girls gathered around me and took seats as
close to me as possible. Only Bra didn't bother rushing to sit next to me.
She only ever sat with Trunks.
I never took notice of who was sitting on either side of me until I had unpacked my things and set them up on my desk. When I looked up, I saw that Tory was on my right hand side and Goten was on my left. VERY UNUSUAL.
"Hey." He said with a smile as he put his English things on the desk.
"Why are you sitting here?" I whispered in reply. If I brought too much attention to the fact, I knew what would happen.
He shrugged, not bothering to realize the importance of keeping his voice down. "Felt like it, I guess."
It was one thing to be Goten's friend out of school. But in the classroom, everything was different and I had a reputation to keep. But just as I stood to change seats, the English teacher entered and I had to stay.
"Hey, your wearing purple pants." I said in an attempt to make conversation with him.
He was wearing his favorite outfit, purple pants and a long sleeved white shirt. He wore that almost everyday to school. I wondered how much he made his mother wash it.
"Yup. You're not wearing red." He whispered in reply while the teacher started lecturing. I happened to be wearing a denim skirt and a black gothic styled top.
"I don't have to wear it just because it's my favorite colour." I retorted a little loudly, causing the teacher to stop speaking and I had to stop too.
"Movies was fun." Goten said a little later into the lesson. He opened his schoolbag and took out a can of soda. "Thought you might like this."
"Hah, hah." I said sarcastically but put the soda can in my own bag. How could I resist soda?
As the lesson wore on and we had to start on some proper work, I discovered Goten wasn't such a terrible work partner. Somehow, we ended up working through things together and unlike normal classes, we actually got the work done! It felt as if Goten had one half of the information and I had the other. Put it together and it becomes one whole!
But this was only the beginning of it. Goten sat next to me in every lesson for the rest of the day. We didn't sit next to each other at lunch. There was such thing as seeing too much of the one person. The next day, we sat together in every class as well, and the next day and the one after that.
Eventually I stopped feeling strange every time Goten sat beside me and it became a usual event. If I came to class late, Goten would always save me a seat beside him and vice versa. It wasn't as though it was a bad thing. With Goten, I managed to get my work done and still had time left over to be stupid and muck around with him.
Of course, other people noticed. But for once, I didn't care. So what if they thought we were dating? WE knew the truth. Goten and I were just friends. Possibly very good friends.
But was our relationship deep enough for me to be able to call him my best friend???
Many weeks later, Goten and I were sitting alone together in Science class. As always, we were Science partners and we were working on an experiment. It's always a good idea to try and be Science partners with either Trunks or Bra because working with them often meant that you didn't have to do any work. But Goten and I loved to muck around in Science and being his Science partner was always interesting. For instance, today we had managed to blow up all our lab equipment which meant we had free time while our Science teacher found us a new Bunsen Burner.
"So....what will we do to pass the time?" Goten asked, swinging back on his chair.
"No idea. Talk, I suppose." I let my hair out and began to brush it with the brush I always kept in my bag. I could feel Goten watching me and scowled from behind the long, wispy bits of hair that fell into my face.
"What?" I asked rudely.
"Why are you brushing your hair? It looked fine before and I don't see why girls are so obsessed." Goten replied and I had to grin. He was so naive.
"I bet you haven't brushed that porky-pine on the top of your head since the day you were born, right?"
"Yup. Hairbrushes are weird."
"Are not."
"Are too. Don't those little spikes hurt your head?"
"No. Here, feel." I passed him the brush, a little nervous that his head might be infested with nits. He held it to his head, but then stopped and examined it again.
"How do you do this again?" He asked and I groaned impatiently. It took it from his hands and began to brush through his hair.
I was surprised when my hand brushed against his hair. There wasn't a single knot or anything and it was as soft as my own which I treated with expensive shampoo everyday. How was that possible?
"Something wrong?" Goten asked, trying to look up but I forced his head down.
"Are you sure you don't wash your hair?" I asked curiously.
"No. But there is not really any need. Full blooded Sayian's hair doesn't change from the day he or she is born. Because I am a half Sayian, my hair can change styles but it does stay and feel the same as it did when I was born. And we never get any nits or anything."
A very detailed explanation. I was surprised Goten could come up with it. Suddenly, I heard someone call my name and turned to see the whole class starring at us.
"I never thought you would sink low enough to try and feel Goten up in Science class, Marron." Josh called and everyone else collapsed with laughter.
I felt my face blush red as I sat down next to Goten again. He was blushing too, but he never went red. Only rose pink.
"Maybe we should find some other way to pass the time." Goten whispered embarrassedly.
"Yeah." I replied as I put my hairbrush back in my bag. Why me? Why couldn't everyone see we were only FRIENDS!?
"Hey I know, let's have a starring competition!" Goten exclaimed suddenly.
"What's that?" I asked.
"Gohan and I used to play it all the time when it was raining and there was nothing else to do. Before he went to a proper high school, of course. It's pretty simple. We have to stare at each other in the eye until someone blinks. If you blink, you lose and the other person wins. Got it?"
"I guess." It didn't sound too hard.
"Ok then. Shut your eyes and I'll count to three. On three, open them and we'll start."
I nodded and snapped my eyes shut. The last thing I saw before I did was Goten watching me, his head titled to one side and his eyes fixed on mine. I fell into the darkness behind my closed eyes and heard Goten's voice swell around me.
"One.....two......three."
My eyes sprung open and met with Goten's straight away. It was the first time I had looked directly into his eyes. Sure, I had seen them before. But not in this depth. His eyes were coal black, yet warmth and security surrounded me when I starred into them. I could feel power in his gaze, strength beyond all reason. A never dying flame that warmed me as much as it warmed him.....
"You blinked." It was Goten who spoke as he shut his own eyes and wiped them dry. The effort to keep them open had left them filled with water.
I turned away from his face and starred at the table. What was wrong with me? Why was I blushing so much? This was just a friendship thing between Goten and I. Why did it make me feel so strange? My stomach felt empty and soulless. My heart was pounding fiercely against my chest, so harshly it actually hurt.
"Goten, Marron. I finally found you the equipment. Make sure not to blow anything up again, ok?" The Science teacher said as he hurried into the room.
I had to look at Goten again. He didn't look at me any differently. He was smiling as I was, but nothing unusual. So why was it happening to me and not him? He stood up and made his way to the bench we had been working at before. I attempted to follow him but my legs felt wobbly like jelly and I had to clutch onto the desk to stop myself from falling.
"Marron? Are you ok?" Goten asked me.
"Um....think so." I mumbled. He held out a hand and led me to the bench. I felt like such an idiot. Why was I acting so strangely? I had to ask him if it was happening to him as well.
"Goten? Do you feel any different from before? Anything different at all?"
"Nope. Why?" When I didn't reply, his voice became stern. "Are you sick? Do you want to go to the nurse?"
"No. I'm fine." I lied and tried to act bouncy. Though I wasn't in the mood.
When I got off the bus at home, I refused to go to tutoring with Goten. Something told me that flying with him in my current state wasn't a good idea.
"Don't feel well. Go on without me." I clutched my stomach to convince them. It worked pretty well because they let me go.
"Hey mum." I said, coming into the house. "I'm not feeling well so I came home. Sorry."
"Not feeling well?" 18 came to my side and felt my forehead. "You do look a bit pale. You should go upstairs and relax."
When I was alone in my room, I collapsed onto my bed and pelted my pillow. What on earth was wrong with me? Why did I feel so weird when I looked into Goten's eyes? Was it because I liked him? As MORE then a friend? No way! But what else could it be?
It had to be a crush. Perfectly normal since Goten was the guy who sat next to me every class and always talked to me. It was only natural that I would develop some feeling for him eventually. But it wouldn't last long like my nearly eight year crush on Trunks. I made a bet with myself that the queer feeling would be gone by tomorrow. And thank Kami I was right.
Only whenever I came near Goten, the queer feeling would come back again.
I never took notice of who was sitting on either side of me until I had unpacked my things and set them up on my desk. When I looked up, I saw that Tory was on my right hand side and Goten was on my left. VERY UNUSUAL.
"Hey." He said with a smile as he put his English things on the desk.
"Why are you sitting here?" I whispered in reply. If I brought too much attention to the fact, I knew what would happen.
He shrugged, not bothering to realize the importance of keeping his voice down. "Felt like it, I guess."
It was one thing to be Goten's friend out of school. But in the classroom, everything was different and I had a reputation to keep. But just as I stood to change seats, the English teacher entered and I had to stay.
"Hey, your wearing purple pants." I said in an attempt to make conversation with him.
He was wearing his favorite outfit, purple pants and a long sleeved white shirt. He wore that almost everyday to school. I wondered how much he made his mother wash it.
"Yup. You're not wearing red." He whispered in reply while the teacher started lecturing. I happened to be wearing a denim skirt and a black gothic styled top.
"I don't have to wear it just because it's my favorite colour." I retorted a little loudly, causing the teacher to stop speaking and I had to stop too.
"Movies was fun." Goten said a little later into the lesson. He opened his schoolbag and took out a can of soda. "Thought you might like this."
"Hah, hah." I said sarcastically but put the soda can in my own bag. How could I resist soda?
As the lesson wore on and we had to start on some proper work, I discovered Goten wasn't such a terrible work partner. Somehow, we ended up working through things together and unlike normal classes, we actually got the work done! It felt as if Goten had one half of the information and I had the other. Put it together and it becomes one whole!
But this was only the beginning of it. Goten sat next to me in every lesson for the rest of the day. We didn't sit next to each other at lunch. There was such thing as seeing too much of the one person. The next day, we sat together in every class as well, and the next day and the one after that.
Eventually I stopped feeling strange every time Goten sat beside me and it became a usual event. If I came to class late, Goten would always save me a seat beside him and vice versa. It wasn't as though it was a bad thing. With Goten, I managed to get my work done and still had time left over to be stupid and muck around with him.
Of course, other people noticed. But for once, I didn't care. So what if they thought we were dating? WE knew the truth. Goten and I were just friends. Possibly very good friends.
But was our relationship deep enough for me to be able to call him my best friend???
Many weeks later, Goten and I were sitting alone together in Science class. As always, we were Science partners and we were working on an experiment. It's always a good idea to try and be Science partners with either Trunks or Bra because working with them often meant that you didn't have to do any work. But Goten and I loved to muck around in Science and being his Science partner was always interesting. For instance, today we had managed to blow up all our lab equipment which meant we had free time while our Science teacher found us a new Bunsen Burner.
"So....what will we do to pass the time?" Goten asked, swinging back on his chair.
"No idea. Talk, I suppose." I let my hair out and began to brush it with the brush I always kept in my bag. I could feel Goten watching me and scowled from behind the long, wispy bits of hair that fell into my face.
"What?" I asked rudely.
"Why are you brushing your hair? It looked fine before and I don't see why girls are so obsessed." Goten replied and I had to grin. He was so naive.
"I bet you haven't brushed that porky-pine on the top of your head since the day you were born, right?"
"Yup. Hairbrushes are weird."
"Are not."
"Are too. Don't those little spikes hurt your head?"
"No. Here, feel." I passed him the brush, a little nervous that his head might be infested with nits. He held it to his head, but then stopped and examined it again.
"How do you do this again?" He asked and I groaned impatiently. It took it from his hands and began to brush through his hair.
I was surprised when my hand brushed against his hair. There wasn't a single knot or anything and it was as soft as my own which I treated with expensive shampoo everyday. How was that possible?
"Something wrong?" Goten asked, trying to look up but I forced his head down.
"Are you sure you don't wash your hair?" I asked curiously.
"No. But there is not really any need. Full blooded Sayian's hair doesn't change from the day he or she is born. Because I am a half Sayian, my hair can change styles but it does stay and feel the same as it did when I was born. And we never get any nits or anything."
A very detailed explanation. I was surprised Goten could come up with it. Suddenly, I heard someone call my name and turned to see the whole class starring at us.
"I never thought you would sink low enough to try and feel Goten up in Science class, Marron." Josh called and everyone else collapsed with laughter.
I felt my face blush red as I sat down next to Goten again. He was blushing too, but he never went red. Only rose pink.
"Maybe we should find some other way to pass the time." Goten whispered embarrassedly.
"Yeah." I replied as I put my hairbrush back in my bag. Why me? Why couldn't everyone see we were only FRIENDS!?
"Hey I know, let's have a starring competition!" Goten exclaimed suddenly.
"What's that?" I asked.
"Gohan and I used to play it all the time when it was raining and there was nothing else to do. Before he went to a proper high school, of course. It's pretty simple. We have to stare at each other in the eye until someone blinks. If you blink, you lose and the other person wins. Got it?"
"I guess." It didn't sound too hard.
"Ok then. Shut your eyes and I'll count to three. On three, open them and we'll start."
I nodded and snapped my eyes shut. The last thing I saw before I did was Goten watching me, his head titled to one side and his eyes fixed on mine. I fell into the darkness behind my closed eyes and heard Goten's voice swell around me.
"One.....two......three."
My eyes sprung open and met with Goten's straight away. It was the first time I had looked directly into his eyes. Sure, I had seen them before. But not in this depth. His eyes were coal black, yet warmth and security surrounded me when I starred into them. I could feel power in his gaze, strength beyond all reason. A never dying flame that warmed me as much as it warmed him.....
"You blinked." It was Goten who spoke as he shut his own eyes and wiped them dry. The effort to keep them open had left them filled with water.
I turned away from his face and starred at the table. What was wrong with me? Why was I blushing so much? This was just a friendship thing between Goten and I. Why did it make me feel so strange? My stomach felt empty and soulless. My heart was pounding fiercely against my chest, so harshly it actually hurt.
"Goten, Marron. I finally found you the equipment. Make sure not to blow anything up again, ok?" The Science teacher said as he hurried into the room.
I had to look at Goten again. He didn't look at me any differently. He was smiling as I was, but nothing unusual. So why was it happening to me and not him? He stood up and made his way to the bench we had been working at before. I attempted to follow him but my legs felt wobbly like jelly and I had to clutch onto the desk to stop myself from falling.
"Marron? Are you ok?" Goten asked me.
"Um....think so." I mumbled. He held out a hand and led me to the bench. I felt like such an idiot. Why was I acting so strangely? I had to ask him if it was happening to him as well.
"Goten? Do you feel any different from before? Anything different at all?"
"Nope. Why?" When I didn't reply, his voice became stern. "Are you sick? Do you want to go to the nurse?"
"No. I'm fine." I lied and tried to act bouncy. Though I wasn't in the mood.
When I got off the bus at home, I refused to go to tutoring with Goten. Something told me that flying with him in my current state wasn't a good idea.
"Don't feel well. Go on without me." I clutched my stomach to convince them. It worked pretty well because they let me go.
"Hey mum." I said, coming into the house. "I'm not feeling well so I came home. Sorry."
"Not feeling well?" 18 came to my side and felt my forehead. "You do look a bit pale. You should go upstairs and relax."
When I was alone in my room, I collapsed onto my bed and pelted my pillow. What on earth was wrong with me? Why did I feel so weird when I looked into Goten's eyes? Was it because I liked him? As MORE then a friend? No way! But what else could it be?
It had to be a crush. Perfectly normal since Goten was the guy who sat next to me every class and always talked to me. It was only natural that I would develop some feeling for him eventually. But it wouldn't last long like my nearly eight year crush on Trunks. I made a bet with myself that the queer feeling would be gone by tomorrow. And thank Kami I was right.
Only whenever I came near Goten, the queer feeling would come back again.