"Why are you so cold?" He screamed at her, his voice echoing through the halls... She ignored him. She continued walking, through the halls to her next class. They were already late. "PAN! ANSWER ME GOD DAMMIT!"
She quickly carried on walking, strolling down the passage ways. "GOD, YOUR SUCH A...BITCH!!"
The comment stung, hurting her more than she let on. But she wouldn't stop now, not now...
"Please pan" His voice came as desperate, small. She stopped and turned around to see him looking at her, mere feet away. "Why do you push everyone away? All I want is to be your friend"
"No, your just looking for a laugh and you thought you'd find it in me" She snarled,
"No Pan" He shook his head, "It wasn't like that, I didn't mean..."
"I don't care Trunks" She sighed "You had your chance, and you blew it"
"Pan please...I thought you'd be ok with it!"
"WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GET THAT IDEA?!"
"You seemed like the sort of person that didn't care about those things..."
"And at what part, Trunks, did you think that? Was it the 'ditch the Goth' part or the, 'who the hell is that'?" She snarled, a little surprised at the tone she used.
"What's your problem?" She asked, in a voice that she considered a whimper.
"What's my problem?" Pan shrieked "My problem is you! Acting you're my friend then ditching me at the first person to come along!"
"Pan..."
Flashback
"Pan! Wooo, Pan! Earth to Pan!" Trunk sang, waving a hand in front of Pan's face.
'Why doesn't he get the hint and leave me alone??" Pan moaned inside her mind
"Come on Pan, don't ignore me!" Trunk called.
"WHAT," She shouted, her voice coming out more angry than she intended to. She calmed down, bringing her voice down a notch "do you want?"
"I want you to eat Lunch with me" He smiled, holding up a brown paper bag
"I already spent 1 week with you practically joined to the hip with me!" She cried "Why, do I have to out up with you at lunch as well?"
"Because...you love me?" He grinned. Curse that grin
"I BARELY KNOW YOU!!!" She yelled. He cupped his hands over his ears, wincing at her voice
"Ouch, not so loud" He said. She rolled her eyes, a habit she needed to get out of, before walking outside into the sun.
She sat herself down in her normal spot, pulling out her lunch from her bag. Unfortunately for her, he sat down next to her, pulling out a sandwich from his lunch bag.
"Look" She said, spinning around to face him "Can't you take a hint?"
"Oh, sorry" He grinned "You want some?" He asked, thrusting out his sandwich to her.
She groaned, loudly and stormed away from the tree, shoving her lunch in the bin. Somehow, she wasn't hungry anymore...
"What I do?" He asked, jogging up beside her.
"Don't you get it?" She asked, pointing to the both of them "we don't go! I'm an outcast; a Goth. And your...well, your not!" She screamed, pointing to bright attire. He stared to where her finger was pointing before pushing it away
"That matters to you?" He asked, cocking his head to the side "You think friends have to have the same tastes in everything?"
"No but-" She stopped herself, realizing that he was, in fact, correct. She shouldn't care. Then why did she? "I think I've been in this school too long" She chuckled, shaking her head.
He threw his head back, laughing "Yeah, probably. So, what you doing tonight?"
End flashback
"No Trunks!" Pan shouted, turning around to face him."Just leave me alone!"
"Look, I'm sorry about yestaday-"
"Oh, now you're sorry!" Pan cried, throwing her hands up in the air "Didn't seem that way yestaday!"
Flashback
"That was so funny!" Trunks cried, clutching Pan for support.
"I...cant...cant breathe!" Pan panted, falling onto Trunks as her sides tore from laughing "I thought it was supposed to be a horror?" She asked regaining slightly from laughing.
"It was!" Trunks screamed, and the two burst out laughing again
"Wana go for pizza?" Trunks asked. Pan nodded, linking arms with hr new-found friend.
"Trunks!" Someone cried, causing Trunks to snap around.
"Kyle!" He cried back, letting go of Pan and running up to slap a blonde guy on the back. Pan stood there, awkwardly, waiting for Trunks to join her or at least introduce them!"
"Dude, who the hell is that?" He asked, jerking a thumb in Pan's direction.
"She's with me" Trunks replied, acting like she couldn't hear them. Pan was fuming
"Orange star changed you that much?" Came the blonde's reply "Dude, why didn't you stay at White city?" All Trunks could do was shrug in reply "How about we ditch the Goth and go get us some pizza?"
"Sounds good!" Trunks exclaimed, walking off with his blonde friend.
End flashback
"What's your problem?"
"What's my problem?" Pan shrieked "My problem is you! Acting you're my friend then ditching me at the first person to come along!"
"Pan..."
"No, Trunks. Don't try and act all innocent" Pan screamed.
"It hurts..."
"Oh, so your in pain? How about me? I trusted you and you broke that trust"
"Pan-"
"You knew what you were doing and what would happen. And like a fool, I fell for it" She laughed in spite of herself "Goodbye Trunks"
"Pan-" He voice came out in a gasp. She turned around to watch him wither to the floor
"What now, your heart breaking?" She mocked, watching him fall to the floor
"It...hurts" He wheezed, grabbing his chest. The pain on his face looked so real, Pan was worried.
"Trunks...this isn't funny" She said, appearing at his side
"Call an ambulance" He panted, clutching his chest tighter. She quickly whipped out her phone from her pocket, dialing '911' with lightening speed
"Trunks...what's happening" She supported him, keeping him upright. He wasn't moving "Trunks...?"
A few more wheezes came out of his body, then nothing. "Trunks!"
TBC...