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AN: SORRY FOR SUCH THE LONG WAIT! TO MAKE UP FOR IT I ADDED 2 CHAPTERS! I'LL ADD MORE!
GOMEN NE!
"talking"
'thought'
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Dance Partners
Why? Why HER?
It's Monday, I really loath Mondays. I hate school, I hate this place, I hate everything here except for a few things but I'm glad it's coming to an end in a few weeks. I especially hate this Monday, it's the Monday after Prom. People are gonna talk about it and I'm gonna be lost and wondering about Trunks date. Yes I do need to know who it is, I mean wouldn't you? I know I need to know. Kami I hate this, I hate all of this.
I hate this Monday since last year. Everyone talks about it and I always feel like I'm the only one that didn't go and I probably am, which sucks even more.
People ask 'Why didn't you go?' and I tell them and there like 'Oh, sorry' yeah me too bitch! I don't know whether they mean 'sorry' for me not going to prom or 'sorry' for my grandmother dying.
I don't even know why I feel this way, it's TRUNKS! Him and him being so damn irresistible and being so damn attractive and him for being so god damn perfect. If he had just not…urgh! I hate this, I really do.
It's lunch. I eat with a few friends that I've known since my freshmen year at Orange Star HS. Fran, Maria, Marie, Jo, and Hong, all seniors. They joke about me having a crush on Trunks but they don't know that I really do have a crush on him, I've kept it really, really well hidden from everyone, well except my sister, but she doesn't count. They're talking about the Prom, of course. I feel so left out, they all went. I wish I could've gone but no regrets, right! RIGHT! Ah, whatever! I just start to eat drowning out their voices, my mind going to the day of Prom. Was Trunks date beautiful? Was he everything he wanted in a prom date? Was he everything he wanted in a girl? Did he like her? Did he want her?
I was so lost in thought that I didn't hear my friends say my name. But I heard the next one.
"PAN!" They all yelled together.
"Fuck! You don't have to yell so hard!" I scream back at them.
"Well we wouldn't have to if you were paying attention" Fran scolded me. Fran, half Filipino half Chinese, she's like my best friend. Out of everyone in the group I think I'll miss her the most. She's like a punk rocker, piercing's everywhere, so rebellious, the complete opposite of me. If I got a piercing other than the 4 on my ear, father would kill me. Hell, he almost bit my head off for getting the second piercing (No, really he did).
"Don't be too mad, Fran. She probably was thinking about Trunks" Maria said saying Trunks with a sigh. Maria full fledge Filipino, gotta love her. You'd think she was one of those typical Asians but she so isn't. That's why I love her she isn't' typical she's different.
"Ha, yeah. Whatever" I say back. I'm such a dork, that was probably the most stupidest response, EVER! But there right I was thinking about him.
"Suuurrree, you weren't" Marie sarcastically. Another full fledge Filipino, she's ayte. Sometimes I think she is a typical Filipino just by the way she dresses, like following the crowd but when I think she is she does something to make me think it all over again. Like a few months ago she wore her gold, sparkly pants and you know, no one typical Asian in there right mind would do that.
"Geez, what kind of friends are you" I say to them.
"Really great ones. Get off it, you love him! Just admit it!" Jo said. Filipino as well, SO not typical. She marches to her own beat and I love it. She wears what she wants not caring what other people think about her and I love that. And on top of that, the guy she's been crushing on since forever, she asked to prom and he said yes. SHE ASKED HIM! That takes balls. I wish I had her balls. Damn, he said yes. Gotta love her.
"ADMIT IT! It'll make you feel way better" Hong demanded. Hong, the oldest of our group, she is exactly one year older than the rest of us, she's 18, going onto 19, and she's also the shortest of our group, funny how that works. Hong is Vietnamese, with many brothers and sisters. And she isn't a typical Asian as well, I like surrounding myself around people who aren't typical, who don't fall into the stereotypical Asian. It just makes me feel better I guess, not in the crowd. Not a sheep, baaa! ;; (Oh and these are real descriptions of my friends, I actually have a poem called Typical about Typical Asian, should I put it up?)
"Come on! Tell us, you love him, right?" Fran asked, kinda nudging me in the gut.
"Yeah, were your friends. Let us know!" they all begged.
I just snorted and resumed eating.
"Eh, whatever!" I head one of them say and they went back to talking about the prom. Kami, don't they ever stop. No more prom talk. NO MORE! It's making me think about Trunks and his date. Did they kiss? Did they not kiss? Did they do something more? Are they a couple know? Errrr, I hate this. STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM! STOP! STOP! STOP!
ring
The bell ring indicating that lunch was over. We all get up form out from the ground. We're sitting outside, just to let you know, we always did when it was nice outside. Grabbed out bags and lunches, tossed those and said our good-byes and went to our next class. Mine being English. TRUNKS! Damn it!
English class, I take my seat and just wait for class to start. To ask him about prom and whatnot. Whatnot being about who his date is.
The class fills, he isn't there yet. So typical always late, he usually goes out of school grounds to eat.
Class starts, he isn't here yet. Maybe he'll be a little late than usual. Yeah that's it.
I drown out in class, I barely pay attention to the lecture, who would. It's so boring, I hate English. English sucks!
Then I hear something. The 2 guys that Trunks hangs with in the class. John and Eric, they're both white and very tall. They both have dirty blonde hair and blue eyes.
"…yeah, she was gorgeous." who's gorgeous?
"Damn, how does Trunks do it? He always has hot girls around him" I listened closer they were talking about Trunks date. I want to know all about her, who is she and all.
"I think she's like a musican or something. That's what he said. Kami was she gorgeous, blonde" I turn pale white "blue eyes, nice bod damn. I bet he tapped that ass" they laughed. I nearly fell out of my chair. No it couldn't be her. There's no way it can be her. It shouldn't be her, anyone but her. Please let it not be her.
The end of class bell rings. Trunks never came. I wonder where he is?
I make my way to the dance studio. I capsule my car and get to the door. It's open, I wonder why? There's about 2 hours until class starts. I get in and say "Hello?" no answer. "Sensei?" no answer. I shrug my shoulders, probably the janitor. I make my way to the dance floor, because it's the only way to get to the locker rooms. And what I see before me makes want to die.
It was HER! It just had to be her didn't it but that's just not it. He was kissing her! HE WAS KISSING HER! They were making out in front of me. As I watched them, I could feel my heart rip right out of my chest and then get stomped on over and over and over and over and over again by Trunks. Why HER? If it was anyone else, not so much pain but it had to be her, didn't it?
Tears have already started to flow freely from my eyes. My vision is blurry, I know I shouldn't do what I'm about to do but I do anyways. I run out of there and drive like hell to be anywhere but here.
Why did it have to be her? Why Marron? WHY Trunks? WHY!
