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chApter 8: The Stocking Incident

Have I ever....kissed...before? My heart did a triple tap dance jump, my cheeks flushing at such a personal question. Better answer something quick...

"Uh, of....Of course."

Of course..........not. Trunks stepped back and smirked, quirking his eyebrow.

"Really? What if I said I don't believe you?"

Damn....he didn't believe me...gotta stick up to my pride....don't give up Pan! I quickly got over my nervousness and recovered by smirking right back.

"You calling me a liar?" Unfortunatley...he took this as a challenge.

"Then how about we do a little test?" Huh?...a test? What the!

"Stop being such a player and try to get a kiss form every girl you meet." Trunks shrugged slightly and looked up in thought.

"I can't say I'm a player...but I'm no beginner either. So how about? Let's practice before you do the real thing with Keita." This guy has got to be kidding....

"Are you insane?!"

Trunks leaned in right in front of me suddenly, supporting himself with his hand on the wall, right next to my face, making me step back against the wall wide-eyed. He smiled brightly.

"No, I'm completely sane."

Although I should be baffled, I looked at him with anger and forgot how close we were.

"Why the hell would I kiss you?!"

"Why not? Don't want to lose your first kiss to me?"

His nose was almost touching mine now and his smirk was irritating me. I pushed him back and poked at his chest.

"I told you, it's not my first kiss!"

"Then what's the big deal? Let's do it."

I looked him silently. Staring at him intently then looking away. I softly spoke as my hair covered most of my face, my head tilted slightly down.

"I don't want to."

"Why?"

"I don't ever want to kiss you, I'd rather kill myself."

"Why?"

I bit my lip slightly, embarrassed. But, my annoyance toward Trunks gave me the courage to answer, especially when he drawled out 'why' like how those little curious kids ask adults a question and kept asking 'why.'

"You..........you should only kiss when you like one another!"

For a minute, Trunks stopped smirking and stared at me with a blank face. Then, he started laughing.

"You look like a tomato."

I narrowed my eyes and glared at him. Trunks still laughing, held up his hands in a defensive mode.

"Hey, you don't have to get that angry. I just wanted us closer as friends."

"Closer? HA! Closer to my lips, that's what." Trunks smiled and sighed, running his hand through his hair.

"Alright, we won't practice the kissing....yet. I'll wait until you're ready."

"Yeah right. You could wait forever for all I care." Trunks smirked and shook his head, ruffling my hair.

"You sure can be cute sometimes. You should get going now."

He waved a goodbye and retreated down the hall. I rushed inside without saying goodbye. Argh. Why do I always feel like I'm being ridiculed by Trunks? Well...maybe because he is, duh. I clenched a fist and made a determined pose. I will not lose to you Trunks Briefs!

When I walked in the living room where my uncle and brother were present, they both looked at me with their mouths wide open, just like Trunks and his older sister did. Oh yeah...I forgot that I did a big change to my appearance. My uncle came up to me and grabbed my hands. My brother was right behind him.

"Are you Pan?"

"Sis?......Are you really my sister?

Geez....I didn't change that much did I? I told them I found some kind of miracle remedy to fix my appearance and told my uncle that I couldn't deliver for him anymore, due to schoolwork. Although I hated lying to my uncle, I had no choice. (T.T)

When I saw his slight horrified face about me stop delivering, I then proceeded to quickly explained that...uh...I didn't even know what his name is or how he looks like...this...guy...was going to take over my place for the time being. He seemed to take it pretty well right after.

"The boy is very good-looking and works very hard. Ha ha, with his good looks, a lot more female customers come in now."

"Really? Well, that's a relief. Oh, and you don't have to pay him for his services."

"Why? How can I do that? Of course I have to pay him."

I sweatdropped and started to panic. Uh....how do I explain this...

"He....uh.....he applied for a job to be a delivery man in a different restaurant, so he wants to have some practice first to get experience. So.....he'll be working here, but you don't have to pay him, just make sure he eats."

"Oh...okay....but..."

My uncle nodded his head slightly as if he understood, but in his eyes, he was confused as hell...hey, even me. And so, I had to stay up until 12 trying to convince my uncle not to pay the guy and was unnecessary.

The next day, I woke up especially early to get ready. After all, I was going to the photography club for the first time and need to leave a good impression for Keita. I slipped into a pale light lavender one piece halter dress, slightly clinging onto me despite my annoyance, so I slipped a white cardigan over it. No help at all. I crossed my arms over my chest. I feel so....naked.

I scrunched my nose and tried to pull the dress down at least to cover my knees, but just sprang back up, clingier than ever. Sighing I thought about what else I needed. Hmmm...oh yeah....stockings. I looked inside my drawer and dug around. I'm sure I have some stockings here somewhere...Ah ha! I triumphantly smiled as I looked at the tangled up light beige stockings balled up in my hand. I sat on the bed and tried to pull it on.......okay....c'mon....er...argh...

I struggled on the stocking, pulling and pulling, lying on my back and trying to get it on without ripping. After a few more tugs, I finally got it on. I jumped up and down to see if it was securely on. Feels weird....

Now what....ah yes...make up. I walked over my shelves and looked for some make up materials I may have. So far, I found only mascara and.....Vaseline petroleum jelly. After jabbing the mascara brush around and rubbing some of the Vaseline on my lips in replacement of lip gloss, I stared at my reflection and smiled. That'll do.

My hair....hm. Grabbing a brush, I hurriedly ran through it to smooth it out and quickly twisted it up, secured with a black clip. I looked back at my full view mirror and smiled. Not bad....not bad at all. I quickly slung my sling bag over my shoulder with my books and slipped on my sneakers. Wait....I glanced at the white strappy heels next to me. Sigh....I guess...I should wear those.

I sadly took off my ever so comfortable sneakers and slipped gently in the heels. Stupid little buckle...I stood up and almost fell backwards. Woah...these are...pretty high. I wobbled slightly and headed out the door, using the wall to support me. (-.-;)

All day, I was uncomfortable with the stares I got from my colleagues, and slumped down in my seat, my notebook close to my face. Luckily, in college, people are too busy on getting high grades to get a good job then wondering why the "delivery girl" suddenly dresses up herself.

I was relieved when my last class ended. I walked swiftly out the door and slightly ran towards the assembly hall, where the photography club was located. As I was getting nearer and nearer, for some reason, my heart started pounding in my chest.

Hoo...hooo...take a deep breath. This being my first time, I feel very tense. Also, I have to make Keita like me. Hoo....hoo...first impressions are always important. Now that I think of Keita, I never really have seen him. Just heard of him. And oh, were they really good things.

I felt really jumpy and was trembling slightly. But...why the hell is my leg so itchy!! I felt like I wanted to scratch my leg out, but couldn't because there wer people around me. Let's not think about it....forget about it..........The best way is to not think and it'll go away.................................Suppress the urge, Pan.............................................patience is a virtue..............................................ACK. I can't take it anymore!!!!..

It didn't matter the room was mere inches away. Me, I started scratching my leg furiously. Oh yeah...that feels good......But then. Huk....because of my long fingernails, I managed to tear a hole in my stocking. Damn.......you just had to scratch your leg, huh Pan? (-.-)

And to make matters worse...

A really handsome tall guy who walked just past me had been watching me this whole time! No....ugh.....He looked at me and started laughing....God this is embarrassing....no, I'm not embarrassed at all! I slightly growled at him.

"Excuse me, but can you please mind your own business?" The guy looked at me blankly and smirked. He turned around and entered a room. The photography room.

Dah....I can't believe this...looks like I'm going to have to see him more often. This.....this sucks! Wearing a tearful face, I dragged my feet towards the room. As soon as entered the room and shut the door behind me, about five or six people were sitting around a long table, all eyes set on me. Trunks noticed me and smiled brightly. He stood up and went over towards me, while I was looking down timidly.

"You came! Everyone, I want you to meet someone. I decided to scout her into our club because she has amazing photography skills." I glanced at him. How is he going to cover up that lie?

"Her name is Son Pan and she's currently a 2nd year student attending out school." I was still looking down until I felt a nudge from Trunks. I whipped up and nervously bowed slightly.

"Hello....nice to meet you guys."

The people immediately stood up and greeted me. I introduced myself to each and everyone of them. Including...the stocking incident guy....He smirked and held out his hand for a shake which I slowly took.

"About before....I'm sorry." I immediately thought his voice was so smooth, soft, and husky. Like warm caramel. He smiled and I could see perfect pearly whites. He has a nice warm smile...A nice pleasant smell came from him, like nice cologne. His looks could compete with Trunks....maybe even better.

"Don't worry about it. I would have thought of it amusing too." I shyly smiled and went off, silently ending our introduction. After I was done, Trunks came and whispered into my ear...

"You see the guy wearing the beige sweater? Go sit next to him." Wait a minute...beige sweater? I glanced around and what I saw made gape in horror. Stocking guy! Why him of all the people in this room...

"Why? The seat next to yours is empty." Trunks rolled his eyes.

"You idiot, if I told you once, you should understand. The guy wearing the beige sweater is Shizuke Keita!"

"WHAT!?" Because of my sudden outburst, all the members started to give me strange looks.

"Heh...."

Giving them an awkward laugh, I did as Trunks told me to do and sat down beside the guy now I know as Keita. My head was swirling.

Stocking incident witness....Beige Sweater......Shizuke Keita!

My effort to look like the ideal girl of Keita's dreams was all spoiled...sigh, what am I supposed to do now...I reluctantly sat down next to Keita and a few minutes in the meeting, I was lost in my own little world. Why haven't I seen him around school before? Being so popular you'd think at least I would have seen him once during my 1 and a half years here.

Hmmmm....if I was to say Trunks looks like fox- sly, polished, handsome features, and structured- then Keita reminds me of a tiger. He looks manly, but gentle and fierce at the same time. Bold and charming. Just sitting next to him makes my heart pound. Ba Dump...Ba Dump....My ears became bright red like cherries. Keita's soft brown hair accentuated with his beige sweater, his fair skin making a nice look of grace.

While I was thinking about Keita, the president who oddly enough happened to have a head shaped like a horse, started talking about the club activities. I tried to look interested, but his words went in one ear and out the other. But then Keita spoke...

"When are we going to get ready for the photo exhibition?"

God, his voice is to die for...I looked at Keita, I was so mesmerized by him. I never felt like this around a guy before. He's quite intriguing Trunks who was sitting across from me gave me a strange look. Heh.....

"Ah, that's right! The exhibition! I told Keita about it and completely forgot to tell you guys." Wah...it's like every time that guy talks, his head gets longer. That is so fascinating...

"As you all know, we're having a welcoming meeting for a new club members. So during that time, I was thinking of doing an open exhibition. It's in April so we don't have much time. This year, our theme will be centered on 'Nature.'"

"Don't you think that the 'Nature' theme is too common? How about we call it 'Nude' instead? It'll show people the side of the human nature without fabrication..."

Ha. And who else would bring up a subject like this? Of course, it's Trunks Briefs. The president glared at Trunks with his tiny slit eyes and Trunks closed his mouth. I rolled my eyes.

"Forest, the sea, and the sky will be our main elements. Since we're already talking about this, let's set up the day. Like I said, we don't have much time left."

"How about tomorrow? Tomorrow's Saturday." A plump girl asked and everyone seemed to approve of that idea.

"Fine, then. We'll go tomorrow. Where should we go first? The forest or the beach? The sky we can do anytime."

"The beach!!!" As soon as he ended, everyone exclaimed to go to the beach. Wow, easily excited...

"Okay, that settles it. We're going to the beach!! Trunks and Keita, do you think you guys can drive tomorrow?" Both nodded their heads. The president clapped his hands together.

"Then let's meet up at the school's front gate at 11 sharp! Okay?"

All the members jumped around with excitement. They act like middle school kids who're going on a field trip or something. As soon as Keita stood up, the horse head turned to me.

"Pan?" I looked up and smiled. I nodded my head, indicating I'll go.

"Good. Keita, can you write down our club's website address for her?" The horse head directed at me again.

"You must have some amazing skills if Trunks himself recruited you into our club. No offense, but Trunks isn't really the type to actually care enough to bring someone in." I nodded my head in total understanding.

"I'm looking forward to your work."

Trunks that bastard. What am I suppose to do now? He'll take care of it he says. Chi. I stood there thinking of what I should do. While I was fretting around, Keita had gotten the address down on a piece of paper and gave it to me. Then he casually walked out of the room with the horse head.

Now the only remaining people in the room were Trunks and me. We too, walked out the room in silence. Trunks turned around and grabbed my shoulders.

"So? How was Keita? You like him, huh?" I looked to the side, blushing.

"Yeah right."

"Then? What do you think?"

"Well...he is very good looking."

Trunks' forehead started to wrinkle up and frowned.

"More than me?" This guy is totally in love with himself...

"I can't compare you two together. You guys are too different."

"If I was to say you remind me of a fox, then he's more like a tiger."

"What? A fox?"

It seems like what I said came as a big shock to him......

"In what way do I look like a fox? I mean, people called me a Casanova, or commented that I was probably the most handsome guy they ever met! But this is the first time someone told me that I looked like a fox!" I had no choice but to sweat drop and stay silent from that statement. Can he be anymore conceited?!

"Do I really remind you of a fox?"

"Yes."

"Really?"

"Yes." Trunks took his hands from my shoulders and placed them on my cheeks, squeezing them together, making me form pouty lips and chubby cheeks.

"Look at me carefully. Do I really look like a fox to you?"

His face was an inch away from, staring with wide eyes. He's so serious....If I say 'yea' again, he'll probably kiss me by now...(-.-) Sigh, for my sake, I'll give you the answer you want.

"Heh....I was only joking." Trunks let goed and smiled brightly.

"You should have said that sooner."

Trunks Briefs. You aren't just a fox, you're a deceptive fox that you can only hear about in tall-tale stories. Ha! I imagined Trunks with a tail stuck to his behind and started to grin. But then I saw them....standing together at the far end of the hallway....

Shizuke Keita and Tatewaki Kyoko.

Suddenly, I felt this strong negative magnetic stare behind me. I turned around and observed Trunks. His facial expression turned bad to worse. Darn it! Why now? Why here?! Trunks is now going to act all pissy and....stuff now.

"Let's go, we have to set up our next plan. I can't stand seeing them together."

I simply followed Trunks. I didn't want Trunks' anger to blow up on me.....................we walked.....we walked....and walked. I got bored, so I took out the piece of paper that Keita had given me.

Photography's Club Address: (A/U: I wrote a random website, but it won't show up, so use your imagination and make one up.)

Ah, his handwriting is so neat and cute...just like him. Oh God...I have become so infatuated....

Then......

I started to blush. There was more writing on the paper. After the address, he wrote just underneath:

Is your stocking okay?


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