I write these in succession…literally one right after the other. It's just so funny to write.

A couple of weeks had passed since the first day, and now Marron was not looking forward to the prospect of the dreaded PE. She was chatting idly with Pan, who had her mind on other things. Every other word that came out of her mouth was "uhhh" or "umm". So of course, she wasn't paying attention to the fact that Trunks was walking towards them.

"Hey Pan. Marron"

"Hi Tru"

She never did finish her sentence. Marron walked right into some lockers and lay twitching on the floor, the giant red bump obvious to everyone. Even Pan couldn't help but laugh at her friend's expense.

Chapter 3 – Floats Like a Rock

"Hey! How's your head?" Pan laughed, sitting right next to Marron in the athletics assembly. Marron groaned. "Once the blood rushes from my face then I'm sure I'll be fine. Gak!" Both Marron and Pan's heads where shoved roughly down. "Guess who!" Uub sing-songed playfully. Pan elbowed him roughly in the ribs. "Get OFF of me, moron!" Uub landed less than gracefully behind them. He rubbed the spot on his chest where his friend hit him. "Damn…you're way too rough with me." he laughed. "I'm fragile, y'know!" Pan rolled her eyes.

"You're about as fragile as your damn hair." she knocked his mohawk, which was rock solid. "Absolutely indestructible." Marron giggled and Uub grinned cheerfully.

"Glad to hear that I'm invincible."

Uub smiled and ruffled Pan's short hair before walking off, laughing to himself. Not five minutes later Yamcha came striding over, grinning ear to ear. Marron glared fiercely at the long-haired drummer, who sat directly behind them.

"Hey Pixie! Blondie! What's shakin' my hotties?"

Marron glared back at him.

"We're not your hotties."

Yamcha just laughed. He put his head on Marron's shoulder and smiled genuinely. He smelled strongly of sweat, beer, bad aftershave. He nuzzled his nose next to her neck.

"You smell nice."

Marron couldn't help but blush at the compliment. She shoved his head away and couldn't help but notice the disappointed look in his eyes.

"Can't say the same about you."

Yamcha sighed and looked at the crowd in the gym signing up for sports.

"You ladies playing a sport this semester?"

Pan shook her head. "Nope. You know the sports I play." Marron shook her head, but Yamcha nodded wisely, seeing he had known her longer. "It really is a shame that they don't let us whack those snotty little bitches with the blunt end of the lacrosse stick." She cracked her knuckles aggressively and Marron inched away.

"MARRON!"

Marron jumped in shock at the sound of the voice. She looked to her left, where it came from, and saw Bura grinning ear to ear. "Marron, sign up for field hockey with me!" She cocked her head in confusion. "Uh, why?"

"Because!"

Yamcha leaned in, slightly interested. "Varsity or Junior Varsity?"

"JV."

He grinned. "Really? Well, my adorable little Bura, I look forward to seeing your beautiful heiny when you bend over to pass the ball to me." Bura flushed, but Yamcha kept grinning. "And, Marron, my favorite sophomore, I hope you decide to join too."

"No chance in hell now, pervert."

An ugly older lady walked up, after everyone finished signing up for their respective sports. Yamcha still sat behind Marron and Pan, and Bura, who was freaked out, went and sat next to her brother, seeing that her boyfriend wasn't there that day. The woman shouted out in her annoying, screechy voice where everyone was supposed to meet. Freshman and sophomore girls with the last names S-V were supposed to meet with one of the teachers…the tall, buff bald one. Marron and Pan stood in line, waiting to get their torture assigned to them.

"They just put you in one…you have no choice in the matter…" Pan muttered to Marron. The shampoo in her hair tickled Marron's nose…it was, like, peach or mango, or something. She found it ironic that the tomboyish girl behind her used something as flowery and feminine as a mango shampoo. She giggled internally, knowing that Pan would deny any accusation of the sort. As the two inched closer to the front, they could hear the gruff voice assigning sports for them to do.

"Football….Weights…Swimming"

"He's getting close to you Marron."

"…Weights…Swimming…Football…"

"What if I get swimming?"

"…Swimming…Football…"

"Then you swim"

"Weights…

"But…I…"

"You what?"

"Marron Sen'in?"

"Never mind."

"Sen'in!"

"Yes sir?"

"Swimming."

Marron's eye twitched uncontrollably. "Swimming!" The man nodded. "You heard me." She shook her head in a shocked denial. "I-Is there…I mean…can I switch?"

"No. Now move."

He shoved her roughly aside. Pan came over a second later; Marron was shaking slightly. "What's the matter?"

"I…can't…swim…"

That next day, at exactly 11:00 AM, Marron waddled out to the pool in her bathing suit. All she had to do was convince the swim coach that this was pointless and she didn't know how to swim. She walked over towards the office, and groaned angrily when she saw her on the phone. A few of the others filed in, muttering with equal anger about having to swim. Marron stood next to the edge of the pool, peering over at the deep end.

'15 feet…that's just ridiculous…'

She shuffled around aimlessly, until, finally she saw the swim coach was off the phone. She explained to the young woman that she couldn't swim, and she just smiled and clapped her heavily on the shoulder.

"It's alright. I'll find someone to teach you."

Completely dejected, Marron shuffled back out of the office and started walking towards where the others were standing around. Then she saw him. Marron blushed visibly the minute he walked over. He pulled off his shirt and Marron stared dumbfounded at his perfect physique. Too dumbfounded, in fact. Her foot slipped out in front of her and she landed with a loud splash in the deep end of the pool.

After about a minute, one of Trunk's friends leaned over to him.

"Dude…I don't think she's coming back up."

Trunks shifted uncomfortably, then the fact dawned on him that she either A: couldn't swim, or B: hit her head when she fell. He ran over and dived in the pool, swimming as fast as he could to the place where fell. He opened his eyes and the chlorine burned them.

'Dammit…please don't be dead!'

Trunks groped around in the water, until he felt something soft and warm. He opened his eyes again and blushed madly when he saw he was squeezing her breast. He picked her up and swam to the surface, then laid her down on the edge while he tried to get back out. The PE group swarmed around them.

"Is she dead?"

"Is she breathing?"

"Is she alright?"

"What happened!"

Trunks swung around viciously, glaring angrily at everyone. "Stop crowding her!" he bellowed. "Back off!" He felt her pulse.

'Good…she's still breathing'

Then he put his ear on her chest.

"Trunks! Is she breathing?" Trunks nodded. "Sounds like she has some water in her lungs though. I'm gonna do CPR" He got over her, and was about to give her air, when Marron coughed and sputtered and spat out the water. She looked, confused at the scene playing out in front of her. There he was, her crush, Trunks, right overtop of her, lips mere centimeters from hers.

"Uhhh…" Trunks stammered, face flushed. Marron looked up, equally red. Her eyes started to fill up with tears and she hugged him, crying silently into his chest. He patted her back awkwardly. "Hey…uh…it's okay…you're okay now. You're okay…" The people standing nearby began to whisper and giggle, but an angry look from Trunks got them all going on their way. He hugged her close, her soft, scared whimpers vibrating on his chest. All Marron heard, all she felt, was his warm, soft voice consoling her.

"It's okay…you're okay…"

Marron sat, all soggy, wet, and red, at her normal computer in the back, and turned even redder when her purple-haired hero walked in. After a quick look around Trunks walked pass his normal seat and sat down next to Marron. She averted her eyes, her face more crimson than a ripe tomato. Trunks smiled slightly and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Marron…" he said gently. "Hey…c'mon…look at me." She looked up at his warm, blue eyes and smiled slightly. He grinned. "There we go! It's nice to see you smiling." This only made her smile more.

"Um…thank you…for getting me out."

"Its no problem; really. You're my little sister's friend. I'd feel bad if I just let you drown." Marron's face was flushed. Trunks laughed internally at the girl's embarrassment. "I can teach you how to swim, if you want."

She started, excitedly. "Really!" she said, louder and with more energy than she intended. Trunks nodded.

"Sure, why not. Friday, after school, from now on, alright?"

Marron nodded happily. "Yes! I can't wait!"

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