Wowie. You all are sooooooo happy due to the last chapters. Thanx for all the reviews!
Muffy: Bulma is younger than Vegeta. He was asking her if he could get a ride home with her cause her mom/dad (I dunno) is picking her up.
Remember, ppl. These kids are still in jr. high (but I'm going into high school! Yippee!!!). They're still in grade 7.
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Bulma arrives at school happier than I've ever seen her before.
"I guess you're happy that you get to keep your best friend who's a guy, right?" I ask.
"Chi," she starts, putting her arm around my shoulder as if to explain something. "I'm happy that he's not going out with the bitch anymore," she explains, as if there's a huge difference between the two scenarios.
I roll my eyes. "Okay, Bulma. Let me correct myself. I guess you're happy that your best friend who's a guy isn't going out with someone you detest, right?" I say. Bulma nods.
"Right." We both laugh.
"You both seem happy today," 18 says, coming up from behind us.
I turn around toward her. "How do you always do that?" I ask.
"What? Do what?" she asks, frowning and looking concerned.
"You just pop up behind us!" I exclaim, wailing my arms to and fro. "And it's like you know everything! I think you planned the whole thing with Vegeta last night," I accuse.
"You guys never bother to look behind you, thank you for pointing out my brilliance, and yes, I did plan the whole thing out with Vegeta," she answers.
"Yea, I guess your right," I say, nodding my head.
"Well, we gotta get to homeroom. We've only got two minutes left," Bulma says.
"Yah, and how many seconds? You could have just said five," 18 says.
"Well that would be over-exaggerating!" Bulma exclaims, disturbed by the thought of lying about such things. I roll my eyes and I'm off to homeroom.
"Cya at lunch!" Bulma calls after me.
"No, lunch is after fourth today. It's after third tomorrow. I'll cya in fourth!" I correct her. She gives me thumbs up and enters her class.
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I enter the class, where Mr. Namek is gripping the whip, watching the clock.
"Shit! I've got like, five seconds!" I bolt to my desk and charge into it, almost tipping it over into Vegeta's.
"You are so lucky you got here on time," Vegeta hums to me.
"Oh? It's not like you've never been late before," I point out.
"Yea, well Mr. Namek is looking for an excuse to whip someone's ass, regardless of the numerous Child Laws issued a while ago," he says. I narrow my eyes at him.
"Why do you do that?" I ask. He turns toward me.
"Do what?" he asks, frowning like 18 did.
"Whenever you say something to me, you don't look at me. You look straight ahead, like you don't want people to know you're talking to me," I point out.
He snorts. "I don't do that," he says, turning back toward the front of the class.
"Then why did you have to turn your head towards me when I asked 'Why do you do that?'"
"What are you talking about? I never did that!" he exclaims, turning back to me.
"Actually, you do do that, Vegeta," Goku points out, trying to stop the little quarrel.
"Shut up, Kakarot!" Vegeta snarls, not liking to lose.
"All three of you shut up!" Mr. Namek yells, cracking the whip on the desk. We both jump back into place.
"That's better. Now, Alton, Dave."
"Here!"
"Briefs, Bulma!"
"Here!" I call out dully.
He continues to call out roll as Vegeta, Goku, and I talk about meaningless things.
"Vegeta?" I ask, waving my hand in front of his face after he stuck his tongue out at someone. I turn to the person he shot the gesture out and saw a sneering Jesse. She sneers at me and then turns back around.
"Bitch," Vegeta mutters.
I nod my head in agreement and we go back to talking, Goku and Vegeta claiming they're here when Mr. Namek comes to their names.
The bell rings and we all go to our 1st period class. Vegeta and I bid goodbye to Goku and then march towards our S.S. class.
"This is going to be a loooong day," I tell myself.
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"You only get to see Yamcha at lunch and in 2nd period!" Chi exclaims after I tell her I only get to see Yamcha twice.
"Well, you're going to have to buy a tighter leash for your boyfriend," 18 says, coming up from behind me and sitting down.
Ignoring the fact that she did exactly what Chi says she does, I ask, "What do you mean?"
"I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you, but your boyfriend is a total playboy," 18 says. "He was flirting with every single girl in P.E."
I frown. "Damn. He was so cute, too," I say. Chi nods in agreement and sympathy.
"I don't even want to know who the hell you guys are talking about," Vegeta mutters, sitting down across from me.
"I'm going to dump Yamcha," I say casually.
"Good," Vegeta says, smiling.
"Why are you so happy about me dumping Yamcha?" I ask.
"About what now?" Yamcha asks, coming up from behind me.
"Bulma, you mean… it's over?" he asks.
"Yep," I say. "My friends caught you in the act."
He drops his tray. "Act? C'mon Bulma, I was just flirting!" he whines.
"Uh, Yamcha, the whole point of having a relationship is only liking one person, and if by some unlucky chance you like both, you have to chose," I explain. "And besides, it's only jr. high. Who knows what will happen in high school."
Yamcha walks away, shocked. (A/N: Weren't expecting that, were you?)
I turn around to see a pissed Vegeta.
"What's with you?" I ask.
"I hate the son of a bitch!" he exclaims. "Whenever he's around it just makes my blood boil!"
"Why?" I ask.
"I dunno!" he exclaims. "I don't trust him. He's going to do something one day…"
"Well," I say. "Then I'll have to make sure my Big Bro is around when that time comes!" I joke. We all smile; trying to lighten the dark mood Vegeta had created.
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"Ah, shit!" I mutter, getting ready to get on the bus. "I forgot that'd I'd have to put up with the bitch for the rest of the year."
I get on to see that Jesse is talking to the bus driver.
"Yes, I hate her, she hates me, and we're all a big hating family!" I mutter, noticing Jesse is trying to get a change of seat.
"Nope!" the bus driver says, cackling. Jesse flops down next to me, defeated.
"I have an idea," she says. "But your not going to like it. If you do this, then we'll never have to sit by each other again!"
I raise an eyebrow, ready to do anything to get away from her the next year and a half. Especially now that I know she's a psychotic bitch.
"Just remember, if you do one big thing now, it will affect us for the rest of the year," Jesse says.
"Fine, fine, what is it?" I ask.
"You have to make out with me," she says, recoiling back, ready for the blast of my yell. She was smart to do so.
"WHAT!!!??????" I roar. "I WILL NEVER, IN MY LIFE!!!!"
"Shhhh, be quiet!" she says. "Just do it and we'll never have to sit next to each other again!"
She grabs my face and pulls me into a disgusting, long lasting, make-me-want-to-barf kiss. The bus driver slams on the brake, making us break the kiss. I struggle to get away.
She marches up to us.
"Is there a problem?" Jesse asks, leaning against me and pulling me into a hug. I try my best to put a smile on.
"You, move there!" she says, pointing Jesse to the back of the bus. "And you! Move here!" she orders a meek boy. As soon as she starts driving again, I spit out the window, wipe my mouth, take a tissue out and wipe my tongue, and try to stop myself from vomiting.
As soon as I get home, I'm brushing, flossing, and washing.
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LOL. I just had to put that in there. I'm sorry! I just had to! Please review.