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Deceive Me NotChapter 6: DON'T CALL ME BABY!
"Darling, you look absolutely dazzling," Marron gushed at her reflection after her haircut had been finished.
Pan smiled wistfully. She got to hand it to her, her new haircut looks terrific on her, if she say so herself. Her new hair now consists of many layers of locks framing her face, some curling inward her face, the others curling outward and it suited her little face well.
She didn't really plan to get a new haircut, but when Marron, her good friend from college, dragged her inside the beauty salon, she relented. She hadn't gotten her hair cut for months, anyway.
Besides, she wanted to surprise Trunks.
She had been really nervous around him during their first date because he was so gorgeous and charming that she talked all night.
Hell, she didn't want him to think that she's such a chatterbox, but she was really so nervous, she talked non-stop, especially when he was about to kiss her.
She was so disappointed when he didn't kiss her that she hadn't been able to sleep well that night. She tossed and turned all night, dreaming of his lips on her that when morning came, she had the worst migraine she ever had.
Would someone blame her when she didn't call the blasted guy that day?
She planned to sleep all day but Marron called her late in the afternoon asking her out. She didn't want to, but she realized she hasn't done her grocery yet, so she agreed to meet her at the mall.
And three hours later, after doing her grocery, she had a new haircut that made her feel more beautiful than she'd ever experienced. The hairstylist even dyed the locks framing her face with dark brown, making her look more sophisticated.
Oh, how she love Marron.
"What do you think Pan?" Maron asked and smiled when Pan grinned at her.
"I love it."
"Thought so. Now, come on, I'm getting hungry, let's eat our dinner before we go shopping," she urged and almost dragged Pan outside the salon.
"Could you please slow down? These shopping bags aren't exactly light. Besides, I'm tired. Haven't you finished shopping yet? You've got a number of shopping bags with you already," Pan grumbled as she followed her friend who stopped walking only to tap her foot impatiently.
"If you had just listened to me and just phone for your grocery like I always do, you wouldn't have to carry those heavy grocery bags," she lectured.
"Well, I love doing my grocery," Pan countered and laughed when Marron rolled her eyes.
"Suit yourself," she said then turned around and began walking, not even bothering to help Pan.
Pan sighed deeply and, "Hey, wait – ouch!"
The next thing she knew, she was on her butt, Marron looking at her worriedly. "Are you alright, Pan?"
"I'm so sorry, mis-"
"Why don't you watch – Trunks!"
She was so surprised to see him there, she didn't bother to get up. She was so busy staring at him when Marron elbowed him, "Please, get out of the way. Are you alright, Pan? Can you stand?"
Pan blinked, as if waking up from a trance and, "yeah, I think so," she said while trying to stand up.
"Here, let me help you," Trunks said, putting her arms around his shoulders and lifting her up. "I'm so sorry, I didn't see you coming."
"That's alright," Pan said meekly, not looking at him. Instead, she fixed her gaze on Marron.
"Here's your grocery bags," she said, and when Pan started to reach for it, Trunks beat her into it.
"Trunks, you don't have to –"
"It's nothing, really," he said, softly.
"All right," Marron said, exasperated, "Can someone please tell me what's going on?"
Pan blushed at Marron's accusing gaze on her, "Uh, Marron, I want you to meet Trunks. I met him somewhere here."
Trunks extended a hand. "Pleased to meet you."
"Now I know why Pan's so hard to contact. She's with a man," Marron said and shook his hand.
"Marron!" Pan gasped, scandalized at what she implied with those words. She's not really an old-fashioned virgin, in fact, she would have welcomed her friend's teasing if Trunks really is her boyfriend. But, for god's sake, they were just on a masquerade.
"Oh, don't act so innocent. You haven't been a virgin for years," Marron said frankly, not really caring if they were in the middle of the mall, with many people passing by.
Trunks laughed at that. "I didn't know that," he said, earning him a whack on the head. "Hey!"
He was quite surprised when Pan looked at them coldly, "Well, if you're through discussing my sex life and laughing at me as if I'm not here, I'll go ahead. Give me my grocery bags."
"Oh, come on, Panny –"
But Pan didn't hear Marron out. Instead, she turned around when he didn't give it to her, began walking away very fast, Trunks and Marron had to run to catch up to her.
When the two finally caught with her, Trunks put his free arm around her shoulders. "There's nothing wrong with not being a virgin, baby."
"But that doesn't mean you can make fun of it and discuss it for the whole world to know," Pan said stiffly.
Trunks sighed. "Alright, I apologize, baby," he whispered in her ears, forgetting that Marron was with them.
"Why do you keep on calling me your baby? I am not your baby!" Pan said angrily and glared at him.
Trunks would have retorted but Marron cleared her throat loudly. "Well, I realize now that three's a crowd. I better get going now. I'll see you around, guys."
"No, please, we would appreciate your company," Trunks said, because it was the gallant thing to do – though he didn't want to. And though he kind of like Pan's friend because she didn't try to seduce him, he wanted more to be alone with Pan.
"Yeah, don't leave me with this buffoon," Pan said stiffly.
Marron sighed. She ought to leave the couple alone, they certainly needed their privacy, but she didn't want to cross Pan. Lord knows how scary she becomes when she's mad, she shuddered just thinking of what she might do to her.
"Alright, but if you two act lovey-dovey again, I'll lock you in a room and go home," she said.
Trunks smiled. "Deal!"
"What do you mean 'act lovey-dovey'?" Pan asked Marron as Trunks urged her to walk forward. They've been standing in that place for about ten minutes and people were starting to look at them curiously.
"The way you, two, are acting ever since you bumped in each other," Marron drawled out in a singsong voice.
Pan turned to look at Trunks, "do we act lovey-dovey towards each other?"
"I haven't kissed you yet, have I?" Trunks teased.
"The moment you put your lips on mine, I'll have your head on a platter," she threatened and Trunks only smiled at her.
Irritated, she turned to Marron, "we haven't been acting lovey-dovey towards each other," she declared.
Marron only arched an eyebrow at her because that moment, Trunks still had his arms around her shoulders as they continued walking.
Pan immediately realized this and turned to Trunks, "Can you please remove your arms around my shoulders?"
"Sure," Trunks said cheerfully.
"Thank you," she said sarcastically, but Trunks put his arms around her waist.
Marron burst out laughing and Pan, incredulous, looked at Trunks with all the hatred she could possess. "Of all the –"
Trunks kissed her quickly on the lips that was over and done with before she could react, she was quite disappointed.
Is she really that unattractive that she couldn't get this man to kiss her long enough for her toe to tingle?
"That's it. I really am leaving," Marron announced and started walking away but Pan grabbed her arm.
"You can't leave me here," Pan pleaded. She didn't know if she could stand Trunks long enough to spare his life. He was so playful, she could really kill him now.
Marron looked at Trunks then looked at her friend, "He can't keep his hands off you, Panny. You two should try getting a room," she said before sauntering away.
Pan stood there, rooted on the spot, looking at Marron's retreating figure until she disappeared in the crowd, then turned to look at Trunks.
The jerk was smiling at her.
"You did that on purpose!" Pan yelled, looking at him accusingly.
"Hmm?"
"You did that on purpose so Marron would leave," Pan clarified impatiently and almost strangled him when his smile widened.
"So sue me."
"God, now I'm stuck here with you," she muttered.
"Was it so bad of me to be selfish that I want your whole attention on me?" he asked huskily in her ear, she shivered.
"I'm the one who's supposed to be seducing you, not the other way around," she said flatly, though her heart started beating wildly.
"Why, are you falling for my seduction?" he asked in the same husky voice.
Pan poked him on the chest – hard. "You really are incorrigible!"
"Hey, you're supposed to be seducing me. But I am nowhere near getting seduced," Trunks whined as he rubbed his chest, hoping to ease the pain from Pan's poking.
"So sue me," Pan retorted smartly and smirked at him.
She was looking so damned sexy smirking like that, Trunks kissed her again before he could stop himself. He would have wanted to prolong the kiss, use his tongue and open her mouth, but the thought of being throttled to death by this woman prompted him to pull away from her before the kiss got intense.
"You look beautiful in that new haircut," he whispered.
"Thank you," Pan whispered back, still looking dazed from the kiss.
"How about dinner, baby?" he asked, still huskily.
The passion and glazed look instantly died in her eyes. She hated being called 'baby' more than anything in the world. Her daddy calls her that when he wanted to say that she's acting immature and childish for her age. She turned to glare at Trunks.
Good thing the man was quite astute that he raised his free hand in mock surrender.
"Alright, I'm not going to call you 'baby' ever again," he said, then, "So? I know it isn't part of your agenda but I'm getting hungry and –"
"I wanna go home," Pan said and pouted her lips.
Trunks looked at her naughtily. "What do you have in mind? A little hanky-panky after dinner?" he asked and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
She looked at him disgustedly and walked away, Trunks following closely behind her, "You truly are hopeless. Is that all you can think about?"
"Only with a woman as pretty as you are," Trunks replied smartly and smiled broadly at her when she turned to him.
"You are the most disgusting person I've ever met," Pan said and shook her head, a smile appearing on her face. No matter how disgustingly flirtatious Trunks was, he had a way of making his compliments sound sincere.
"Aren't you glad you've finally seduced me that I want you in my bed?" he asked, trying to look confused.
Pan laughed at that. "No. On the contrary, you're the one who's trying to seduce me by getting me to your bed. Well, I'm so sorry, mister, I'm already engaged."
Yes, you are. To me, Trunks can't help but think as he rolled his eyes exaggeratedly.
"So, are you going to take me home?" Pan asked sweetly.
"Are you sure you don't want to eat first?"
"I'm tired, Trunks," Pan whined and pouted her lips like a sulky child.
Trunks had the gall to laugh. "I've never heard of a woman getting tired of shopping," he said, his eyes twinkling in amusement.
Pan glared at him. "That has to be the most chauvinistic thing I've ever heard."
"Then I should introduce you to Goten," Trunks said in a mocking tone.
"The one who harassed me? Are you making fun of me?"
"I would never do that."
But the tone in his voice suggested otherwise that Pan threw her hands in exasperation. "Why am I being punished by being stuck with you?"
"Beats me. Let's go get something to eat?"
"I told you I want to go home. I'm really tired, Trunks," she said seriously, then, "I haven't slept well last night."
"Why? Thinking of me – ow!" he yelped when she hit his arm. "Alright, I'll take you home."
"That's very sweet of you, really," It was Pan's turn to mock him, he only glared a her as he shifted the grocery bag to his other hand and put his arms around her shoulders again.
He almost sighed in relief when she didn't protest in fact, she moved closer to him.
"You owe me a box of pizza when I get you home. I really am hungry, Pan," he mumbled to her and she only smiled at him mockingly.
"I'm not kidding, Panny," he said in a warning voice.
"Don't call me Panny," Pan said stiffly at him, he was suddenly confused with her change of mood.
"Why not? Marron called you Panny a while ago and you didn't object," he said, truly confused.
"Marron is my friend," she said and looked incredulous when Trunks's smile appeared. He should feel insulted, not delighted.
"Shouldn't you feel insulted?" Pan asked. She had just implied that he isn't her friend, then why the hell is he smiling?
"Why should I? So, only your friends are allowed to call you Panny. What do you prefer your lover call you?" he asked, once again mocking her.
Really, talking to this man was so illogical, she threw him a disgusted look, but she let it pass because she knew Trunks would make fun of her again.
"Are you really hungry, Trunks?" she asked, instead.
"Starving," he answered quickly.
"Why don't I just cook for you when we get to my place?" she suggested and smiled when Trunks's face lit up.
"You cook?"
She laughed. "Sure. You just have to put up with what would come out of it."
"Sure. I can put up with everything you have to offer, baby," he said huskily.
The next thing he knew, he was once again rubbing his stomach where Pan had poked him hard – again.
He can't seem to remember not to call her his baby.
Author's Note: Another fun date for our couple, don't you think? And, hmm, let's see, our Pan is starting to like our man, huh? Nice. Next chapter in a few…
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