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Before I move on, I'd like to point out that (probably because I posted chapters 11 and 12 so close together, with only 1 day separating them) a lot of people seem to have skipped Chapter 11 (my "hits" page shows about 80 hits for chapters 9, 10, and 12, but only about 60 for chapter 11). So if you missed it, be sure to go back and check it out! Thank you!
Begin Part III.
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Trunks abruptly pulls away. "Goten..."
"Yes?" I reply with a smile.
"Wh...what are you doing?"
"Oh, Trunks, it's okay," I whisper. "I love you, too!"
He backs away a little and almost yells, "What are you talking about?"
"You don't have to play stupid, Trunks. I know those roses were from you. It's okay...," I say, inching closer. "It's okay..., I love you, too."
"Goten, seriously," he says getting up. "I don't know what you mean."
I stand up and, as if talking to a child, I point at my nose and say "I," point to his nose and say "am your," hold the finger I pointed with over my mouth, "secret," and finally, extending my arms to wrap around his shoulders, finish with the word "crush!"
He sits back down, dodging my embrace. "Goten,... oh, Goten."
"Yes?" I reply with the same smile.
"Goten... I don't know if this is a joke or something, but I don't think it is. I'm sorry, but I'm just,... I'm not attracted to you."
I cock an eyebrow.
"To guys in general," he continues. "I'm straight."
"Trunks, you know I don't think any less of you if you like me. I've already told you I like you."
"Goten, listen. I didn't want to tell you this, but my secret crush is..."
"Me. I know, Trunks, I..." I interrupt.
"Pan," he finishes.
My eyes widen. "What?" I scream. "Pan?"
He nods slowly.
"But why the...," I back away, when something hits me. "But... wait! The stationery!"
"Stationery?"
"The note that came with the roses! It's from Capsule Corp.!"
"What?"
"It came from Capsule Corp.! You have to have written it."
"I...I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about, Goten."
"Stop it, Trunks!" I say, sitting down as I am suddenly overcome by a dizzy spell. "This isn't funny. You sent me those roses, and that cute but cheesy poem. You love me, Trunks. ... Don't you?"
"I do love you, Goten," he responds, "but in a purely platonic sense."
"Trunks," I begin as hot tears stream down my cheeks. I cover my face with my hand, muting "Oh my God, oh my God..."
After about twenty seconds of silence, Trunks stands up again.
"Listen, I'm going to take you back to your dorm now, all right?"
I sniffle and rub my nose, and then nod, covering my face again.
I can't believe it.
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The ride home is silent, without so much as a "goodbye," when he drops me off. I run up to my room, cheeks still stained red from tears, and open the door. Yamato is, unusually, sitting up and lying against the back wall. I walk in without saying anything, get into my bed and turn toward the wall.
"Hey, Goten?" Yamato begins.
"What?" I ask, forgetting manners, and not turning my gaze away from the wall.
"You look like you've been crying, are you all right?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Where were you just now?"
"None of your fucking business!" I scream back.
"Whoa," Yamato replies. He's right to be surprised; that's the first time I've raised my voice around him. "What's up your ass?"
"Nothing."
"Oh, is that the problem?" Yamato chuckles.
I finally turn around, allowing him to see my puffy, red eyes.
"It's problems with that purple-headed guy," he continues, "isn't it?"
"How did you know?"
"What happened?"
"I... I kissed him."
"Oh, Goten, Goten, Goten..." he says in a disappointed voice as he picks himself up and begins to pace around the room. "What were you thinking? That he was going to kiss you back? Say that he likes you too, sweep you off your feet and you would live happily ever after in his dorm, fucking each other's brains out? Goten, it doesn't work like that. He. Is. Straight."
"I know...," I nod shamefully.
"Even I know my limits. There's only so far you can push someone, and I think it's pretty obvious that Trunks is unbudgingly heterosexual. I don't know how you could be attracted to someone like him, anyway."
"Shut up!" I say, once again defensively as tears begin to form in my eyes again. "You don't even know him!"
"I don't even mean his personality! I mean a straight guy. Someone who is not mentally, physically, or spiritually capable of loving you back. How could you choose to like someone like that?"
I sniffle. "You can't help who you love."
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The next day, Trunks and I have class together. There is no seating chart, but Trunks and I sit in the back corner every day anyway. I can't wait to see him again. I need to apologize. After thinking about what Yamato said, he's absolutely right, and I'm over my attraction to him.
Trunks walks in and takes a seat on the second-to-frontmost row. What? Come back, Trunks.
Well, who cares, right? Right. I'm not attracted to him anyway.
But he's my friend, and that's why I want him to sit next to me.
I hope he's not mad at me. Although he has every right to be.
Damn, do we need to sort some shit out or what. I need to catch him after class. We'll eat lunch together.
Why is he sitting way over there, anyway? He's avoiding me, isn't he?
Stupid-ass college crushes.
Well, it'll be all right. I got invited to Bra's birthday party this morning for Friday night, and so I'll at least be able to corner him then and straighten everything out.
But I guess until then, I won't talk to him because he's acting so weird. During lunch wouldn't be a good time to talk, after all, since we'll certainly be there with a lot of people. And I'm not going to call him; he's the one being weird. He needs to approach me. Except at the party.
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I hear several shrill beeps and roll over, looking at the alarm clock. 6:48.
"Oh, shit! The party's at 7:30! And I'm going to have to walk, too... I can't ask Trunks for a ride. What do I wear, what do I wear? Oh, who cares, it's just a birthday party, right?" I say, frantically sifting through my closet.
I stop for a second on a familiar shirt with "CC" on the front: the shirt that Trunks had left me, freshly washed. I pull it off its hanger and throw it on my bed. I then decide on a plain red T-shirt and blue jeans. I grab the other articles of clothing he had lent me, as well, and put them in a small gray bag, which I've had since ninth grade, and which I also notice has the "CC" logo on it. As I get dressed, I think to myself, "This is the perfect thing for me to get my foot in the door. I can then sit him down and apologize."
I leave my dorm, swinging the gray bag around on its long strap, and make my way to the Capsule Corp. building.
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I knock hesitantly on the door that I know is the correct one, but the lights are all out and there is no music. I look at my cellphone to check the time, 7:36, and then scroll down the list of numbers to choose to call Bra. I'm certainly not too late, and I doubt I'm too early.
Suddenly the door opens, and the familiar green-headed girl's face lights up. "Goten!"
"Happy birthday, Bra!" I say as she opens the door entirely. I look to see that she's only wearing a white shirt and a hot pink skirt with stockings. That is, nothing too formal.
"Thank you, Goten! Party's up in my room, but drinks are in the kitchen. Get yourself some shots."
"All right," I say, resting the gray bag by the door and immediately making my way to the kitchen and looking in the fridge, noticing the tray of shots. I take one and down it quickly, shaking off the slight burning sensation.
And another.
And one more.
I then walk up the stairs, slowly, mind you, and into the bathroom. I turn on the light and look in the mirror, and then turn the light back off, realizing that that was not Bra's room.
On my second try, however, I walk into the correct room, though dimly lit, and see Bra sitting on her bed as Pan and Haku sit across the room on a bench, making out.
Bra's eyes light up as she pats a place on her bed, begging me to sit next to her. I comply. After all, she's the birthday girl.
"Hey, Bra."
"Hey, Goten!" she says, smiling uncontrollably.
"How has your birthday been?"
"Oh, great! I'm eighteen now," she says, grin still growing.
"Aw, that's great," I say, pinching her cheek playfully as she carelessly slaps it away.
"Yep, it is," she replies.
"Hey, where's Trunks?"
"Uhh... he's not here... like I'm going to invite my brother to my birthday party!" she laughs.
I look back over to Haku and Pan, who finish their activity, when it actually hits me that they have been making out in the corner since I walked in.
Wait a second, Trunks likes Pan. Oh, shit. I have to tell Trunks. But later. Right now, Bra's party.
While I'm thinking about this, Haku is saying something, but I'm not really paying attention.
"That's SO funny!" Bra laughs, casually resting her hand on my leg in the process and cocking an eyebrow in his direction.
"Well," Haku says, standing. "It's been fun, but Pan and I have to go. Good to see you, Goten, and happy birthday, Bra!"
"Bye," Bra says, "Thanks for coming!"
Pan follows Haku out the door as I notice that we didn't say a single word to each other.
As soon as the door shuts, Bra immediately turns to me. "So, Goten," she says in a notably deeper, more mature tone, "Did you get the flowers?"
My eyes widen.
Of course.
Bra sent them. Why didn't I think of that?
She places a small kiss on my cheek.
"Bra... I..."
Another, on the opposite cheek. She also begins to slowly run her fingertips against the denim of my jeans, along the thigh.
"Yes?" she responds smoothly.
"I... uh... I... Thank you for the flowers."
I love them. I'm so happy that you love me, Bra.
Her eyes light up, every bit as blue as Trunks's.
"Of course," she says, completing the set of kisses with a third, on the lips, deeper than the others, with her tongue playfully flicking across my lips as I oblige her clear desire and reciprocate.
We release each other simultaneously and I run my fingers down her smooth torso and fill the silence with the only thing I can think to say.
"I love you," I whisper.
Bra's face becomes tinged with pink as her eyes fill with unshed tears. She screams, "Oh, Goten, I love you, too! From the second I saw you,... I was in love."
We kiss again, forcefully, to the extent that it almost bruises my lips, her pushing me against the bed, breaking apart only long enough for her shirt to be pulled off and thrown to the ground. I slip my hand under the cup of her white lace lingerie as she explores underneath my shirt and caresses my abs and waist. My other hand trails up the soft skin of her back, finding and unhooking the support, exposing her breasts. She then pulls my shirt off entirely as I raise my head to kiss her rosy-colored nipple, flicking it with my tongue until it becomes rigid, and she moves her hands down, slowly stroking the area where she had started, but this time casually brushing against my now-apparent arousal. Although we are still making out, I sense a smile creeping across her lips as she finds and opens the button of my jeans and slowly lowers the zipper.
I feel my face begin to heat up as she wraps her hand around the shaft of my erection and begins to carefully rub against the skin with her fingers. I lie back as she begins to speed up. Looking into my half-lidded eyes as she gradually lowers herself, until I feel warm breaths against the head of my erection, she takes the length into her mouth, slickening the skin and causing me an intense amount of pleasure. I thrust my hips as she continues, and as I release, I scream the only thing I can think to scream.
"Oh! Oh... Trunks!"
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I just fucked up.
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Bra's blue eyes grow large and turn a stormy shade of navy.
There she is, lying on top of me with my dick in her mouth, my cum in her throat and on her face, and I just screamed the name of her brother at climax.
She stands up, still in awe and with a bit of semen still trailing down the corner of her mouth and covering the nipples of her breasts with her arms. She wipes it off and spits on the floor. "Get. Out," she says, clearly angrily, almost as if trying to restrain herself.
"Bra,..." I look up to her, "I'm sor--"
"GET OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!"
I immediately stand up and grab my shirt. As I leave the room, Bra sits back down on the bed. I close the door behind me and can hear from inside, sobbing, "He said he loved me... he said..."
I run down the stairs, grabbing the gray bag as I leave.
I'm a horrible, horrible person.
I walk home, letting my thoughts eat away at me. How can I live with myself after doing something like that? Poor Bra. I mean, ...
I hear an engine running to my left, and without looking I can tell it has slowed to meet my pace. I look away, but after following me for a few steps, I hear the window whir as it rolls down.
"Hop in, 'Ten."
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