Orange Star High School- The Legacy Continues...
A/N: Just a quick note. This takes place at a time when Pan is in high school. Trunks, Goten, and Bra also attend Orange Star and obviously their ages have been changed. Pan- 17, Trunks- 18, Goten- 18, Bra- 16. Also, I have added a new character of my own. His name's Eraser and he's the child of Sharpner and Erasa; age 17. This is a Trunks/Pan pairing. Okay, enough of my rambling, on with the story.
Chapter 17- The War Begins
Pan slowly began sliding down in her seat for the third time that day. Just as she was about to hit the desk, a pinch from behind stopped her and she sat straight up again. She turned around to face Goten, her eyes half open and light circles under her eyes, "Thanks Goten," She whispered.
Goten nodded, "Stay awake Pan, the teacher keeps looking back here," He hissed back in reply.
"I can't," Pan mumbled, "I didn't get home until late last night."
"I offered you a ride," Goten replied in a whisper.
Pan gave a yawn, "I know, but I stayed after the dance to help clean up."
"You sure you didn't do more than that?" Goten snickered softly, "I saw you and Trunks dancing..."
"Oh shut up Goten," Pan snapped, half of her wanting to smile. She began daydreaming about the dance once again until lack of sleep fell over her and she had to fight the urge not to fall asleep. She sighed and put a hand to her chin in order to control her head from dropping down to her desk again. "Hey Goten," Pan hissed.
"What?"
"Got any sunglasses?" Pan asked.
Goten's face scrunched up into a look of confusion, "What for?"
"Do you have some or not?!" Pan snapped back.
Goten sighed and began digging through his backpack. He lowered back up and shook his head, "Don't have any," He whispered.
Quickly, Pan pulled out a piece of paper and whipped out a pen, scribbling something on the paper. Slyly, she reached back toward Goten and handed him the folded note. "Pass it to Trunks," She whispered.
Goten looked back at Pan with the same confused expression but quickly changed it when Pan narrowed her eyes at him. Making sure the teacher wasn't looking, he slid the note over to Trunks who picked it up and began reading it.
Trunks turned to Pan, wearing the same look of perplexity Goten had a while ago. Pan sighed in frustration and pointed back toward the note, mouthing, "Just do it". Trunks shrugged and reached into his backpack where he pulled out a pair of black sunglasses. He slid them over to Goten who in response slid them over to Pan.
Pan smiled as she took a hold of the sunglasses. They didn't exactly look like sunglasses a girl might wear but sunglasses were sunglasses and right now, she needed them to pull off her lately scheme. She took the glasses and slid them over her eyes, keeping her hand placed underneath her chin in order to keep her head in place. She closed her eyes and began falling asleep, smiling slightly at how something as simple as a pair of sunglasses could work to her advantage in class...
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The bell rang thirty-five minutes later, jerking Pan awake from her current slumber, "I'm awake!" She yelled loudly, jumping up from her seat as the sound of the bell made way to her ears.
The class came to a stop for a few moments to stare bizarrely at Pan. Goten, who was still behind her gathering up his things, leaned over toward her, "It's just the bell Pan," He whispered.
"I know that -now-," Pan muttered back in embarrassment, sinking back down low in her seat. She placed her hands to her eyes which were still holding Trunks' sunglasses. Quickly, she snatched them off and threw them down to her desk and remained placing her hands to her eyes, groaning as she did so.
Trunks walked over carefully, gently reaching over toward Pan's desk to take his sunglasses back. He quickly recoiled back however when Pan snapped her head up, glaring at him deeply. Trunks backed away, "Okay, okay, take them!" He put his hands up in defense. Goten shifted his backpack up, slowly walking toward the exit of the classroom. He looked back at Pan and Trunks, "Uh, I gotta go..."
"To eat?" Trunks asked with an arched eyebrow, offhandedly peering at Pan from the corner of his eye.
Goten shook his head, "Actually, no...it's, uh," He paused and shifted his backpack once more, slowly making his way out of the room, "I just gotta go, later!" He called, rushing out the door.
Trunks scratched his head in confusion then turned back toward Pan, tapping her lightly on the shoulder. "Uh Pan, are you coming? Its lunch and-"
He was cut off in the middle of his sentence when Pan snapped her head up and reached down toward her backpack in silence. She sighed as she slid out of her seat and walked next to Trunks. She shook her head, "I'm sorry, I'm just a little out of it today..." She replied slowly.
"It's alright," Trunks answered, looking downward where the cafeteria awaited them. He could smell the fumes of fresh hot food making its way toward his nostrils. He breathed in and out with a sigh and continued walking slowly next to Pan who to him, seemed to be taking the longest time getting to the cafeteria.
Pan noticed Trunks looking ahead anxiously toward the cafeteria and waved him on, "Go ahead, I'll meet you guys later."
Trunks took a step forward then stopped and looked back at Pan who gave a yawn in response. "Are you sure?" He asked.
Pan nodded weakly, another yawn escaping her. Trunks nodded back and gave a quick wave as he began taking off for the cafeteria at the speed of light. Pan shook her head and gave a little laugh then continued walking. She looked down at the hallway floor as she did then came to a stop as she seen two feet step in front of her. Pan looked up slowly only to come face to face with Angelina, her pearly white teeth shining brightly as she gave off one of her famous cheesy smiles which Pan hated.
"May I help you?" Pan asked; a hint of disgust in her tone.
Angelina gave a slight laugh and leaned casually against a random locker. "Actually Pan, you can." Her hot-pink purse dangled slowly from her arm.
Pan took her eyes off the purse and looked at Angelina, a strange look planted across her face. "With what, might I ask?"
"It's a little something I like to call, 'keep your hands off my man'," Angelina replied, her once sweet smile replaced with a look of hate.
Pan felt her eyebrow rise, "Goten?"
Angelina shifted her expression into a glare, "You know who I'm talking about!" She hissed, each word coming out like venom.
"Sorry, I don't," Pan replied, wearing a sweet innocent smile which Angelina had been wearing once before.
"-Look-," Angelina continued on, ignoring Pan's comment, "I don't care who you are or how popular you are, Trunks Briefs is -mine- and if you think otherwise, you're crazy."
"I didn't know Trunks was a thing you could possess," Pan came back casually.
Angelina took a step forward, her face close to Pan's, "You think you're so smart don't you? Well here's a little news flash you may not know about, not everyone in this school likes you!"
"Oh my gosh, I think I'm going to cry," Pan remarked, faking a cry. She rolled her eyes, "And here's a little "news flash" for you: I don't care..."
"You may not care," Angelina replied, her gum smacking loudly against her white teeth, "But I do." She paused, glaring hard at Pan, "And if you don't begin to stay away from Trunks, I will make your life a living nightmare..." Her expression changed to a smirk, "And you better believe it."
Pan rolled her eyes once more, anger and hatred building up inside her all at the same time. "Is that a threat?"
"You better believe it," Angelina repeated, swing her purse over her shoulder. She began taking off down the long stretch of hallway, looking back once more over her shoulder, a cold expression written across her face.
Pan could only watch as the brunette took off down the hallway in silence. She clutched her fists tightly together and cursed angrily, kicking a locker near by out of rage. The locker dented in slightly but at that moment, Pan didn't care. Hastily, she shifted her backpack and took off in the opposite direction of the hallway in anger.
Suddenly, a small smirk crossed Pan's lips as she continued walking. Angelina wasn't the only one who could play dirty... Pan had a couple of tricks up her sleeve too. As they said, "Two could play this game" and Pan was definitely up for the game.