Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Butterfly ❯ Forgetting ( Chapter 6 )

It was Monday and I was in a surprisingly happy mood. I walked into the form room humming Strawberry Gashes* to myself. I dropped my bag down and slid into my cold seat.

"Hey Chi."

Silence.

Maybe she just didn't hear me.

"I had a terrible weekend-"

"-You had a terrible weekend? What about what you did to Yamcha? That's just cruel," she cut me off.

Before I could question her reprimand, she got out of her seat and went to sit next to 18. I tilted my head at this odd behaviour and thought about going over to them both but decided against this as the death glares they were giving me were blinding.

All day they avoided me. Chi and 18 sat away from me, and that meant that Goku and Krillin did too. By lunch half the school `knew' about what I had apparently done to Yamcha. I was so confused, but I pushed that to the back of my mind and decided I would try and straighten this mess out at lunchtime.

I carried my lunch over to `our' table and said hi.

No response.

"Look. I don't know what you think happened but I can assure you that I-"

Chi chi glared me into silence.

"No. You listen here bitch. What you did to Yamcha was terrible. He didn't deserve that! Only a whore would cheat on their boyfriend like you did! We all now what you did at that party on Friday. How many guys was it? We consider what you did to Yamcha to effects us all and so," she paused to let it sink in, "We don't consider you our friend anymore. Don't sit with us. Don't talk to us. Just stay away from us. It would be best if you just forgot we were ever friends, because we'll forget you! Slut!"

She had said all this loud enough so that the whole canteen heard. The silence in there was deafening.

Suddenly the silence was broken by someone near the back of the Dining room shouting insults at me. Soon enough the everyone in their were saying things.

"Bitch!"

"Whore!"

"Wench."

"Slut!"

The list of endless insults carried off into eternity. If the school had mobbed up on anyone else I would have found the inventiveness of the school amusing. But it was aimed at me and each one stung. I grabbed my lunch tray and started to walk out of hell, but they didn't stop and I broke into a run.

I walked to the back of the school with tears streaming down my pale face. What was I supposed to have done? Then suddenly BUMP. I fell backwards.

"Oh. Hi Bulma."

It was Hope. She offered me a hand up, which I instantly took.

"Interesting rumour I've heard today."

"Oh."

"Don't panic. I know it's a load of bullshit. I was there, or were you too pissed out of your head to remember?"

I laughed. Here was someone who wasn't judging me on what she had heard.

"You want to come sit with me and my group?" Hope offered me. I nodded.

"Just a word of warning. Seeing as we have the afternoon off, we're kind of getting high and stuff so you don't have to join in but no one's going to care if you do. Ok?"

I thought about it for a minute. It sounded to be an attractive way of wasting my afternoon.

We rounded the corner and I was faced with a small group of four people. They were sitting on some steps smoking something that I could smell from a few metres away. We approached them quickly and Hope made sure no one saw us go round there, as it was a restricted area. I sat myself down on the rail and said hi. I was answered with a chorus of slightly too happy his.

Hope held me out a spliff and I hesitated.

Should I? What would the others think? Oh. Hold on. There are no others anymore and I'll do as I damn please.

My hand flashed out and I put it to my mouth with a deep breath I took a puff. Someone offered me a bottle of some shit and I took it gratefully.

"And there's more of that to come," said one of the guys.

In a matter of minutes, I was out of my head.