Okay, new story called Princes Don't Exist. This is a more high school type of fluff, soon I'm going to write one based off one of my favorite books-maybe not :P- and if anyone has a couple in mind, or some sort of idea to write next, be my guest, I'd love to give you credit and situate it into this story. Anyways, usual couples, since they're THE BEST! KoriXRichard, KoriXRichard, KoriXRichard!
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans, Batman, Justice League, or anything that is obviously owned by DC Comics. Damn, I LOVE DC COMICS and well, if you didn't, you wouldn't be typing/reading anything related to Teen Titans now, would you?
Kori swallowed, wishing she was back in Jump City high, not that she had a chance to make friends there. But no, her dad just had to relocate. Luckily, this had a three-year commitment contract, so there wasn't going to be any moving anytime soon. Plus, the money was really good. In-the-three-digit- numbers good. As she collected her things from the trunk, her dad came out and gave her a quick side hug.
"Good luck, sweetie. And listen, I know this is hard but I really think this is it, and I can't escape from this anyways, not after signing the contract. Besides, I know you'll make a number of friends."
"Dad, I'm not worried about making friends," Kori said truthfully, meeting her dad's emerald green eyes-just like her own-," I'm worried about you."
"What are you-"
"Ever since mom died three years ago, you've been pushing Koma, Ryan and me around all over the place, unwilling to just settle down. It's killing you, and you know it."
"Sweetie, I'm just trying to get you and your siblings to a place where I feel comfortable to let you go."
"Dad…" Kori gave him a warning glare, telling him she knew he was lying," Koma and I are getting along for a reason, and that only reason is to do our best to keep the weight off your shoulders. But if you can't get over what happened then we'll never be happy."
The bell rang and Kori sighed, putting on her backpack and said," We all loved mom, and we all miss her, but that doesn't give us a reason to keep moving around, as if trying to running away from death. Both you and I know that's what you're doing, so just stop. We're all here in this moment, and frankly, that's all that matters. No one can run away from death, not even you," Kori gave him a quick peck on the cheek," I love you dad, we all do. Just relax."
Kori walked away and into the school, but not before looking out the window, watching her dad, hunch backed, driving away slowly. She hated lecturing him about mom but she had to. It was her responsibility, along with Koma's and Ryan's, to make him see. She made it to the attendance office and quickly pulled out her registration forms in front of Mrs. Johnson, an elderly lady with ladybug earrings and wide blue eyes.
"Hello there, dearie, you must be Miss. Anders."
"Ah, yes," Kori said, handing her things over. Mrs. Johnson quickly typed things up on her computer and said," You'll just love it here at Gotham. There's plenty of nice people to meet, and many different classes to take."
Kori chuckled and said," When I saw the variety of AP classes, I nearly ripped my hair out. All of them were so great, and I could only choose five to fit my schedule."
"Well, it's nice to have such a bright young student. Oh, it'll just take a few seconds to print out your school ID. It was smart to ask your school to send your school picture over to us."
"I didn't want to go through the torture of taking the picture again," Kori replied.
"Why? You're gorgeous," Mrs. Johnson gushed. Kori blushed and thanked her.
"Alrighty then, here's your ID and schedule. The library is down the hall past the 500 hallway and up the stairs. Your locker number is on your schedule, and I took the liberty to give you an excused pass to 1st period should you have time to get there, and I printed you out the school time schedule and map."
"Thanks so much," Kori said truthfully.
"Before you go. If you plan on signing up for any ROP classes or for a school parking spot, you have two weeks before all the spots are taken."
"Do seniors get first pick?"
"Oh no," Mrs. Johnson laughed," There's so many students, and this class is so big that most of the time that back parking lot is three-quarters empty. Plenty of spots in the front too. But you still need the official sticker."
"Okay. Thank you."
Kori left and made her way to the library to pick up her books when a young man ran right past her, his green hair standing out and his limb body nearly slamming into the double doors. He pulled and pulled.
"Push," Kori offered.
"Oh right! Thanks, dude!" He said, giving her a quick look, then stopped and faced her completely," Ugh, I mean, dudette."
"No problem," she smiled.
"Hey, you new here?"
"Um, shouldn't you get to class? You looked frantic there a bit."
"Ya! 'Course! Hey, you should look for me in the cafeteria at lunch! You can meet my buds!"
"Sure," Kori laughed.
"I'm Gar, by the way," he said, pushing open the door.
"Kori."
"Great, see you later then, Kori. Don't forget! Cafeteria at lunch!" he called out, running backwards down the hall. She gave him a small wave and walked up the stairs, chuckling to herself.
The library was extensive and it made her gasp. The public and school libraries at Jump City weren't as wide-ranging as this. Kori moved past the student tables, half full with those without first periods and stopped by the counter. A young woman, about twenty-five, looked up at her and smiled.
"Yes?"
"Um, I'm new here and-"
"Ah yes, Mrs. Johnson called and said you'd be coming up. What do you need?"
Kori looked down at her schedule and said," I need AP Chemistry, AP Calculus, AP Language/Composition, AP Psychology, and AP US History books, along with Fairy Tales Studies, please."
"Well well," she said, retrieving the books from the back," That's quite a lot of studying you're doing as a junior."
"Ya, I know, but it gives me something to do."
"Hehe, at last you took Fairy Tale Studies as a brain rejuvenator."
"That and basketball," Kori added, smiling as she took the books, stuffing three into her purple and white tote bag, then carrying the other two heavier ones to her locker, near the 1000 building.
"Why the hell are there 3000 hallways?" Kori huffed, putting her books away, then making her way, finally, to her first class- AP Chemistry.
"Well, if it isn't the new student," Mr. Stanetti said, his arms crossed," And why are you late?"
"I had to get my books and schedule. I have a pass from Mrs. Johnson," Kori said, handing it to him. She glanced back at the students as he went through his roster, mumbling, and gulped as she found all their eyes were on her.
"Very well then, Miss. Anders. For future reference, if you're ever late to my class again, even with a pass, I will mark you tardy. Ah, speaking of tardiness, here in Gotham High, teachers are given the liberty to chose how many a student is allowed, and what they punishment is. In this class, no person is allowed even one excused tardy and I don't care for your reasons, or you get a detention. Two, and you get an office referral, and you can figure out the rest, yes?"
"Sure, but, I have one question," Kori asked, frustrated by the idiocy of her teacher," What if I was in a car accident because of some drunk moron, and was bleeding, had several broken bones, and was coming in and out of unconsciousness, would you then mark me tardy?"
"Are you being a smart-aleck, Miss. Anders?"
"No, I'm just wondering how long you had to think about your decision to that rule, considering you are an AP teacher and all. Oh, and does that rule apply to you as well, since you mentioned that any person is not allowed an excused tardy?"
A few people wooted and laughed, but Kori rolled her eyes. She wasn't doing it for attention; she just hated stupid teachers who took out their own pathetic, unsatisfying lives out on other students.
"Sit down, Miss. Anders," Mr. Stanetti growled. Kori took the only vacant seat, by a dark haired guy with sunglasses, and pulled out her notebook, writing the homework assignment down as if nothing happened. Before, Kori used to never be able to retaliate against rude teachers or other people in general, but before her mom died from a long battle of leukemia, Kori's mom made her promise to talk back and stand up for herself for any reason, as long as it made sense.
The boy nudged her and said," Nice going there. Most people are scared of-"
"Mr. Stanetti," one girl screeched, raising her hand, her sparkly pink painted fingernails glittering," I don't think it's fair that that chick should sit next to my boyfriend! It isn't fair!"
"Oh shut up, Kitten, we broke up last year," he said, leaning his chair back.
"Bbutt! Richie-poo!"
"Stop calling me that, and just pay fucking attention to Mr. Stanetti."
Kori rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders as she met Mr. Stanetti's eyes," I don't mind moving, if it'll quiet her down."
"Like I need your fucking permission," Kitten said in a high-pitched nasally voice. She flipped her bleached blonde hair and smacked her gum angrily.
Kori didn't say anything and Mr. Stanetti said," Kitten Moth, be quiet. One more interruption and you'll be sent to the principal's office for an unwanted disruption that had nothing to do with Chemistry. Understand?"
"Whatevs," Kitten rolled her blue eyes and Mr. Stanetti returned to the board.
The boy next to her passed her a note in unusually neat handwriting for a guy.
I'm Richard. What's your name gorgeous?
Neither desperate nor horny.
He chuckled and silently wrote an answer back.
So you're between taken or uncaringly single.
If I'm so gorgeous, why would I be single?
Another boyfriend, then? Too bad, I'm an amazing kisser.
You're also very disgusting, hitting on the new girl. Kitten wasn't enough, Richie-poo?
How rude, sassy fire-top.
You didn't defend yourself about the Kitten thing. You know what that means?
When he read what Kori wrote last, he gave her long measuring look, his eyes hidden from her behind his dark glasses, then quickly wrote back.
No, what?
It was just a fling, and you're the school playboy. Which just accentuates that whole disgusting thing about you. If you're looking for a one night stand, I'd go back to Kitten.
Kori could sense his anger as he crumbled up the piece of paper and stuck it into his pocket, his fists clenching and unclenching. When the bell rang, he walked out casually, but Kori saw his tight, tense shoulders. She didn't want to make an enemy, but she didn't like uncommitted asses that were just looking to get into people's pants. (That goes for all the girls too. Even guys can be victims. Poor men!) Even if they were committed, if the guy broke up through text or phone was also something she hated. She'd already gone through too many relationships with both types of guys. She left the class and went to the next-AP Calculus- only to find that Richard was in that class too.
She nearly groaned but when she was done talking to Mr. Rogers (Anyone used to see his show as a kid? I love him soo much, so I had to put him in!) He was a friendly man with thick gray hair wearing a red vest over a long sleeved white shirt, a blue blazer, blue jeans and brown loafers. He told her to pick any seat, so she took the back seat next to a petit pale girl with raven colored hair cut into a short bob and violet eyes. Kori gave a small smile, which wasn't returned, instantly wishing she could have started the day better than she did.
"Alrighty then, kids, get into groups of…" he quickly counted off the students, then said," groups of two and do this two page quiz. It's not for a grade, but I want to see where you all are at as an individual and as a class. Complete as much as you can then hand it in. You need to finish at least 15 problems minimum before the end of class."
Mr. Rogers passed the quizzes out to each person and Kori watched as students that already knew each other grouped together. She turned to the goth girl and said," Um, do you want to work together?"
The girl raised an eyebrow and said," Sure."
They merged their tables together and Kori said," I'm Kori Anders, by the way."
"Raven," she muttered, pulling a black pencil out of her black backpack, scribbling her name at the top.
"This class is pretty easy going, compared to Chemistry."
"Who do you have?"
"Stanetti for AP," Kori said.
"I have him for 5th period," Raven said, then looked up at Kori expectantly," Do you have a calculator for the first problem?"
"Uh, sure," Kori quickly pulled out her graphing calculator from her purple pencil pouch, handing it over. They silently did the first couple problems alone, then checked answers.
"For number one I got 25," Raven said monotonously.
"Same. For two I got 86y+ 24z."
"Likewise."
They finished the whole packet-which consisted of 25 problems- in thirty minutes, leaving forty minutes left in class. Raven turned in their quizzes, then returned to her seat, pulling out a book called Guest Shot by David Locke. (BTW, really good book! Duh, I mean, why else would I know what it's called and who wrote it?)
"Oh, I love that book," Kori said, earning another raised eyebrow from Raven," It's really good."
"This is my second time reading it," Raven said.
"Oh! Thank God! I thought I was the only one who read books more than once, twice, even ten times."
"You like to read?"
"All the time. Offers some sort of comfort, knowing that there's lives more fucked up than yours, even if they don't reflect reality."
Raven closed the book and put it away, turning to face Kori," You're not so bad."
"Thanks, you too."
Raven actually gave her a smile-a rather small one, but a smile nevertheless-and said," Do you have anywhere to sit at lunch? I mean, the people I sit with are rather rambunctious, and loud, and nosy, but…"
"Ah, actually, I have two confessions," Kori said, giving her an apologetic look," First, is I thought I was the only one who used the word rambunctious in a sentence. And second, that some guy with green hair named Gar already asked."
"No worries. Gar is the loudest one," Raven said with another tiny smile.
"Oh! So he sits with you! That makes me feel way better, knowing I wasn't ditching you! Looks like I made two friends and one enemy. Wait, you are my friend, right?"
"Acquaintance, really, since all I know about you is your name and you're from Jump City, but sure. Who's the enemy?"
Kori pointed to Richard, who was sleeping, his glasses still on and Raven stifled a chuckle.
"It's the sleeping guy whose girlfriend calls him Richie-poo."
"First, he's not sleeping, he's staring straight at you," whispered Raven. Kori looked away laughing into her hand," And second, he sits at our table."
Kori stopped laughing and said," Maybe I'll skip lunch and just sit in the library."
"Too late, you're obviously destined to sit with us, as I was before you, so you're stuck. Literally."
"What do you mean?"
"Richard, Gar, and a couple of others have known each other since middle school, so when I was new here as a freshman, I ran into Gar first, then Victor in Biology class-another person you'll meet- and after, Richard. When I didn't meet them at lunch, they searched for me before finding me tucked in the corner of the library and literally dragged my pale ass back to the cafeteria."
"Her ass is pretty pale," Richard said, making Kori jump.
"When the hell did you get here?"
"Just because you aren't perceptive doesn't mean you have to snap at me, fire-top."
"Will you stop calling me that? Besides, if I wasn't perceptive, I wouldn't have noticed that you're just a playboy. Now shoo, this is a conversation between Raven and me, not you."
Richard raised his hands in mock surrender and said," Hey, if you want to be a sour puss, be my guest. All it does it accentuate the fire in your gorgeous eyes, beautiful."
"Oh, very original, Dick. Go find another girl to woo."
"Missy," he said, leaning over the table and blocking Kori with his large, muscular chest," The only girl I want to woo right now is you. Besides, I've pretty much tasted all the appetizers. I want to move onto the main course."
"Besides Raven, you mean. I'm sure you wouldn't hit on someone part of your little group, right?"
"Pretty much. Besides," Richard said, straightening up," Raven has a death glare that could turn you to stone. She gave you one when you smiled."
"Didn't notice," Kori said briskly, patting her hair and twirling a piece of her hair-something she did when she was nervous-," Plus, looks like you've had another addition to your group. Meaning, I'm off limits."
"Raven, you invited her?"
"Gar did before me," Raven added. He just shrugged and said," No matter."
"Look, there are four pretty appetizers right over there, just begging for you to taste each and every one," Kori pointed to four girls actually watching and swooning over Richard," Now, seriously, go away. Oh, and I wasn't pointing to you as an invitation. I was telling Raven that I didn't like you. So go jack off at your desk and leave me the hell alone."
Richard grew angry again and turned on his heel, making Kori breathe out a sigh of relief.
"You just made the worst enemy you could have, Kori. Richard's going to do anything he can to get into your pants now."
"Why are you even friends with him?" Kori snapped at Raven.
"Because he's a good one when you're serious with him. When it's serious, Richard will know, even when you don't talk to him and he'll talk. He may be an ass, but underneath, I think he's looking for his fairy tale princess as much as you're looking for your prince."
"Before you go and accuse someone of looking for a prince, maybe you should look at yourself in the mirror whenever Gar's name is mentioned. Then tell me about princes. Besides," Kori snapped, picking up her stuff as the bell rang," prince or no prince, I don't need no fucking man to take my dignity away to recharge his horny, jittery penis. And, princes just don't exist."
Kori walked out.
There we go, a nice lloonnngg chapter for all ya'll. Kori's a little bitch, isn't she? But then again…who isn't when it comes to stuff like that? Haha, I'm totally kidding. Anyways, tell me what you think. You can say it sucks, that I'm a terribly writer. That you want to tear me limb from limb then eat me, picking your teeth with my bones like a toothpick as you grumble about how bad this is…just as long as you review! Oh, but word of caution, if it's very very mean and bruises my ego (which is rather large/small, depending on my mood) I'll pull it down. POWER OF THE WRITER! YA!
Review, please! Please! PLEASE! Hehe.