Roles Reversed
Chapter 1
This story is going to take place in Jump City and basically be in the universe with the five titans everyone knows and love. Enjoy and by the way I don't own these characters and I will only say it once more.
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Day one in high school is just like everyone said it would be, horrible. As soon as I showed up I was singled out as the new kid. This was despite the fact there were at least twenty other new kids that had arrived that day and they were all freshman! But, nonetheless I pushed through all the teasing just like every other school, and here I am sitting in my first period class listening to the teacher, Mr. Mod, drone on about how he doesn't tolerate any trouble makers.
"Alright my duckies! Now that we have that out of the way let's move on to roll call. Patrick…"
I zone out again until I see him looking directly at me, along with the whole class.
"Wha- what?"
"I said Mr" he scans the list again "Grayson, aren't you new here?"
"Yes, I am"
"Yes I am what? Mr. Grayson"
"Yes I am new here sir" I add with a bit of venom.
"Alright let us move on then!"
I duck down trying not to be noticed and ignoring the comments about 'how I must be stupid'. I just watch the board and take small notes trying to go through the motions of high school. And that's how my second and third period went I had to announce I was new and listen to all the jocks talk about how out of shape I am and snobs gossip about how(read in annoying high pitched teenage girl voice) 'I wasn't even hot'.
I truly wasn't out of shape though. I was very fit and could probably beat any of the jocks in a fight, but just to stroke my own ego here I will admit to having an eight pack and having the best flexibility in the whole school. It's just I normally wear sweatpants and a baggy shirt, and that really doesn't show off my muscles very well. On to the being "hot" part, I used to style my hair and put it up in spikes to show off my face until I got acne. I let my hair grow and cover most of it on my face and I started to treat it, but that was three years ago and I am still afraid to style it again just in case that mess is still there.
It wasn't until my fourth period that I, being lost in my own thoughts really, caused a problem. I hadn't even realized that someone was calling my name until I got several gentle, but firm, taps on my shoulder.
"Excuse me, but you seem to be in my seat." I look up to see the most drop dead gorgeous red-head that I have ever seen.
"I-I-I" I manage to spit out, great going loser now she is going to think you're and idiot.
"Get out of the seat little man" I hear from behind me and as I turn to see who spoke, I instantly regret doing so. An extremely well built African American who was most likely a foot taller than me met my gaze and I scrambled from the seat and rushed to the opposite side of the classroom.
As soon as I flop in the chair I instinctively look back to make sure he wasn't following me. But, to my surprise I see the beautiful red head scolding him. For what reason could she be yelling at him, for not kicking me out fast enough? I know all the stupid popular kids are the same, mean, bitchy, and total stuck-up snobs who think they're better than everyone else. Why should I care anyway? It's not like I would ever have a chance, or a want, to talk to her let alone go on a date. I stick my head into my arms trying to block out the world and just sleep, but subconsciously I listen for a name. A name for that gorgeous red head, who will never even notice me.
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What do you think? I little intro to a new story that I am re-writing for a third time because I can't seem to get it right. Well alright comment any feedback, I am hoping to have up a real length chapter soon! -PJ