This just kinda popped into my head while I was reading a story about Jinx dying. I liked the emotions that ran through it, but I hated how she had to die. I mean, really, why does Jinx have to DIE to get the attention she deserves? So here's my story:

WAIT! Disclaimer: I so own Teen Titans. That's why Kid Flash and Jinx are sooo the main characters, and Robin and Starfire don't exist. (Men in briefcases come in, with a sign that says SUE) OK OK! Jeez, it's called sarcasm…

Fake

I blasted the door to Wally's apartment open. My fingers tingled with the pink hex that had just shot from them. Stalking into the kitchen, I grabbed a bowl of cereal. Sitting down at the kitchen table, I recounted what had made me so…incredibly…frustrated? No, furious.

Wally and I were at a battle in downtown Starcity, a robbery that had happened at Star National Bank. After hexing a few of the robbers, and untying the ropes of the hostages, Wally and I had it all wrapped up. The police came and blah blah blah. Lots of people, pictures, some apparent stalkers, but that was all normal. I got kinda worried though, when Wally hadn't come back from dumping the robbers in jail in the normal 3 seconds it took. Searching through the plethora of fans, I couldn't catch sight of him. Which is hard to do, since he's Wally, for Pete's sake. Red hair, bright blue eyes, probably has so many fans around him he can hardly breathe.

But I couldn't find him.

I started searching in the streets, away from the crowds still circling the building. I checked in every alleyway, still no sign of him. Up and down the roads, on the rooftops, even inside some of the apartment housings, but not even a flash of red hair. But, then, ooohh, then, I decided to check the actual Star National Bank building. I wish I had never done it.

Inside was Mr. Carrot-top himself, making out with a dark-haired girl, who looked like Snooki from Jersey Shore. Which made it even worse cuz' I HATE Jersey Shore. That show makes you lose brain cells. Tears threatened to pool over my pink eyes. The most horrible part? He wasn't even trying to stop her, tell her that he had a girlfriend (moi), and then leave to go find me. Nope. He was just standing there, sucking face with some girl, not even wondering what the heck I was doing at the moment. Which just happened to be walking up and slapping him hard across the face. "I hate you." I growled, hexing him.

Then I stalked home.

Where I am now. Reliving that horrible event. I was actually kind of surprised when I got back to the apartment. Being all super-speedy and stuff, he should've been here by now. Probably still kissing that good-for-nothing son of a banshee, I thought darkly.

Which is when I came up with my decision. I was going to die.

Not like, DIE die, more like, pretend dying. I would fake my own death, pack up, move out, create a new name, live in a different city, get a job, and continue living my 'normal' life, secretly helping people out. Foolproof. Then I wouldn't ever see Kid Flash again.

I went to my room, and packed up everything. I took the vase of roses that he had given me and burned it. I burned it, and scattered the ashes around his room. I felt like a pagan, but he deserved to clean his messy room once in a while. I wrote a fake note directed to him and left it on the kitchen counter:

Kid Flash-

We're over. I'm tired of you flirting with every girl who passes you by, with me on the sidelines. What happened at the bank was the last straw. I hate you.

-Jinx

I also drew a picture of him being murdered. It was very detailed, and I even put a unicorn in the background laughing at him. Masterpiece.

I left then and there, heading for the airport. Glancing over the map of the millions of cities in the world, one caught my eye. Charm City. I almost laughed out loud. I bought a one-way ticket to it, and was soon flying high over the country, Starcity in my past. I sighed, and stared out at the twinkling stars in the sky, and drifted into a dreamless sleep.

Two days after leaving him, I found myself staring at a beautiful apartment in uptown Charm City. The people here didn't need much 'saving' because it wasn't like Charm was right next to some huge laboratory or bank outlet or whatnot.

My new apartment was amazing. It was the top level of an apartment housing building that towered over most of the other skyscrapers. It was a huge apartment that had a private entrance to the roof. Windows covered almost every inch of wall space, which was fine by me, because I absolutely loved the view. It was one of uptown, with a close up view of the stars, and where you could see all of the other buildings surrounding it. There were two bedrooms, one of which I made my drawing room, a living room, an enormous kitchen, two bathrooms, an office, and a workout room. Perfect.

My bedroom had an enormous walk-in closet. I unpacked my clothes, and changed out of my traveling clothes, which just happened to be my costume. I took a warm shower, and changed into an off-the-shoulder t-shirt that was black with a sparkly white rose twirling down it and gray jeggings. I put on a pair of slouch boots and a white fedora with a sparkled band on it to cover up most of my curly pink hair. It was time for my makeover.

I walked out of the apartment complex and hailed a cab. I asked the driver to take me to the best salon in Charm. He drove me to a spa store called Simplicity. Ironic, right?

I paid the driver, thanked him, and walked into the salon. Giving my name to the girl at the counter, I sat down in one of the wooden seats. I gazed around at the décor. It was a combination of zen and high class décor, like gold candlesticks and stuff. It shouldn't have worked at all with each other, but somehow or another, Simplicity made it work. It was a gorgeous interior. When the girl called my name, she led me through a series of passageways and up an elevator to a large styling salon. Sitting me in a chair, she left to get a stylist.

Her name was Jasmine. She had a pixie cut with white hair and one streak of bright blue that hung over one of her hazel eyes. She came up to me and the first thing she said was, "OMIGOSH! I LOVE THAT COLOR!" She pulled a strand of my pink hair out from under my fedora, and twiddled it in her fingers. "How'd you get it so bright? I can't even do that, and I'm the best stylist Simplicity has."

"Um, I kinda…tried to dye it when I was young, and I left it in a little too long…" I pulled off my fedora, and my curly bubblegum pink hair came tumbling out. Jasmine gaped at it in shock.

"And you want to change it, WHY?" She started to play with it, putting it up in a bun at first, with one pink curl hanging down, then draping it around my shoulders.

"I'm kind of changing my look."

"Why? The police after ya? Witness Protection Program?"

"Trying to escape a clingy ex-boyfriend."

Jasmine nodded seriously, as if she knew what I was going through. "I had to do that too. Hence the white hair." She pointed to the pure white her hair was. So maybe she did know what I was going through.

"Ya…"

"Ok, so what do you want your hair to look like then?"

"Black. Still curly, but the darkest black you can find. With pink streaks running throughout."

"That is gonna look so EPIC! I love the way your mind works. Let me go grab my stuff. Hang on," Jasmine raced off to get her hairdressing supplies, while I swiveled around in a chair. Other stylists passed by me with looks of interest and longing on their faces. I could tell they all wished they were Jasmine right now.

She came back with her supplies and started to do my hair. "So," she began, combing through my tangles, "what happened between you and your ex?"

I was planning on saying something along the lines of "None of your beeswax," just slightly nicer, but instead, when I opened my mouth, the whole story spilled out. Jasmine was so kind, she just listened, nodding her head a few times throughout, doing my hair all the while.

Tears threatened to spill over, but I restrained them. I wasn't going to cry over him. Not after what had happened.

Jasmine finished my hair during the time I was telling her my story. She just sat in the chair next to me until I had finished. She stared at me for a while, then she took my hand in hers.

"How about this-to help you forget about that, um, little scene, why don't I come over to your apartment, and we can have a movie night with chocolate and champagne, okay? It will be so much fun!" I couldn't say no to that. Who doesn't like chocolate and champagne?

I smiled at her. "Sure. 632 Dazzl Avenue. Apartment 933, top floor. Just tell Norm, the clerk at the front desk, that you're looking for me. I haven't figured out a name yet, so right now it's just under Hexe."

Jasmine smiled back at me. "I'll be there."

I left Simplicity with enthusiasm. So far, I liked Charm City. A lot.