A/n: this is just an intro chapter. they get less OOC in the next chapter. If i get enough reviews, i'll continue.
Disclaimer: I do not own teentitans.
Dedicated to my Wifey4Lifey: Yamisangel101
o and a lil toDante665 cuz hes the backround shadow guy.
Gar set his glass down on the bar, grunting over his luck. Another girl, another no show? Why stand him up? He's a good guy, right? Maybe it was his pointy ears, but chicks digg those, right? Or his unusually large canines? They didn't exactly give him the cuddly factor…
Either way, another date, another lonely night. He started to wonder if he had the wrong date? Maybe the wrong time or place? He didn't. He's sure of it. Just as he begins to believe there's no girl for him, a beautiful girl enters the bar, taking the seat right next to him.
There's something different about her. Maybe her flowing chestnut hair, no wait, it was darker, like a mahogany? Her hair that held a tranquil, yet dangerous, purple dye at the tips? The silky, milk feel of her pale, pale skin? The fact that she was dressed differently than any other girl he had ever seen? Maybe it was the works, but she was unique. She dons an artistic, large, black, boat-neck shirt with a flowing waterfall feel to it. The design looks like newspaper print and it hangs off of her right shoulder. She had tight, dark wash jeans on. He wondered how she managed to pour her perfect, sexy figure into them. He let his eyes roam to her classic, shiny, black heels. Her bangs grew over her right eye. They too had purple tips.
"The usual," She informed the bartender.
"Sure, Rae," He answered, reaching under the bar.
Gar assured himself that he had never seen such a perfect specimen. He grunted once more, chugging the rest of his beer. She'd probably stand me up too…
She held the margarita glass so confidently in her right hang as she took a small sip. She delicately placed the glass down. She looked at the man sitting next to her. She analyzed him. Styled, natural blonde hair. He had a date. Nice button down shirt, sports coat, and classic jeans. Oh yeah, definitely a date. He leans, positioned on one hand. He's been stood up. He then kicked the bar and muttered to himself. It's not the first time he's been stood up. She's learned this through her years of being a 'regular'.
"What're you in for?" She asked him. She normally doesn't talk to others. It could be that he intrigues her with his handsome qualities and charming physique. Maybe she's just lonely. Or maybe it's the early stage of the alcohol speaking. He looked at her, and she automatically felt lost and hypnotized in his deep green eyes.
"Me?"
"Yeah. A guy like you wouldn't be here alone."
"I have a date," he informed her.
"Well," She looked around the room. "She isn't here."
"Yea, she stood me up."
"So you had a date. Bummer. I'm not sure why a girl would stand you up. You look like you have it all."
"'Have it all?'" he asked.
"Of course. Looks, mind, body, money…"
He scoffed, "No, I don't think so. If that was true then she wouldn't have stood me up."
"But she did and that's her loss."
He seemingly scoffed once more, "What's a nice girl like you doing talking to a loser like me?"
"Teaching you a lesson. Lesson 1: I'm. Not. Nice," she informed him, dumping the rest of the pink liquid onto his lap. "Lesson 2: You're not a loser."
He quickly jumped up, his face turning red with anger. Night got worse, I met a psycho path. He grabbed some napkins and began to clean himself up.
"Not a loser? How do you figure that? I just met a girl and she already dumped her drink on me!"
"Well, I figure that you're not a loser because you just let a not-so-nice girl buy you a drink."
"BUY ME A DRINK?"
"I paid for the drink. You emptied it. Simple as that," she shrugged.
"Are you crazy?" He asked her slightly amused. She seemed rather whimsical.
"A tad. But for you to not have walked away, you must be also. Let me buy you another drink."
"No," He answered. She shrugged and turned back to the bar, his loss. Then he continued, "Let me buy you one. Since you bought the first one." He handed the money to the bartender and he made her another drink.
"I'm Garfield. You may call me Gar."
"I'm Rachel. You may call me Rae if you want to die…"
He chuckled a bit then looked back to her to see her expression completely serious. What am I getting myself into?
"Oh. How about this, I'll make you a bet."
"A bet?" She asked, one eyebrow raised.
"Yes. Fifty dollars says you'll turn me down when I ask you out."
"Well, if I lose, I lose fifty dollars. So I'll accept and let you keep that fifty dollars to take me out to dinner tomorrow night."
"Fifty dollars to take you out to dinner?"
"Of course. I'm going to want dessert. I figure if the date is a dud, I might as well get something out of it. And I like cake."
He chuckled, "Ok, fair enough. Where do I pick you up?"
"Here," she hopped down from the stool, downing the rest of the drink and setting the empty glass on the table.
"At nine?"
"Uh, sure. Why not?"
He smiled. "Why don't we go for a walk in the park?"
"I'd like that.." Things are looking up, he told himself.
Then another girl approached. A blonde. She wore a tight mini skirt, some open-toed stilettos, and a deeply plunging neckline to her yellow shirt.
"Garfield?" She asked sticking her hand out, "I'm your blind date, Tara." Things are looking down… She looked over at Rachel then back at Garfield. She hesitantly added, "Sorry for being like an hour late. I'm glad you're still here. What do you say we take this date somewhere else?"
He looked at Rachel then to Tara. He gave Rachel an apologetic smile.
"No, you had plans with her first. But if you leave right now, it's your loss. How about this? I'll bet you fifty dollars that you leave with her right now," Rachel said.
He smiled a knowing smile, running his tongue over one of his canines, "I think you lose that bet. Sorry, Tara, I've made other plans."
"Oh," Tara seemed a bit upset, "Sorry I missed out on this chance. Maybe some other time? I'll call you."
"Don't call me. I'll call you sometime…" He smiled.
"Right," her face fell, "later." She left the building.
"So, will you hold this while I walk?" He asked Rachel, holding out his hand to her. She smiled.
"Yea, sure," she took hold of his hand and he begin to navigate her to the park.
They got to the new park and it was very open. There was a clean, winding, white sidewalk, leading through the lush green grass as well as the beautiful blossom trees. He lead her into it, the white moon standing out in the dark, lonely sky. The city took away the beauty of the stars. The light from the moon peaking through the trees to create an interesting pattern on the walkway.
There was a comfortable silence as they both took in the beauty of the natural park. She liked the warmth of his hand in hers. The tingle of the contact, the comfort of the company. He uneasily flipped open his phone.
She seemed to have noticed this because she spoke up. "Is something wrong?"
"Yes. Well, there's something wrong with my phone. It's missing something…"
"What?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Your number."
She gave a small smile, "Well, yes. I suppose it would be lacking that. Though, it might be lacking in that for a little bit."
"You're really going to make me work for that, aren't you?"
"Yes, along with my address. Good things come to those who wait. I like to stay a bit of a mystery."
"You're like an enigma."
"Really?"
"Sure, if I knew what that meant," he regarded.
"Hmmm. I believe it means someone who is puzzling."
"Well, you are quite the puzzle, Miss…?"
"Roth."
"Well, Miss. Roth. What were you to say if I told you I found your missing puzzle piece?"
She thought about his statement for a moment. She liked the way he made her think. He liked the way she had to think, had to analyze every word, every movement. She let out a deep breath, coming up with her answer.
"I'd say that you know nothing about me."
"And I'd answer: I'd love to learn. How 'bout you teach me another one of those lessons?"
She thought on this statement too. This guy was very spur of the moment. He seemed to never think before he spoke. She guessed he was kind of funny. She also guessed he was slightly trying to be. She came up with her answer.
"No lesson, not until tomorrow."
"And why is that?" He teased.
"Because I can't teach you one. Actually, I have a question of my own."
"And what would that be?" He questioned as they reached the shore, the moonlight glowing on her skin.
"Do you think before you talk, or do you unintentionally charm me?"
"Charm you?"
"Yes, you happen to do that. I can't answer you, you dazzle me. I feel rather flustered, but I like it. You make me think."
"Thinking? That must be unintentional. I'd never make anyone do such a thing!" He announced, a bit dramatically.
"You're kind of funny."
"Why thank you, that is intentional."
"What's your intention?" She cocked her head to the side.
"Well. I'd love to see your beautiful smile once more. Maybe ever hear your laugh?"
"That would be rather rare. Though, I'm sorry to tell you that it will be tough."
"You're an enigma, Rachel. A tough nut to crack. I can crack you…"
"You can try."
"I will. Though you have a unique sense of humor…"
"How so?" She asked. It's been two minutes and he believes he's already cracked her code. She scoffed. She'd like to see him try. No guy has ever, most guys had barely gotten her to cry. She learned not to open up to them awhile ago.
"Well, you like to dump drinks on random guys…"
She smiled but stifled a small giggle, "That wasn't humor. That was manners."
"Manners? Yet another thing I wouldn't make a girl do…"
"I'd love to hear the others but I must be going. I'll see you tomorrow?" She decided as they hit a fork in the road.
"Yes. Of course."
She nodded and took the left path, walking briskly. He smiled as he heard the clicking of her heels, but he followed behind her at a respectful distance, making sure she got home safe. He noticed she didn't turn back, which was just the second lucky thing to happen to him today. He liked this one, and he was going to get her before his luck ran out.
She smiled to herself as she walked home. She had a love hate relationship with this fuzzy feeling inside of her. All she wanted to do was smile and screech, hugging him. But that wasn't her, and she realized that she needed to grab hold of herself. He needed to see what she was really like before this went too far and he broke her heart. She wouldn't let that happen again.