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Chapter 1: Hello my name is…..

It's August 20th, the most dreaded day of my life. I'm finally in my senior year and have yet more to name is Korina Andrews. I am a senior at Gotham Prepatory, where I luckily got accepted, courtesy of uncle Galfore. I know what your thinking…Galfore? what kind of name is that? But let me make this as brief as possible: my family and I are not from here and because of such it has created my very own personal hell in the halls of this school. After the death of our parents, Uncle Galfore took my sister and I in, and now here we are.

RRRRRRIIIIINNNNNGGGGGGG

Damn, there goes the bell. Ugh this is going to be a long day.

"Hey Star! Wait up…" I can recognize that voice from several miles away. The voice belonged to one of my two best friends since I moved here 4 years ago.

"Hey Gar," I answered.

"Are you ready for this?"

"If you bust out dancing to that song again, so help me I will personally remove your esophagus just to never hear it again," came that annoyed yet monotone voice of my other 'partner in crime,' Rachel.

" Hey bitch," she greeted in her usual tone, "so how was break?"

Gars mouth dropped, even after all these years he couldn't adjust nor understand our form of communication. To me this was a sincere form of affection from Rachel.

"Sheesh, I see your still with the vulgarity," I said. She smirked. Oh man, she has something smart to say.

"And I see you STILL don't have a boyfriend," she whipped back.

"Touché. Now, what do you have first period?" I couldn't resist a smile. You gotta love this girl, she may be rough around the edges but she never sugar coats the truth. I much prefer honesty over bullshit like the other 'Richies.'

We exchanged schedules and decided where we were to meet at lunch. Gar groaned as he usually does when we don't have classes together.

"Sorry gar but it wasn't in your cards this time. Rachel wins this round," and we were off. First class on the itinerary: French with Madam Rouge. Just Great…more mumbo jumbo to learn.

Rachel and I finally reached Room 702 and proceeded to our seats. Once I took in the room, my heart just about stopped. And there he was…two rows away basking in his glory was Richard Grayson. Not only a 'richie' but the most in demand person. If there was a party, he had better be there or your party was pointless. Every dance that I can remember he had won a spot on the court. And last time I checked, he was hardly ever alone.

There were always a horde of chicks who swayed their hips to give him a 'glimpse' any chance they got just to catch his attention. But the weird thing is, I feel as though something is not fitting quite right with this guy. He never seems to look interested anymore, and in class he's always so focused as if his life depended on it.

"Tout le monde prendre un siège pour que je puisse commencer la classe. Mon nom est Madam Rouge et bienvenue en français," said the French, slim woman, who so rudely interrupted my brief fantasy of the blue eyed wonder. Hey a girl can dream, right? (Translation: Hello class, everyone grab a seat so I may start the class. My name is Madam Rouge and welcome to French.)

After half an hour of practicing introductions, we were called individually to the front to introduce ourselves. Finally HE took to the front.

"Bonjour, mon nom est Richard Grayson. Je suis âgé de 17 ans et aime jouer au football." (Translation: Hello, my name is Richard Grayson. I am 17 years old and I love to play football.)

Holy biscotti, the boy definitely seemed to have French running through those beautiful veins of his.

RRRIINNNNGGG

Good Grief, its only day one and I already figured what my contribution to the senior prank is.

As I finally make my way to "The Table," I had the unfortunate task of running into Roy Harper. This guy is so clueless; I honestly think his IQ is as high as a rock's.

"Ms. Andrews, how so great to see you?" he says slyly.

"Screw you Roy," I said with as much annoyance as humanly possible.

"Last time I checked my offer hasn't expired." That's it this moron is going down…well his ego is anyways.

"Well I suggest you reconsider because I have no intention to consider such a horrific offer in this or any other lifetime. Now if you'll excuse me, I actually have every intention to enjoy my lunch and hold it in so could you do society a favor and disappear? " His expression was priceless.

"Stupid bitch, you don't even know what your missing," he retorted.

"Actually I do, and it's my lunch hour so get the hell out of here already." As if on cue, my angels arrived.

"Bro, you're still trying?" he laughed, "It's been 3 years, give it a rest already," said Gar, "And FYI, you may want to reign check all meals today because your car is being towed."

And he was right. Roy's red Audi was being pulled out of the parking space. He left pissed off and without another word.

"My hero," I sarcastically said in the cheesiest damsel in distress tone. Raven just smirked and surprisingly didn't jab at Gar. She looked rather impressed.

"So…how about that French class?" Raven asked with a familiar mocking tone of your-crush-is-there. Gar looked on with confusion as he usually does.

A/N: Hey everyone, I am new to Fanfiction so please go a tad bit easy on me. I can use the constructive criticism to better my writing but I'm sure there is also a line between being constructive and being destructive. If I can get reviews maybe I can continue to get motivated to finish this story. Its inspired by one of my favorite 80's movies though I may change a few things to the story. Enjoy!