Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans.

Warning: Use of vulgar language. If you think cuss words are a no-no, then beware ~

It's impossible to choose who you fall in love with, for it's far beyond any of our control. You can pick your friends, decide who will be your bestfriends, but you can never decree who your soul-mate will be. It's not an option, but predetermined by fate.

Young Richard Grayson, adoptive son of Bruce Wayne and heir to the Wayne fortune, was buried knee-deep in homework. He wasn't one to party, preferring to spend his time studying instead, but his bestfriend sure as hell was.

As he was preparing for his upcoming test, the boy was rudely interrupted. His cellphone began playing the annoyingly familiar tune indicating that Xavier was calling.

Damn it.

Picking it up, he sighed.

"What do you want, X?"

"I'm at a party. Get your boring, virgin ass over here pronto."

"No. I'm studying for my test tomorrow, you douchefuck."

"Oh c'mon! There's a buncha' hot chicks jammin' it out over here! I'm sure one of 'em will agree so you can finally man up and get laid."

Richard did a face-palm. Sadly, Xavier just didn't understand the concept of abstinence.

"I'm busy. And school is more important than girls right now, okay."

"Fine, you big baby." There was a pause. "When'll you ever chill and just have fun for once?"

"When I find the right girl, then we'll talk."

"You're such a debbie-downer, you know that?"

"I know. Bye Xavier," and the conversation was over. After hanging up and shutting off his phone so no one else could contact him, he returned to his school books.

TTTTT

The next day, Richard found himself sitting alone on the bleachers facing the football field half an hour before school was scheduled to begin.

After countless hours of studying, memorizing formulas, notes, and vocabulary words, he was exhausted. Finally deciding that it was time for a break, he shut his books and stowed them away in his backpack.

Resting his chin on his right palm as he propped his elbow on his leg, he looked on at the field to watch the students wandering about.

Something caught his eye. Actually, it was someone.

He couldn't get a good look at her face, and was only able to make out that she had a well-built, curvy figure. A body that every super-model would die for.

Apparently she was making her way towards the exit when she tripped on one of the footballs lying on the ground, and fell flat on her ass after spinning wildly out of control. Books and loose papers flew every which-way, surrounding her and acting as an enclosure.

Seeing this, he chuckled. It was quite amusnig, watching her fall and caress her butt in pain. But then he realized that what he was doing was indeed rude and very much uncalled for, so he decided the right thing to do was assist her in getting her stuff together.

"Need any help?" he asked, already picking up her stray books and placing them on a neat pile.

"Um… thank you." The girl turned to him as she too picked up her belongings, sheepishly offering him a grateful smile.

"No problem." He looked up from the pile he'd made, and the moment he peered into her terrifyingly beautiful, forest-green eyes, he could only stop and stare as his breath hitched.

Truly, she was the definition of elegance. Of pure beauty.

"So, um-" he tugged on his now-tight collar. "You new around here?"

"Actually, yes."

"C-cool. Where're you from?"

She gave him a timid, lop-sided grin. "I doubt you have heard of it. It is… unpopular."

Raising an eyebrow, he wondered at that. "Try me."

"I am from Tamaran. Usually when I tell people of my home country, they look at me oddly, as if I were insane, and tell me that they have not heard of such a place."

Richard snapped his fingers in recognition.

"Well, I know of it. It's a small island near Hawaii, absolute monarchy, very tropical environment, and home of the zorka berry."

Kory beamed at him, and that simple action guilelessly took his breath away. She was unquestionably amazed by his impressive knowledge of her home country. She'd never met anybody who had even the slightest clue of the name, let alone that kind of information. "How did you know?"

"I know my geography. It's one of those subjects that Bruce forces me to study because apparently I'll be doing a lot of traveling when I grow up."

"I see," she bit her bottom lip, and he found that gesture to be extremely adorable. "I apologize, but I do not know this Bruce of which you speak."

Blushing and quite embarrassed, he decided to enlighten her. "Oh! I'm sorry. He's my adoptive father, heh heh."

It was strange. He'd assumed she already knew who he was, considering the entire county already did, which was why he hadn't bothered introducing himself and was waiting for her to tell him her name. Then it hit him. This girl had no idea who he was, or about his lavish wealth.

"I-I'm Richard, by the way. But my friends call me Dick." Holding his hand out to her for a handshake, she only looked at it, obviously confused.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Dick." She slowly reached for his hand, then shook it lightly.

"Likewise," he grinned at her.

"I am Korilynn Anders, but you may simply refer to me as Kory."

"That's a cute name," he complimented her, face flushing as he did so. "Listen, I'm sure you get this a lot, but… you're very pretty."

Her face reddened into a brilliant shade of ruby as her eyes widened in surprise. "I thank you."

"Just thought I should let you know."

"You are very sweet," she smiled at him heartily.

And just when he'd thought he was getting somewhere…

DING

DING

DING

The warning well interrupted their moment.

"Well, I should do the getting to class." The way she said it, he wondered if she didn't want to say good-bye either.

"Do you want me to walk you?" Offering to take her to her first hour, just wanted to get to know her a little better.

For some reason, he felt something strange welling up in his stomach. Something he hadn't ever felt before. It was pleasant, yet terrifying at the same time because it was so alien to him.

She'd noticed the conflict in his emotions, but she wasn't sure if it was a good thing or if it was bad. So she decided that it'd be best to decline.

"No, but thank you for the offer," she smiled sweetly. Standing up from her crouch, she picked up her belongings. "And thank you again for your help."

He could only nod. As if it were bad enough, he didn't know whether to feel disappointed that she said no or happy because he would most likely give this girl every ounce of his attention and finally have a relationship with someone he might actually like.

In the end, he felt both.

TTTTT

Being the new girl, Kory was confused as to where her next class was. She looked to her mini-map once more, but remained unsure.

She stopped dead in her tracks and tried to decipher where exactly she was on the map.

"Need any help, Cutie?" It was a male voice. She didn't recognize it, so she looked up to see who it was.

"No, thank you." She politely declined.

"Awh, don't be like that. You're lost, so just let me help you." Before she could shoo him away, he snatched her schedule and began to analyze it.

"Hmm, looks like you've got first hour with me. If you want, we can walk there together," he winked, giving her one of his winning smiles.

It made her somewhat uneasy, but since she didn't know what else to do, she agreed. "O-okay."

"C'mon, Cutie." He quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her towards their destination.

TTTTT

It was finally time for his long awaited test. He sat in his assigned seat, right beside the window. The view of the football field was staggering, and he could see everything that was going on.

Carpe Diem.

Make it or break it.

Go big or go home.

Time to stay focused, give it his all, and bring home an A.

Rubbing his hands together for effect and smirking like he knew every answer to all of the questions, he began his test.

1. What is recidivism?

2. Is it okay to break the law to uphold the law?

3. Does an adversarial court system really determine truth?

4. What would our society look like if it actually eliminated all crime?

5. Do inmates give up all their rights when incarcerated?

6. Is all criminality deviant?

(A/N: Found those questions online, lolol.)

Richard blasted through half of the assessment with astounding ease, until he noticed the commotion that was going on outside.

There, on the track surrounding the field, was Kory. She wore a cute pair of gray mesh shorts with a white outline and a plain black hoodie as she jogged with the rest of her class.

To his dismay, it seemed like Xavier was hitting on her. He watched as she stopped running, placed her hands on her hips and spoke with his bestfriend. He could only see Xavier's back, but had a clear view of Kory.

Seeing that she had an eyebrow cocked and an unsure expression, he knew that Xavier was asking her out. It seemed that his friend had finally gotten to her as she nodded her head.

Xavier hugged her, and she looked fairly uncomfortable.

An unknown feeling once again came over Richard's mental state. He wasn't sure, but he had a feeling it was a little bit of jealousy.

"Eyes on your own paper, Mr. Grayson." The professor, Mr. Wilson, instructed. "Or I will take it away and you will receive a zero."

Grunting in disapproval, Richard reluctantly ripped his attention away from the window and continued on with the remainder of his test.

TTTTT

After his final class, Richard headed toward his locker. He felt like crap since the incident during his exam.

Lazily taking his books out of his locker and loading them into his backpack, he heard his bestfriend's voice calling after him.

"Dude! Dude! Dude! Dude! Dude, guess what!"

"What is it, Xavier?" Dick sighed. He already had a pretty good idea of what he was going to say next, and he didn't like it one bit.

"I've got myself a date with the new girl." Xavier seemed to be very pleased with himself.

"Why am I not surprised?" Though his facial expression was blank and emotionless, he was mentally slapping himself for not asking her out when he had the chance.

After all, he'd met her first, hadn't he? Well, maybe that didn't mean anything. Maybe that wasn't enough. He blew it, and now it was too late. His bestfriend had beaten him to the finish line.

"I'm tellin' you, bro. She's fucking hot. And she's got the sweetest ass."

To Richard, it felt like Xavier had sliced through one of his nerves. "Stop talking about her like that! She's…"

"What?"

Uh oh. This wasn't good. Quickly pulling together a cover up, he replied. "She's beautiful…?"

"Wow. Wait, you've met her?"

Right when Dick was about to give him an answer, he was interrupted.

"Nevermind. Well, she's got a nice rack, a fine booty, thighs that are pretty fucking thick, and all you can say is beautiful?"

Richard hated that. He very much disliked how Xavier was talking about Kory. She was a nice, pretty girl, and the words his friend used to describe her was only degrading and belittling her. "What of it?"

"No wonder you're a virgin."

Richard frowned, "Fuck you."

"I'd fuck me too," smirking at his bestfriend, Xavier decided that it was time to head home. "Later, Chuckles. I'll introduce you to her properly sometime soon. Maybe after I make her my girlfriend."

Looking at his diminishing figure, Richard couldn't help but grimace. Xavier might as well have stabbed him in the chest, because it already felt like he was having a mini-heart attack.

Damn it all.

Personality Overview

Richard "Dick" Grayson: Nice guy type, ambitious when it comes to school, gentleman-in-the-making.

Xavier "X" Red: Casanova, easygoing, party animal, doesn't really give a rat's ass about school.