I'M BAAACK!!! With yet another BBXRae fanfiction! This one gets kinda weird...my friend helped me write it so it's most of her ideas and little of mine...let me know how it goes over and if I should continue. Flames are accepted, but I should let u know that I eat mean flames for breakfast! RAAAAWWWWRRRR!!!! Tee hee! Kay, on to the story!!!!

Beast boy: What am I doing here?

Raven: You're doing the disclaimer so Abbi doesn't get in trouble and most likely sued!

Abbi: Yes, no suing, please. I have a volleyball game tomorrow and I'm doing well so no suing.

Beast boy: You got it, babycakes (inside joke, don't ask)

DISCLAIMER: ANIMElove737 DOES NOT OWN ANYTHING CEPT THE IDEA FOR THE STORY (AND EVEN THEN, SHE BARELY OWNS THAT)

Garfield Logan was part of the in-crowd. He was a jock with a perfect body, perfect movie-star good-looks, and a perfect life. The only thing he needed was the perfect girl, and everything would be, you guessed it, perfect.

Rachel Roth was a different story. She was a loner who never talked to anyone but the small group of friends she has. Although she was beautiful and many guys have tried their luck, she wasn't really into human contact. That is, however, until these two very different people's paths crossed one day.

Let me explain myself. It started out as any ordinary day would, just as any ordinary story would. Garfield was palling around with his many friends outside his health class, when he accidentally ran into a small figure making her way into the class room. "Whoa! Sorry!" He yelped and bent down to help whoever he ran into to pick up their things. "My...bad..." his mind blurred as he touched a girl's delicate hand. He looked up into two of the most beautiful eyes ever; they seemed to radiate a purple glow. Her hair was so black it looked as if it were also purple. She was so pale that her skin looked almost gray, and she was small with gentle curves. Gar blushed when he realized their hands had been touching and he had been staring. "Um..sorry again, I guess..." he chuckled as he scratched the back of his neck nervously.

Rachel was at a loss for words. This guy, whoever he was, was gorgeous! His blond hair came down a little past his eyes so as he had to sweep his hand over his forehead once in a while to keep it from falling into his face. He had a perfect body with perfectly defined muscles that you could just make out through his tight black t-shirt. His eyes were so forest green that she almost fainted from the effect they had on her. She ahem-ed and spoke up in a soft, silky voice, "That's alright...it was my fault...I wasn't watching where I was going...I'm sorry..." she looked down and her black hair fell in her face. She strode into the classroom with both confidence and hesitation, and Gar wondered how she did it. He was brought out of his musings when his friend Victor pounded him on the back, knocking him onto the ground (as Victor was very strong and towered over Garfield at 5" and at least 100 pounds [it's all muscle :P])

"Real smooth, dude!" Vic laughed as his little blond friend struggled to stand up again. His other friend, Richard, rose a suspicious eyebrow (you could barely tell if he was because he always wore sunglasses that covered his eyes completely)

"You okay, there, Gar? I haven't seen you act that stupid since we introduced you to Geometry." This made Victor and Richard laugh and Garfield blush furiously.

"Dudes! Not cool! I was not being stupid!"

"He's right, Rich, that's how he always acts." came a voice from behind. They all turned to see Bee standing behind them. Victor laughed and put an arm around his girlfriend.

"Aha, good one, Bee!"

"Yeah...good one..." Gar mumbled and walked into the classroom. The mysterious beauty was sitting in the middle of the class, reading her book intently and nodding her head ever so often at her jabbering friend he quickly realized was Kori, Richard's girlfriend. Bee shoved past him and took the seat in front of the un-named girl with the black hair. Making up his mind, Garfield finally decided he had to talk to her. He walked past her desk and sat behind her, next to Richard and Victor. The bell rang and the teacher walked into the class. He was a short, portly man with a greasy ponytail and a nose that looked like it belonged to a bird. He had a beer gut that made him look even more unattractive.

"Good morning, class!" he said in a sing-song voice.

"Good morning, Mr. Ned." the class hummed. Their teacher was annoying beyond belief and was a horrible teacher at that. He walked right up to Rachel's desk and bent over her table.

"Good morning, Ms. Roth." he whispered as she was reading and did not see him sneak up on her.

She looked up, seeming not startled in the slightest, and nodded her head politely at the ugly little man. "Good morning, Mr. Ned." her smooth, melodious voice rang through Gar's ears as she said this. Mr. Ned seemed satisfied with this, as he went on the rest of the class talking about 'the birds and the bees' so to speak. Garfield reddened when some loser in the back of the class asked if the female orgasm was real.

Mr. Ned's eyes seemed to pop out of his skull, and then his cheeks took on the color of the apple on his desk as he said, "Ahem...Ms. Roth, would you care to answer that question?"

Rachel stood, and this gave Garfield a moment to check out what she was wearing (and scope out her amazing body). Her top was simple: a tight powder blue tank top that bared a small part of her slim mid-drift. On bottom she wore casual black yoga pants. Her black hair came down a little bit past her shoulder-blades and she looked positively stunning, even if she was wearing just a regular old outfit.

The whole class giggled a little under their breath, and Rachel sighed. "The female orgasm does in fact exist, believe it or not. We are actually able to have multiple orgasms, and they are brought on by multiple things, such as foreplay and sex. Does that answer your question?" The little dork who asked the question nodded and Rachel sat down, not looking the least bit embarrassed. Garfield's pants immediately felt tight, and he had to shift in his seat to ease the discomfort. He thought about what she had said; he had made many girls reach their orgasms before, but he was pretty sure that Rachel's was the one he'd want to make happen the most. And, just like that, his pants got tighter.

"Very good, Rachel..." Mr. Ned began, but was cut off by the bell. "Okay, class, remember to do the assignment on anatomy tonight! Miss Roth, would you mind staying after for a bit?" Rachel nodded and the class parted.

She walked up to Mr. Ned's desk, where he stood with his chubby hands in his pockets. "You wanted to see me, Mr. Ned?"

"Yes, Rachel, you've been doing very well in this class...but...I think there's one thing you can do to get some extra credit..." and, just like that, Rachel was face first on the ground with her health teacher groping her small body. He bent down to her ear and whispered, "You know an awful lot about the female orgasm. Let's see if you know what you're talking about." He reached under her tight shirt and grabbed her chest, which made her yelp and tears formed in her eyes. She wasn't here. No, she definitely wasn't here. She was at Kori's house getting ready for the big party tonight. And as she felt his fat hands slide down to her pants, she heard a harsh female voice call out:

"Jerry!" Rachel turned her head to see the principal with a look on her face that could kill a person, and Garfield leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes on the ground. Mr. Ned immediately stood, and Rachel scampered over to the door and behind Gar.

"Miss Hatzelacos...um...what are...I...I...I can explain!" and Mr. Ned spun a retarded and unbelievable tale about extra credit and a horse fly. All the while Rachel was hiding behind Garfield, her hands on his back, just to make sure Mr. Ned wouldn't lunge at her and try to take her down again. She could feel Garfield's muscles tense as their twisted teacher babbled on about how the horse fly got under Rachel's shirt. She patted him on the shoulder and traced his shoulder blade with her fingers unintentionally, trying to let him know she was alright. It wasn't until after Ms. Hatzelacos and a couple of security guards dragged Mr. Ned away that Garfield finally looked at her.

"Do you need a ride home?" he asked, every sense of his being dripping with concern.

Rachel thought about it. Nothing was broken, she wasn't hurt. Just her pride, maybe. She didn't need to concern her mother with this right now, and only God knows how she would've taken it.

Arella was a single mother. Rachel's father had raped both her and her mother when they were young, and was put in jail for sexual harassment and child abuse. Although going it alone, Arella was far from suffering. Both her and Rachel lived a great life, though there was a male figure missing in the experience. They got by on their own, though, and that was just fine for now.

No, Arella didn't need to know yet. Rachel decided that she'd just walk home and give the school time to call her. She shook her head and smiled. "No thank you...I'll walk."

"Are you sure?" Garfield put his hand on her shoulder, expecting her to pull away, but she just stepped closer to him.

"I'm sure." she practically whispered. He shrugged and followed her out the front doors. She smiled at him and left to walk home.