'Somehow, I'll show you that you are my nightsky.' The thought simultaneously free flowed through the heads of Garfield Logan and Rachel Roth. It was a thought they had shared for several months now. The thought hadn't started out as a thought. The thought had begun as a song they had both heard at a school dance months ago. The thought was now busting at their skulls wanting to be free, to express itself to the person it was meant for. The thoughts were meant for each other.

Though they both knew their thought could never make it to the other simply because of their fear. Rachel didn't believe that Garfield could like her back. Garfield didn't think Rachel even knew he was alive. But little did they know that I had plans for them that would rock their worlds.

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At Jump City High, I'm the kid who's always in the know. My knowledge extends all over campus. I know who's dating who. What to wear for the season and what not to wear. I know what's hot and what's not. I'm the kid everyone goes to when they need answers. I guess you could say I was their ruler. It felt good to be on top.

Lunch rolled around and I stood at the doorway of the cafeteria, looking over my kingdom and my people. There were two people I was especially searching for. I was friends with both of them and knew I was the only one who could join these two. Ah-ha, there they are. Walking to their usual tables, sneaking glances at one another.

I watched the blond boy sit at a lunch table with Richard Grayson, a black, spikey haired boy who was the richest guy in school, due to his adoptive parent, Bruce Wayne. He was making out with the red haired, green eyed Irish babe, Kory Anders. She was single handedly the hottest girl Jump City had ever seen. She had moved here from Ireland and was new to American things, which meant she really liked experimenting. Richard and Kory had been dating for over five months now, ever since a vacation to Tokyo, they'd been inseparable. It would seem that Garfield was the odd man out, well that would be true if it weren't for his hippie girlfriend, Terra. She had recently transferred to JCH about the time of the Valentine's Day Dance. She had seen Rachel's interest in him and made her move. She was a spiteful bitch, but Garfield had never seemed to notice it.

Tearing my eyes away from the quartet, I sought out the purple hair that belonged to the leader of the outcasts. Rachel. She was a Goth to the fullest. No question about it. At her table, sat boys and girls dressed in dark colors. The table seemed to have the scent of death around them for I noticed no one coming around the table. They were a dangerous group, but everyone deserved love right?

Of course they do. But just how am I supposed to get a Goth and a 'hero', as the quartet was called for their endless good deed actions, together. Completely opposite of each other, yet, completely perfect for each other. I was going to have to work hard on this one. I might even need help, but that would come later.

"Hey, Caesar, are you coming to sit with us today, or what?" I looked over my shoulder at the sound of my nickname to see a young freshman waving his arms.

I chuckled, "Nah, man, maybe next week. I have other things I need to take care of." He nodded his head and went back to his lunch.

As I walked down the aisles of tables, my fellow students delivered high fives and hellos, "What's up, Caesar?" "How you doing, Caesar?" "What new ideas have you come up with today, Caesar?" I answered them all as best as I could, trying to keep up with them. But it was hard sometimes. I walked to Garfield and sat down.

"Hey, guys, mind if I sit with you?" I asked politely.

They all shook their heads, "No way, of course you can, Caesar."

Terra was staring at me and I tried my hardest not to snap at her, "Can I help you, terra?"

She nodded, "Yeah, you can actually. I was just wondering why they call you Caesar."

I looked into her blue eyes hard, "Because Caesar was an excellent ruler. The students see me as their ruler. Plus it's the only gender neutral word that was found. Equality is precious beyond anything else."

She looked away quickly, "Oh, well, that's cool then." I smiled deviously, damn right woman, look away.

Turning my attention back to the issue at hand, I looked at Garfield, a plan developing in my head, "Hey, man, I have a problem. Could you help me out?"

He nodded eagerly, "Yeah, most definitely. What is is?"

I smiled; oh this was going to work out perfectly, "Well, do you know who Rachel Roth is?"

He looked down briefly, "The Goth?" he tried to put disgust in his voice, but it didn't work out for him.

"Yeah, that one. Well, you see, she's trying to start a revolt. I've tried to stop her, but she won't hear of it. And I thought, because of your devilish good looks you could talk to her and see what her deal is?" I hoped like hell this wasn't going to blow up in my face.

His voice rang with embarrassment, "Yeah, sure, Caesar. I'll talk to her after school."

"Cool. Thanks, man. Well, I gotta jet. Peace!" I stood up and made my way past Rachel's table.

I set my tray down beside her, "I gotta talk to you." She nodded. "Alone." I said pointedly to her crew.

"Fine." She looked to her Goths, "It's cool, guys, I'll see you all later." She always talked in a monotone pitch. It had something to do with no emotions or whatever, I never understood it. "What can I help you with, Caesar?"

I sat down, "Alright, so here's the thing. Do you know who Garfield Logan is?"

She blinked, "The hero?" her voice never changed tones.

"Yeah, that one. Well, you see, he's trying to take my 'throne' if you will. I've tried to talk some sense into him, but he won't listen. And I though, because of your collectiveness that you could talk to him and see what his deal is?" I really hope this thing would blow up in my face.

Still no emotion in her voice, but I could see it in her eyes, "Yes, I can do that, Caesar. I'll converse with him after school."

"Alright! Thanks, Rae."

"Don't call me that."

"Oh, sorry. Well I gotta go now. Bye and thanks for the help." I stood up and left the cafeteria as quickly as I could. There was no way in hell this WASN'T going to blow up in my face.