Okay, shoot me. I gave in and decided to write a Teen Titans highschool fic when I'm partway through writing the second chapter of my first fic. But it's irresistable xD Please read and review! You can flame, but if you do you'll wish you hadn't.
To answer any questions, the pairings are Raven x Robin and BB x Terra.
The sun set behind a magnificent row of mountains, bathing a beautiful, violet haired girl in its holy light. The sun was streaked with exquisite peachy golds, the clouds soft and flowing together in a sea of cotton.
Raven ran her hand through her hair and crossed her slender legs, laying her palms on her knees. She did not float above the black sheets of her bed, but her mind soared up to the now star-stricken sky, piercing the constellations and wandering the atmosphere. Her grey skin appeared to shine in the soft moonlight, her hair falling over her shoulders in a state of natural untidiness. Her eyes were heavily shadowed with onyx, thick lashes coloured to the darkest black with mascara. She wore skin jewelry, a black swirl on the outer corners of each eye. Her nightgown was black, with thick straps going around her neck.
A few hours later, Raven's eyes reluctantly fluttered open, and swiveled around to glance at the clock. 2:30. She scowled. Of course, she had better get to sleep, because she started high school the next day. Great. Sweaty jocks flirting with the preppy cheerleaders, preppy cheerleaders giggling their stupid blonde heads off, poser Goths and Punks, and then there was the usual group of guys who thought they were all that. As she thought of them, the image of Richard, seemingly their "leader", popped into her head. He was as arrogant and childish as a preschool kid, but even she, the Ice Queen, had to admit that he was hot.
And yet every year he teased her about how emotionless and tough she was, about the way she dressed and her "religion," as he put it.
"Ugh. I must need to sleep. That little worm is invading my head again."
A loud, consistent buzzing slashed through the image of one violet haired Goth burning down Jump City High. Rolling over, she slapped the clock viciously and threw back the covers. Rising from her bed, Raven trudged across the room, flung open her door unceremoniously and stepped into the bathroom. Turning the lock, she undressed and climbed into the shower, the hot water soothing to her tensed muscles.
15 minutes later she joined her older brother, Falcon, at the table. Their mother having been an environmentalist, she particularly loved birds and so named her children after her favourite species. Grabbing the teapot, she poured some of the amber-coloured liquid into her cup and added some mint leaves. Without taking her eyes off of her cup she poured herself a bowl of cereal and emptied the jug of milk into it. "Well, you're cheery this morning," joked Falcon. Raven picked up a spoon and flung it at him, then got another and began to eat her breakfast.
Just as the loud, shrilling school bell rang, a black pickup pulled up outside Jump City High. The door opened, and lo and behold Raven Roth stepped out in all her Gothic glory. She wore a black skirt that just barely met the dress code of no-shorter-than-the-tips-of-your-fingers, so help you God, as Raven put it, knee length socks in leotard material, 3 inch high platform boots, and a leather halter top that showed off her bare midriff and belly button ring. Her eyes were, like the night before, shadowed with onyx, darkened with mascara and decorated with swirling body jewelry. Her shoulder length violet hair left down, naturally untidy. Little did she know, she was being watched by one Richard Grayson, who was alone and looked like his eyes would pop out of his head.
Making her way over to the gymnasium, where the classes were assigned, she avoided most of the people, particularly Kori Anders, who had orange skin, red hair and a love for pouncing unexpectedly on you and administering a bone crushing hug.
Entering the gym, she ignored the principal's friendly wave and sat up against the wall. A moment later she wished she hadn't - Richard walked over, paused, and sat beside her. She noticed that he looked mature, older. Little did she know that, over the summer, Richard had lost his parents.
Starting to get up, she felt his hand on her bare shoulder. The strain on his face and misery in his blue eyes told her enough, but she still fought him. "Please," he whispered. "Stay with m-"
Right then, the principal tapped the mic and Raven was forced to remain seated beside Richard. "Hello, Ladies and Gentlemen. I am your principal and this," he gestured around him, "Is the gymnasium. Please rise for the singing of O Canada and remain standing for a moment of silence."
The anthem drawled on, and Raven wasn't hanging on to a word of any of it. She knew it off by heart, and besides - something about Richard had illuminated something she had never known, and still couldn't place her finger on it. When the anthem faded away, neither she or anyone else in the gym bowed their heads. Suddenly there was a wave of motion and the whole school had seated themselves on the floor, Raven edging away from Richard and ignoring his whispers of "Raven, listen to me!"
The principal began his speech, during which there was an outbreak of chatter. But dead silence fell upon the room when the class lists began. Raven hung on to every word, until finally the principal announced her name - she was to be in Mr. Wayne's class, and 'praise the Lord,' she thought, 'I'm in Grayson's class. Great.'
When all the classes were lined up behind their teacher, the principal - who turned out to be Mr. Wayne - stood in front of the group. "This year, we will be pairing every student with someone of the opposite sex who they will partner with for any assignment. These are the following pairs: Kori Anders and..."
And so the list went on and on, until Raven's nightmare as of five minutes ago came true.
"Raven Roth and Richard Grayson."