Look! I Havnet died!

It got messed up, thats why its all to the side and stuff, so sorry, but im too lazy to fix it... I promise the next one wont be like this. I think.

Sorry again.

"sleeping in class." Mr. Wilson sighed in that oh so familiar disapproving manor, his hands laced together and resting on his stomach as he leaned back in his tall leather chair. "what do you have to say for yourself, Mr. Grayson?" Dick briefly, but honestly, considered this question.

What did he haveto say for himself?

nothing, really.

Being the heir of a multi-billion dollar company, his future was
pretty much set in stone. Weather he slept through one English class,
or all of them through now till the end of the year, he was good to
go.

So, he just gave one of those delinquent 'don't know, don't care',
annoyed looking shrugs. It was the end of the day already, and he wanted to get away
from this hell hole.

"Madam Rouge worked very hard to put that final review together for
your class."

Yeah. And it had been as boring as hell. Mr. Wilson leaned forward, slowly, putting his face close to Dick's, trying to look as threating as possible. And if it had been anyone other than Dick, maybe it would've worked.
"it's kids like you who make my day miserable."

Dick rolled his eyes and stifled a snort. Luckily, Mr. Wilson couldn't see his eyes, due to the dark
sunglasses he always wore. Usually, they also conveniently prevented him from being caught sleeping in class. Unfortunately, today, he was in such a deep
slumber, that he snored slightly, and even drooled a bit.

But really, The only reason Wilson really cared was because he was
screwing Rouge. He'd bet his future multi-billion company on it.

"that's right." He continued, unaware of Dick not really paying attention. "Stupid lazy kids who think they own the world. Let me
tell you something mister..."

He liked to strike the stupid nerve, although it hardly caused
Dick to blink anymore.

He was in accelerated classes in school. The ones reserved for the
super smart kids who lived for homework. The one and only reason for
this was his father, Bruce.

Dick spent the first quarter and a half of his freshmen year in the regular tracks.
Then, somehow, his adoptive father, Bruce got wind of this, and he marched right to the
school and into the principles office, leaving Dick in the hallway, practically begging him not to.
Thirty grueling minutes later, Dick was in the accelerated program, with all new classes and schedule, practically halfway through the
year.

Only the best for Bruce Wayne's son. The best schools, classes, and education.

That way two years ago, and to this day, Dick wasn't sure how he did
it, though he speculated it had something to do with a large
donation. Large- that is, from the school's perspective, anyway.

(Remember - multi-billion)

Luckily, Dick was smart. So the classes weren't too hard for him. Just
too stiff. And too boring, too competitive, and way too much work. Especially for someone who already had their life mapped out.

He hated them.
But even though he could (barely) keep up, Wilson liked to throw 'stupid' around, hoping it stung that while other kids worked hard to
get into and stay in the classes, Dick just had to be rich.
and it just so happened he was very rich.

Between his riches, and his classes, not to mention
smoldering good looks, and ripped muscles (compliments of having your
own gym) he was prime playboy
material, and girls swarmed to him like bees to honey.
Girls were usually more important than school, in Dicks book.

Mr. Wilson was still working away on that lecture, but Dick wasn't really
paying attention. He just caught phrases here and there.

"in my day...would *never* tolerate...lazy kids. Just think they own
the world.....lazy...you....let me inform you that....nowhere in
life....all the time. Am I
understood?"

he nodded like a good little boy.

leaned back in his chair, and gave Dick the stink eye.
He glared the entire time he signed five demerits for Dick, and
practically threw them at him.
"Now get out of my office, Grayson."

He was only too eager to comply.

his friend Vic was waiting for him in the hallway. As soon as he saw
Dick approaching, his face broke into a wide grin.

Vic was one of his best friends since freshmen year. He was in almost
all of Dicks classes, and one of the smartest people Dick knew.

The other smartest person was Raven Roth, also in most of Dick's
classes. She was the smartest person in school, witch she was
attending the school on a full ride. Everyone knee she was going to be
Valedictorian. She was cunning, smart, and had a killer body to match,
though Dick had never been with her. People usually tended to keep
their distance from her. She also liked black, and to left alone.

"hey man," Vic chuckled, elbowing him playfully in the side "up all
night with Luann?"

Dick couldn't help grinning, a bit proudly. Vic always put him in a good mood.
"that chick couldn't get enough of me." they strolled lazily in the
direction of Dick's locker, Vic having already packed up any books
he'd need this weekend.
"but its true," Dick grinned, putting his hands in his pockets as he
strolled along confidently, "what they say about her. She's
very...'satisfying'."

and then they both laughed heartily.
"hey," Vic shrugged "what else are girls for-ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!! Karen!"
Karen, Vic's girlfriend, and sternly marched up to him and grabbed a
hold of his ear "you had better not just have said what I think you
said." she growled.

"ow, ow...." it was funny watching Karen, so thin and feminine
looking, easily bossing around broad shouldered, football playing,
built-like-a-mountain Vic.

"I was just saying t-that girls are beautiful delicate flowers that
deserve proper respect and attention." he stammered as Dick grinned,
watching.

"Yeah, that's what I thought you said," she growled, but released his ear.
His big hands gently took a hold of her hips and pulled them to him.
"Ready, babe?" he asked her. They were going out on their big
'anniversary' date today, after school.
"Mmmhmm." she nodded.

Vic turned his attention briefly to Dick "Alright, man, I'm off."
Dick waved as they walked down the hallway, but he knew that Vic
didn't see. He was too wrapped up in Karen.
Dick just didn't understand how you could stay with one girl so long.
He admired them for it, but doubted he'd ever have anything like that.
And he didn't really have a desire for it right now.

He took all the time he wanted, packing up his stuff for the weekend,
lazily wondering if Raven would let him copy her English notes.
......again.

Probably not.
Nothing annoyed her more then Dick begging for her notes after he fell
asleep in class.
Except pink, witch was her least favorite color. And bad movies. And
stupid people. And people who wasted her time. And people who
interrupted her when she was reading. And...well okay, a lot of things
annoyed Raven.

Dick hummed to himself as he slug his bag over his shoulder. The
hallways were almost completely empty and mostly noiseless.
As he passed a wide, spotless window, he saw buses pulling away and
gave one of his frequent prayers that he had finally acquired his own
ride.

after he and Vic luster after this motorcycle for over a year,
religiously visiting it everyday, it finally appeared in the garage
for a back-to-school present.
It was Dick's most prized possession.
And he had a of of possessions.

As he exited the school, he caught a flash of Red hair.
only one person in the entire school had hair so bright and red.
Kori Anders. He only had lunch with her.

And that was about the only thing he knew about her. That and how she
was dating his arch nemesis, Xaiver Red.
Who, currently managed to flip him off even as he sped out of the
parking lot on his own (not as cool) bike, Kori clinging to his back,
red hair fanning out behind her.
Dick climbed onto his bike.
Some people said Xaiver and Dick could be best friends, if not bothers.
Too bad they hated each other's guts.
They both had spiked black hair but of variating shades of darkness,
intimidating build, and money.
They were always paired up as neck-and-neck competitors, over everything.

When Dick got home, he flung his backpack, full of ticking time bombs
of homework assignments due Monday, to the ground, and flipped through
the numerous TV channels.
The rest of the weekend was no more uneventful than usual.
On Saturday night he went to a party, and hooked up with a girl who
liked to call herself 'Jay'.
Sunday was specifically reserved for torturing himself, otherwise know
as slaving over his homework.
It went by like any other weekend witch followed his normal, any other
typical week.

No body knew how things were going to change.

So tell me what you thought. I thought the ending was a little rushed...

lemmie know if you want more.