Okay, lupine-eyes, I love you. I just couldn't remember their names and you told me!! 333 Thank you! This is going to be my second time re-posting the fanfic, but it's only my first one, so bear with me!
And it might suck for a while, but oh well. Notes: For all of the people out there who don't know the team's real names: Richard Grayson Robin, Kori Starfire, Victor Cyborg, and Garfield Beast Boy. Raven is just plain old Raven. And my favorite angst-y character.
Enjoy!
DaBuddha
DISCLAIMER: I do not nor wish to own Teen Titans. It is copy written by DC Comics and Cartoon Network.
Chapter 1
(A/N: There are going to be POVs from EVERYBODY on the team and maybe some staff members from the school.)
Richard's POV
I am stuck with two of the most annoying people on the PLANET! How do I possibly know this? The last half hour with the empty brains has been a disaster! First, we get lost on our way to the dorms. How hard is it to find the stupid college dorms?? They're on Math Ave. (I know, retarded, right?) and we even got MAPS of the place! I'm gonna just drop you down into the situation.
"Oh my God! Just give me the damn map!" I snapped at Garfield, my clear blue eyes boring holes into the side of his head as I grabbed for the already crumpled piece of paper. He held it away from me. His gloved finger traced Literature Street and Historical Rd. before ending up on Math Ave. again. We were on the other side of the campus at Stories Street. Gah, I thought, completely annoyed with my companions.
"Just follow me," Victor said.
"We are not following you! Why don't we follow the intelligent one with the -" I snatched the map from Garfield – "MAP! You haven't listened to me once yet!" I snapped. I was on the edge of my very last nerve! I couldn't take it any longer!
"Wow… Somebody's just a bit peeved," Garfield said, eyeing me as If I were crazy.
"Ya think?" I snapped.
After about 15 minutes of my glowering at them both, Victor said smugly, "Looks like we're here," as we passed Math Ave. I frowned as I looked up. It looks like we had found the dorms after all. I was still glowering as we walked inside.
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When I got over my annoyance with the two idiots, I started to unpack my clothes. Then I recalled that I wanted to get my classes schedule ASAP and get to the cafeteria. I was starving! I took my I Pod off and said to the two guys, "Hey guys. The new and improved -" they looked at me – "way of unpacking. Dump all of your crap on your bed!" I turned my suitcase upside down and let all my belongings fall on the mattress. I stared at my work proudly before turning to look at Garfield and Victor. They looked at each other, shrugged, and followed suit. We would put our stuff away later. But for right now, I wanted to get to the café!
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Kori's POV
I was driving in my 1960's purple Chevy van to the College. When I pulled into the parking lot, the first thing I noticed was all of the bustling students in their different attires. There were girls in pink V-Necks, girls in grey hoodies or really baggy cargo pants, boys in plaid shirts with slicked hair and glasses, but the group I really noticed were 3 boys standing out front arguing, their heads hovering above map. A boy with black hair (that's all I could see, as his back was turned to me) was the shortest one was tugging on a tall African American's sleeve, yelling at him, and pointing off in some direction.
Said African American was looking down on him as if he was a little child and he was smirking. Another figure on the right of the Boy With Black Hair (BWBH) was tracing his finger on the map. The BWBH turned towards him and I gasped. He had the most beautiful clear blue eyes I have ever seen in my entire life! They were like liquid, but they were angry. I made up my mind: he was the most attractive being on campus. As I sat there, gaping at them, they moved on.
A honking horn of the car behind me woke me of my trance. Oops, I thought, pressing into gas again. As soon as I found a parking lot, I grabbed my bags and headed for the office.
Raven's POV
This is pointless, I thought as I stood in front of the main office's desk. The secretary was getting out several different brochures on school activities. Listen lady! I don't need to damned brochures! I was about to say, but held back. It would be rude. She was just trying to help anyway.
"Here you are, Raven," the secretary, Ms. Jordan, by the looks of her plaque on the desk, said as she handed me 5 different brochures. "We have acting, singing, sports, math team to compete in the state-wide competitions, and after-and-before hours reading and writing, if you are interested in that field."
"Er… thanks, Ms. Jordan," I muttered as I took the friendly and bright brochures and shoved them in my black messenger bag.
"Is there anything else I could assist you with?" Ms. Jordan asked, shuffling through papers next to her monitor.
"Yeah, a map of the campus would be great," I answered, fiddling with a piece of my black hair. (A/N: Yes, in my fanfic, her hair is black… for about five chapters maybe. I don't know yet.)
"Yes, of course! Here you are dear! Campus dorms are this way, the café is this way, and classes are in that general direction." Ms. J. was pointing to a much larger map of the campus stapled to the wall with a stick.
"Y-Yeah, thanks. Good bye, Ms. Jordan," I said, turning to the way out. A very beautiful girl with orange hair and ivory skin walked in.
"Hello!" she said to the secretary. She was trying to get her bags in through the door, though one was stuck. I held back a laugh.
"Here, let me help you with that," I told her, reaching for her stuck pink bag. (Pink, ugh.) When I got close to her, I felt a tingle go through my body. (No, not in THAT way, you perverts!) "Uh, have we met?" I asked her, my face forming a confused look.
"Um, I don't… think so," she replied, her face as confused as mine felt.
"Huh…" I said. "Anyway, I can help you with your bags if you want. Here, let me take these." I gestured to her 2 bags she had shoved under her arm.
"Thank you, friend," she gasped, handing me her cases. I set them on the floor of the office and reaching for the one she had tucked around the door.
"How did you manage that?" I asked, eyeing her work of art.
"I honestly don't know," she replied. I walked outside into the chilly morning air and held up the big roller, shifting it so that it would go through the door.
"Thanks, again," she said, chuckling. "I'm Kori."
"Raven." I held out my hand for her to shake. Instead, she looked shocked. She shrugged and gave me a hug. "Uh," I gasped.
"Well then, Raven. Coffee later today?" she asked.
"Sure. Bye, Kori." And I left that warm office to get into my black Mercedes Benz.
Somewhere in Los Angeles
"Dammit!" The anonymous figure paced in front of his large monitor that was hanging on the wall. "They have met! I cannot have this happen! This small immature group has stopped every villain they've encountered! If I let this go on, they will soon all meet and the revolution of villains will never be complete! I have to-to stop them!"
As he strode in his large room, a tall man with a British accent and silver hair framing his young beautiful features emerged from the dark. "Sir? What should I do now?" he asked his "master" or "creator".
"Make sure they are drawn apart from each other! Use whatever methods you must, Eirian! Anything!"
(A/N: It's not Slade. It's a villain I made up. A villain with a speech issue. When he said, "I have to-to stop them!" he was stammering… It's a habit. And Eirian is supposed to be a sexy henchman. ;D)