A/n: Hello, all! This is the first chapter to one of my favorite stories. It's written with Yamisangel101. Sorry if it's a bit OOC, forgive her this is her first teen titan fanfic. don't forgive me for OOC because i shud no better XD So read and review and tell us what you think, because yami is a great writer so i think the story is going to turn out wonderful :)
Disclaimer: We don't own teentitans. we just own the idea. :)
Jump City High, home to the four-year undefeated Cougars, is a school full of friendship, happiness, and a large range of academics. The school was very big, but who wouldn't know the guys of the victorious football team? Girls wanted to date them, guys wanted to be them, with the exception of one certain girl who always caught the wide receiver's eye. Wide receiver, Garfield Logan, or Gar to his friends, had to be one of the most popular guys at Jump City High. A particularly short boy compared to the rest of the team, ranging at around 5'11 with a head full of blonde hair and a handsome pale face and deep green eyes, was the class clown of the school.
His two best friends, Richard Grayson and Victor Stone, were always by his side. Both playing alongside with him on the football field and off the field whether in school or outside of school, they traveled in a pack. Victor was a big man with a chocolate complexion and large muscles. He reached to 6 feet even, and he was definitely the big brother of the group. He is the quarterback on the Jump City High Cougars, and he is currently dating Karen Beecher, a small black girl on the cheerleading team.
As for Richard, he was well known all around the city. A handsome young fellow, heir to Bruce Wayne, the richest man in the state of California, held a head of rich black hair and an olive complexion, along with a cocky grin and a certain confidence in his step.
The three of them were sitting on the bleachers, looking back at the field that gave them such confidence, talking as they took a break from practice and watched the rest of the team run around the field. On their right the cheerleaders donned in blue and silver miniskirts and crop-tops danced and practiced with their little songs.
The boys watched them intently, picking out their favorites, though, for some reason, the blonde one was distracted by a different girl. One sitting at the top step of the bleachers, completely ignoring the boys and reading a book. She had a petite frame, slouched over her reading; her mahogany locks of hair were acting as a curtain to shield her from the rest of the world. She wasn't wearing a mini skirt as the other girls wore, but a pair of tight jeans, some half-gloves, and a black and white horizontally striped shirt that loosely fit her small figure.
Gar glanced over at Richard, "Hey Dick, have you bounced any booty yet?" A cheeky grin making its way across his face, bearing his unusually pointy canines.
Richard didn't turn back to him; he kept his eyes on the cheerleaders. "I don't know, Dude. I think I'm really into this one girl." He gave a smile then took his eyes off of the group of girls to meet his friend's gawk. "Yeah, she's kind of special. I may even ask her out."
Gar shifted his gaze from the field, over to Richard. Was it possible that one of his best friends was most certainly crushing over some girl? He gave a slight shrug. "Oh really? That's pretty cool - who is she?" But then something else came to his mind. "If you do ask this chick out, y'know that means you can't come booty hunting with me. I'm just trying to look out for my homeboy - that's all." He told his friend Richard, giving another grin.
Vic leaned over and hit Gar upside the head, knowing his friend was just playing around. "Yeah, Bro, who you going for? Maybe she's friends with Karen?"
Richard sighed and looked back to the team, especially at a certain redheaded girl. "She's friends with Karen. I'll tell you if it works out."
Gar couldn't help but to wonder just who this female was. If she had Richard's head in a spin, she must've been some kind of girl. It made him think about his own... well, kind of crush. If she even knew he existed at all. "You should definitely keep us posted. Maybe we could even give you some date suggestions?" Gar glanced over at Victor and chuckled, "Hey, I can surprise you - I'm quite the romanticist."
Victor scoffed, "Yeah, I'm sure that you're very romantic. If you're so damn romantic, then try dating a girl for more than a week. Some one that's smart, not those bimbos you usually date... someone like her." He pointed a finger at the brunette sitting at the top of the bleachers. "Rachel Roth."
Richard gave a laugh, "Ha! Like she even knows he's alive!"
Gar shifted his gaze away, he knew they were right. Both of them. Victor, well there was no denying that he was right. He had dated some 'winners' in the past. Of course with every girl he did see, he only wished they were Rachel. Only they weren't. There was a certain something about Miss Roth that intrigued him very much so. She was a challenge, not as 'easy' as the other ones. He quickly glanced over at the female, gracefully hovering over her book. He wished very much so that he was in a romance novel, with Rachel as his love interest. He'd have better chances of being with her in a novel of fiction instead of real life.
He heaved a light sigh, biting his lower lip as he was sent deeper into his thoughts.
As he dreamt of her as the princess and him as the handsome knight that runs to her rescue, he missed the part where she looked up from her book. She raised an eyebrow as he continued to stare at her, a goofy grin set upon his lips. She closed her book and headed toward them. In an instant, her pale form stood in front of his own.
"Any reason you're staring at me?" Her voice came out in a crackly monotone.
Garfield felt his cheeks become very hot with embarrassment. He didn't mean to upset her. Not at all. Everything about her just sent his thoughts for a whirl, especially how she was looking today. Pretty, very pretty. He just wanted to reach out and take her soft hand, kiss it gently and tell her how beautiful she was. Although she'd probably think he was bonkers for doing so.
"You're hot - no, well yes but... what I mean is..." He was starting to panic and that wasn't cool. Not at all. He wasn't concerned with being cool right now though, he just wanted to impress her slightly, but knew he had blown it. He glanced downward apologetically. "I'm sorry Rae, I didn't... mean to offend you. I'm just... not one hundred percent right now. Just ignore me alright?"
And that wasn't far from the truth. Because he wasn't overly feeling very well, but still.
She gave a smirk. "Oh trust me; it won't be hard to ignore pointless jerks like yourself, though I'd be more comfortable if you'd keep your 'googly eyes' in your head instead of on me." She then turned to the other two boys and her face went blank once more. "Hello, Vic, Dick." They both nodded at her and turned the other way, not wanting to be lectured by her as their friend was.
Garfield felt a pang at his heart, when she told him off like that. Of course he couldn't blame her - he was a pointless jerk. Not only that, but he was no one to his biggest crush in the world. He glanced at her and meekly tried to speak up. "You're right. I'm sorry." And he hoped that she actually would just go ahead and tell him off. It'd make him feel better. That and perhaps some good alcohol tonight.
She let out a deep breath and seemed to calm a bit. She was at a loss of words, she didn't expect that response. She wanted to smile but she held it back, a useless jerk didn't deserve her smile, no matter how cute. "Yeah. Well-" She was interrupted by a loud whistle.
"LOGAN! GRAYSON! STONE! Get back on this field, break's over!" The coach screamed.
Gar wanted to ram that whistle where the sun didn't shine - especially since his head was already pounding and blessed with a headache, but doing that would definitely get him canned from the team. He glanced at the beautiful creature standing before him. "I know you hate me, but listen... I can meet up with you shortly after school and you can tell me what you truly think of me. You can yell, scream... do whatever you like. But you deserve to share your opinion and I've always been taught to listen to others' opinions. So I'll be right here after dismissal. You can come or not. The offer stands."
She just raised an eyebrow, completely in awe by his response. She bit her bottom lip and looked down at her feet, her hair falling in her face. The three boys slipped on their helmets and ran off onto the field. She sat where he just was, and had to admit she was slightly impressed. She thought about looking up to watch them as they practiced, but decided against it as she opened her book and started where she left off, letting the book hide her small smile.