I'm so sorry, my story had gotten deleted some how! ;( I've actually been working on this story for a while and what better way to start off the story with-
Shit. I'm starting over. Throwing my whole life away. Shit was exactly what it was. Just when you think you love someone they turn around and stab you in the fucking chest. I know I was a playboy who's had a bad past but, that doesn't mean you treat me any less than a human being. That doesn't mean you don't trust me. It's not like I've been fucking other girls or like I've been fucking Kory or Katrina. Definitely not Katrina. I used to date her but that was one of the biggest mistakes I ever made in my life and I've made some pretty bad mistakes. She never got over me. Never.
I think she cheated on me because I pointed out to her that she was treating my friends wrongly. I understand we're both rich and we have to go to these fancy balls which we have to be on out best behavior because the cameras are always watching but, you don't have to be all bitchy around my friends. I told her what she did wrong and two days later she was sleeping with some guy...I know his name...Just give me a second. Turns out she's been seeing other guys. She's dating some other guy I forgot the name of. Whoever he is, they've been sneaking behind my back. Now I know how girls feel when they get cheated on. They feel like absolute shit. To top it all off Babs told the whole world that I was the one who cheated on her. And she was in a wheelchair because of some accident which makes me look like a bigger jerk. It was this High school shit that I had to live with. Of coarse, everyone believed her and it was pretty damn believable. Even though everyone heard the rumor that didn't stop the countless number of girls still swooning over me.
But the thing is, Babs isn't the only cheater out there. I used to date Kory Anders and she was the best fucking thing that has ever happened to me. Bruce liked her. Tim liked her and Alfred liked her. Most people say I cheated on her with some hit it and quit it and others say Bruce made me break up with her. Like I said, Bruce actually liked so none of which are true. Those are just rumors. I don't fucking know why I broke up with her.
The only fact they heard which was actually true was that I was single. That doesn't exactly mean I'm going to sleep with them, though. I'm usually one of these people who start the faulty rumors and I think it had to do with the crowd of people you hung around.
For example, there's Vic. I met him in middle school, seventh grade. Vic used to be my friend and Kory's friend and then I cheated on her and he hates me now. Along with Rachel, Gar, Karen, Jenny and Wally. Vic is a very athletic guy, unlike Garfield Logan, and that's exactly why Vic got on the football team and not Garfield. Along with me and Roy Harper. Wally was on the track team. Garth had silk, black hair and was on the swim team. Roy was a thick headed ginger who didn't give a damn what you said, sort of like Rachel and in a way, like Kory. Garfield was one of the people we joked on. Not in front of his face but he made it easier do to so when he slipped in the middle of the cafeteria and dumped his lunch all over himself and when he had scrawny little muscles. Not to mention he was a vegetarian and his name was simply laughable. His only friends were Rachel Roth and the unforgettable Kory Anders. Those were the people we, Roy and Garth, didn't hang out with. The closest we ever gotten was whenever I would flirt with her, not when me and Babs were dating.
High school was almost over. It was June first and school ended June twelfth. After that everyone would be graduating and having to get on with the rest of our sorrowful lives. I had a childhood dream of being a hero. Well, my first dream was to be an amazing acrobat but, shit happens. Complete shit. I already had my college papers and my apartment papers. I had my fake friends in this fake city. So why wasn't I happy? Because I didn't have Kory Anders anymore.
See, Kory had this auburn, long hair. And emerald colored eyes that could make you melt without even batting a damn eyelash. When I was dating Babs, I made sure my focus was on Babs and only her. Then, she cheated on me and my focus drifted off back to Kory. She was every man's dream. She had a figure that supermodels would have killed for. A better heart than Babs and Katrina and any other person in the world. I couldn't have her, though. I had to cheat on her. I had to screw things up and be a dick. I deserved to be cheated on.
"Get your head out of the clouds, Grayson!" Coach hollered at me. We were having a practice game.
Vic looked at me with a sympathetic expression. The last fucking thing I needed was his sympathy. I got my head back into the game and out of Babs's game of rumors. I got my head out of my pathetic love life. Roy threw me the ball which I caught and I ran it down the field.
"Make it a touchdown!" Vic hollered at me. I obeyed and I ran past Johnny Rancid, who nearly tackled me, and fell towards the end. Cheers were heard from the bleachers where girls were sitting watching us practice. Coach almost banned them from coming because he proclaimed they were distracting us. Cheerleaders practiced their cheering routines for the big game. I saw Kitten and Karen, Vic's girlfriend, coach the other cheerleaders. I shivered from the morning air. Normally practices would be at the end of the day so we could just drive home afterwards and we wouldn't have to get all sweaty and still go back to class.
"That's a wrap!" I heard Coach yell. We all ran back into the locker rooms or at least we tried to.
"Nice job out there guys," Karina called after me.
"Thanks," I muttered and took off to follow the other guys.
"Good job, babe!" Karen yelled to Vic. I didn't hear Vic's response because I was already inside. Everyone talked about someone else's boobs. All of us in the locker room has at least seen one pair of breasts and we were telling our stories. I wasn't really listening until they said something about Kory Anders.
"Yeah I took her home and we made it all the way to third base. There were handcuffs and everything!" Roy was trying to keep his cool.
"So are you with her now?" Vic asked wrapping his towel around his shoulders. We all knew the answer to that question.
"What? 'Coarse not. I'm seeing a bunch of other girls and Kory is just like a booty-call," he said rubbing his chin in the process. As if he was thinking about this the same time he was saying it. What a damn liar.
"Define booty-call," I asked challenging.
"You know, just having sex with her!" he said excitingly like that was what happened in one of his dreams. He collected himself before turning serious again.
That's a big no. So now, guys are only interested in someone if they had big boobs and a big butt? It's about what's on the inside. Sure, you like someone because their butt looks a certain way but then again don't make that the only reason you love her. Or him. Okay I should shut the fuck up now. How ironic and hypocritical.
"Oh yeah?" Johnny asked, "Well then why don't you kiss her and talk to her during free period, while we're all watching!"
"What did her boobs look like?" someone asked him as if he was the expert. I have to get out of here.
All of the guys whistled and made oohs and ahhs. Kory was popular because of her figure, her hair and her eyes. She was unpopular because of the people she hung out with and she didn't really get along with Katrina. Katrina made me think about Babs and Babs was a bitch and a whore. She fucking cheated on me with...with...I don't fucking know! That's exactly what got me here because I didn't fucking know anything. Sure I knew four different languages and have all A's and one B+ it's when I don't know anything I know everything. Once my mind is totally filled up there's no more space available for other thoughts. Sorry, that didn't make a whole lot of sense.
I already had my clothes I was wearing the entire day and now I just want to go home. By home I mean the mansion. Yes, I know going home means running into my shit headed brother, Tim, but I really wanted to go home. Maybe it was an excuse to get out of the locker room. I don't fucking know. I left and ignored Vic who was calling my name, hopped onto my motorcycle and drove off. Another one bites the dust.
Where was I going? I didn't fucking know. I just wanted to go home like I said. I knew I still had a whole day full of the same boring classes and a bunch of air headed people to meet and to be polite to. Maybe that's the reason I wanted to leave so badly. Usually, if a student left school early without a note or a parent or something that would be called skipping class. Skipping class meant detention and other consequences by Principal Wilson. However, being a billionaire has it's advantages.
I didn't have time to put my helmet on because I rushing to get out of there before Vic caught me, which he did. It was a waste to put it on now because I was so close to the manor. Matter of fact, I was at the manor. I parked my motorcycle in the garage and unlocked the backdoor. Quietly, I slipped off my boots and walked inside the mansion. I didn't see Alfred anywhere in the living room or the hallways. I walked into the kitchen, preparing a hot pocket to eat.
"Master Dick," the voice startled me,"Are you on your lunch break this early?"
I should've known I couldn't hide anything from Alfred. Especially not this early in the morning. "Um, you know me just," I searched for the right words, "Taking a break."
He nodded while grabbing something from the pantry,"Well, I think it is best if you go back to school before Master Bruce gets back."
Dammit, I forgot about him. My stepfather was going to fry me over if he found out I was skipping class. He was the one who constantly told me to get my grades in order and to focus on school and not on girls' tits. Bruce was the one who told me not to pick a fight between Tim, even though, Tim was the one who started the fights.
"You're right," I muttered. I knew that he was and so I walked back to the microwave, that was beeping, and took out the hot pocket. "Right after this meal. Could you write me a note, Al?" I told his grabbing a paper plate not wanting Alfred to have to wash my dish.
"Of coarse," Alfred said with his old man smile," And I will be preparing my famous chocolate chip cookies for dessert tonight."
I laughed at that. Looks like that means I can't disappear from dinner tonight. Alfred's chocolate chip cookies were the best. I sat down at the kitchen table as Alfred started to prepare something over the stove. I began checking my phone and taking little bites because it was piping hot. That thing tasted like lava.
"Tim's here?" I asked taking a gulp from my water bottle.
"Yes, I was just about to run him of to school after I put the ribs in the oven," Alfred said clearing the sink.
"Hey! Al!" Tim yelled running down the steps.
"Speaking of the devil," I muttered and Alfred shook his head.
He stopped at the table before whining,"Aw, Al, you didn't tell me the dick was here!"
"Shut the fuck up, Tim," I said taking another bite.
"What are you gonna do about it, Dick? You're just pissed that you let an amazing, hot ex-girlfriend of your slip through your stubborn little fingers," Tim picked up my hot pocket and took a bite out of it.
"You little shit!"
"Boys! I think it's best if you go back to school now, Master Dick and Tim, you best be ready to eat your breakfast and prepare to leave for school, as well," Alfred said without looking at either of us.
"Wait, what is Tim doing here anyways?" I asked. He was in the 9th grade which is in high school.
"Wan't feeling too hot but, I know your ex-girlfriend, what was her name," he paused to think,"Kory, is feeling hot and sexy."
"Tim if you don't shut the fuck up-"
"Bite me, Grayson!"
I stood up and Alfred blocked the way, handing me my black book bag and a note that excused my tardiness. Since when did he have time to write my note? I grabbed it from his hands and walked back out the way I came, slipping back on my shoes. Putting my helmet on, I fired up the engine and rode off to school. The same place I tried to run away from.
8:47 am Dr. Light's Class
All eyes were on me as I walked into the class with my note from Alfred. I took my normal seat in the back and Dr. Light continued talking to the class. I had the perfect seat for viewing Kory and Kole, one of her friends that she was currently whispering to. Of coarse she looked beautiful, just like the day I lost her. I stared at her through my sunglasses. She was wearing a white T-shirt with a picture on it. I couldn't tell what the picture was based on the position I sat from her. She was wearing light colored capris and brown sandals. Her long, auburn hair was in high ponytail. Kole had on a baby blue tank top and some white shorts and converse. Maybe her hair was always like this or maybe I just don't pay attention but, Kole's hair was dyed a titanium color with a hint of pink. Kory laughed about something Kole said and I couldn't help but feel left out.
"Okay class, now I have some exciting news!" Dr. Light said. The class stopped talking for a minute. "We are going to be doing a science project on biomes! And the good news is that it will be a partnered assignment!"
People started buzzing again and discussing who they were going to be partnered up with. I didn't really have friends in this class. Funny, The Dick Grayson doesn't have friends. This isn't how it was last year but, then again, last year Kory was still my girl.
"Okay, simmer down! The bad news is that I will be assigning your partners," After that sentence everyone groaned including me. The worst that can happen is that I'll get paired up with Babs or Xavier. Wait, Xavier is Bab's new boyfriend. The one she cheated on me with.
He smacked his lips a couple of times before reading off of his clipboard,"Rachel and Xavier, Tara and Kole, Jenny and Isaiah, Garfield and Mr. Tardy-"
"I told you call me Gar!" Gar whined and snickers and chortles were heard throughout the room.
Dr. Light sighed,"Gar and Dick, Katrina and Toni, let's see, Malcolm and Joseph, Karen and Jade and last but, not least, Kory and Barbra."
They sighed and groaned. It could have been worse. I could have been paired up with Babs or Xavier. I mean I wanted to be paired with Kory.
"We're going to get a head start on this class so you may discuss the biome your group will be doing and if you want, the directions are on my desk," Dr. Light said while sitting down in his rolling chair.
Gar walked over to me and pulled out a notebook and a pencil. I guess I should've done the same but, we could share the paper. Gar was wearing a black T-shirt that had a picture of Pokemon on it and some regular jeans and black converse. His ears were slightly pointed.
"So, I was thinking we could do the rainforest or something," he said while writing a sloppy list on the paper,"Oh, and we can probably pick up things for the project at DollarTree or something-"
"Hey, Gar," I said. It was the first time in a year since I've spoken to properly.
He stopped writing the list and stared at me. "Um, hey," he replied awkwardly. He slowly picked up his pencil and continued writing the list.
"I haven't heard you say dude in a while," I said which was true. When we were still friends, he said 'dude' all the time.
"Yeah," he gave a fake chuckle and ripped the page out of the spiral notebook.
"And look," I pointed to his dark brown hair,"No green highlights anymore!" I thought this conversation was going good until I saw the annoyed look on his face.
"I thought the highlights were cool until you jerks kept joking on me about it," Gar said stuffing the list in his camouflage colored book bag.
"Oh, yeah, sorry about that," I muttered. This conversation just took a turn for the worst.
He grunted and stared at the clock. Great, my partner was mad at me and we still had like, twenty minutes of class left. I looked over at Kory who was annoyingly working with Babs who was talking the whole time. Gar got up and walked towards her, leaving me by myself. I stared at Gar who made Kory's face light up with a smile. I remember when I could do that but, now whenever I see her, her face goes blank. Like she doesn't know how to feel. I know Kory, or used to know her, and she was very emotional. I think it had something to do with she was part Hawaiian.
And since I was the loner and dick that I was I just sat there, by myself, for the remaining part of class. And that's how I was for the rest of the day and how I was going to be for the rest of my life. Or so I had thought.
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