Here's the sequel to Hate Me. I really hope it'll be good. Please read and review!
Here goes nothing lol.
Disclaimer: I don't own them! Gosh!
Kori sat comfortably in her chair and thanked the waitress for her hot chocolate. She placed her purse next to her and rubbed her hands together trying to scratch the paint off. She had just come out of work and was asked by her boss to meet her in this café. Kori, now a twenty-one year old woman was one of the most well known artists in this sector of Gotham City. Her dreams had really come true.
She took a sip or two and looked for her boss. She was nowhere to be seen. Outside people walked by in a hurry and cars drove by quite fast. It reminded her of New-York City.
It has been two years since she saw her old town. She didn't know what changes there might been or how her old friends were doing. They used to call each other regularly but that habit soon warred off.
In Kori's opinion, two years sounded like a short amount of time, but it she had changed a lot. Her fiery red hair, which used to reach her waist, was now cut short, reaching the middle of her back. Her emerald green eyes attracted as much attention as before, if not more, but went darker. She kept the same slim silhouette, even though she didn't get much taller. And her chest obviously grew, since that was the only place where all perverted men would look at.
She pushed her curled hair back but left her straight side swept bangs at their place.
Kori was convinced that this was her new life and that nothing was going to change that. She knew it once she took her first step out of the plane.
flashback -
''Please buckle your seatbelts and stay seated as the plane will touch down.''
Kori did as the voice said and looked out her window. She had no fear of flight like her fear of swimming. She thought of Richard and how he taught her and made her conquer her fears that night.
But of course Wilson didn't waste a single opportunity to try and hurt her.
She closed her eyes and tried to squeeze the memory out but it wouldn't be as easy as she expected. The only thing remaining in her mind was Richard's blue eyes looking straight inter her emerald ones. He seemed so betrayed by her.
She felt so messed up inside when she walked away from him like that.
The plain had finally touched down and everything happened in a heartbeat. She got off, took her luggage, her dog and walked into the airport looking for a familiar face.
Roy Harper's.
She remembered Roy having short orange hair and a very bright and soft skin. He wasn't very muscular or fat. He was just a skinny, friendly boy. But of course that was many, many years ago. That was the Roy she remembered. After he moved away with his family she never saw him again, but now everything was going to change.
She looked around for a small, orange haired boy but a hand was placed on her shoulder. She quickly turned around and came face to face with a tall, muscular man.
She looked up at him.
''Can I help you?''
The man raised an eyebrow. ''Kori! You didn't change a bit! It's me, Roy.'' His deep voice replied.
Her jaw dropped in surprise. He was strong, tall, his short hair was now long and was now a darker color. It fell flat on his face. He smiled at her and shook his head pushing his bangs to the side.
She looked in his deep eyes and saw another different… handsome… Roy. She smiled. Not at all like what she remembered…. Thank God.
''ROY!''
She let everything go, jumped on him and gave him a big friendly hug. He held her tight and laughed. His grasp made her think of Richard but she quickly pushed his picture out of her mind.
This was her new life and nobody would ruin it now.
- end flashback –
Now Richard's face would rarely invade her mind. It was mostly Roy's… The best part of coming here was getting to live with one of her best friends. When she was young, Kori was convinced that her and Roy were separated at birth or something. They were friends as long as she could remember and they a lot of catching up to do.
She took a sip of her hot chocolate and looked out the window, still no sign of her boss.
Thanks to Rachel's friends who hired her immediately after seeing what great potential she had, Kori was making money fast as well as new friends. Everything went much better than she expected…
flashback –
Kori walked in the studio and looked around. A tall, African American man approached her and smiled.
''Hey, I'm Vic. I'm guessing you're Kori, right? Rachel called us and warned us about you.''
''She warned you?''
''Yeah, she said you could be crazy or sumthin'.'' He scratched his head. ''Anyhow, Bee will be out any minute. So take a seat, little lady.'' He pointed to an empty chair. Then he picked up the suitcase with all her paintings inside and put them in Bee's office.
''She'll soon update you.''
Kori sat down and smiled at Victor. ''Who's Bee?''
''She's called Karen but she prefers you call her Bee. She's my girlfriend, founder of this studio and your new boss… if you're as good as what Rachel said.''
Kori shrugged. ''So who else works here?''
''Wally West doesn't exactly work here but this is like his second home. His ''girlfriend'' works here though, but she's on a trip right now. You'll meet her soon. And there's Tara Markov, she just started here.''
Kori's face lightened up.''I KNOW her! Does she have a boyfriend, cause everybody seems to have somebody here.'' She laughed.
''Well technically, no. But I am CONVINCED that Wally and Jinx, we call her, like each other. Do you have someone? I'm sure you left some sad, handsome guy back in your old town?''
''Not exactly. It's complicated.''
''Really? What happened?''
She looked at Victor and smiled. ''No. I didn't leave anyone behind. I'm as free as the wind.''
Before Victor could answer, Bee walked out of her office. She was a tall African American woman with deep brown eyes and a smile that could light up a room. ''Kori Anders?''
Kori immediately stood up. ''Yeah, that's me.''
''You're fired.''
Kori was lost.
Bee burst out into laughter. ''God I always wanted to say that. How can you be fired if you were never even hired??''
Silence.
''I told you a million times not to use that joke. It never works.''
Kori shook her head.
Bee sighed. ''Party poopers. Yes, you're hired girl. Get your stuff in here and start painting your heart out.''
end flashback –
Kori rolled her eyes at the thought of that. Bee was not born to be a comedian but she did have a very strong character.
''Kori! Gosh I'm sorry I'm late. I think everybody took sleeping pills. Cars seemed to be turtles on wheels.'' Bee took a seat next to her. Tara followed her not to far behind, eating Chinese food. ''I see you didn't have time to wash your hands? Your fingers look like paint brushes.''
Kori rolled her eyes and smiled. ''You wanted to see me, Bee? That rhymed!''
''Yeeaahh……… yes I wanted to see you. Kori, what are you doing this Sunday night?''
''KAREN! I'm taken, if that's your question.''
Karen sighed. ''Yes I know. It's difficult not to notice Roy's drool everywhere on the studio's floor. People could get killed! Didn't you ever think that someone might run in and just happen to not notice drool everywhere?''
''Get to the point.''
''My point it that there is no point. But on Sunday night, there's going to be an exhibition of—drum roll please…'' Karen looked over at Tara.
''Oh!'' Tara shook the Chinese food off her Chinese sticks and imitated a drum roll on the table with the sticks.
''—YOU PAINTINGS! And Tara's.''
Tara quit hitting the table. ''HEY!'' she picked up the small box and continued eating.
Kori's jaw dropped.
''And the best part of all of this is—drum roll! Tara! TARA!''
''I'm EATING!'' she hissed. She waved her box of food. Kori and Bee covered their noses.
''Girl, that's just nasty.'' Karen said taking a breath. She looked back at Kori.
''As I was saying, the best part of all of this is… there's going to be an auction! We're gonna auction off your paintings? What do you say?''
Kori's face lit up. ''I say YES! This is a DREAM come true!''
Tara finally joined in. ''And you can bring whoever you want. You know like a date.''
''But we all know who you're gonna bring.''
''ROYYYY.'' They both chanted.
Kori rolled her eyes. ''Shut. Up. Before I make you shut up.''
''But you've got to admit, we are right.'' Tara said.
Kori looked away then nodded and sighed. ''I can't believe my boss and my coworker know everything about me.''
''We are best friends after all, hon.''
That was true. Every time Kori went to work, she never felt as she was really working. It was more like… finger painting with friends. Kori picked up her purse and stood up.
''Do you have anything else to tell me? Cause I really got to get home.''
Tara took another bite of whatever she was eating. ''We wouldn't want your Roy to be waiting.''
Karen pushed Tara's food away and waved goodbye to Kori who had just walked out the door. ''DON'T DO NOTHIN' NAUGHTY!''
Kori stepped out on the sidewalk and shaded her eyes with her hand. She then took a right and walked back to her apartment—her and Roy's apartment. They never did anything naughty, but let's just say that since Kori moved in they had a lot of time to catch up and to get close.
Two years really made the difference. People said she looked better and was becoming a more mature person over the years. Kori thought she was going in the opposite direction. She was crazier than ever and felt like a ten year-old kid with her friends.
She entered a building and took the elevator to get to the fifth floor. Another woman entered the elevator with her and smiled at Kori. Kori smiled back and waited for the slow elevator to get to the fifth floor.
The woman examined Kori from head to toe. Kori whipped her mouth, straightened her shirt, wondered if she something between her teeth…
''You're Kori Anders! The painter.'' The old woman said with an English accent.
She blushed. ''Yeah… You live here?''
''Hell yeah I do!''
Kori was surprised at her answer.
''Can't wait to tell Kitten who lives in the same apartment building as us! THE famous Kori Anders.'' The lady said, dancing around.
I hope she doesn't blow a hip doing that…''It's great that this building accepts some animals! I have a dog. So, you have a cat? Kitten?'' Kori asked.
The old lady thought for a moment. ''No. Kitten is my granddaughter. I think you and her have about the same age. Her dad works full time, so she lives with me.''
''Oh.''
The elevator doors opened.
''OH! I gotta go, see ya' around.'' Kori said, almost throwing herself out the door. The two doors shut behind her.
''Kitten. Is that even a name?'' she said walking to apartment number 69. She took her keys out of her pocket and unlocked the door. Then she noticed the number '9' had fell down again. Someone could have mistaken his or her place for apartment 66. She placed it back and walked inside.
''ROY! I'm back. Get your lazy ass out of the couch and start making supper.''
Their apartment, like any other in that special apartment building, wasn't an ordinary one. It was a fully equipped, well-furnished apartment. It had a living room, a big kitchen, three well-sized rooms and a bathroom. It was a place where people who made a good amount of money could live. Luckily for her, Roy had a good job as well.
She threw her things on the sofa and walked to the fridge. A note was stuck on the fridge with a big piece of scotch-tape.
I'll be in late tonight, so if you just told me to get my lazy ass up n' goin', well you just made a fool of yourself. Haha.
Love,
Roy.
PS: If you're planning on running away, make it another day 'cause I have a surprise for you tonight.
She rolled her eyes and smiled. Grabbing an apple, she took a bite, grabbed the remote and opened the TV. She sat at the little bar and listened to whatever was on. The news.
BOOOORING.
She cleared some papers from the small table and saw a blinking light on the phone.
1 new message.
Richard's phone number and name appeared.
''Here we go again.''
Delete.
Another message. Still from Richard.
Damn
SO? Richard's back! AH! Well on the phone loll
Please revew. It's gonna get better!!
Cryingdove, XOXO