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"Dick, you're making a big deal about this. He may be your ex now but remember he's still your brother," Barbra tells me. I stop at my locker shoving books in as aggressively as I can. I wasn't angry but I wanted to make it look like I was.

"Adoptive brother, Babs. You have to say adoptive or it just sounds sick," I tell her.

"Doesn't change the fact you two are still brothers," she says.

"Whatever I-." The moment I turn my head to stare in the hallway the books in my hands clatter to the ground. Something catches my attention like never before and I just can't look away.

"What's wrong?" Barbra asks me.

"He's cute," I whisper mindlessly as I stare at the red head who's walking around the hallways completely clueless.

"Who?" she asks me. She looks in more than one direction.

"New kid," I tell her nodding in his direction. He walks up to a senior of all people showing him his schedule. I bend down and quickly pick up my books.

"He may be very good looking but he's going to have a hard time finding his next class," Barbra sighs. The senior points into a direction where there aren't any classes and the red head looks at him suspiciously and decides not to take his advice.

"He's smart. I like it," I say out loud I eye him as if my eyes are glued to him and only him. Barbra gives me that familiar look and smirks at me.

"Oh Dick Grayson what are you planning now?" She asks me.

"I just want to meet him Babs that's all," I tell her with a smile on my face. He walks away staring at his schedule and then the classroom doors. He lets out a sigh realizing that plan was going to take a long time.

"Well I guess you have an opportunity," She smiles at me.

"I guess I do," I tell her and I press forward through the almost crowded hallway and make my way towards the boy. He looks back down at his schedule and I purposely bump into him causing it to drop. I bend over picking up the sheet of paper and I glance over it before handing it back. 'Wallace West' is placed on the top of the paper. And I smirk, funny name . . . cute.

"Oh I'm sorry I guess I wasn't paying attention," I tell him holding out his schedule.

"Oh no it's my fault. I'm just so lost right now," He says glancing at another door.

"Lost?" I ask him pretending I didn't know that.

"Ah yeah. I'm new here," he says and glances back up at the door's room number. He looks back at me the words on the tip of his tongue but he seems a bit nervous to say them. He scratches the back of his head nervously. "Um is it possible that you can help me find my class?" He asks me.

"Of course," I tell him. He hands me his schedule and this time I read over everything wondering if we have a class together. We do its Chemistry. I smile realizing we might have some Chemistry going there.

"Oh and it would be great if you didn't show me to a dead end or open field," he tells me.

"Ran into a senior?" I ask him. I smirk at the fact that I already know that but he doesn't know I know that.

"I guess," he says scratching his head. The bell sounds throughout the hall and everyone is rushing to their class. "Oh man I'm so sorry now you're going to be late." The look on his face shows how sorry he is. And I simply shrug at him.

"It's completely fine. I don't mind being late for someone like you," I tell him. Before he can catch on to what I just said I start to move down the corridor. "Follow me?" I tell him and he does. He walks a respectable distance away from me. And he isn't behind me but he isn't exactly next to me. Every now and then I'd take a sideways glance at him and smile to myself. Progress is going pretty well I think to myself. We walk up the stairs and take a left. It's incredibly quiet between us and he doesn't seem to mind. He doesn't seem like the silent type. Maybe he's working on first impressions maybe?

"It's this one." I tell him. And he shakes his head as if my voice came out of nowhere. He was thinking about something. About me? This school? His class? I wonder what.

"Thanks a lot!" he says.

"Anytime. Good luck finding your other classes," I tell him.

"Oh thanks," he says. I open the door and he looks down at his schedule and at the door.

"This isn't my class," he says.

"Sorry?"

"Wrong class, the numbers don't match up."

"Oh well I'm late so good luck finding your first period. Bye," I tell him. I walk down the hallway. I can't be too nice or he'll step all over me. I turn back and smirk at him his face absorbed with shock as he looks at me and the room I guided him to.

"Well?" Barbra greets me after 1st period is over.

"We have Chemistry together," I tell her sitting back in my chair I can feel the smile on my face as I think about him.

"Oh already," she coos

"I mean the class."

"Aw! And I was excited. Tell me what happened!" she begs anxiously.

"His name is Wallace West," I tell her. She giggles to herself.

"Wallace? I can see it now. Wallace and Dick the couple with funny names," she laughs.

"Hey I like that title!" I comment.

"Of course you do. Who was your last boyfriend again? Jason. You dated him because he had two first names," She reminds me. "Oh and get this! He's a red head! You must have a thing for them now," she realizes.

"Hmm? Maybe but just so we're clear Wallace is way hotter," I tell her.

"Yeah yeah. Now go to class you shouldn't be late to two classes in a row."

"Speaking of classes. Do you think he'll be alright?" I ask her.

"Hey as long as he asks a girl for directions he'd be fine" she says getting up from her seat and leaving.

"Oh." My eyes narrow and they stare into a corner of the room.

"Don't worry Dick. Maybe he doesn't like girls?" She shrugs.

"That would be asterous," I tell her getting up from my chair and leaving the room. English is over and it's time for the class I've been waiting for . . . Chemistry. I hurry out of class and to the boys' restroom.

"Grayson," Connor Hawke smirks at me. Giving me one of his very-happy-to-see-me smiles.

"Hawke," I mutter. I look in the mirror and move my hair around.

"Need this?" he asks handing me a brush. I take the brush from his hands and brush my hair. I hand it back to him and wash my face. After I dry my face I take out mints, gum, and a breath spray putting them all into my mouth.

"Who are we trying to impress?" he asks wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Ah! Conner you're wrinkling my uniform!" I yell in protest.

"Sorry! Did you see that new guy yet?" he asks me.

"West?" I ask him.

"Yeah him. He's a pretty cool guy," Connor tells me. I don't know how to respond to that so I don't. I smooth out my shirt and look at my face as if there's something to do to it.

"You look fine. Go to class already," Connor tells me I turn around and glare at him.

"Thanks," I tell him leaving the bathroom. I enter Chemistry and Wallace isn't here yet. I sit down in a random seat and Cassandra Sandsmark sits next to me.

"Cassie?" I call to her. She turns to me with a bright smile on her face.

"Yes Richard?" she says. Her tone slightly flirty but obviously happy.

"Can you sit over there? I'm trying to save this seat for someone," I tell her. She looks around the class then back at me disappointed.

"Umm okay," she tells me getting up from the seat.

"Thank you," I tell her. The bell rings and Wallace still isn't here. That's expected. The teacher starts the lesson and he still isn't here yet. My eyes flash from the door to the clock and they do that over and over again.

What if he got lost again? What if he can't find his class? What if he just gave up and decided to hide in a corner? As my mind fills with What if's the door is finally pulled opens and I sit up straight in my seat eyes on the door and there he is.

"Hi I'm new," Wallace tells the teacher handing her, his schedule.

"I can see that," she tells him. She turns to the class and looks around. "You can sit over there," she tells him pointing to the empty seat next to me. As he makes his way over I hi-five myself under the table. There was another empty seat but I guess she choose mine because it was in the front just as I thought she would. Wallace glances over at me and he glares at the sight of my face. What was I expecting? A smile and hug after I just left him? He walks over taking the seat next to me.

"Did you find your class?" I ask him.

"Uh no. I decided to skip. Thanks for your help though," he says dryly.

"Look I'm sorry but I had my reasons. I'll pay you back," I tell him.

"Reasons?" he asks.

"Okay now open your textbooks to pages 321 and work on the worksheet." Ms. Lance says.

"Textbooks?" Wallace says out loud.

"Looks like I can pay you back right now," I tell him. I take out my textbook and set it between us.

"Aren't you a life saver?" he says sarcastically. He moves his seat closer mine. I open the textbook to the right page and start working. Again we're in silence and I really want to get to know him. How do I start a conversation with him?

'Just say anything! Start something! Please say something!' My mind screams at me. I've never had such a hard time talking to someone before. I'm completely tongue tied right now. I don't want to start with just anything! I needed to start with something that would help me to talk more with him and get us to hang out. Then it hits me lunch is right after this class. So I just have to ask him if he'll have lunch with me. But how? How can I ask without sounding desperate?

"Hey did you find number 21?" he asks me.

"Huh?" I ask looking down at my paper I'm only on number 5. I scan the textbook and question 21. "It's right here," I tell him. I Point to the diagram on the page. No way was I going to tell him I'm not even close to number 21.

"Thanks," he tells me. I take a glimpse at him realizing he's been thanking me about five times today.

Okay Dick ask him now- now- now. Okay opportunity gone. I grind my teeth man this is hard really hard. His elbow brushes against my arm. My eyes widen CONTACT. Okay maybe I'm making a big deal about this but as long as I managed to touch some part of him I'm happy. We just made actual physical contact. I'm in love- well not yet. I start clutching unto my chest trying my best not to wheeze like some nerdy fan girl.

"Sorry," he mutters getting too into the assignment. "Can I turn the page?" he asks looking over at me.

"Do you have plans for lunch?" I blurt out. Bad timing! Horrible timing, Dick horrible. If Bruce found out about this he'd take away your Robin title.

"Uh no. . ." he answers a bit unsure. Now he thinks I'm weird he has to. Time to recover.

"Oh I was just wondering since lunch is in about 20 minutes," I tell him.

"Oh really? Wow I guess I'll just get my lunch and hide in the bathroom," he says. I laugh a little at his joke. At least I hope it's a joke.

"You don't have to do that. You can always hang out with me and my friends," I propose.

"Really?" he asks

"Yeah it's just lunch," I tell him trying to regain this cool guy composure well if I had one to begin with.

"Thanks. It's great that I don't have to work with plan A," he tells me.

"Do you do that often?" I ask him.

"No way. It's just at my old school I knew everyone since pre-k so knowing where I was going to eat lunch wasn't a problem," he tells me. "Oh right the page," he tells me.

"Yeah you can move on," I tell him. Even though I'm far from moving on to the page I just continue on with him. The bell rings and we get up and enter into the crowded hallway.

"For a school with only 200 students it's pretty crowded," Wallace tells me walking by my side.

"It's mostly because majority of the classes are in this hall. Realize after your first period the hallway was kind of empty?" I tell him.

"Oh yeah it was," he says. The hall gains more people and Wallace is now really close to me. More CONTACT. I can feel his arm on mine and I almost start wheezing again. Only seconds later he seems to have disappeared in the crowd. I stop for a second looking around for the red head.

"Wallace!" I call for him. And there he is.

"I kind of got pulled away," he says with a small smile.

"Crowds are overwhelming," I tell him.

"It's Wally." He tells me.

"What?" I ask him.

"I realized you called me Wallace. I like to be called Wally," he tells me. Wally? I like it more than Wallace. I pause for a second wondering if I should tell him Richard or Dick. If I tell him Richard it would seem like I only want to be acquaintances with him because everyone calls me Dick. But if I say Dick that will earn me a laugh in the face.

"Here's our table," I tell him. Saved by the table! I'll tell him my name later when my mind isn't over thinking every syllable I say to this guy.

"Guys this is Wally. Wally everyone else," I tell the table full of people.

"You have a lot of friends," Wally tells me.

"I guess you can say I'm popular," I shrug.

"What do you do?" he asks.

"Nothing," I smirk at him. We go to the lunch line and Wally looks over the menu.

"I don't think I'll be getting anything," He tells me.

"Why not?" I ask him.

"I don't like anything on the menu," He tells me.

"Seriously? Come on who doesn't like pizza?" I ask him.

"I don't too cheesy. I can't handle dairy very well," he laughs. "Sorry that was too much information," he says.

"No, it's fine. And you don't want anything else?" I ask him.

"Nope I prefer- I don't know things like salads but not in a girly way," he tells me.

"Ah I get it." I tell him. We sit down after I get my lunch and half the table is staring at him. The other half is talking about him.

"Are you sure you won't be hungry?" I ask him.

"I'll be fine I don't eat much anyway," he answers. I look at him a bit worried. No wonder he's a bit too skinny.

"So Wally I realized you have a Flash backpack?" Conner says.

"Yeah, what about it?" he asks.

"You like Flash?" he asks.

"Like, would be an understatement. I absolutely love Flash. He's my all time favorite superhero! On his birthday I go all out I make all my friends go to a party dedicated to him. I have Flash shoes, shirt, underwear you name it! There isn't any Flash pants so I brought red pants and got my mom to sew lightning bolts into it."

"Oh well we have a hardcore Flash fan in the building," Connor says his smile stretched not sure how to handle this.

"Yeah he's actually the reason why I joined track. He's just so cool! How can you not like him?"

"Well I'm more of a Superman type of guy. But I'm not . . ." Connor trails off.

"Obsessed?" Wally asks. "You can say it I know I am. It's just he saved my life once and I've been hooked ever since."

"Oh what happened?" he asks.

"Ah I was just being stupid and did something with my friends that involved cars," Wally tells him.

"Did you get hit?" I join in. I mentally slapped myself for that. He obviously didn't get hit if Flash saved him. Dick where's your brain today?

"No, Flash saved me. He just ran in right as the car touched my leg. He was able to get me out right on time it all went by so quickly everything was a blur."

"Cool! You actually met Flash!" One of my friends shouts.

"Yeah he even yelled at me after," Wally says his face a light pink.

"He did? I thought superheroes just save you and leave." Connor says confused.

"They do. But I guess Flash just cares. If I could be a superhero I would love to be him," Wally says. Wally continues admiring Flash and I grit my teeth. What? Do I have to yell at you about safety to get you to even look at me? Well you do look at me but just not the way I want you to! My mind yells. The bell rings and Wally stares at me as everyone leaves. Why is he staring at me? I wonder, not like I hate it. I'm just curious. Everyone leaves and he's still looking at me.

"What?" I ask.

"Can you actually show me to class?" He asks. Of course. . . I'm no Flash.

I have a free period so I head to the library. When I get inside I find Wally sitting back in the wooden chair with a book in his hands. I walk over to him and tap his shoulder.

"What are you doing here?" I ask him marveling the red head.

"My teacher sent me here to read the first ten chapters of this book for a quiz," he tells me.

"Oh cool," I tell him. I take out my book and start reading. Thirty minutes later I'm completely finished with the book and I look over at Wally who's still reading his.

"Wallace," I call to him.

"Wally," he corrects me eyes not moving off the page.

"Right, Wally. Do you like your book?" I ask him.

"Hmm I don't know. I'm only on page one," he tells me.

"But thirty minutes went by. How are you only on page one?" I ask him.

"Now page two. I'm a slow reader, okay?" he tells me. I didn't know anyone could read at the speed of a sloth. He realizes my staring and puts his book down. "I have a bad habit of day dreaming in between almost every word or something slowing down my reading process even more. But I still am a pretty slow reader."

"Oh I-I get it," I tell him.

"Um- never mind," he says.

"What?" I ask him. He leans back into the chair.

"I'm asking too much. From finding classes to sharing textbooks I even had lunch with you so never mind," he tells me.

"Wally it's okay. I love helping people," I tell him. In reality I just want to help him.

"Okay. Can you read this to me?" he asks.

"Huh?"

"Well this will probably go a lot faster if someone read it to me. Ten chapters are over a hundred pages and I have a quiz tomorrow. Me making it on my own is a bit farfetched." He tells me. I stare at him for a while. Why is he so damn cute? I take the book from his hands and smile.

"I'll read it to you. But you have to do something for me in return," I tell him.

"What's that?" he asks.

"Tomorrow after school, treat me to something," I tell him.

"You mean anything?" he asks.

"Anything you want to do is fine," I smirk at him.

"Okay. I'll do it," he tells me. I smile at him seeing how easy he accepted.

The day is over and I smile to myself as I wait for Alfred. I recap my day remembering what I know about Wally. He's obsessed with Flash. This is a plus for me because I know Flash! I can introduce them or something and he'd be extremely grateful. Wally's a slow reader he's cute, smart, and really into Chemistry. For a guy who reads really slow I realized he didn't waste any time finishing that assignment. Alfred comes and I get into the car.

"Did something good happen today Master Richard?" Alfred asks seeing my smile.

"Yes, his name is Wally," I tell him.


How was it? This is more like a prologue than an actual chapter. Believe me chapter 2 gets better.
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