Hello Reader,

here is another chapter for your amusement.

Special shoutout to those who gave me the honor of their reviews, thanks so much. And i agree with the majority - the "titans going to school" AU is def. not my favorite, either. it's a fanfiction genre that tends to be abused or overly-cliched. But, I'm graduating form college this sunday, and I guess i got nostalgic. let's just say that all the friends and people I've met in college have a very strong influence in this story. It's safe to say that i'm taking a more grown-up approach to this story.

anyway, these first few chapters will be light. a dabble on each character's POV to let you get the feel of each one before i progress the story into more serious tones.

Hope you enjoy!


Chapter 2

Rachel placed her head on her hand as she leaned against her armchair. It was a deceptive position; she seemed like she was listening when in fact, she had both earphones stuck in her ears, strategically hidden by her hair. It was the second time she'd taken this subject and it was just as boring now as it was then. She could do without her professor's redundant and irrelevant ramblings or her classmates' snotty, judging looks. If anything, her class was the perfect model of how society works.

Sociology. It was a period where students of all walks of life realized that other people outside of their clique existed. It was a melting pot of people so diverse, there was almost nothing in common between them but sociology. Even the air they breathed was different; the AC units inside the frat and sorority houses were definitely way better than the ones in the dormitories, which Rachel suspected had been around longer than she was alive.

Which brings her back to her classmates. No one knew each other, and no one cared. They just wanted to pass. Awkward conversations and polite jokes were the closest to friendship you'd get in this class. Everyone was just taking from everyone so that they could get through the subject. Typical societal system.

Rachel cranked the volume up as the professor droned on, effectively drowning his voice out with the blissful tones of Passion Pit. She knew she should be listening; doing exactly what she was doing right now was the reason why she was repeating the subject. But for the love of all things good, she just couldn't muster enough strength to care. She didn't even feel the least bit guilty about it.

A blur of scarlet caught her peripheral vision and she turned slightly, just enough to see but still keep her earphones hidden from sight. She was greeted with the tallest, most statuesque woman on God's green goodness. And she sat right in the middle of the room, where every hot-blooded male - or bi-sexual female, could ogle at her freely. So, Rachel ogled.

She must've been staring long because the perfect specimen of a woman turned and met her gaze, bright emerald eyes looking at her expectantly. It took a second longer for Rachel to realize that all her other classmates were looking at her as well. Out of nowhere, a clammy hand grabbed at the cord of her earphones and yanked hard, pulling them and her head down.

"Miss Roth, listening to music during a lecture? I should have known," Professor Watson exclaimed with a sneer. "And I expected that you'd learn your lesson, this being your second try at my class."

"I apologize. It won't happen again, professor," Rachel answered, her mouth set in a grim line as she nodded her head.

Professor Watson squinted her way before he tucked her earphones inside his coat and continued with his lecture as if nothing happened. Rachel smirked, pulling out another set of earphones from her bag.

"I don't think that's a good idea," a voice said just as she was sticking one bud inside her ear.

Rachel turned and was met with the shiniest mop of blonde hair and the brightest set of blue eyes. she would have mistaken him for a cherub had she not been she sure that she was living in hell on earth. "Thinking is a dangerous pastime, sport,' Rachel replied, a hint of amusement in her usually monotone drawl.

"So is pissing off a professor in a class you're taking for the second time," the cherub-boy pointed out. His angelic face took on another look as he smirked mischievously. In a flash, he went from innocence to devious. "But I guess you already know that."

Rachel gave him a teasing smirk. "I know a lot of things."

Cherub-boy offered his hand for a shake, hiding it just beside his seat to keep the professor from seeing. "Garfield Logan. I like a person who laughs at danger."

Rachel looked at his extended hand, then to his baby blues. She shook his hand tentatively. "Rachel Roth. You're too friendly for my taste."

Garfield held his hands up in defense. "Hey, just making friends here."

"What makes you think I want friends?" and with that, Rachel turned back around and stuck the other bud inside her ear, ignoring Garfield, who clearly still had something to say.


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