Title: Feelings Behind You
Rating/Warnings: M for swearing.
Word Count: 1, 370
Character(s): Wally West, Artemis Crock, Jade Nguyen,Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Princess Lian Harper The Great
Pairing(s): Wally/Artemis, slight Jade/Roy eventually.
Summary: When she fucked him in the closet she never thought he'd show up here.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author's Notes: So here is Dicey's "Thanks for being a pal and not hating me when I promise to give you fic but never do xoxoxoxo also happy birthday" fic that I plan on extending. It'll be in a few parts, I'm not quite sure how many. And it is severely AU, so if they seem OOC that's because it's an AU. This has been reuploaded, I haven't changed anything. Ffnet deleted it probably because of the swearing in the summary.
Artemis decides that today is the worst day ever for several reasons. Waking up late, rushing through her shower—her me time-, rushing to work and showing up to a classroom of twenty sixteen year olds all frowning and moping and being teenagers. Then she was harassed by the gym teachers, fucking asshole pervert, which lead her to be late picking up her niece.
Lian was standing beside the teacher, arms crossed, foot tapping and glare on her face when Artemis arrived. It took her ten minutes to convince Lian to keep this from her mama. Ten minutes and five bucks.
And now—now—that stupid idiot fucking redhead who she fucked in the closet at the bar the past weekend was shopping at the same grocery store Artemis and Lian were at.
Beside her, Lian was running her fingers along and touching every article of food on the shelves, knocking cans and boxes over. Normally, Artemis wouldn't care and would allow the little girl to pick whatever she wanted and put it in the cart, but she was making noise and the guy was right there and while a small part of Artemis hoped he wouldn't notice or recognize her, a larger part realized that yeah, he probably would.
She tries to slide past him, smirking when she gets behind him without the redhead even glancing her way, but then Lian says, "Wow his hair is red," and Artemis contemplates flicking her in the forehead, but she's the cool aunt and that is…well fuck it's not very cool.
The guy turns—what was this name? Did he tell her? She can't remember oh fuck—and grins at Lian, ruffling his hair. He looks different, less washed out in the brown jacket and faded jeans then he did the night before. He was still cute, hot even, but he wasn't her type. His gaze flickers up to Artemis for a moment, then back to Lian, and then back to Artemis.
Lian is still a giggling mess, but Artemis doesn't say anything. The guy is looking at her and she knows he recognizes her which oh great, like she needs another one of these—
"Wally?" Calls a sweet, very feminine voice. Artemis and the guy—Wally, she corrects—both turn, spying a redhead holding up a bag of Oreos. "Do you think I can get these?"
Artemis wants to ask if that his girlfriend but since they haven't technically spoken yet or even introduced themselves aside from quick hello's before he shoved his dick inside her, she doesn't think it's right. And why is she asking if they can get Oreos? Can't she just buy them herself-?
"Uh…yeah, yeah sure Megan." He runs a hand through his hair again, eyes falling on Artemis and Lian a second longer. "I'll be there in a second, alright babe?"
"Sure, Wally." She nods, completely oblivious to Artemis or Lian. Which Artemis thinks is her lucky break, because how do you tell your girlfriend (?) you've just met the person you fucked over the weekend?
Lian manages to slip something into the cart, but before Artemis has a chance to say anything to her, Wally is holding out his hand, grinning once more. "Wally West, pleasure to meet you… Again."
The blonde stares at his hand for a moment before taking it hesitantly, trying for a smile, but she's sure it ends up looking more like a grimace. "Uh…Artemis Crock."
"Crock, huh?" He murmurs, eyebrows furrowing. "You don't teach at Gotham High School, do you?"
This is like a horror movie, she's just sure. One second she's nodding and telling him about her life, the next thing she's tied up in his trunk and being dumped in the desert. "I um. Yeah. English teacher."
"Ah, cool! My friend's brother goes there right now. I think you're the hot teacher he's always talking about. You certainly fit the description."
Ah, he must mean her hastily moussed hair, wrinkled shirt and stained pencil skirt. This guy needs a medal or something. Lian presses her hand against Artemis', muttering something along the lines of, "Wow Auntie you really are hot."
"Who's your friend?"
"Dick Grayson. His brother's name is—"
"Tim!" Artemis interrupts, amazed that Drake's hot older brother could be friends with this tool. She's actually surprised she fucked him. She must have been really goddamn drunk.
"Yup, that's him!" Wally grins, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Wow, small world, huh? Maybe I'll start coming to those meet the teacher nights." He winks at her, turning and pushing his cart down the aisle. Before he makes it too far, he stops, smirking. "I never caught your name."
"'Cuz we don't give our names to strangers~!" Lian yells next to her, and Artemis frowns at her, saying, "It's Artemis," against her better judgement.
"And your number?" His grin brightens, and doesn't he have a girlfriend? What a dick.
"911."
"Oh, rea—Wow. Funny."
"I thought so," she murmurs, winking, before turning her cart around and leaving the opposite direction.
"You're exposing my child to terrible things," Jade sticks her tongue out of her mouth, eyes narrowing at the strip of dirt on Lian's pants. "I mean fishing for boys at Wal-Mart? Don't show her desperation. Show her something that'll actually benefit her in the long run. Jesus."
Lian ignores her mother, choosing instead to spoon more chicken-fried rice into her mouth. Artemis on the other hand frowns, flicking her rice on the ground and grinning when Jade's cat eats it. "I am perfectly content not having a boyfriend—"
At this, both girls laugh—"so screw you. Also, I was not fishing for boys. I was shopping and happened upon the man I met this weekend. At the club."
Jade's eyes widen, and a grin splits her face. "Holy—" Lian makes an 'ahem' sound and Jade corrects herself, "—cornpops wow. That is some luck you've got, sister."
"Yeah, thanks," she mutters. "I think he had a girlfriend anyway."
"Aw, Artemis don't be so down on yourself. I bet you've got way bigger boobs than her."
Artemis knows she did. The other girl wasn't flat, but she wasn't all that endowed either. But that has nothing to do with his taste in women. Not that she wants to worry about it. Because she doesn't.
Third period English is her favorite class, or it used to be before she realized her sweet little Tim knew and possible spoke to the annoying redhead menace that also goes by Wally.
The class goes by as usual, a few kids acting up, a few kids fucking around, and some texting. She's used to that and she rarely has to yell at them. Her glares and glowers usually do the job, unlike her second period, where the kids are little assholes and she's always ten seconds away from setting the room on fire.
But by the end of class, always, the students get rowdy and start to stray away from their work, zipping their binders and chatting with each other. This is when Tim Drake stands up, slinging his bag over his shoulder and producing a piece of paper from his pocket.
"Um…Miss Crock?"
Artemis glances up hesitantly, dreading what is on that piece of paper. It can't be anything good. Oh shit.
"Yeah Tim?"
He sighs, looking nervous and uncomfortable even though he's usually the one she shares looks with and mocks students with. He's her shining star.
"This is from my brother's friend and I'm so sorry that he's making me give you this but they stole my computer. And won't give it back." He shoves his hand into her face.
The paper has goddamn hearts on it. What a fucking tool-!
Artemis-
You're really hot and I'm sorry I didn't get to meet you properly, but hey, all good romances have rocky starts right? If you ever wanna like get together or if you're ever feelin' uptight –he inserts a fucking wink face here, which makes her gag because how old is this asshole—call me.
He lists his phone number and another heart and Artemis decides her life is so fucking over.
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