So I'm in the process of rewriting this story and updating with my new co-author AmbiguousBastard94 so please be patient with us!
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This IS A SLASH FIC. Don't like, don't read. Seriously, if you're going to hate on the pairing or slash then don't even bother reading or reviewing. Yes, you are entitled to your own opinion, but please don't flame.
The ages so far are: Wally-18, Dick-16, Bart-12, Tim-13, Barbara-16, Jason Todd-14, Damian-4, M'gann-17, Artemis-18, Roy-18, and Kaldur-18
WARNINGS: Slash, male-male relationship, language, man-whore behavior, suggestive themes
PAIRING: Birdflash (Dick/Wally) Robin-Nightwing/Kid Flash
DISCLAIMER: Neither I nor my co-author own Young Justice… Oh how we wish...
Rating may go up for later chapters.
Enjoy!
Crave You
Chapter Two
Serious Jerk Probs
Monday Morning 7:20 a.m.
Dick Grayson stopped his sleek black Mercedes Guardian at a red light that flashed overhead, taking the pause to adjust his dark sunglasses and smooth down his Gotham Academy issued tie. His blue eyes drifted over to the digital clock on the radio. He gave a smirk in victory at his fabulous timing, he even had enough time to stop and get some coffee if he wanted. This wasn't a surprise though, as the sixteen year old was always on time.
"I hate wearing these ties! They're so itchy and uncomfortable, I feel like I'm being choked to death." Jason whined, glaring out the window where he rode shotgun.
Dick rolled his eyes at his brother's antics, "No Jay, you can't take it off no matter how many hints you drop, Alfred would kill me." The dark haired boy waited patiently for the light to change, then quickly pressed the gas and drove away.
"Hey, Timmy, have you got everything? You look jumpy." Dick peered in the mirror to his younger sibling, who did in fact look a bit jumpy, or as much he could with all his seriousness and whatnot.
The younger looked up to the grey ceiling, pondering this question before he turned to look Dick in the eyes through the rear-view mirror.
"I forgot Bart's track shirt at home. He left it there the other day and I forgot to pick it up on my way out. He has practice this morning and Wally's going to make him run extra laps because of it." The usually silent boy jutted his lower lip out at his older brother. Of course Tim's expression was hidden mostly by his dark shades but Dick knew his younger brother well enough to know for a fact the boy was very worried and upset over his little mistake.
Dick silently bid his plans for coffee goodbye, knowing he wouldn't be able to bier with Tim's look and sighed, "Alright, we'll do this; I leave you guys super quick at the gates and go back for the shirt. It'll take me a bit, but I don't think Mr. Jordan will mind." He turned to Tim "Where's it? In the case that Alfred hasn't washed and perched it on the front door..."
The youngest of the three frowned in thought, "I think I left it in the game room, but it might not be there anymore... Are you sure you want to go get it? I mean I can just call Alfred-"
Dick waved off the younger boy and gave a large smile. "It's all good little bro, I got it. I'll come find you after I get it, okay?"
Jason rolled his eyes and went back to his silent self-brooding.
Tim gave his older brother a grateful smile, "Thanks Dick."
Dick frowned at Jason and flicked his nose, "Your face is gonna freeze that way if you keep it up." Jason slapped his hand away and plucked in his earbuds.
"Whatever you say, DICK." he then turned his music at the highest volume to tune out his brothers.
Dick pouted, "I think he didn't mean my name, now. Did he?" Tim tried his best not to laugh at the kicked-puppy face that Dick made, feeling more at ease knowing his big bro would help him.
Dick stopped the car a few meters from the gates of Gotham's most expensive school.
"Here we are guys!"
Jason got out quickly and tugged his backpack with him, "Have a nice da-!" SLAM! The door rattled and Dick winced, worrying about his baby...car.
Seeing the display, Tim placed a hand on Dick's shoulder, giving him a small reassuring smile. "Don't worry bout him, Jason is just uhh... hard to communicate with." Then the younger slung his backpack over one shoulder and opened his door, sliding off the black leather seat. Before he shut the door though, he stood there for a few awkward seconds then decided on giving Dick a small wave then walked off towards the large school.
Dick sighed and waited until both his brothers were on the inside of the gates before quickly driving away, he used a shortcut not many knew about and arrived to the manor in twenty minutes as the traffic had made his process slower.
He parked as close as he could to the front doors and raced through them, going up the stairs to the game room and cursing once he got there as the shirt was nowhere to be seen.
He raced back downstairs to the kitchen just as Alfred came out followed by Damian, who was decked in his kindergarten uniform, and a perch on his hand. The four year old just raised a sarcastic eyebrow at the slightly disheveled young man.
"Alfred- have you seen Bart's track shirt? I need it-" The older man cut Dick off by holding said shirt up and handing it to the boy.
"I was just on my way to drop off Young Master Damian to his kindergarten class and then take Young Master Bartholomew his shirt. He has track practice this morning I presume."
Dick raised a perfect dark eyebrow, does everyone know Bart's schedule but me?
"Thanks Alfred, see ya later Dami." With that, Dick raced out to his car hoping to actually make it back to school on time.
Thankfully, he got there just before the guard closed the gates. He was fairly sure he only let him in because of his last name, but right now he couldn't care less. He power-walked to the place the track team used for practices so he wouldn't get pestered by some hall monitor.
He had time didn't he? Yeah! He'd make- RIIIIIING!...okay, now he did feel like tearing his hair out. All that homework, for nothing. There was no way Ms. Batters would let him in, now.
"Just my luck..." he sighed, and with his head hanging low walked to where Bart should be at.
It seemed that he got there in time, as the auburn-haired boy was now getting chased by an older redhead, who was heedless of the utter puppy dog eyes directed to him.
Dick jogged over to where they were, frowning as he caught a little bit of what the older redhead was saying, more like yelling, to the younger boy. Bart sighed, staring down at the ground in defeat, his lower lip wavering just a little.
When Dick absolutely couldn't take anymore of Wally's yelling he cleared his throat, slowly taking off his sunglasses and hanging them on the collar of his nicely pressed white button-down.
Both boys heads shot up and over to the ebony haired sixteen year old.
"Hey-uhh sorry to interrupt your little pep talk here but I kind of have Bart's shirt so here you go kiddo." Dick tossed the blue and white Gotham Knights Track Team shirt over to the boy who caught it with extremely fast reflexes.
"Thanks Dick! You're the best!" Bart squealed then sprinted over towards the side of the red practice track next to the rest of the team who were warming up.
Dick, who'd been smiling at Bart, slowly turned his now visible eyes back to the older redhead.
The eighteen year old track-star almost choked. On what you may ask? His saliva, naturally. He was so startled by the stunning blue eyes that were practically piercing his soul.
He only noticed that those eyes sparkled with an unreadable emotion when Dick shifted his weight on his right hip and frowned a bit at him.
"Bart's an awesome and smart kid, I don't think that forgetting his shirt deserves such a scolding and it looked like you were about to make him cry." He placed his hand on his other hip, a pissed look spreading across his pale face.
Wally felt himself go red to the ears, embarrassment or anger he didn't really know, finally tearing his attention from the galaxy blue eyes practically drilling a hole through his forehead, he opened his mouth to protest something but at the exact moment, the cheerleading squad passed their way and Dick turned away from him.
"Oh, there they are! Well, sorry to interrupt your practice, Wallace, but now I'll let you guys do your thing." The ebony haired boy then turned squarely away from him and walked away with long steps, looking way too good in those slacks, towards a redheaded cheerleader.
Wally frowned as he felt some weird emotion bundle up in his stomach at the sight of Dick and the redheaded girl walking towards the big brick form of their school.
What the hell dude? Get a grip, stop standing here staring after that little nerd like a teenage girl. You have a team to coach, now go!
The redhead shook his head then jogged over towards his team. He didn't know why the other boy bothered him so much. He wasn't anything worth thinking about, like literally. He was just an average rich kid that went to this preppy school, a mere dork.
As Wally had those conflicting thoughts, Dick was getting interrogated by Barbara, who almost didn't recognize him talking to the older more popular boy.
"It was nothing, Babs," he said, rolling his eyes with a smirk, "Bart forgot his track shirt and I brought it to him. The poor kid was getting yelled at by West. What a douche, huh? That kid is as sweet as honey." he frowned, then "By the way; I came in late so I'll miss first period. Feel lucky, I'm here for your practice!"
Barbara was staring at him weirdly, like when she analyzed a clothing piece she liked.
"You sure you're ok Dicky? It's not like you to be late." She held up her dainty hand to her bestie's forehead, checking for a fever or something else that was the cause of her friend's delusional state.
Dick shoved the girl's hand away from him, giving her a look. "I'm fine Babs; now show me your new routine that you and Zatanna have been going on and on about for the last week. I'm sure it's not that impressive." Dick smirked, giggling at the redhead's face.
"Geez, why are you so sassy today Grayson? Are you just jealous that you're not on the cheerleading squad like me?" the redhead wiggled her eyebrows jokingly then flipped her hair over her shoulder in an over-exaggerated motion.
He smirked at her mischievously "Naw, I totally prefer pointing out your obvious mistakes and making you girls sweat with each of my visits. Between you and me, I think I heard Tina said 'God, not him again!' Last time." he chuckled, before nudging his friend, "Now show me that mortal double back flip!"
Barbara groaned and slapped him over the head with a muttered "Jerk".
On the other side of the court, Wally was having difficulties focusing, half due to the cheerleaders (he was honestly relieved to find that they still distracted him) and the other because of the ebony between them.
Wally groaned as his thoughts led him astray. Like he said before, he didn't mind appreciating good-lookin' people but he did mind thinking about them more than a few times. He's a player for God's sake; he didn't think about one girl for too long. Ooh but hello there miss cheerleader! Wally's green eyes stared after a brunette who was doing a backflip like it was nothing.
"Hey Wally! Earth to Wally." A tanned hand flew across his vision.
"What do you want now Bart?" The redhead grunted, crossing his arms across his practice track shirt and looked down upon the auburn-haired boy.
Said boy fidgeted left and right, like if he had taken a whole pot of coffee and downed it right before coming to practice (which knowing Bart, he probably did), "It's just that we all finished warming up and you're kinda staring at the nothingness."
Wally blinked and turned to his team, they all were in their positions to start running. He cursed inwardly, then cleared his throat, "We'll do five laps at a jog and then five more but this time running. And Shepherd, don't even think about tripping someone." he added, as an afterthought. The blond whined and threw his hands on the air.
"..." they all stared at him "Well? Start jogging, you guys, move!" They all snapped and started their laps, him and Bart at the very front with Bart chatting about everything under the sun.
Sometimes he wished his younger cousin couldn't keep up with him, because times like these got very annoying. How did the kid even talk while running without seeming to be out of breath even a little? That actually amazed Wally somewhat.
The older redhead tried desperately to speed up and away from the younger boy but Bart wasn't having any of it. The twelve year old kid genius wasn't exactly well- a genius. He had book-smarts yes, but common sense wasn't his forte. He didn't even seem to realize that Wally was trying to leave him in the dust, as he just kept up without any sweat.
Wally inwardly groaned, deciding his only option was to tune the younger boy out.
He managed to turn Bart into a background hum, as he thought about the chem lecture scheduled for that day, about how he had to take his car for a wash, and then his favorite subject: girls.
Which one should he seduce now? It was a hard pick between Thea Damon who had a very nice rack and curly blonde hair and Kira McCready with her straight red hair and wide hips. He kept that line of thought.
Dick on his part was busying himself helping his other best friend Zatanna to strengthen her balance and lecturing the, "-and if you twist your ankles and lock your knees in midair there's a better chance of making that flip perfect, get it?" He did just that with the poor girl who was on a handstand.
"Dick, why do you have to be so good? I'm jealous. Maybe I should start learning acrobatics too?" The raven haired girl said, giving him a wink and a nudge in the side.
"Oh Zee, don't make me laugh. You're a great cheerleader; don't get me wrong, but doing what I do? No, definitely not something you can handle." He smiled at the older girl before running a hand through his hair, smoothing it back in its proper place to the side. Dick always wore his hair neat when he attended school, and other times he'd let it go naturally with his bangs hanging across his forehead.
Zatanna chuckled, throwing her right arm around the other raven haired teen before directing him over to where their stuff laid scattered on the cold metal bleachers.
"Are you going to be at the mathletes meeting today? Mrs. Carnes suggested I go even though I'm not a part of the team, something about tutoring the brainless."
"I kinda have to go, being a member and all. And we'd be happy to have you! There are some new kids that need LOTS of help, and I think you could get something across them, at least." He then re-fixed his tie and yawned, "Ugh, late night. Well, have you ever considered joining the team?"
Zatanna waved a dismissive hand "That's more like your thing, besides I have enough with cheerleading practice and the honor students club."
~O~O~O~O~O~
Same day, Lunchtime
The redheaded teen glanced across the cafeteria to meet eyes with his latest victim... I mean crush. He watched as the tan blonde girl immediately looked down at her lap and blushed, giggles spilling out of her plump red lips. Bingo. He grinned then turned away to his tray full of food. Oh, the one and only love of his life. The track-star stuffed his mouth full of pasta then took a long swig of his red Gatorade.
He was caught in mid chug when someone slapped him on the back, causing him to sputter and feel the red drink go straight to his nasal cavity. He coughed and cursed at the blonde girl who sat across from him with her tray and an unforgiving smirk.
"Something the matter, Kid Mouth?"
"Artemis..." He hissed, whipping the red from the corns of his mouth, using the distraction to think up a good comeback.
"Jealous that I'm staring at another woman?" He smirked, green eyes glinting playfully.
The blonde rolled her eyes a disgusted look flying across her sharp features at his suggestion.
"I don't think that's what she meant Walls." Roy Harper laughed from his spot on a black plastic chair to Wally's right.
"I'd offend myself if I were jealous; we both know you only have eyes for the slutty ones." She waved her hand, biting into her sandwich. "So? It's Thea this week? I heard she has a thing for red heads. You're game, Kid Manwhore."
Roy chuckled, silently shaking his head at the two as a dark skinned teen sat beside Artemis.
"Hi, Kal. How was the practice?" Artemis kept her gaze on the food, analyzing her sandwich to fish the olives that set her off before.
"Great. We are having a contest next week in the Olympic pool. How about you three?" The young man asked politely, clashing starkly against the bold personalities of his friends.
"Artemis and I are going to state with the archery team in three weeks. If we want to win we're going to have to start practicing five times a week at least. The other teams that are going to be there are serious competition." Roy said before taking a sip of his Coke.
"Track is doing magnificently as usual, nothing new there. It's all because of me!" Wally boasted, puffing out his chest and smiling cockily.
The other three all rolled their eyes in unison, used to Wally's cocky demeanor.
"Speaking of, where did you leave your little shadow? Is he still the fastest?" Artemis glowed in victory when Wally pouted, but that was the nature of their friendship. Artemis Crock had obtained a scholarship halfway through the school year, and Wally had tried to seduce her once upon a time just to be completely and utterly rejected. He didn't harbor bitter feelings for his friend, now.
"Have any of you understood the social studies report?" Kaldur asked in general, a tiny crease between his eyebrows.
Wally was grateful for the change in subject, I mean he didn't want to insult the blonde girl and hurt her feelings... He'd like to think of himself as a pretty nice guy.
"When do I ever understand social studies?" Wally laughed.
"He does have a point there, I'll explain it to you later Kaldur. Unlike this moron over here, I actually get school." Roy gave a smirk at Wally's heated glare.
Most people wondered why the three boys were even friends, considering their different personalities but as well as they had their differences, they had their similarities. All three had been neighbors for most of their lives.
Wally had moved in with his Aunt Iris and Uncle Barry when he was seven because of his parents getting a nasty divorce and neither of them wanted to have custody over the redhead.
Iris wouldn't have any of it; she welcomed her beloved nephew with open arms raising him up as if he was her own.
Of course, spending most of his days at his Aunt's house caused him to meet both Roy and Kaldur.
Wally had been playing on the slide, patiently waiting his turn- more like yelling at the other kids to hurry up and get out of his way- when he noticed a slightly taller redhead sitting all by himself on a swing-set not too far away from the slide. Wally, being the friendly little kid that he was, decided to go over and make friends with the other boy. He skipped on over and proceeded to tell Roy his full name and explain how food was his favorite thing in the whole world besides running.
"Go away." The slightly older boy huffed out, frowning deeply.
But much to Roy's annoyance, the redhead didn't back down. The younger boy pestered him till Roy promptly stood up from the yellow swing and gave him a hard push to the ground. Kaldur, not being too far away, saw the whole thing happen and immediately rushed to the little speedster's aid.
"Are you alright?" the darker skinned male, bent down on one knee, holding out a hand to push Wally's bangs out of his emerald eyes.
"Yeah, thanks. I'm alright. Hi! What's your name? I'm Wally West, this is my new friend Roy. He's kinda cranky but you'll get used to it. Do you like to slide? I really like to slide. But I REALLY like food-" Wally babbled on, basically telling his whole life story to the other boy.
Kaldur listened politely before introducing himself; he then turned to Roy to see the angry looking redhead staring with his arms crossed against his chest.
"We're not friends." Roy spoke, sounding very annoyed, before turning and walking to the other side of the playground.
Kaldur stared after him before turning over to Wally.
"We're so friends." The redhead smiled.
From that day forwards Wally learned two things, 1) If a boy on a swing set tells you to piss off then he means it and 2) Sometimes the most opposite of people go together perfectly.
Forever more they would narrate the epic history of their meeting to whoever listened, and how to this day they were still as close. They didn't even say a thing about all of Wally's arm-candies.
"So, guys, Pizza night still up?" Artemis wondered.
Pizza Night was the day of the month were they all would go to one of their houses, watch movies, and rant about Roy's brother, how Bart was annoying, how Artemis's mom had been nagging her and stuff like that. It was off the books and anything said there was to never be brought up again.
"I'm in. My practice finishes at six this Friday so I can go." Kaldur shrugged and kept eating.
"Wally, I think Thea already noticed you, so you can stop the eyebrow thing now." Artemis flicked a fry at Wally's face, who in turn catch it with his mouth at a really impressive speed.
"I have to make sure Arty, I plan out these things you know. I'm very precise." The redhead explained mumbling a "something you wouldn't know about" under his breath so the girl wouldn't kill him.
But, their little lunch was cut short as a certain peppy redhead walked over, her short blue skirt bouncing with each step. "Hey guys! How are you all today?"
M'gann gave the four a cheery smile, taking a seat beside Artemis. The seventeen year old girl was known as the school's gossip. She couldn't keep her mouth shut about well, anything. If she found out something worth telling then the whole school would know in a matter of minutes.
It was also known that Artemis didn't like the girl too much so she didn't sit with Wally's little posse at lunch.
Artemis positively growled, but Kaldur (bless his soul) talked first.
"Hello, M'gann, what brings you over here?" He was the most levelheaded from the group, as Wally had once tried hooking with M'gann but he gave up as the girl wouldn't get the easiest clues. Artemis disliked her lousy attitude and Roy...well; Roy was about as friendly as a mad pitbull.
So Kaldur did his best and offered a small smile to the girl, hoping they would be able to finish their food without ending up with detention.
"Hi Kaldur! Well this morning when I was with the cheerleaders, because you know I happen to be one, I saw Wally talking with some other boy... Robert? Something like that. Well I was just wondering if you two are friends?" The redhead smiled sweetly at the darker skinned teen before turning in her seat to face Wally.
Shit. What the hell am I going to say? Damnit, I knew it was a bad idea to talk to that stupid little dork, especially in public!
The redhead gave M'gann his best flirty smile before running a hand through his messy hair, fixing his wild look to perfection.
"Who? -That kid. Yeah, no we aren't friends- not at all actually. His little brother is friends with my cousin and Bart happened to have left his track shirt at his house so the nerd was bringing it over to me. No need to worry sweetheart, I haven't sunk down to his level."
The other three gave him an incredulous look. Yeah, Wally was a jerk sometimes but he didn't really speak of people like that unless he had a grudge going on.
"Well...I hope this sates your curiosity, M'gann, it was nice talking to you" Kaldur interjected once again, in his polite way of ending this conversation.
"More like need for gossip..." Artemis grumbled glumly, but if M'gann heard her she didn't show it. She only pouted at the lack of detail but resigned herself and stood up with a smile.
"Well, thanks! I need to go now, busy, busy! See you guys!" And with that she took off, and Wally found himself being stared at rather questioningly.
"Guys... I can't risk my popularity! Stop looking at me like that. I don't even know the kid, we're not friends therefore it doesn't matter." Wally cringed himself at his words, realizing how mean he actually sounded but didn't comment against it. I mean, he wasn't being a bad person right? He wasn't friends with D ick, so he didn't have to justify his actions.
"Man that was a little rude. I understand you want to remain popular but do you really have to go and talk so badly about that kid? He might not matter to you but he is a human being. Think about how he feels." Roy said to Wally's utter surprise. The redhead stood up and gave Wally a glare before picking up his tray and dumping it in the trashcan.
"I gotta say, West, we all knew you were a jerk, but you've just upgraded yourself to grade A asshole. Who the hell is the kid, anyway?" Artemis seemed deeply disgruntled, and she would have gone just like Roy but she really did have to get a bit of sense beaten into her friend's brain.
"I usually don't like criticizing, but that was uncalled for. If he went through the trouble to get Bart's shirt you should have thanked him instead of talking like that."
Wally knew that what they said was true, one thing was speaking of girls who didn't respect themselves and agreed to everything, but the guy had something that frustrated Wally somehow.
"Okay-okay that was a dick move. I'm sorry for insulting him. Jesus- you guys sound like my Aunt Iris." Wally sighed in defeat. He pushed the empty white foam tray out of his way before laying his arms on the table, crossing them, then placed his chin on top. He's green eyes followed the two sitting in front of him, shooting disapproving looks his way.
"I didn't mean to sound so harsh but the kid doesn't mean anything. I've talked to him like one other time, and that was just because I was picking Bart up from his house."
"At least you admit it, God knows I would have broken your nose if you didn't." Artemis crossed her arms and raised an unamused eyebrow at him, "And if you're speaking like that about the guy, he must have done something to you, right? Because Wally West isn't a bully, right?" It was no secret that Artemis had a deep hatred of bullies, having had her fair share of them when she first started in Gotham High, and she did pound any bully in her way, too.
Kaldur notices the color drain a bit from Wally's face as Artemis glared at him, and worried about a worse argument.
"Right, Wally West definitely isn't a bully... heh-heh." Wally cowered a little, slinking down in his seat. Artemis Crock was one of the few people Wally was actually afraid of. That girl could pack a serious punch; Wally's face could vouch for that.
"Well my friends, there is no need to fight. Wally has apologized so let's forget it, okay Artemis?" Kaldur looked between the two, giving the blonde girl a questioning look.
"All right, but it better be just this once, West! Next time I'm not even punching you. I'll tell on you to your Aunt and let her beat you nice and good." She smirked evilly and Wally knew it was not an empty threat; his Aunt would totally beat him with a frying pan if she ever found about it.
"Anyways, we should start heading off to calculus, and you should go talk to Roy before he decides to hate you." she continued as if she hadn't been threatening him two seconds before.
The three of them rose to dump their trays, and made the trek all the way to the south wing of the ridiculously big campus where their next class was located.
The redhead spotted Roy not too far off, head buried in his dark blue locker.
I swear, everything in this school is either black or blue.
"I'll see you guys in class, k?" Wally waved off Kaldur and Artemis who both gave a nod and proceeded to walk to calculus, chatting away.
Wally smoothed down his dress shirt and dusted off his chinos before making his way over to Roy.
Upon his arrival, Roy shot him a look before slamming his locker door shut and moving down the crowded hallway.
What the hell man? I'm trying to be the bigger person here and do the right thing and he is making it very difficult. This is why I am never the bigger person. People these days…
Wally bounded after him, feeling a bit like Bart probably did when people ran away from him, finally catching up to the taller redhead.
"Roy, man, I'm sorry for acting like a douche. I know, I know my comments were a little uncalled for and I'm sorry. But dude... Wait- this isn't entirely about that is it?" Wally stopped walking and grabbed Roy by the arm of his dark blue blazer, pulling him to a complete stop.
The other eighteen year old gave an irritated sigh, looking down the other end of the hallway before giving in and looking the other redhead in the eyes.
Roy seemed offended, which Wally didn't understand at all as he hadn't said anything that should've offended the older teen.
"Look Wally, you do remember who my foster dad is, right?" Of course Wally remembered, kinda hard to forget about Oliver Queen, "Well, he and Bruce Wayne are sort of friends and I have gone to his house a lot of times as a kid. Thing is, I know Dick Grayson and he might be a bit intense sometimes but he doesn't deserve to have any more people talking badly of him, he's got plenty of those. We don't really talk anymore but I don't like people making fun of him, got it?"
Oh. Oh...well that made sense, and Wally felt much more like a jerk already.
"Oh dude, I'm sorry man. I totally forgot all about that... My bad. I won't talk about him anymore, you have my word. And the word of Wally West, is law." The redhead gave him a smile.
Roy rolled his eyes -what was that like the hundredth time today?- then moved towards the large door of their next class, seeming satisfied with Wally's reply for now.
Wally immediately went after the older boy and stepped in the now crowded classroom.
Roy took his usual seat in the back, Wally following right behind him but was quickly interrupted by a group of girls. Well they didn't actually tell him to stop walking or anything but Wally knew the ladies well, and these girls' body language was begging him to come closer. The player looked them all over, deciding they were worthy of his presence before giving his famous grin.
"Hey there ladies, you're all looking beautiful today."
The three girls giggled, one of them managing a soft, "Stop it".
Yep, the Wallman still had it.
His smile only widened when he realized that Thea was in the group, so he shot her a tiny wink with his best flirty grin before the teacher made it into the room.
"All right, students get off the desks and sit in your seats, if you would please!" The woman was an old wrinkly lady who dressed how Wally remembered his aunt Dawn used to. Meaning, leather pants and lots of chains that was kinda creepy to say the least.
He made a gesture more to Thea and sat beside Artemis as always.
As class went on, Wally continued his plan of action. Wooing Thea Damon. This was an easy feat, he was betting. He'd have this girl by the end of this period. Wally had a way of doing this, it wasn't just completely mindless flirting sessions it was real master's work. Being this big of a player, Wally had to make things interesting, definitely nothing average for his ladies. If Wally West found you worthy enough of his time then, damn girl you gotta be something! Wally called it, scoring tens. It was more of a game, a strategy. It was extremely exhilarating and very, very rewarding.
His green eyes scanned over the girl, from head to toe. Or what he could actually make out from his spot in this uncomfortable desk.
The girl looked good with her too short school issued skirt that really rode up when she was sitting, showing off tanned thighs. Her blue blazer was unbuttoned which showed off her white button-down which strained against her robust chest, making things very visible. Her curly blonde hair framed her round face, making her look very adorable, and her makeup was applied almost perfectly.
This is what Wally called a ten.
During the class he kept sending her the most intense stares he could muster, and by the way she shifted and kept crossing and uncrossing her long lean legs, she noticed it. She didn't look uncomfortable, but eager, and Wally couldn't suppress his growing smirk.
He did have to stop, because Artemis elbowed him so he could concentrate on their work, but the impact was made and he actually should give her a bit of space so she started to seek him out.
She kept glancing nervously at him until the class ended and he avoided looking back at all costs.
This was one of his favorite parts, knowing that with a few glances and some well-placed smirks he could have them melting at his feet in want.
Oh, yes, tonight was going to be a good night.
The bell for the next class period rang, startling everyone to their feet.
"Don't forget that pages 345-355 are due tomorrow at the beginning of class that means you Jacob!" Ms. Holden announced, and then turned to give the brown haired football player a look.
"Hey!" He whined, giving the old woman a frown.
Wally chuckled, shaking his head a little at the other jocks misfortune. The redhead ran a quick hand through his hair, then held up a hand to his mouth and gave two quick sighs, checking his breath. He was good to go, now where did-.
Wally literally had to take a step backwards, as said blonde who he was just thinking of appeared right in front of him.
Thea looked down at the ground with an unsure glance before gathering courage to look Wally in the eyes.
"Hey Wally, I couldn't help but notice you looking at me earlier. I was wondering if maybe you wanted to do something later after school? I mean if you aren't too busy with track and all." She gave him a smile that might have come off as shy if it weren't for the dark glint in her blue eyes.
Wally pretended to think this over; it was all part of the game. Pretend like you aren't sure then she'd act all nervous; they both knew how this was supposed to play out.
"Sure thing babe. That sounds cool, you've actually caught me at a free moment. How 'bout you text me the time and I'll pick you up?"
And that's how you score tens.
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