Hi guys! So I was surprised this actually got some views! And thank you jhenybadefan for giving me my first review. It really motivates me to keep going! So here's chapter 2! A little longer than the first:)

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own the Teen Titans!


Gym was the same as usual. The puppet sluts known as the cheerleading squad all giggled and gossiped about boys and how hot they are. Honestly, I can't stand to even look at them. We did our routine over and over again in preparation for our halftime performance for the game on Friday. I had a solo dance this week, which Kitten burned me with her eyes while I practiced. It actually made me happy, seeing her jealous of me having a spotlight. But then again, I wish I didn't. I hate being in the spotlight so much, but then I think of mom and I keep pushing through.

Football games were the most annoying thing I've ever experienced. Screaming teens, girls shaking their nearly showing asses just for the attention. Sadly I had to be one of them… The only thing I liked about the games was the game itself. I was co-captain because I'm literally the only one who understands the game. Last year Kitten got the squad to cheer for the other teams touchdown. Idiot.

The bell rang for lunch and I met up with the gang at our usual lunch table. ALL the way across the cafeteria from the goddess herself. I placed my tray down and so far Rachel was the only one there.

"Hey Kor." She mumbled. Rachel was a very shy, quiet girl. She had a pretty dark personality, no bubbliness. But we loved her all the same, even though I long for a shopping buddy. She goes with me, but it's so obvious she hates it with a passion.

"Hey Rae!" I blissfully smiled.

"How was gym?" She asked.

"Same old, same old. Dull, what about you?" I knew she was avoiding something.

"Oh, yea I'm fine." She looked down.

"Sweetheart what's wrong?" I asked, worried.

"It's just Gar-"

"HEY YA'LL!" Victor yelled making Rachel and I squeal.

Rachel gave me a pleading look and nodded, letting her know we'd talk later.

"Where's Garfield?" he asked.

"Probably rummaging the garbage cans." I answered, picking at my food.

Victor cooed with laughter while Rachel hinted a smile, blushing. Almost as if on cue, Garfield ran up to the table and sat down between Rachel and I.

"Sup dudes!" He greeted us.

They all carried a conversation about the latest gossip while I zoned out. I noticed Richard with Kitten across the lunchroom. He looked so unhappy, yet he still treated her like royalty. Probably because they're actually dating, and Dick Grayson doesn't date. Why do I even care what Dick Grayson does? He means nothing to me. Nothing. Sure he's gorgeous, but I would rather be with someone who respected me for me, and not my body.

"You okay, Kori?" Garfield asked, ripping me from my trance.

"Uh.. Yea! Sorry, just a little distracted today." I responded, still zoned out.

The rest of the day went in a blur, nothing new or important happened. Like I had told Rachel, same old same old. I got home, dropped my backpack down and ran to my room. Quickly finishing my homework, I decided to go for a run.

I went to my closet, pulling out a pink sports bra and some athletic shorts with pink trim, put on my tennis shoes and headed out. I loved going for a quick run every once in a while. After about ten minutes of blissful running, I stopped to breathe. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a man watching me. I faced him with a confused look, wondering If he was actually staring at me or not. He looked at me strangely… as if he was pondering something. I got a little uncomfortable so I decided to turn around and end my run early.

The whole rest of the night I felt his eyes on me, and I kept checking my window for him. Why was he looking at me? Who was he? A shiver ran down my spine so I decided to call it a night and head to bed early. The game was tomorrow so I needed a good night's sleep anyways. I brushed my teeth and sank into my bed. I relaxed there for a while, just thinking about nothing until sleep overtook me.

The sound of my alarm made me jump with a start. Today was Friday, game day. That meant I had to go to school in my skanky cheer uniform. Joy. I arose from bed and hopped in the shower. Singing to myself I cleaned up and turned the shower off. I opened the curtain and there he was. The man watching me was right there. I screamed and fell backwards hitting my arm hard on the faucet. When I opened my eyes he was gone. He wasn't even there. I imagined him. Why is he freaking me out so much? Then reality came back and I realized the pain in my arm. My father banged on the door asking if I was all right.

"Yes father, I am unharmed!" I responded, rubbing my arm.

"Honey, you sure? That sounded painful!" He asked.

"Yes! My arm is a little sore but I'm okay!"

"What happened?"

"I just lost my balance is all! Go back to sleep!"

I heard him sigh as he retreated back to his room. I got out of the shower, still holding my hurting arm and got dressed. After doing my hair and make up, I was all ready. Checking myself out in the mirror to make sure everything looked all right, I got in my car and drove to school.

I was running late because of my fall, and had to run to gym to make it on time. Barely making it before the bell, I sighed in relief and got ready to practice our routine. It started with all of us doing a kick line, then splitting in half, one half doing a cartwheel forward and the other half doing a back handspring backwards. I was doing a back handspring. I turned and begun when arm crumpled underneath me, searing pain into my arm. I screamed in pain as I fell to the ground holding the arm I had hurt earlier.

"Kori! Are you alright sweetheart?" Our instructor asked me.

"No!" I whimpered.

She and few others escorted me to the nurse's office, and I could've sworn I saw Kitten laughing. The nurse examined my arm for damage.

"Lucky for you sweetie it's just a sprain, no serious harm but you shouldn't use it for a few days. That means no game for you tonight!"

"But I had a solo and everything!" I complained, even though I didn't really care.

Kitten waltzed in.

"I know the solo! I've been practicing!" She smirked at me.

"Fine… Kitten will take the solo tonight. Kori you can still attend but you are in no shape to perform." Our coach sighed.

"Fine." I breathed, relieved to not have to perform. Maybe Kitten will face plant in front of everyone.

The nurse sent me home early to recover for the game tonight. Time passed by pretty fast and soon enough it was time to get ready for the game. Victor was captain of the team and I thought I might as well go, hang with Rachel and Garfield. I still had to wear my uniform though.

I met up with the gang at the field, we always watched the band practice their show and warm up. I'd never tell the cheerleader girls, but I always loved the band. Then I had to watch my team go without me, I grimaced at Kitten performing my solo. She was awful! All she did was take the gracefulness out and replace it with booty shaking. She was such a tramp! Then I noticed Richard watching her a few rows down on the bleachers we sat at. He seemed as uninterested as we were. He doesn't even care about Kitten!

It was time for the game to start as the crowd started pouring in. The cheerleaders took their places, the band took theirs, and we waited for the clock to countdown for the home team. We were home this week, I loved home games. The alarm sounded and the band played our fight song as our team ran led by Victor. Rachel, Garfield and I stood and cheered for our best friend and he saw us, saluting us.

The game went by smoothly, two touchdowns by us, and one by them. We'd have it in the bag. The second quarter neared its end as people begin to leave for snacks during halftime. I decided to leave Rachel and Garfield alone to "talk".

"Guys, I'm going to get some snacks want anything?" I asked.

"Nah I'm good!" They both said and looked at each other, then looked away blushing.

I smiled and walked down the steps towards the food trucks. There were people everywhere, pushing and shoving. I got hit in the arm a few times, which made It sting a little but not too bad. Then I ran head on into someone.

It was him. Him. He looked down at me and smirked, then walked away. I stood frozen for a few seconds before recollecting myself. He doesn't even know me! I'm obviously overthinking things…

I got my snack and ate it quickly, constantly checking my surroundings. I could hear the band play, and made eye contact with Richard. I awkwardly avoided his gaze but I still felt his eyes on me. Why? Oh well. I looked for the nearest trashcan, which was in corner covered in shadow.

I mean, it's just a stupid trashcan. I walked over to it, and casually threw it away. When I spun around to return I collided into a man, knocking me to my feet.

Him. Again. He was definitely after me. I did all I could do. I stood up, shoved him, and sprinted for the forest behind me. I realized how bad my idea was, I should've ran to the crowd where I was safe. But it was too late to turn back now.


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