Hey guys, sorry for the long wait. I hope this chapter satisfies you although it's lacking in length it's still something.

Disclaimer: Teen Titans nor the songs I mention in this chapter do not in any way belong to me.

Warning: Sexual content, and other themes that should not be read by those with an innocent mind.

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"So should I accept the proposition or not?"

"Do you want to be known as a porn star for the rest of your career?"

"Why not?"

Shaking my head at Jenny's lack of self-respect I continued sipping my herbal tea thinking of my best friend as I slowly consumed the soothing warm liquid. What was she doing now? What were the rest of them doing? Deciding not to depress myself further with thoughts of my much missed friends I tuned back into the conversation as soon as I heard my name.

"So tell us Kori!"

Raising a delicate auburn eyebrow I turned towards Terra who was currently sitting on Matt's lap, "Tell you what?"

Shaking her blonde head I watched as her pigtails bobbed up and down, "About your meeting with Richard."

With a soft groan I turned my green orbs towards Matt seeing if I could pull any form of jealousy from his face, receiving non I sighed and tried to focus on that unfortunate day where Richard Grayson decided to prance back into my life.

Muttering and shuffling of feet was heard and I realized that I had been silent for a good five minutes.

Replacing my look of disdain with a cocky smile I twirled the foam cup that contained my steaming drink around my hands, "Oh you know how it goes, one thing to another, it just lead to a good fuck."

The girls giggled then moved back to the subject of whether or not Jenny should accept the proposition to do shots for a porn magazine. Only Matt seemed to catch on to my lie, well half lie.

Richard and my conversation did lead to a good fuck, a good fuck you.

Blue met green in a cliché lock of shock and remorse, "Anders." He gave a curt nod and I replied in the same choppy greeting, "Grayson."

Donna and Roy ceased their chattering and grew quite now aware of the growing tension between Richard and me.

Afraid of the now awkward silence I tried to start up a decent conversation with the boy I had wished to never lay eyes on again, "So what brings you to L.A."

He gave me a coy wink his cobalt eyes sparkling with mischief, "You."

With an ice cold glare I stood up from my seat, "Fuck you Grayson."

Throwing the half empty cup of coffee at the unsuspecting Richard I stayed only to watch his clean white freshly pressed shirt stain and soak with the steaming hot liquid. And with the bichiest smirk I could muster I stalked away from the café and towards the cabstand.

Glaring at the memory I began to wonder, what if I hadn't been such a bitch? What if I had went along with his lie? Would I be in bed lying in his arms now? Would we be fucking because we knew we had nothing in the world but each other to cling on to? Or would I still be in regret like I am now, because he would've banged me then flew back to Gotham and his new girlfriend.

Annoyed with my thoughts I excused myself from the table of babbling models and proceeded to go home ignoring their fake worried glances.

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An annoying fake redhead gushed over my face as two men pulled and tugged at my real (like that woman could ever imitate my wondrous hair color) auburn tresses. Bored and tired I tuned out of their inane chattering and tried to concentrate on the music playing from the black stereo at the back of the room. 'If you Leave' by Nada Surf played sweetly in the background and I began to immerse once again on thoughts of Richard. Damn boy even plagues me during work.

They finally finished with my hair and face (it was about damn time, two fucking hours) and I proceeded to the immaculate white couch where we would be doing the photo shoot.

They had dressed me in black skinny jeans and a brown cotton shirt that had no back and just barely covered my breasts and stomach. My makeup was light, only blush and mascara seeing as the shoot would probably be edited later on in black and white. Lying on the coach they positioned me on my back with my hair spread around me and over the arm of the coach.

Then things spiraled from perfectly fine to turmoil because from out of the other dressing room came the man of the hour, mister goddamn perfect Richard Grayson.

He walked in nonchantly like nothing ever happened and a week ago I hadn't spilt my coffee all over him. Wasn't he supposed to be gone by now? What the fuck was he still doing here?

They positioned him over me on the coach telling him where to touch me and how far to lean down over me. He was also dressed in a pair of black jeans but instead of a skanky shirt he wore nothing, giving me a perfect view of his chiseled stomach.

The shoot was for a Calvin Klein perfume add and a series of shots needed to be taken so they could have enough to be fussy over and edit to get the 'picture perfect' image of sex appeal.

It was getting highly uncomfortable as the camera rolled and bright lights flickered as I tried to concentrate on looking gorgeous for the camera (not that it was hard) instead of thinking about the déjà vu of him in between my legs and his breath tickling down my neck. I swear god had it in for me.

"Hey baby."

It took me a while to realize that it was his voice that was whispering to me and not my imagination.

"What do you want." I tried to articulate my words without moving my mouth too much not wanting to them to stop the cameras seeing as for now I had an excuse not to respond if I did not want to.

"I already told you that, I want you baby."

See, excuses for moments like this where I have nothing to say. But seeing as God hates me the photographer gave us the thumbs up and called a five-minute cigarette/toilet break. Realizing he was still in between my legs I coughed to get his attention.

"Yes?" His blue eyes sparkled at me beneath his coal black side fringe.

Growling at him with forced anger I muttered a quiet but menacing get the fuck off of me.

Refusing to budge he leaned down and sucked at my neck knowing just how much it turned me on.

"Richard… Get off me…" I refused to give in to my need for him, I came here to get over him, not to bang him and repeat my senior year.

"You know you don't want me to… You know just how much you need me… How much you want me… You know you want to fuck me right here and now… Just as much as you know that I love you."

Ok, seriously what the fuck is wrong with him? What type of corny romantic I love you speech is that?

"Usually when you ask for someone back you tell them that they complete you and that you are worthless without them by your side."

He smirked down at me and finally complied with my wish, getting of me he leaned back into the couch and stroked my cheek staring at me with a heated ice blue gaze.

"You know we don't work like that baby, we're way past all the corny shit, its obvious that you complete me, its obvious I'm a mess without you. You already know that."

Sighing I shook my head, "No Richard its not obvious, if it was I wouldn't be wondering about your new girlfriend."

His black brows scrunched together in a look that would be called adorable if he didn't already scream sex god. "What girlfriend?"

"Helena Bertillini, remember the girl you were photographed with."

"Kori you know how many photos there are of me and different girls, she is nothing to me. Just a simple fuck buddy and a good friend."

Growing more and more impatient with the argument I was obviously losing I sent yet another glare at his direction. "Don't you see if you really need me you wouldn't need fuck friends you'd focus all your time on getting me back. You would want only me, you wouldn't even look at another girl without thinking if she is not Kori Anders then she is trash."

He chuckled at my self absorbed attitude but his eyes remained serious and hard, "Don't you see baby, I fuck them wishing it was you that was under me, I fuck them as a way to get over you. But it never works, none of them compare to you. Non of them will ever be you."

The crew came back in and before I could retort something bitchy like 'damn straight' or 'don't you know it' we resumed our work.

Finishing the role of film we were dismissed and I returned to the dressing room to change back into my jeans and simple black band shirt.

Changed I hurried out of the studio and away from Richard Grayson and his wonderful heart manipulating words.

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'Black And Blue' by Bring Me the Horizon screamed angrily from my Mac iBook G4. Screamo was my savior, and Oli Sykes was my fantasy, the raw sound of his voice roared through the tiny laptop's speakers. Another noise added to my music, realizing that someone was knocking on the door I carelessly paused my music and walked to the door halfheartedly only to be greeted by Donna's cheery expression.

"Honey someone's at the door for you."

Thoughts turned once again towards Richard, "I swear if it's Grayson I'm going to chop his balls off with a nice blunt machete."

Ignoring my bitter and violent words Donna led me wordlessly to the front door. But instead of a pair of ice-cold eyes I was greeted with a pair of warm amethyst.

"Rachel!"

Giggling we ran towards each other and soon we were embracing and kissing. But her expression soon faded from that of glee to that of disdain.

"Kori, I have bad news."

Now worried by her tired tone my mind scurried to thoughts of Karen in the hospital because of alcohol poisoning or of Victor in a comma because of some freak football accident or maybe Gar's tofu went down the wrong pipe or… Deciding it was best just to ask Rachel I quickly asked what was wrong.

"Im pregnant."

Now that I wasn't expecting.

Laughing giddily I hugged and congratulated her, "That's wonderful news, don't be upset! You and Gar will be wonderful parents."

Her violet orbs looked lost and helpless, "That's the thing Kori its not Gar's child."

Falling forward I caught her and she wept in my arms.

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And there is my wonderfully short chapter. At least I updated. Although I have been horrible about updating I hope you guys are kinder and review ) Inspiration is always in the form of a review and if your lucky I'll update much sooner.