I really appreciate my first review from VanishingIntoMyOwnWorld!! I really appreciate everyone else who has read it as well, I have done like eight chapters but I am constantly going into each one and changing and adding things before I actually put it in. I hope this chapter isn't too long and scatter like. I will accept criticism but no pure flame, if you give me a suggestion I will take it into consideration. Once again I do NOT own Teen Titans and all that jazz.
Chapter Three: Beet Red Face and Story Time
Raven's POV (as always.)
I was sitting on my bed listening to my I-pod trying to drown out my parents upstairs. I always found comfort in my room, it was in the basement and it was almost like it was secluded from the rest of the house which is what I felt like most of the time anyways.
I was working on some of the worksheets for math, finding that it wasn't as easy to do when I had been able to take proper notes ever since Logan began his little note frenzy. Responding to Logan's little notes were almost becoming a routine that I found myself being drawn into, even Melissa joined in, she liked talking to me and Logan, it kept us amused while the others were bored out of their minds taking notes.
Afterwards when the notes were over and the worksheets would be passed out the three of us would work together and amazingly get them done and have the right answers. I was stunned at the fact that I was doing well in a math class let alone I was actually getting along with Logan. Math became easier to understand though once we got into our little groups to work on them, but I didn't do that today. He still annoyed me but I just accepted it and went along with whatever crazy idea he had to talk about each class.
We got into making one liner stories the other day, where Melissa would begin the story with one line, such as 'Once upon a time there once lived a young chipmunk who loved to terrorize' then she would leave it off to where I would pick the next part of the story up. I would fold the paper over her sentence and write down the rest of the sentence. 'Little bunnies who ruled the world of baby carrots, until one day.' Then I would pass the note back to Logan and he would then continue the story with the next sentence, and pass it to Melissa to read. The trick was getting the story to fit in with what everyone else was saying. We would sometimes write a maximum of 2 pages but it was much more fun with one page. Once someone finished the story off with 'The End' then Melissa would get to read it first and then it would go to me. The story would end up coming out hilarious and random sometimes if we were able to get the words just right. However other times it would just come out a nonsensical mess.
'Once upon a time there once lived a young chipmunk who loved to terrorize… little bunnies who ruled the world of baby carrots, until one day… the evil space alien infected all the baby carrots with a… zombie virus that spread when you ate chicken that had not been… tie-dyed properly and was not… put into a jar full of chocolate crème filled donuts so… the chipmunk decided to move away to… a place where no one could beat him over the head with… a stick of salami that had been… used as a pole for a stripper who got…. Frogs as a form of payment for her great… kissing skills that she acquired from… the far away prince that loved to eat… rice-a-roni like it was candy..... Then everything blew up so it didn't matter. The End'. We would laugh our butts off at how random yet hilarious it was.
We got lockers the other day and of course his was right beside mine which meant when the bell rang for our lunch and we would rush out of there we would get squished together by all the other hungry teens that were trying to get to their lockers beside us.
During lunch I saw that I and he had the same exact hang out spot, the library or in front of it when it was closed. We slowly began talking about books; I never knew he was interested in them. We liked the same things from horror to fantasy on to comedy even. What I found funny was that we could carry on a conversation amongst ourselves but he never showed any sign of emotion as to what he was feeling whenever he said what he liked and didn't liked. I figured he wasn't ever really truly happy unless he was annoying someone. I was use to being the one who didn't show emotion but I only did that to hide how much I really felt. I didn't like people to see me, but with him I felt like I needed to open up so he would feel obligated to do the same.
I found myself staring at him more, trying to figure him out. I could usually read someone just by looking at them but with him he was a complete mystery and somehow that drew me into wanting to know more about him. I didn't even see myself slowly slipping into feeling for him. Not until that is today when I was sitting in class taking notes and I suddenly felt a slight tug on my hair, I learned this meant he usually had a question, so instead of turning around I laid my head back on to his desk and looked up at him.
"What?" I whispered.
He looked at me for a second and I became confused and then realized he had placed his chin down onto my forehead. I began to blush a little and couldn't think of anything to say. No boy had ever been that close to my face before. I was startled, and just when I was about to find my voice again Melissa turned around to hand me the worksheets, I quickly moved my head and all of a sudden I heard two pairs of laughing voices, I looked up confused. Melissa and Logan were holding their stomachs and laughing. I was so confused I looked back at Logan and gave him a quizzical look.
"What are you guys laughing at?" I asked waiting for an answer.
Melissa answered me first through a fit of giggles, "You almost got slimed, and I saw it right after you moved your head."
"Huh… what the heck do you mean I almost got slimed?" I raised my voice a little.
"I was about to plop my tongue out onto your forehead and give you good lick, then you ruined it by moving." Logan laughed out behind me.
My face went beet red, I couldn't tell if it was embarrassment or anger. All I knew was that I couldn't speak afterwards. I just stared down at my worksheet trying to work on it by myself this time. I didn't finish it so I had to take it home and work on it. Hence why I was having trouble on it now.
I was trying to work on it when I saw my phone had a new text message on it. No one ever texted me, so I looked at it for a minute deciding on if I wanted to open it or not, I paused my I-pod in case I would need to call the person whoever they were.
I grabbed the phone and flipped it open to see that it said 'hey.' I was a little confused as to who it was because I didn't notice the number. I quickly replied 'who is this?' a couple of seconds later I got another message 'it is me Logan, weirdo.'
I was stunned at first but my fingers were already moving about the phone 'how did you get this #, I didn't give it 2 u?' I sent it and began to think about all the consequences if dad found out I was texting a boy.
He was a real stickler about it, my mom would love for me to date, but I am just not the dating kind. I tend to scare people, mostly guys away. I looked down at the new message icon blinking at me as if to say 'danger danger, do not open'.
I disobeyed and opened it anyways, 'I got it from Kori's phone, and how are you doing on tat math wksht? I can't figure it out.' I sighed in remorse, why couldn't he just leave me alone it was bad enough I dealt with him at school why does he have to invade on my personal life as well.
'Well that was very wrong of u 2 take personal info. From someone's phone and I am not doing 2 well on it either. '
'Yea maybe if you had sucked it up and worked with us then we wouldn't have this problem.'
I suddenly became defensive and hurt, 'well if I want 2 work all by myself I can damn well do it.' I tossed the phone back on the bed and huffed at it as if it was the enemy. The new message icon popped up again. I didn't want to look at, but for some reason felt compelled to. I flipped it open and saw the message and blushed.
'Well sorry then, do you want to work on it 2gether tomorrow morning b4 classes start?'
I looked at it a little longer and realized that I did want to work with him, I really couldn't not want to. I slowly typed my answer back to him feeling anxious all of a sudden. 'Yea I guess so, where do you want to meet?'
Almost instantly he replied back, 'the library, duh where else r we suppose 2 work?'
I felt my face go beet red for the third time that day and this time I just gave up being angry at him and just chucked the phone down onto the bed. I fell back onto my pillow with a sigh and turned my I-pod back on and tried to determine if I should just go back to working on it a little bit more.
I growled and decided it was late, I turned it off and I sank deep into my blankets not even worried about covering up or putting away the books and papers on my bed.
I rolled over and turned off my bed side table lamp. I laid there for thinking about what tomorrow had in store for me and slowly drifted off to sleep.
