AN: Chapter Two is now up and running...or something. Anyway, i hope you're enjoying my little story thus far. So...not much to say about this chapter.

Disclaimer: I in no way, shape, form or fashion own Teen Titans or anything else mentioned in this chapter that has its own copyright. I however do own the idea/story.

On With the Story...


Chapter Two

The school day ended as quickly as it began and I found myself quite annoyed standing by Komi's little red sports car; I wondered if she even knew I had a schedule to keep. I had to submit my latest drawing to my website and get ready for our annual "schools started…so long summer" end of summer party.

"Come on Komi." I mumbled, drumming my fingers on the roof of her car.

"My, my, impatient aren't we?" Richard asked as he sauntered up behind me, keys jingling, the hottest lop-sided grin gracing his face.

"I may be, but who knows? I say let the impatience be left to the impatient and the waiting left to the patient." I replied smoothly.

"Ah, true, true." He replied nodding. "So you wanna ride?" he asked breaking our poetic moment.

"What are you waiting for?" I asked, sliding into the front seat, buckling the seat belt and smiling ear to ear.

He laughed at my enthusiasm and grabbing a pen from behind his ear and a scrap piece of paper from his back pocket, scribbled a note and left it on my sister's windshield.

"What was that?" I asked after he got in.

"A note telling your sister I took you home, so she won't worry, ya know." He answered smiling.

"I don't think she'd care. If Mother didn't make her take me to and from school everyday, she'd leave me, make me walk home." I stated bitterly.

"That sounds harsh. Surly you sister's not that bad." He countered as he started the heavenly, purring, V-10 engine.

"Yeah, well your not her sister." I said frowning, looking out the window and focusing on the sound of the V-10, wishing I could just tell him how I felt.

"Hey Kori?", "Hey, Richard," we blurted at the same time.

"You first." He stated.

"No, you." I insisted.

"Ladies first." He instructed.

"I insist." I replied, smiling at him before I turned back to the window.

"Um…I know you don't much like your sister…" he started tentatively. I had a feeling I wouldn't like what was about to come from his mouth. "…but it wouldn't put a strain on our friendship if our flirting got more serious would it? If I asked her out?" he finished nervously. I think my heart not only broke in half at that statement, it shattered into a million pieces.

"No." I almost chocked, trying my hardest to keep the emotion out of my voice. "It won't put a strain on our friendship, go ahead ask her out, I don't care." I lied, giving Richard the most award winning smile I could muster. He returned it, relief all over his face as I turned back to the window.

"Oh, what did you want?" Richard asked bringing me back into the vehicle.

"Nothing, it's not important anymore, plus I forgot." I lied again, trying to cover it up with nervous laughter.

He just smiled softly, knowing I forgot things easily and fell for my lie.

We rode the rest of the way from the school in silence and I was more than grateful. I didn't know how much longer I could hold the tears that were threatening to burst, back. I was relieved when we finally pulled up to my driveway. I jumped out and was about to shut the door when Richard's voice stopped me.

"What's the hurry? You never get out of this car that fast." Richard asked, truly oblivious to the emotional pain he caused me.

"Everything's fine." I lied again. "My fans are waiting." I spoke holding up my sketch book and smiling, smile quite fake.

"Ah, of course!" Richard smiled. "Until tonight?"

"Yeah, until tonight." I replied remembering our party that was scheduled to be at his house this year. I ran into my house and up the stairs, silently slamming my door on the mental picture of Richard's relief ridden face. How could he like her? He was too deep, too sweet…too perfect for a pathetic fake like her.

I dropped my messenger bag and purse down on the floor beside my desk and collapsed into the desk chair. Opening up my newest artwork, I couldn't hold my tears back any longer. At the sight of the painting I had done of a picture of Rachel, me, Richard, Gar and Vic last year the dam broke and the tears fell…and fell.

I submitted the painting onto my website with blurry eyes and short breathes, and then opened a new journal entry.

'Why must love be so complicated and confusing,' I began to write, 'Why does love treat me so? Why does it have to be that I love a boy who's in love with my fake perfect sister? Please, someone, tell me what I need to do. Oh, yeah, a new submission for you.'

I logged off and flopped onto my bed, grabbing my fuzzy wolf stuffed animal that Richard had won me at the carnival last year. Setting my cell phone alarm for five, I curled into a little ball, content on crying myself to sleep before our little 'party'


AN: It will get a little bit more interesting in the next chapter...at least if i remember correctly it will. Next chapter is the party...wahoo! so stay tuned. i hope to have it typed up and submitted by Saturday...Sunday at the latest. Review please...and thank you.