I hate...

Playboys

Artemis POV

Five months ago

I walked into the school for a parent/teacher conference with my mom in tow. I opened the door to the science classroom (Where John had promised to meet me) to see my boyfriend of six months making out with another girl. I quietly backed out, and started considering how I should get my revenge, and I decided to simply break up with him.

I walked back in. "John?" I asked, "Why are you making out with Samara?" They jumped, and John looked startled.

"Artemis?" he asked, "What are you doing here? I- I thought your mom wasn't meeting with the teacher until later..."

"I lied." I said, pretending not to care. "Because, seeing your reputation as a playboy, I was worried you might be cheating on me. It seems my worries were justified. Goodbye, John. Have fun with Samara."

I turned and walked out of the classroom, and upon leaving, I heard them continue right where they'd left off. I frowned, determined to find another boy.

I grabbed my phone, and called dad. "Dad? Remember that boy John you wanted to kill? Yeah, he just broke up with me." I hung up before he could say a thing.

Funny thing is the next morning he turned up dead. No one said a thing about it to me, they'd somehow heard about our breakup.

One month later

"You've got to be kidding me!" I said to my mom. "I can't believe this! Three times in the past month I've caught my boyfriend cheating on me. Why? Why me?"

"Artemis..." she said, handing me mail. "Maybe... Maybe you should consider this, for next year."

"You opened it?" I asked. "Mom..." I opened it to find a full-ride scholorship for Gotham Academy. "What? You wanna send me to a private school? Mom, all my friends are at Gotham North..."

"The boy's there should be better." she said. "Girlfriends use money, and if they want to be rich when they're grown up, they'd be smart with girls."

"I don't want to go." I protested. "What about my friends?"

"Artemis..." she said, picking up one of my arrows. "If you don't... I'll take away your... extracurriculars."

"Mom!" I protested, "You can't do that!" My voice lowered, "Don't make promises you can't keep." I saw a tear roll down her cheek.

"Fine." she said, "You know I only want the best for you, Artemis. If, if you won't go for yourself, then... Go for me."

I looked at the scholorship, then back at her.

"Fine, mom." I said, hugging her. "I'll go. For you." I heard a muffled 'thank you'."

The Next Morning

"Artemis!" a girl called, and I pushed through the crowd to find her. "Are you Artemis?" I nodded. "Thank goodness! I thought I'd have to stand here calling for you the whole day! I'm you student Liason, Bette."

"Nice to meet you, Bette." I said, and suddenly a kid was beside me, raising a phone and snapping a selfie of the two of us.

"You'll laugh about this someday." he said, retreating from me. I turned to Bette.

"Who was that?" I asked, and she shrugged her shoulders.

"Just a freshman." she said, "Richard Grayson, he's a rich playboy." I frowned, wondering what'd happened to 'The boy's there should be better'."

"I hate playboys."* I said, following Betta to my first class.

"That's a wise policy." she replied. "Anyways, this is the..."

*Yes, she said it like Superboy said "I hate monkeys.", Robin said, "I hate Kansas.", and Kid Flash said "I hate royalty."