Chapter 9
How does Kitten always seem to find me? She was like that annoying ex that always comments on your pictures. And somehow that analogy absolutely pertained to my situation. Anyways, Alfred called us town to the foyer.
"Oh God….Kitten's here…" Karen grumbled as she walked down the steps. She was speaking for all of us at that point.
"Master Richard, there is a young lady down here who says she attends school with you. Her car broke down in front of the Manor and it is currently in need of repair." And there was Kitten and her bitches, wet and standing in the same house as I was. Those words should never be in the same sentence unless I'm throwing Kitten out of the same house.
'Yeah…I know her. We do go to the same school." Richard turned his gaze away, scratching his hair.
"Hi Dickie Poo!" I rolled my eyes in disgust. The rest of her bitches imitated Kitten, cooing in ridiculous octaves. And Kitten still hasn't shaken her crush on Dick, I guess. Even though she had/has a relationship with Jon 'Fang' Byer, who goes to the rival high-school; Wolfman Jakerson High. Excuse me if I don't take the time to catch up on all of the relationship drama.
"Kitten." I smirked at Dick's voice. It was the voice he talked to Victor's Rottweiler, Nessarose, and the voice that he talked to bitches he hated.
"Well, are you just going to stand there? Invite them upstairs." Why would we invite them? They already tainted the nice carpet.
"Aaallllfrreeedddd…." Whined Dick, pouting and crossing his arms over his chest. It was so adorable.
"My word is final, Master Dick." Dick grumbled all of the way up the steps as we stayed silent. Kitten and her drones were following us up the steps. I could hear their giggles and Kori's questions. I still couldn't believe how much they'd gotten to her. Once we got to his room, he stopped in front of the door and just stood there. He turned around to look at us.
"Alright, some ground rules; no touching anything, no telling anyone about this, and no pictures." He was obviously talking to the other girls. We were allowed to touch everything and update our Instagram.
"Hehehe 'kay." I could tell she was twirling her hair and batting her eyelashes. If Dick noticed, he didn't acknowledge it as he opened the door. The girls went wild at Dick's room, squealing and palpitating. All except for Kori. She just stood there, blinking in unimpressed annoyance.
"I do not see the excitement in how you would say, fangirl joy. It merely a bedchamber." I smiled, as did everyone around me. She seemed pretty cool, much more sane than the rest of those bitches.
"Shut up Kori! You've obviously never been in Dick Grayson's house!" Neither have you Kitten! You need to shut up.
"Eh! Leave her alone." I was surprised to hear Karen defend her. Kitten held up both her hands.
"Jeez. Calm your tits Karen…" Oh…she was in for it. No one told Karen Beecher-Duncan what to do. No one. And Kitten would learn that the hard way.
"Shut up Kitten; if you know what's good for you." Karen threatened. Her voice was low and it made all of us mentally back up a step.
"Okay okay sorry…" She rolled her eyes as we made it over to the beanbags and sat in our respective spots. Allie Krista pouted and squinted her eyes.
"How come they get to sit in beanbags?" Oh, I don't know. Maybe because we're actually friends.
"These are ours, Krista. They've been ours ever since elementary school." Victor explained. She swooned when he said her name and I rolled my eyes. These girls were so ridiculous.
"Anyways…what do you want to do?" asked Dick, flopping down on the bed. I got up and joined him.
"Truth or Dare?" proposed Karen, smirking in Karen-has-a-plan-that-could-save-the-human-race way.
"Sure!" giggled Kitten, the air-head creeping its way into the statement.
"Alright…let's do it in a spin the bottle sort of way. You have to spin the bottle and whomever it lands on you have to ask the question or give the dare. Got it?" asked Victor. We all nodded as Dick went to fetch an empty bottle. There was absolutely no small talk. We just sat there in awkward silence until he returned.
"Since I'm so awesome, I spin first." Dick smiled and shook the bottle. I laughed and nodded. He put the bottle down on the carpet. Round and round it spun until it landed. Victor.
"Victor. Truth or dare?"
"Truth." Dick looked up to the ceiling in mock-thought. And Victor was getting agitated.
He kept on thinking, pissing Victor off farther.
"Just ask the damn question already!"
"Alright alright! If you had to choose one of us for a threesome, who would you choose?"
Victor feigned a blush and looked around, obviously not liking what he saw.
"You've got to answer it." Dick pressed, leaning in towards him.
"Alright pretty boy; I choose Rachel." The room went silent; I'm convinced the whole Manor went silent. Kitten's mouth hung open.
"Okay…Victor spin." Dick rolled the bottle towards Victor, and being Victor he caught it at the perfect angle. Round and round it spun until it landed. Paige.
"Okay Paige. Truth or Dare?" Paige blushed and breathed deeply. Everyone had a crush on Victor it seemed.
"Truth." Victor rolled his eyes to the back of his head.
"Is that your real nose?" The room went silent as she blushed.
"No…." I smirked. Even though we all knew it, it was just satisfying to hear her say it out loud.
"Paige. You spin." Victor rolled the bottle over to the Paige. And being Paige, she missed it.
"Okay Victor…" She giggled. Karen was getting antsy. Round and round it spun until it landed on Kitten. Paige must be scared as hell, because Kitten could make her life miserable if she asked the wrong thing.
"K-K-Kitten…truth or d-dare?" I actually felt kind of sorry for Paige. But not that sorry, since she chose to go with Kitten in the first place.
"Truth." Paige seemed to have a question already in store for her.
"Have you ever stalked somebody?" Kitten tensed up.
"Yea. Can I see the bottle?" Paige obediently rolled it towards Kitten. Dick seemed like he wanted to say something.
"To make this more interesting, you have to take dares now. Because this game sucks." Kitten nodded, spun the bottle, and guess who it landed on? That's right; Richard.
"Kiss me." I knew she'd ask that. We all knew. She couldn't be more obvious. Since it was the law of the game, Dick leaned in to give her a quick peck. But she grabbed his face and turned it into a full on kiss. Tongue and everything. From her, at least. Dick was just sitting there. Once she released, Dick fell backwards. He regained his character he took the bottle and spun it.
"Rachel." I wasn't surprised at all.
"What?"
"I dare you to sing 'Mass Text' by Tay Allyn." There were chuckles and gasps. Of course he knew how much I hated to sing.
"Now?" He nodded.
"Right now." I sighed.
"Hey… so we've been talking for a while, and I thought we were cool. Did I miss something?
Why didn't I get your mass text? I'm in your contacts. Why didn't I get your mass text? I'm in your contacts. Why didn't I get your mass text? I'm in your contacts. Why didn't I get your mass text? I'm in your contacts." They were holding in their laughter very pathetically.
"Keep going." Richard had to put a fist up to his mouth to keep in his laughter. I rolled my eyes.
"The party invite's made and you just pushed "send".
I'm confused cause I got left out again.
I like you, this is not enough.
Trying to read you, ugh it's so tough!
So…" The whole room went quiet. My eyes went wide when Dick left the room. I got up and followed him.
"Richard?" I called out in the dark.
In all of my years of being there, the Manor was a really scary place. There were many dark hallways and winding staircases. We've never been in the basement, though, No one except for the immediate family was allowed down there. I'd idly wondered when I was littler, but then I learned respect for boundaries.
"Rachel?" I heard Richard call. He was distinctively near.
"Why'd you leave?" I asked as a flash of lightning illuminated the hallway. We made our way outside to the pool. We'd taken off our shoes and were wading. He kicked my leg and I lost my footing. He grabbed me and hoisted me up.
"Keep your footing little mouse." I giggled and sat up straight.
"Stay afloat little bird." He chuckled and splashed some water at me. I splashed it right back.
"I like doing this." He turned to me, confusion etched on his face.
"What? Swimming?" I laughed and shook my head.
"I like doing things alone with you like this." He blushed and turned away.
"I guess I do to. I don't have to be serious or raunchy around you. But I have to be both, since that's just me." He nudged me.
"That's why I love you." I ruffled his hair and he touched scooted away from me.
"Don't touch my hair! You know how long it takes me to get it this sexy!" He tried to rearrange his hair, but it was just ruffled adorably. He was just an adorable boy.
"So…your eighteenth birthday huh?" He nodded, looking somewhat forlorn.
"Yeah. When your party, Rachel?" He elbowed me.
"Don't party. I have dinners though, but they're usually family-only." Richard frowned and made his eyes hostile.
"What? Just because we're not related we can't do anything for your birthday?" I shook my head. I'd never really had any friend parties before. My family was very close. My mother's side, at least, but that's what I considered my family. I don't consider my father family. I just…can't.
"'Fraid not Richie." He shook his head and narrowed his eyes.
"We should go somewhere! Not us, of course; maybe Karen and Vic too." That was nice. I loved going on trips with him. He was such a good companion.
"That'd be fun." We sat in uncomfortable silence, wading our feet and swishing around.
"We should go inside." He got up and went over to get a towel. I was confused, but I was cold. It was always cold in Gotham.
"Wait! Richard!" I grabbed his shoulder and spun him around.
"Wha-" I wasn't aware of how close we were to the pool, though. So we fell in. I mean full body, full hair, and full everything. The water was ice cold and it was a cold Gotham night. Not a good mixture.
"Shit!" I felt Richard grab my arm and hoist me up. It was just so hard to breathe right then and there since Richard fell on top of me in the pool. He weighs a lot more than I do, so I was crushed. The water was spilling into my lungs. I was coughing and sputtering. I felt his lips on mine and his hands on my chest. But of course I thought nothing of it; he was rescuing my life. He'd kept his lips on mine for a long period of time, pushing on my chest for dear life. I felt water escape up my throat. Richard pulled away.
"Rach?" He caressed my cheek. I sat up and stared into his eyes.
"Richard?" He attacked my lips in a frenzy. Hands groped, noses bumped, clothes were evil. I responded instantly. But I stopped quickly. He seemed confused.
"Rachel?" I looked back at him. His blue eyes looked so innocent, his was dark as night. I couldn't help but touch it.
"Richard…take me inside…" He smiled, picked me up, and carried me inside. And I shamelessly buried my face into his chest.
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I really just wrote that. Yup, I did. I think the romance part will be coming up soon. Did anybody catch that Wicked reference? Congrats if you did. Review and Favorite. Grammar Nazis and Flamers welcome.
