THE STORY"S ALMOST OVER! LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LAAAAA! I'm so excited, guys. I have everything planned out now.
Thank you all for continuing to support me and this story. If it weren't for you all, I probably would have just given up on it.
Once again, this chapter isn't HUGE. But it'll do.
ALSO: I DO NOT OWN TT OR GREASE.
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"Alright everybody!" Robin ordered, "Team meeting is now in session!"
The chaos and calamity continued. The Teen Titans barely noticing their leader's presence in the room.
"HEY!"
A hush quickly covered the crowd of superhumans, who now had their full attention on their leader. Robin sighed in relief, "Thank you. Now, as you all might know, Mission: Grease is the Word is almost complete. Hopefully, we will be able to make it home by tomorrow." He hoped, "Or even this afternoon."
Starfire continued, "The next major points of the story will be 'the race' and 'the carnival'. Both of these happen on the same day." She smiled, "So we should probably find out how we are going to carry out the rest of the," She glanced at Robin, "'Mission'."
"The guys will be coming with me to the race, while the girls will stay here and get ready for the school carnival. All of this will happen after school, of course." Robin smirked at his team.
A faint groan escaped the crowd.
The Boy Wonder smiled devilishly, "Alright! Any questions?"
"Yeah." Speedy raised his hand.
"What's up?"
"Why do the girls have to 'get ready' for the carnival. I mean, it's just a dumb school thing, right?"
Robin scratched his head, "I thought the same thing, actually. Personally, I'm not sure." He turned to Starfire, "Star?"
She giggled, "Since Robin has yet to see the movie, we can add more of an effect to the scene if he is 'surprised'."
"Uh… Right…" Robin blushed under his mask, "Anyone else? Questions? Grievances?"
This time, Cyborg was the one to raise his hand.
"Yeah, Cyborg?"
"What time is it?"
"'What time is it'-" He glanced at the clock, "It's only 8:25- 8:25? DAMN, WE'RE LATE FOR SCHOOL!"
"See? That's the one I've been telling you about..." Terra hissed to the girls around her while walking out of school, loud enough for Raven to hear, of course.
3:00 pm, Friday, and their mission was almost over. Raven was supposed to be happy, supposed to feel relief. But she didn't. Instead, she felt frail. Weak.
It really sucked.
Raven slouched against the wall of the school, Terra's words slamming her like a pile of bricks. She bit her lip and crossed her arms, keeping the hot tears in her eyes from falling. She was not going to cry, not here, not in front of everyone... especially him.
Girls giggled and stared as they walked by. Their whispers cutting going through her ears and stabbing at her heart... almost like a knife, a very painful and rusty knife. Her self-esteem was plummeting lower and lower by the second. She could hear the bits and pieces of their individual conversations... "Knocked up" and "Bun in the oven", or "slut" and "whore." The news spread like wildfire since the drive-in movie.
She only made one mistake, one mistake out of all the good that she's done in her life.
There were worse things she could do.
Obviously, she never intended to get pregnant. Hell, she wasn't even sure she actually was pregnant. All Raven knew was that ever since two weeks ago, she's felt like a defective typewriter. She just skipped a period, that's it. Nothing more, nothing less, unless you count for the fact that she felt like complete shit, and for the fact that she didn't even know who the father is, if there even was a father to begin with.
But, who cares? So what? So what if she was pregnant or not?
There were worse things she could do.
Raven could be just like any other teenage girl in the world, who would flirt with anything walking on two legs (and has a penis), but she's not. She could put on pounds of makeup, hook up with anything and everything that comes her way, but she doesn't. Just because she's half demon doesn't mean she's some kind of superslut. She doesn't fool around with every single guy she meets.
But that's not what the neighborhood thinks.
Or the town.
Or the school.
They look at her with their cold eyes, their icy glares, like she's some kind of criminal. They look at her like she's a liar and a thief, like she has no feelings. They look at her because they know what she is, a shrewd, slutty teenage girl.
She can feel and she can cry. But that's a fact nobody has ever known.
Thank Azar that they were all going back to Jump City soon.
Raven looked up to keep the tears from streaming down her face, from making her look weak.
She wasn't weak.
She was a strong, intelligent, beautiful young woman. Just... nobody knew it. And to be quite honest, she didn't feel like it. At all.
She felt broken, like she was slowly being sawed in half. And to make matters worse, HE came strolling out of the school with his friends, laughing and gabbing as usual, like nothing more was going on in anyone else's life. He raked his fingers through his greased up, pine green hair as he flashed a fanged smile at Robin and Cyborg, laughing at something one of them said.
Somehow, after all the horrible things he made her feel for the past week, he still seemed to appear fairly attractive to her.
What an asshole.
If he only knew. If he could really understand why she had to push him away. Maybe things would have been a little better, she could be happier.
She shouldn't care, anyway. It's not like the child is his. She may not even be pregnant to begin with. But it wasn't fair. The way he treated her, after she tried to spare him from feeling like this, was unacceptable. Raven bit her lip again, harder. She was absolutely not going to cry, not in front of him, not now, not ever.
He hopped in their car, along with Robin, Cyborg, and the boys.
A tear rolled down her cheek, she pushed it away.
To cry in front of him... That's the worst thing she could do.
"Cyborg, I really think you should race."
The half robotic man laughed at his friend, "And why is that? You don't want to get your pretty hair dirty?"
Robin frowned, "No. I'm just saying, you're better with cars than me. You actually race."
"That was once."
"Still."
Beastboy groaned, "Cy, you better agree. Or Robin's gonna be on your case forever."
Cyborg rolled his eyes, "Yeah. Okay."
"It's true!" The green teen argued, "I skipped training ONCE, and got beat up pretty bad during the battle after that session. The Boy Blunder's never let that go."
Robin smirked, "It's true."
"And," The Changeling continued, "What if Robin loses? Ya know, since he isn't the best at driving cars. What's gonna happen if we lose? What if we're stuck here forever?"
Cyborg growled, slightly annoyed, "If I agree to this, will you please shut up?"
Beastboy made a zipping motion with his hand over his lips, and gave a thumbs up.
"And will you," He turned to Robin, "Get off of my case about this?"
Their leader gave a thumbs up as well.
"Alright," Cyborg sighed in defeat, "I guess I'm driving."
Thunder Road. One of the most dangerous places to race in California (at least, in this universe it was).
The track was abandoned, and clearly unfit for modern-day road travel. Far away from town, along with the highway police station, it really was the perfect place for teenagers to do something so very stupid.
Kind of like what was going on now.
"Pinks?" Robin raised his eyebrows inquisitively.
"Pinks, you punk!" The pimple-faced greaser replied, "Pink slips! Ownership papers!"
Robin looked around, "Um…" He could see Beastboy and Cyborg cracking up behind their own car, "Okay."
"We race in sixty seconds. That'll give you chicks enough time to chick-en out." The boy laughed to himself and swaggered away, back to his own car, supported by his gang and girlfriend.
Oh, and that "girlfriend" happened to be Cha-Cha, who was timidly sporting a black eye (courtesy of Starfire).
Robin and the boys observed from a distance, "What do you think she's giving him?"
Cha-Cha grabbed something from her neck, and handed it to the Titans' opponent.
Beastboy crinkled his nose, "Probably a lock of hair… FROM HER CHEST."
"Ew. What the hell, BB?" Cyborg grimaced as he got into the drivers' seat.
Beastboy walked over to his window and shrugged, "I don't know, man. Trying to make you laugh. So you can lose that 'pre-race nervousness'…"
The rival gang's car roared to life, indicating the end of their sixty second mark.
"Well," Cyborg started up the vehicle, "Wish me luck."
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