Author's Notes: Today's chapter is per request from my good friend, GEEDZ, whom wanted to see our lovable duo in, dun, dun, dun!:
HIGH SCHOOL!
Let there be mini-skirts :D Enjoy!
Oh, and disclaimers where need be. I don't own Teen Titans and all that.
Murakami School
To say Murakami School had a slight problem was like saying that the Sun was hot.
Put simply, there was one student within the building whom detested the place, disobeyed the teachers and hardly ever did the work.
Tara Markov.
The blonde beauty hated school, pretty much. It was simply, utterly pointless, in her opinion. The lessons were utter crap, the teachers were dumb old fogies, the other students were either dumb-asses, goody-two shoe idiots, or bimbos obsessed with make-up and that crap. Tara Markov was not a girly girl who liked school, did her home-work and that. She resisted and disobeyed every demand and request made of her, never doing the work. In fact the only lesson she ever bothered doing was Geography, and even then, that was only for Geology.
Tara figured that she would be around 80-years old if she ever moved to complete all the homework she had neglected over the years, and the detentions she never went to.
And calling her parents wouldn't do nothing for her. Tara lived in a small flat, provided by social services, since her parents had long since died years ago. So, basically, the blonde had no problems in that regard.
Of course, disobedient as she may be, Tara Markov was no complete anti-social bitch. She only gave hell to those who deserved it, like a group of jerks bullying a younger kid or something. The school's other pupils quickly learnt the food chain though the 17-year old blonde:
She was in charge, they weren't. Simple as. She was pretty much the bad girl, though not in the complete jerk to everyone way, though it may seem so, due to her never socialising with anyone else.
School offered nothing to her. It was simply a waste of time.
And the cafeteria food sucked as well.
Tara figured that nothing interesting, good, with a point or whatever would ever come out of this place.
At least, until she came.
It was another crappy Maths lesson. The old teacher droned on and on about advanced Pythagoras or whatever. Tara wasn't listening, from the back of the class at her desk. She just slouched on her seat, not caring what the guy was saying, until the door opened.
Tara glanced at the entering figure with curiosity. It was a teenage girl, a rather nervous-looking one. This girl was fairly tall, at least half a head taller then Tara, with long flowing crimson hair, shining and lush, that reached past her shoulders to about halfway down her torso. Funnily, the hair colour seemed mighty natural, rather then dying it or something. Her skin was handsomely tanned, like orange or copper, and was pretty nice to look at. She had shining green eyes, comparable to jade or emeralds in their lush beauty. And she pulled off the uniform well. The white shirt, the black leggings, the mini-skirt. All of these empathised a curved body, with supple hips, an ample chest, every little bit of body perfect.
The males in the room all perked up, definitely, while the girls chattered quietly amongst themselves about this newcomer. Tara raised an eyebrow, impressed with the red head's beauty.
The red head quickly pranced over to the teacher, handed him a note, then moved slightly behind him, hiding somewhat behind him, her head bowed, hiding her nervous blush.
"Well, class." The teacher droned. "We have a new student with us. Everyone, meet Kori Anders. She'll be with us for the rest of the year. Now, Miss Anders, kindly sit next to... Oh. Well, sit next to Miss Markov there. At the back."
The class exchanged cautious glances. The new girl next to the school horror. This wouldn't end well.
Kori nodded, straightening the bright-pick bag on her back, before quickly darting over to Tara's desk and sitting down, looking about ready to faint.
Very nervous, she was, noted Tara, whom watched the red head with interest. She seemed to be a natural beauty, not a hint of make-up or anything, but lacked the confidence to use the potential of said beauty. Hopefully, her personality would be better then her looks. Tara did not want to have to deal with another bimbo in this damn school.
"Um... Hello!"
Tara raised an eyebrow as the red head addressed her, all friendly like, emerald eyes, quite hard to look away from, shining brightly. Evidently, trying to secure some kind of familiarity or friend in an unknown school. Her voice was feminine, of course, but cheerful and soft, not annoying at all, though formal.
Tara decided to give the new girl the benefit of her doubt. After all, she might prove interesting:
"Hi. I'm Tara."
Kori smiled shyly, but widely: "Pleasure to meet you, Tara. I'm Kori!"
"I know." The blonde replied, with a slight deadpan amusement. "The teacher told the whole class."
Kori withdrew at that comment, flushed with slight embarrassment, before sighing softly and pulling a Maths book from her bag, opening it, whipping a pen from her shirt pocket and getting to the work on the board, her crimson hair creating a curtain around her, hiding her from view.
Very shy, Tara noted. One obvious comment was all it took to drive the red head into a nervous withdrawal. Interesting. The blonde smirked slightly as she considered the possibilities. If the girl was shy, then it would up to her to break that shyness and find the confidence that had to be lurking within there somewhere. And what better way to do it then the old-fashioned way?
Tara wouldn't say she was a lesbian, but there was something about this girl that she just had to have. Well, she finally had something interesting to do.
Time to find the ways of wooing the new girl.
Tara smirked.
XXXXXXX
A week had passed since Kori had joined the school.
And Tara was very pleased, to say the least.
Kori was definitely by no means any mere bimbo. She was surprisingly smart, capable of answering all the difficult questions in subjects like Maths and Physics with ease. She was capable of eating anything the cafeteria dished out, all with healthy dollops of, would you believe it, mustard. She had a happy, enthusiastic flair about her, she had intelligence, she had a cure naivety. She was one of a kind.
All this, the blonde just loved.
Sweet, sweet Kori.
Of course, Tara was aware of competition. Most of the boys were eager to have the red head under their arms, and had waged a secret war against each other, the winner would earn Kori's heart. Of course, none of them were aware that the resident school terror also had her eyes on the prize.
And what a prize indeed.
Tara wanted Kori for herself. And nothing would stand in her way.
All she needed to do, was wait for the right moment, and Kori would be all hers.
Thankfully, another week later, that chance came to her in a glorious moment.
At any school, there will be those complete arrogant douche-bags that always thought themselves as better then everyone, flaunting around like a bunch of idiots.
This group, of course, was, funnily enough, a quintet of boys whom called themselves the Hive Five. Well, two of them, a mute kid called Elliot and another guy called Seymour, were alright. The other three, however, a big dumb lug called Baran, a little guy whom always spouted pseudo profanity called Mike and some hillbilly called, well, Billy, were complete jerks. Sure, they knew their place in face of Tara, but the jerk trio had their eyes on Kori. The blonde, naturally, didn't like that, so resolved to keep an eye on the pricks. If they tried anything on the red head, the blonde was pretty sure she would murder them.
Of course, that time came soon enough.
Tara often followed Kori around, simply watching her, waiting for the right time to get her on her own. Of course, a social creature like Kori was hard to cut off from the herd, but the corridor they walked through during this break-time was empty.
Except for three others.
Baran, Mike and Billy were loitering near the middle of the corridor, chatting to each other about whatever. They silenced as they noticed Kori approaching, ignoring or not noticing the following blonde. Just as the red head passed by, the trio fanned out, surrounding the surprised girl, whom quickly backed into the wall.
"Um, hello." Kori said nervously, her arms wrapping around her chest as her eyes darted around, desperately seeking escape. Naive and happy-go-lucky as she may be, Kori did not like being surrounded. "Do you need something?"
"Hello, pretty lady." Baran, or as his friends called him, Mammoth, due to his size, purred, or at least, as best a dumb-ass like him could purr. Tara narrowed her eyes as she observed the trio.
"We just wanted to get to know you." Mike, also known as Gizmo for his habit of tinkering, sneered. "After all, you are a very nice person."
He was being sarcastic, of course. All he wanted was the hot chick's fine ass all to himself.
"Yep!" Billy agreed, snickering to himself. Kori gulped nervously:
"I, er, appreciate the offer, but I must get going to my next class."
"Ah, c'mon, cutie!" Billy snickered, sauntering right up to the gril and actually daring to put his arm around her, the red head flinching away from him. "You know ya' wanna'-"
WHACK!
Tara's fist connected right with the dumb-asses jaw, a very satisfying crack sounding as Billy was knocked away from Kori, the unfortunate guy landing on the floor with an audible bump.
"Next time, try to display some kind of tact, or I'll just have to knock some into you- Get lost." The blonde girl sneered threateningly, Kori looking rather horrified as Mammoth quickly gathered up the squealing Billy and carrying him off, Gizmo retreating without his larger friends to back him up.
With the idiots gone, Tara seized Kori's hand and dragged her away from the scene, the red head protesting now:
"Why did you do that? You could have seriously hurt him! You will end up in trouble for this! Please, we must make sure-"
"I don't care if he's hurt or not." Tara snapped. "I'm glad if he is. Right now, all that matters to me is that you're fine."
Tara promptly dragged Kori into the girl's locker room, mercifully empty, so that no teacher would come across them. The duo safe from that, Tara released Kori and turned to face her.
"Now, are you alright?"
"I am fine!" Kori snapped, emerald eyes flashing. Tara raised an eyebrow at the vehement display, as the red head ranted on: "But you unjustly attacked another pupil! Do you not care? Are you not worried about the work or anything? Do you only enjoy hurting other people? I cannot have you hurting other people, when your work is so low!"
Tara smirked slightly as the red head ranted on. Kori was actually concerned for her. She did not worry about herself, she was only worried about Tara's record. No-one worried for her like that. Tara's desire for the girl in front of her increased evermore, and with that, with no-one around, Tara silenced the other girl by closing the half-metre distance between them, grabbing the taller girl's head and silencing her rant by pulling her into a deep kiss.
Kori froze, emerald eyes widening in shock, before Tara shoved her into the locker, the metal letting out a satisfying clang as Kori was forced against it, the blonde pushing herself up against the other girl, her arms wrapping round Kori, her lips deepening the chaste kiss.
Tara revelled in the soft feel of the surprised red head's lips. Silky smooth, soft as a cloud. And she tasted so sweet! Tara licked her tongue out to taste more of the red head's lips, darting round at the soft tanned skin around it, moaning softly as her muscle took in the magnificent taste of Kori Anders.
Kori was whimpering and whining under the blonde's dominance, her lean body writhing, but ultimately failing to get the other girl off, whom was clearly stronger. Finally, Tara detached her lips from Kori, grinning as the red head gasped for breath, emerald eyes surprised.
"I want you, Kori Anders." Tara hissed softly. "I want you."
Kori merely let out a soft whine, before Tara gently kissed her again, then moving her hand sup to pull the striped red and black tie from the red head's shirt collar and casting it aside.
Kori whimpered at the loss of a piece of clothing, before stilling as Tara gently whispered to her:
"Please, Kori. Let me love you."
"T-T-Tara, p-please..." Kori murmured, emerald eyes half-closing, before softly gasping as Tara's tongue ran up her tanned cheek, feeling the warm wet feeling of the blonde's appendage on her sensitive skin.
It felt good.
Tara's hands were not idle. As one gently ran up the red head's back, the other skilfully unbuttoned Kori's shirt, one by one, each loss of button splitting the white shirt, revealing more and more of the handsome copper skin underneath.
Tara purred lustfully as her tongue moved down to Kori's neck, licking at the thin muscle, before gently clamping her lips on the neck, feeling the heated, accelerated pulse underneath her mouth, tasting the sweet taste of her skin, before moving her hungry tongue to the pulsing windpipe, able to feel its desperate, husky breaths under the skin. Kori moaned as Tara's tongue lapped at her sensitive throat, her arms clutching at the blonde as Tara pulled back slightly.
The blonde smirked as the lack of shirt revealed the red head's ample chest. Twin orbs, the same shade of beautiful copper, more then a handful, their top half rather visible under a perhaps too small bright blue bra with shoulder straps, with the erect nipples clearly visible under the rather lacy material.
"Beautiful." Tara purred lustfully. "You have no idea how much I've waited for this. To have you moaning and writhing under me..."
"P-p-please..." Kori whimpered, gasping as Tara gently blew cool air onto what cleavage was exposed, smirking as Kori's grip tightened on her.
"Do you want more, Kori?" Tara purred softly, her tongue flicking out at the skin just above the left mound. "I won't force you. But I do want you."
Her answer was received as a tanned hand tugged her own tie off.
Tara did not disappoint. Her hand snaked under the bra and gently grasped at the soft flesh underneath.
So warm and firm! Tara moaned softly at the sheer feel of the red head's tanned breast, feeling its skin yield under her eager grasp as Kori let out a long moan, which Tara silenced by fiercely kissing the other girl. She did not want the other girls sounds to attract attention, not when she had her here, so hot and willing, all to herself. Hell, Kori's hands were fumbling with her own shirt now.
It was too good to be true. Kori returned her affections. Surprising, but appreciated.
Smirking into the other girl's mouth, Tara pulled off her own shirt with ease, and pressed her bra-clad chest to Kori's, withdrawing her groping hand with slight regret to push them tighter together, their lips locked-
RING! RING! RING!
And of course, the bell rang, just as it was getting real good.
Tara snarled in frustration, before reluctantly pulling herself off Kori, whom was gasping from what has just happened between them. Tara smirked softly, before pulling her shirt back on, followed by the tie, then helping the still rather stunned Kori with her own attire.
"Well... That was productive." Tara snickered slightly, gently tucking a strand of crimson hair behind the other girl's head.
Kori giggled softly, her emerald eyes gazing at Tara with wonder and passion: "Shall we... head off to our lessons now?"
Tara smiled. "Maths. Lovely."
"I can help you with any problems you may have."
"I'll need incentive."
"... Nothing below the skirt."
"That's my girl."
Author's Notes: Naughty, naughty! XD
Good ol' GEEDZ, you crazy pervert!
I hope you lot liked this! Next chapter, we'll find out how Star and Terra ended up under that couch.