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It had been almost a month since their unpleasant parting, and Raven tired hard not to think about it. But despite her trying to continue focusing on her classes and schoolwork, the guilt of what she said to him lingered.
She wished she didn't have to be so hard on him. She wished there were an easier way to get him to leave her alone. But she also secretly wished there was a way for her to have a normal life with him.
But she knew that wasn't possible.
So, she continued on with her mundane life, her attempt in normalcy. She focused on her classes and schoolwork. She stayed under the radar and did everything normal people her age did.
Raven left her last class of the day and walked out of the building. She took note in the beautiful summer afternoon as she walked past the campus.
But she suddenly stopped, her hands gripping the books in her hands tightly as she closed her eyes. She sighed deeply at the familiar aura that she secretly had missed. She quickly turned around just to drop her books in surprise. The blond hair, the Caucasian skin, the blue eyes. "What have you done to yourself!?"
He gave her a small smirk as he lifted up his hand to reveal the halo on his finger. "Vic can be a real pal."
She quickly shook her head as she crouched down to pick up her books. "I didn't ask you to do this."
He crouched down with her, handing her the textbooks. "No, but it's what you wanted."
She looked at him seriously, shaking her head again. "No, I didn't want you to do this."
"You said you wanted a normal life, and that you can't have that with me looking the way that I do."
Her throat tightened at the reminder. "Gar..." She protested, standing back up.
"Well now you can." He said hopefully, grabbing her hand. "Blonde hair and blue eyes, baby, it's as normal as it gets." He smiled confidently.
She sighed, pulling her hand away as she frowned. "I didn't want you to change."
His face fell as he looked at her confused. "Then what do you want?"
She wanted him to go away. She wanted him to leave her alone. But she also wanted him to stay.
Her mind swarmed with all the things she wanted, clashing with the other. She huffed in frustration. "I want you to take this stupid thing off!" She said grabbing his hand and yanking the ring off his finger. She watched his surprised reaction as his skin went back to its natural green color. She let out a relieved breath at the familiar shade as it brought a level of familiarity to her.
He started at her perplexed as she unconsciously lifted up her hand and caressed the side of his face. "I never wanted you to change." She told him earnestly.
He brought his hand up and placed it over hers as he instinctively relaxed into her palm. "Then what do you want, Raven?" He asked again, as he looked at her seriously.
She lowered her hand as she suddenly glanced around the campus, seeing the prying eyes of the students and teachers as the talked in hushed tones. "I want you to get out of here." She told him and his face immediately fell at her once again asking him to leave. But to his surprise she suddenly grabbed his hand, taking him away.
Raven rushed him across the campus and pulled him into her dorm building. She quickly brought him to her room and shoved him inside. She shut the door before letting out a relieved breath at the privacy of her corridors.
"I could have just put the ring back on." He told her, clearly noticing her discomfort.
"No." She told him, shaking her head. "I don't want you to wear that stupid thing."
He furrowed his brow confusedly. "It's only showing what I would look like if I were normal."
She turned back to face him. "No, what you look like now is normal."
His face dropped into an annoyed stare. "Well now you're contradicting yourself."
She sighed in frustration. "I know."
"So, this is normal." He said gesturing to himself. "But not normal enough to be here with you?" He tried to analyze, but her reasoning just confused him.
"Raven, what do you want me to do?!" He asked desperately.
"I want you to leave!" She suddenly shouted. But she instantly wanted to take it back because it wasn't true. And as she looked at his hurt expression, and felt his painful emotions at her once again rejecting him, she found herself uncontrollably bolting forward and kissing him. She pulled away with a heavy sigh before reluctantly speaking. "But I also want you to stay."
His face furrowed confusedly. Her bipolar emotions were clearly perplexing him. But then his features softened as he lifted his hand up and caressed the side of her face, pulling her closer to him. "Then let me stay."
Her brow contorted at the deliberation going through her head, just to quickly ignore her objection and reasoning. With just as much urgency as before, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed his again.
She was tired of sending him away. Tired of causing him pain. Tired of diminishing that happy, positive aura she grew to love. And with every kiss she gave him, the happiness he left only intensified, though she began to question if it was his emotions she was feeling, or her own.
She tightened her arms around him as his hands traveled from the sides of her face to the back of her neck. She arched herself into him, the copulation to be close to him clearly evident.
While every unexpected kiss between them was indeed a heated exchange, what was conspiring at this moment was something far more intense than what their previous encounters were.
She slowly stepped back, taking him with her as she backed up to her bed. She didn't break away from him as she climbed on top of the comforter, pulling him with her. She used one hand to prop herself up, while the other held the back of his neck, holding him in place as she continued to kiss him deeply.
He struggled keeping himself propped up as she yanked him on top of her. His heart pounded in his chest at the realization that she was pulling him on top of her, that she was below him, kissing him with more passion than he thought was possible.
Her mind was clouded with the intensity of their act, the heat of their union clouding her ability to process the choices she was making. But she didn't care, because she was basking in his aura. His emotions that were no longer happiness and positivity, but had shifted to a desire and longing for her that she never felt before.
She lightly pulled away from him with a gasp of much needed air, and an attempt to gain her train of thought. She looked at him with half-lidded eyes as he breathed heavily, staring back at her. "What do you want?" She suddenly asked, and he didn't hesitate to answer.
"You."
He leaned back down, but before he could close the distance between them there was a knock at her door.
"Knock, Knock... Hey Rachel-" Her neighbor began before stopping as she stared at them.
Raven quickly shoved Garfield off of her as she scurried off the bed. She swiftly straightened herself as she shook her head. "It's not what it looks like." She attempted to explain.
"Not your boyfriend, huh?" Her neighbor smirked knowingly, crossing her arms. Raven opened her mouth to protest but she was interrupted. "Look Rachel, it's none of my business. Though I honestly didn't picture you to go after superheroes." She smirked towards the Titan on her bed. "Just a reminder that we aren't allowed to have boys in the dorms after curfew."
Raven huffed. "Thanks." She said sarcastically.
Her neighbor continued to smirk in amusement as she began to shut the door. "Oh, and use protection." She added before shutting the door.
Raven sighed heavily into her hands as she slumped down on the edge of her bed. Embarrassment washed over her, along with the fear that her nosey neighbor might blab to other students about what she just saw. She let out another sigh before slowly turning to the boy beside her as he moved to sit next to her.
"Rachel?" He questioned.
"It's a secret identity I created for myself. If I used my real name people might connect the dots." She explained as she faced forward.
Taking the hint that he should leave, Garfield slowly stood up. "I guess I should go."
She quickly turned to him. "No." She told him, the words leaving her lips before she had time to think of what she was saying. He looked at her, surprised at her objection as she stood up off the bed. "I'm tired of you leaving."
He wanted to smile, but managed to keep it contained. "But what about the curfew?"
She shook her head. "I don't care about the curfew; I care about you."
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