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DiScLaImEr: I DO NOT OWN BB. SAME GOES FOR THE OTHER CHARACTERS (cept me) AND SONGS.
~Chapter 2~ Hilda the Horrible
Ely typed swiftly on her laptop and sat, leaning on the rising bleachers of the game stands on the fields and sitting on the next row, under it. She bopped her head lightly and sang to the music on her headphones softly; much to Cat's preference of listening to her own music, but nevertheless, listening anyway.
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright...
Shake it like a polaroid picture!
Ely continued..Cat looked away from all the being-said "SHAKE IT's" and drew in her breath.
Cat poked Ely and pointed at a boy who jogged their way. Ely raised an eyebrow and laughed while singing.
Alex continued running laps around the track.
Cat grinned oddly.
Alex passed a short, quick glance at both girls and shook his head, staring ahead and ran away from them. Cat squealed as he reached a certain distance and sighed, lovingly. Ely shook her head, grinning teasingly. She unplugged the blaring headphones and out came the song from her laptop's Music Player.
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic?
And I love what you do
Don't you know that you're toxic?
Cat bopped at Ely with her notebook. "Why are you playing that song???" Ely plugged the headphones to her laptop's side and blushed.
"I.. downloa- I.. that song was-... Forget about it, okay?" she said and resumed singing again.
Say it aint so
I will not go,
Turn the lights off
Carry me home.
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na. Na na na na.
****
Natalie's eyes peered as the rest of her body was behind the couch. She snickered with every wince her sister made. Behind her blared a tv screen of old reruns of the past-time cartoon: TEEN TITANS. The episode was 'Fear Itself'
Hilda's anger pierced in her facial expressions and through her shouting.
"ELISELDA!"
"Hilda, is it that much trouble to-"
"You'll BET your measly body is in trouble. Where WERE you all this time???" She crossed her arms and tapped her foot on the ground as Ely sighed.
"I went with Cat and some of her friends to Cheezy Dan's. We managed to do some homework-"
"HOMEWORK?? *scoffs* Oh yah. I'll believe you did homework. Being the RESPONSIBLE student you are."
"You're saying I'm not?" said Ely, sarcastically hurt.
"It shows off brightly what a wise child you are." Hilda said in a hating-sarcastic voice.
"Well it's not like I get average-low grades!"
"DON'T SHOUT AT ME ELISELDA BEA-"
"Don't call me that, please." Ely said softly and Hilda's eyes looked as if she would choke her.
"Castigo de 3 semanas..." she said calmly, but monotonously. Ely's mouth dropped.
"WHAT-????!"
Hilda pointed her bony, wrinkled finger at her room and smiled darkly.
"You heard me. It might provide the time you need to think about why you're spending time in solitary." she said coldly and Ely walked quickly to her room, closing the door as slowly as she could, behind her.
****
The batmobile burst through the calm air over the city and landed atop a 40 floor building's roof. Out swooped Batman whom had engaged the vehicle's cameo-mode. He ran slowly across the roof and leaped to the neighboring building. He ran again and kicked opened the door leading to the stairs.
"McGinnis-" Bruce's voice wasn't responded to as Terry turned off the comlink for a second and breathed heavily.
Bruce scowled in the depths of the batcave, facing the darkening screen of the large batcomputer as Ace lay on the ground beside him, sniffing.
Batman ran down the stairs and landed down on the hallway and searched through the empty offices. He looked down the hall and ran down the second flight of stairs again. The next floor provided a fade source of light from an office door, opened 2 inches wide. Some shuffling of cabinets and papers were heard. Batman scowled and began to walk towards the office when he also heard a faded muffled voice. He hesitated abruptly and touched the walls with his fingers. Male muffled pleads came through the mics and Batman turned invisible. He stepped forward slowly and opened the door slightly wider for him to fit through. He spotted an elite-looking businessman ransacking through file cabinets, frantically, as a thin bulge of a business suit, wearing glasses with a dirty cloth clogging his struggling mouth and ropes bonding his hands and feet together tightly.
The elite man standing and ransacking sped through every available paper and turned to his feisty, tied-up opponent and pulled out a taser and shocked him slightly in the chest where the ropes fenced off the severest threat.
"Tell me where it is or I'll electrocute your spiny a-" his hand unknowingly pointed the taser towards him. His hand shook madly as if he were struggling with an unseen force. He struggled more and the man who sat, tied, widened his eyes in question an horror that he'd gone madder than present.
"What the-??!! The taser clunked on the desk and the man yelped as a pain struck his hand and was struck in the head, flying back and behind the desk, onto the unwelcoming rough-carpeted floor.
Batman turned visible, holding a baterang which he stored quickly in his belt.
"Lost your cred mount so soon, hotshot?" he spoke deeply at the face of a second, but weaker, hated source of Derek Powers; Raymond Charles.
Charles looked up as a trinkle of blood was swiped off his mouth from his sleeve.
"Wouldn't YOU know?" he said frustrated. Newsbreak of the day had been the cred-ratings' of the almighty money sensation, Raymond Charls, slipping ground-low. He lunged forward, growling and swinging two fists, one after the other, at Batman, who blocked them.
Then the man charged at him and sent Batman flying across the office. He flew out the window, breaking it, while at it.
He descended a few feet and his rocket thrusters were active and he flew up again. He hung from the window sill and flipped inside again. The man charged at him again, with taser in hand. He shocked him as he shouted and his arm drooped from the window.
He groaned slightly and the man grabbed his weakened body.
Ter managed to turn invisible but the man's grip didn't cease as he shoved him through the broken window again.
Terry yelled and fell again, this time not coming back up.
Charles smiled, pleased. He looked out the window at the many floors below, waiting for a splat. A few floors below his yell was silent.
Charles nodded and turned to his muffling patient.
Bruce, meanwhile, activated a switch and on lived the vid link on the batcomputer screen. He enhanced the com link but didn't scold Terry just yet. Instead he raised both eyebrows at the action taking place before his and Terry's eyes.
A baterang smacked a distracted Charles in the head and severe pain crossed him. He groaned loudly, holding his head firmly.
Terry growled furiously when he tossed it and lunged in through the window, visible again. It appeared he had been hanging upside down, above the broken office window in stealth mode.
"YOU need a new technique, pal!" he spoke through his gritted teeth.
The man tried to wrestle him off but Terry purposely pushed him down with his feet.
Charles twisted to get off his hold. Then, Batman kicked his rear, hard. The man, tied, raised an eyebrow along with an impressed, but surprised Bruce Wayne. Charles grunted loudly and groaned, defeated. Batman pulled out his batcuffs, scowling deeply and linking his wrists together as the aerial sirens approached outside.
"Aint it a shame?" Batman said, frowning but in a rough and teasing voice. "How cred-loss sends violence sky-high these days?" With that he untied the innocent dude and took off, running out the way he entered.
Bruce's gruff voice, whom he had forgotten, came in his ears once more.
"Interesting way to handle the 'cred-loss' issues."
Terry sighed and stopped in his tracks, crossing his arms.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"The actual strategy you used to nail him down."
"So I LITERALLY kicked his butt. Easy job: done."
"If it hadn't been for your ACCIDENTAL tapping of the power switch on the com-link you might have done a neater one. It really is a good thing how as us SUPERVISORS of trainees tend to carry backup."
Batman resumed running and hopped into the batmobile. Bruce's cold sarcasm was as worse and annoying as what Terry was feeling.
He sped off and steered the batmobile downtown for a night patrol, Bruce doing his usual scolding.
****
"GROUNDED???" came Cat's voice on Ely's phone.
"How did I deserve this, Cat?" Ely soke softly in the darkness of her room.
"How did you deserve Hilda Horrid, you mean."
Ely sighed and put her free hand over her forehead. "I dunno..."
Cat sighed. "Maybe you should talk to your dad these days?"
Then the dial tone sung long and loud in Ely's ears.
"CAT??"
Footsteps approached her room and in swung Hilda, carrying scissors.
"She actually has no more sense than you. GROUNDED. Meaning: NO PHONE OR PERSONAL PRIVILEGES OF LEISURE." she slammed the door and Ely still clung the phone to her ears and she realized the tone had disappeared. No phone???
Her head fell back on her pillows and she exhaled loudly.
Thursday morning broke into Ely's sleep as her alarm sang and was then punched to silence by her fist.
Her legs swung so fast off the bed, she winced as some pain travelled through them.
She got up and frowned at the mess of hair hanging from her head which wore a pair of eyes with a pair of bags under them.
She got ready for school, faced Hilda the Horrible, FOUGHT Hilda the Horrible, ran out the door with Natalie before Hilda broke a temper tantrum and broke a vase over her head, found her motorcycle locked and unavailable for use and.... cursed in Spanish.
"Mendiga vieja metiche.....!" She walked out of the apartments' garage lot and took the following bus after Nat's to school, arriving just seconds before marked tardy.
She panted and ran up the aisle to her seat.
Cat blinked and looked worried, but relieved at her sight.
"I THOUGHT Horrid Huntress had something to do with it..." The bell rang and both girls sighed. "Next thing you need is to set her off by being late-"
"But it's her frigging fault if that happens. CUT ME SOME SLACK, man! She locked my cycle and disconnected my phone line WITH SCISSORS. SHE IS PSYCHOTIC! She thinks tucking Nat in means shoving her into her room and merely SAYING 'Good night.' I might as well order for a new phone line since it could take weeks AFTER these 3 weeks of torture-" Cat shuffled through her papers and Ely turned as Mr. Malecer's eyes met hers.
"Interesting hearing the chatter in the morning isn't it ladies?" Ely smiled meekly and blushed. He turned to leave to his desk and Ely sunk lower in her chair. When he approached the end of the aisle he turned again, looking more serious. "Get to work, if you don't mind." Ely nodded but he turned before so.
She sighed and opened her book.
Terry's eyes turned to her, recalling her from GYM. She acted as if she was feeling just as worse as him. Maybe she was..Or maybe she exaggerated.. or-
"Mr. McGinnis, I hope the sign that you're awake for once doesn't bring negative results as well." said Mr. Malecer, raising his eyes from his coffee and roster.
Terry's shoulders rose and his head sunk a bit. He went back to his book.
Ely's eyes fell on him. Was it just her or was HE also chased by misfortuned events alongside her?
Eternal minutes later, 1st period ended and Terry told Max he'd catch up.
Ely grabbed her backpack and slung it over her shoulder, Cat following.
Terry opened his mouth to speak but Cat beat him to it.
"So far, Horrid Huntress won't come around shortening your time even if you bake her cookies." Ely half-scoffed and half-laughed.
"Hell nah." they turned and exited the doorway.
"There a problem, Mr. McGinnis?"
"Nah. Thanks. Later Mr. Malecer." he hurried out the door and shook off the feeling to talk to Ely until later in the day.
6th period neared as Terry looked at his watch, leaving 6 minutes left for dismissal.
His cel vibrated in his jacket pocket and he took it out, opening it.
M A D S T A N ' S M I S S I N G A G A I N . C O M E T O T H E M A N S I O N A S A P.
read the message. Short and to the point. Terry smiled lightly. He raised his hand high in the air. It took Mrs. Martel seconds to spot it. She paused her speech.
"Yes, Terrance?"
Terry winced unnoticably. "Mrs. Martel, I just got an urgent message from my boss. May I be excused?"
Mrs. Martel and Max looked oddly at him.
"I don't think it's so urgent as to be excused only 5 minutes before dismissal."
Someone in the back of the class muttered. "Then maybe it's not critical to care about this crud at such a drastic time.." Some students laughed.
Terry sighed under his breath and he took out his phone.
Mrs. Martel raised an eyebrow.
"Now, Nelson-"
"Mr. Wayne-" Mrs. Martel tensed. "I don't think I can make it at the moment-" spoke Terry into his silent cel-phone, turned off.
"Oh, it's okay, dear. You run along and take care of business. You're excused." Mrs. Martel said cheerily, blushing.
Anti-fool proof she was. Terry nodded and thanked her, winking secretly at Max who just smirked.
He was glad to be rid of Mrs. Martel's classroom and atmosphere. He ran through the halls and out the main school entrance. He got on his motorcycle and sped off to Wayne Manor.
"Oh, he's good." Max whispered to herself but Ely, who sat near her, overheard and smiled.
Both girls typed in unison.
Mrs. Martel spoke.
"Alright, class. For this weekend's homework:" the class groaned. Mrs. Martel pretended to have not heard them and she wrote the assignment on the chalkboard. Out of all teachers, Mrs. Martel was one of the few who still lived old-fashioned.
"To write a report on a specified biological term, it's importances in science and in life... Get your minds working." she said with a giggle.
"Due on Wednesday, you must have 3 bibliography sources. AND IT'S WORTH HALF YOUR GRADE!" she sing songed.
The bell rang and people trotted out, exhausted at merely the sign of homework.
"Ugh. Just what I need." Ely said while stuffing her laptop in her bag.
Max did the same. "Yah. Nothing like a litle term paper for torture." Ely chuckled and began to exit her row. Cat waited at the end of it.
"But it must be no sweat to you. You can beat this paper better than anyone." Ely said, smiling, and Max stood, looking pleased.
"Yah.. thanks."
"I'm Ely." said Ely shaking her hand.
"Max." Both girls laughed.
"This is my friend, Cat. Cat, this is Max." The three girls chatted their way out to the hallway.
"So you know.. Terry, is it?" Ely asked curiously.
Max looked at her. "Yah. We're real good friends." Max looked at both Ely and Cat's waiting eyes. "He works for Bruce Wayne. It's supposedly a part-time job but he's always slagged."
Ely nodded and Cat whistled. "Bruce Wayne. He must have it BAD," she said, amazed at his success...
Max smirked. Ely thought for a sec.
So, Terry McGinnis worked for Bruce Wayne? Maybe he wasn't as slagged as she thought.
"*sighs* Alright, we better head for the library, then," said Ely and Max piped up.
"Need a ride?" she said reading her mind and Cat raised an eyebrow, amused. "I'm part of your fan club and noticed your cycle missing in the lonely premises." said Max with a chuckle and Ely joined.
"Sure, thanks." "Yah, cool." both girls responded, relieved. Ely finally met her second favorite fan besides Cat.
"I feel for you, Ely-Chan." said Cat as she patted her shoulder, smiling as they walked out onto the student parking lot. "No home internet-access. Bummer being hit by this term paper."
Ely managed a laugh. "Dont remind me."
Max opened her sister's cardoors and smiled but frowned as a shadow appeared over Ely. She turned.
"Gee... poor Gonzalez girl. Where's your schway bike? I thought you were gonna give me a ride." Nelson said casually, leaning towards her as his friends laughed in the background.
Ely stared at him and smirked, evilly.
"Dunno about that." She reached the last nerve and, annoyed, swung her fist at his chin and he was knocked backward where his and her friends stared, shocked or admiringly at her.
"Bad time to talk." she sat in the back of Max's car. "Later."
Cat smirked and sat in the front seat.
"YOU, my friend, should join martial arts to be able to dash that guy." Max turned from the steering wheel.
"HEY.. I watched Teen Titans back in my day too...." Ely declared proudly. Cat agreed and Max beamed at her.
"Titans..." she grinned and started up the car, zooming off.
Ely grinned through the horrid thoughts of home.
'Hilda's gonna kill me.'
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***A/N: Wow.. not even MY mom is that cruel. *hand backstage pokes and voice snickers* -_- OK... To not bore the already few readers I have... Please check my bio for frequent updates on what IS true about me(*ELY*) and the ties to this fic (and some Spanish translations) if u wish. *poke* --__-- I PROMISE the next chapter is the rise of action and turning point! GET THE FIREWORKS STARTED!!! It'll be updated sooner than the 2nd chap. BTW. Max is also based on another of my friends: pen name: 'Robyn' (!)YAH ROB! *poke**sighs* Ok. I'm done. Please review...
DiScLaImEr: I DO NOT OWN BB. SAME GOES FOR THE OTHER CHARACTERS (cept me) AND SONGS.
~Chapter 2~ Hilda the Horrible
Ely typed swiftly on her laptop and sat, leaning on the rising bleachers of the game stands on the fields and sitting on the next row, under it. She bopped her head lightly and sang to the music on her headphones softly; much to Cat's preference of listening to her own music, but nevertheless, listening anyway.
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright...
Shake it like a polaroid picture!
Ely continued..Cat looked away from all the being-said "SHAKE IT's" and drew in her breath.
Cat poked Ely and pointed at a boy who jogged their way. Ely raised an eyebrow and laughed while singing.
Alex continued running laps around the track.
Cat grinned oddly.
Alex passed a short, quick glance at both girls and shook his head, staring ahead and ran away from them. Cat squealed as he reached a certain distance and sighed, lovingly. Ely shook her head, grinning teasingly. She unplugged the blaring headphones and out came the song from her laptop's Music Player.
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic?
And I love what you do
Don't you know that you're toxic?
Cat bopped at Ely with her notebook. "Why are you playing that song???" Ely plugged the headphones to her laptop's side and blushed.
"I.. downloa- I.. that song was-... Forget about it, okay?" she said and resumed singing again.
Say it aint so
I will not go,
Turn the lights off
Carry me home.
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na. Na na na na.
****
Natalie's eyes peered as the rest of her body was behind the couch. She snickered with every wince her sister made. Behind her blared a tv screen of old reruns of the past-time cartoon: TEEN TITANS. The episode was 'Fear Itself'
Hilda's anger pierced in her facial expressions and through her shouting.
"ELISELDA!"
"Hilda, is it that much trouble to-"
"You'll BET your measly body is in trouble. Where WERE you all this time???" She crossed her arms and tapped her foot on the ground as Ely sighed.
"I went with Cat and some of her friends to Cheezy Dan's. We managed to do some homework-"
"HOMEWORK?? *scoffs* Oh yah. I'll believe you did homework. Being the RESPONSIBLE student you are."
"You're saying I'm not?" said Ely, sarcastically hurt.
"It shows off brightly what a wise child you are." Hilda said in a hating-sarcastic voice.
"Well it's not like I get average-low grades!"
"DON'T SHOUT AT ME ELISELDA BEA-"
"Don't call me that, please." Ely said softly and Hilda's eyes looked as if she would choke her.
"Castigo de 3 semanas..." she said calmly, but monotonously. Ely's mouth dropped.
"WHAT-????!"
Hilda pointed her bony, wrinkled finger at her room and smiled darkly.
"You heard me. It might provide the time you need to think about why you're spending time in solitary." she said coldly and Ely walked quickly to her room, closing the door as slowly as she could, behind her.
****
The batmobile burst through the calm air over the city and landed atop a 40 floor building's roof. Out swooped Batman whom had engaged the vehicle's cameo-mode. He ran slowly across the roof and leaped to the neighboring building. He ran again and kicked opened the door leading to the stairs.
"McGinnis-" Bruce's voice wasn't responded to as Terry turned off the comlink for a second and breathed heavily.
Bruce scowled in the depths of the batcave, facing the darkening screen of the large batcomputer as Ace lay on the ground beside him, sniffing.
Batman ran down the stairs and landed down on the hallway and searched through the empty offices. He looked down the hall and ran down the second flight of stairs again. The next floor provided a fade source of light from an office door, opened 2 inches wide. Some shuffling of cabinets and papers were heard. Batman scowled and began to walk towards the office when he also heard a faded muffled voice. He hesitated abruptly and touched the walls with his fingers. Male muffled pleads came through the mics and Batman turned invisible. He stepped forward slowly and opened the door slightly wider for him to fit through. He spotted an elite-looking businessman ransacking through file cabinets, frantically, as a thin bulge of a business suit, wearing glasses with a dirty cloth clogging his struggling mouth and ropes bonding his hands and feet together tightly.
The elite man standing and ransacking sped through every available paper and turned to his feisty, tied-up opponent and pulled out a taser and shocked him slightly in the chest where the ropes fenced off the severest threat.
"Tell me where it is or I'll electrocute your spiny a-" his hand unknowingly pointed the taser towards him. His hand shook madly as if he were struggling with an unseen force. He struggled more and the man who sat, tied, widened his eyes in question an horror that he'd gone madder than present.
"What the-??!! The taser clunked on the desk and the man yelped as a pain struck his hand and was struck in the head, flying back and behind the desk, onto the unwelcoming rough-carpeted floor.
Batman turned visible, holding a baterang which he stored quickly in his belt.
"Lost your cred mount so soon, hotshot?" he spoke deeply at the face of a second, but weaker, hated source of Derek Powers; Raymond Charles.
Charles looked up as a trinkle of blood was swiped off his mouth from his sleeve.
"Wouldn't YOU know?" he said frustrated. Newsbreak of the day had been the cred-ratings' of the almighty money sensation, Raymond Charls, slipping ground-low. He lunged forward, growling and swinging two fists, one after the other, at Batman, who blocked them.
Then the man charged at him and sent Batman flying across the office. He flew out the window, breaking it, while at it.
He descended a few feet and his rocket thrusters were active and he flew up again. He hung from the window sill and flipped inside again. The man charged at him again, with taser in hand. He shocked him as he shouted and his arm drooped from the window.
He groaned slightly and the man grabbed his weakened body.
Ter managed to turn invisible but the man's grip didn't cease as he shoved him through the broken window again.
Terry yelled and fell again, this time not coming back up.
Charles smiled, pleased. He looked out the window at the many floors below, waiting for a splat. A few floors below his yell was silent.
Charles nodded and turned to his muffling patient.
Bruce, meanwhile, activated a switch and on lived the vid link on the batcomputer screen. He enhanced the com link but didn't scold Terry just yet. Instead he raised both eyebrows at the action taking place before his and Terry's eyes.
A baterang smacked a distracted Charles in the head and severe pain crossed him. He groaned loudly, holding his head firmly.
Terry growled furiously when he tossed it and lunged in through the window, visible again. It appeared he had been hanging upside down, above the broken office window in stealth mode.
"YOU need a new technique, pal!" he spoke through his gritted teeth.
The man tried to wrestle him off but Terry purposely pushed him down with his feet.
Charles twisted to get off his hold. Then, Batman kicked his rear, hard. The man, tied, raised an eyebrow along with an impressed, but surprised Bruce Wayne. Charles grunted loudly and groaned, defeated. Batman pulled out his batcuffs, scowling deeply and linking his wrists together as the aerial sirens approached outside.
"Aint it a shame?" Batman said, frowning but in a rough and teasing voice. "How cred-loss sends violence sky-high these days?" With that he untied the innocent dude and took off, running out the way he entered.
Bruce's gruff voice, whom he had forgotten, came in his ears once more.
"Interesting way to handle the 'cred-loss' issues."
Terry sighed and stopped in his tracks, crossing his arms.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"The actual strategy you used to nail him down."
"So I LITERALLY kicked his butt. Easy job: done."
"If it hadn't been for your ACCIDENTAL tapping of the power switch on the com-link you might have done a neater one. It really is a good thing how as us SUPERVISORS of trainees tend to carry backup."
Batman resumed running and hopped into the batmobile. Bruce's cold sarcasm was as worse and annoying as what Terry was feeling.
He sped off and steered the batmobile downtown for a night patrol, Bruce doing his usual scolding.
****
"GROUNDED???" came Cat's voice on Ely's phone.
"How did I deserve this, Cat?" Ely soke softly in the darkness of her room.
"How did you deserve Hilda Horrid, you mean."
Ely sighed and put her free hand over her forehead. "I dunno..."
Cat sighed. "Maybe you should talk to your dad these days?"
Then the dial tone sung long and loud in Ely's ears.
"CAT??"
Footsteps approached her room and in swung Hilda, carrying scissors.
"She actually has no more sense than you. GROUNDED. Meaning: NO PHONE OR PERSONAL PRIVILEGES OF LEISURE." she slammed the door and Ely still clung the phone to her ears and she realized the tone had disappeared. No phone???
Her head fell back on her pillows and she exhaled loudly.
Thursday morning broke into Ely's sleep as her alarm sang and was then punched to silence by her fist.
Her legs swung so fast off the bed, she winced as some pain travelled through them.
She got up and frowned at the mess of hair hanging from her head which wore a pair of eyes with a pair of bags under them.
She got ready for school, faced Hilda the Horrible, FOUGHT Hilda the Horrible, ran out the door with Natalie before Hilda broke a temper tantrum and broke a vase over her head, found her motorcycle locked and unavailable for use and.... cursed in Spanish.
"Mendiga vieja metiche.....!" She walked out of the apartments' garage lot and took the following bus after Nat's to school, arriving just seconds before marked tardy.
She panted and ran up the aisle to her seat.
Cat blinked and looked worried, but relieved at her sight.
"I THOUGHT Horrid Huntress had something to do with it..." The bell rang and both girls sighed. "Next thing you need is to set her off by being late-"
"But it's her frigging fault if that happens. CUT ME SOME SLACK, man! She locked my cycle and disconnected my phone line WITH SCISSORS. SHE IS PSYCHOTIC! She thinks tucking Nat in means shoving her into her room and merely SAYING 'Good night.' I might as well order for a new phone line since it could take weeks AFTER these 3 weeks of torture-" Cat shuffled through her papers and Ely turned as Mr. Malecer's eyes met hers.
"Interesting hearing the chatter in the morning isn't it ladies?" Ely smiled meekly and blushed. He turned to leave to his desk and Ely sunk lower in her chair. When he approached the end of the aisle he turned again, looking more serious. "Get to work, if you don't mind." Ely nodded but he turned before so.
She sighed and opened her book.
Terry's eyes turned to her, recalling her from GYM. She acted as if she was feeling just as worse as him. Maybe she was..Or maybe she exaggerated.. or-
"Mr. McGinnis, I hope the sign that you're awake for once doesn't bring negative results as well." said Mr. Malecer, raising his eyes from his coffee and roster.
Terry's shoulders rose and his head sunk a bit. He went back to his book.
Ely's eyes fell on him. Was it just her or was HE also chased by misfortuned events alongside her?
Eternal minutes later, 1st period ended and Terry told Max he'd catch up.
Ely grabbed her backpack and slung it over her shoulder, Cat following.
Terry opened his mouth to speak but Cat beat him to it.
"So far, Horrid Huntress won't come around shortening your time even if you bake her cookies." Ely half-scoffed and half-laughed.
"Hell nah." they turned and exited the doorway.
"There a problem, Mr. McGinnis?"
"Nah. Thanks. Later Mr. Malecer." he hurried out the door and shook off the feeling to talk to Ely until later in the day.
6th period neared as Terry looked at his watch, leaving 6 minutes left for dismissal.
His cel vibrated in his jacket pocket and he took it out, opening it.
M A D S T A N ' S M I S S I N G A G A I N . C O M E T O T H E M A N S I O N A S A P.
read the message. Short and to the point. Terry smiled lightly. He raised his hand high in the air. It took Mrs. Martel seconds to spot it. She paused her speech.
"Yes, Terrance?"
Terry winced unnoticably. "Mrs. Martel, I just got an urgent message from my boss. May I be excused?"
Mrs. Martel and Max looked oddly at him.
"I don't think it's so urgent as to be excused only 5 minutes before dismissal."
Someone in the back of the class muttered. "Then maybe it's not critical to care about this crud at such a drastic time.." Some students laughed.
Terry sighed under his breath and he took out his phone.
Mrs. Martel raised an eyebrow.
"Now, Nelson-"
"Mr. Wayne-" Mrs. Martel tensed. "I don't think I can make it at the moment-" spoke Terry into his silent cel-phone, turned off.
"Oh, it's okay, dear. You run along and take care of business. You're excused." Mrs. Martel said cheerily, blushing.
Anti-fool proof she was. Terry nodded and thanked her, winking secretly at Max who just smirked.
He was glad to be rid of Mrs. Martel's classroom and atmosphere. He ran through the halls and out the main school entrance. He got on his motorcycle and sped off to Wayne Manor.
"Oh, he's good." Max whispered to herself but Ely, who sat near her, overheard and smiled.
Both girls typed in unison.
Mrs. Martel spoke.
"Alright, class. For this weekend's homework:" the class groaned. Mrs. Martel pretended to have not heard them and she wrote the assignment on the chalkboard. Out of all teachers, Mrs. Martel was one of the few who still lived old-fashioned.
"To write a report on a specified biological term, it's importances in science and in life... Get your minds working." she said with a giggle.
"Due on Wednesday, you must have 3 bibliography sources. AND IT'S WORTH HALF YOUR GRADE!" she sing songed.
The bell rang and people trotted out, exhausted at merely the sign of homework.
"Ugh. Just what I need." Ely said while stuffing her laptop in her bag.
Max did the same. "Yah. Nothing like a litle term paper for torture." Ely chuckled and began to exit her row. Cat waited at the end of it.
"But it must be no sweat to you. You can beat this paper better than anyone." Ely said, smiling, and Max stood, looking pleased.
"Yah.. thanks."
"I'm Ely." said Ely shaking her hand.
"Max." Both girls laughed.
"This is my friend, Cat. Cat, this is Max." The three girls chatted their way out to the hallway.
"So you know.. Terry, is it?" Ely asked curiously.
Max looked at her. "Yah. We're real good friends." Max looked at both Ely and Cat's waiting eyes. "He works for Bruce Wayne. It's supposedly a part-time job but he's always slagged."
Ely nodded and Cat whistled. "Bruce Wayne. He must have it BAD," she said, amazed at his success...
Max smirked. Ely thought for a sec.
So, Terry McGinnis worked for Bruce Wayne? Maybe he wasn't as slagged as she thought.
"*sighs* Alright, we better head for the library, then," said Ely and Max piped up.
"Need a ride?" she said reading her mind and Cat raised an eyebrow, amused. "I'm part of your fan club and noticed your cycle missing in the lonely premises." said Max with a chuckle and Ely joined.
"Sure, thanks." "Yah, cool." both girls responded, relieved. Ely finally met her second favorite fan besides Cat.
"I feel for you, Ely-Chan." said Cat as she patted her shoulder, smiling as they walked out onto the student parking lot. "No home internet-access. Bummer being hit by this term paper."
Ely managed a laugh. "Dont remind me."
Max opened her sister's cardoors and smiled but frowned as a shadow appeared over Ely. She turned.
"Gee... poor Gonzalez girl. Where's your schway bike? I thought you were gonna give me a ride." Nelson said casually, leaning towards her as his friends laughed in the background.
Ely stared at him and smirked, evilly.
"Dunno about that." She reached the last nerve and, annoyed, swung her fist at his chin and he was knocked backward where his and her friends stared, shocked or admiringly at her.
"Bad time to talk." she sat in the back of Max's car. "Later."
Cat smirked and sat in the front seat.
"YOU, my friend, should join martial arts to be able to dash that guy." Max turned from the steering wheel.
"HEY.. I watched Teen Titans back in my day too...." Ely declared proudly. Cat agreed and Max beamed at her.
"Titans..." she grinned and started up the car, zooming off.
Ely grinned through the horrid thoughts of home.
'Hilda's gonna kill me.'
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***A/N: Wow.. not even MY mom is that cruel. *hand backstage pokes and voice snickers* -_- OK... To not bore the already few readers I have... Please check my bio for frequent updates on what IS true about me(*ELY*) and the ties to this fic (and some Spanish translations) if u wish. *poke* --__-- I PROMISE the next chapter is the rise of action and turning point! GET THE FIREWORKS STARTED!!! It'll be updated sooner than the 2nd chap. BTW. Max is also based on another of my friends: pen name: 'Robyn' (!)YAH ROB! *poke**sighs* Ok. I'm done. Please review...