note-I don't know what I wrote in the 'sneaky peaky' at the end of the last chapter, but if it said anything about morning time then I am terribly sorry. I have decided to skip the morning as it is boring and gives me a headache.
Chapter Seven
The purple haired girl set the water bottle down on the table next to the open laptop. She had a look of grim determination on her features but the girl who was typing on that laptop was basically ignoring it.
"So, Winter," Raven said, pulling the water bottle back when Winter reached for it, "You aren't getting this until you tell me everything."
The girl rolled her blue eyes and went back to typing.
"Sorry, Rae, but I have to finish this chapter before the night's over. I have to update tomorrow."
Purple eyes narrowed and the promise of the utterance of three deadly words was apparent. (Interpretation: she was pretty close to saying 'azarath, metrion, zinthos')
The lights around the cafe suddenly went out and the laptop's screen went blank. Winter looked at the blackness in disbelief, pushing a few buttons experimentally which did not do anything. She was just about to accuse Raven of doing this when she saw John, the waiter, go up onto the stage with a flashlight and make an announcement.
"The thunderstorm made the lights go out, but the generator'll kick in any minute now."
The blonde and red haired girl looked like she was about to scream.
"Give me the bloody water, Raven," she growled and the empath complied, "How'd you find me, anyway?"
"I'm psychic, remember?" The two were silent for a couple minutes, but the purple haired girl sat down on the stool next to Winters at the table and said, "Now that you're not busy, tell me everything that I don't know."
Winter closed her now dead laptop, took a swig of her water; enough to finish the bottle, and, getting up from the table and preparing to run, stuck out her tongue at Raven.
"You're stuck with your own knowledge for now, love. You have to wait for updates just like everybody else."
"In 1828, Congress passed the highest tariff in the history of the nation. The 'Southerners' had a nickname for it, does anyone know what it was?"
A few students raised their hands feebly. The man teaching the class did not choose any of them but instead answered the question himself.
"They called it the 'Tariff of Abominations.' And does anyone know what an abomination is?"
The History teacher went on like this every day, just with different topics. He always asked questions, and when people raised their hands he didn't call on them. When people didn't raise their hands, he yelled at the class saying that they weren't doing their homework, which he then would assign more of.
In the back of the classroom, the desks which some people would kill for, sat the three 'R's, and I don't mean 'reading, 'riting, and 'rithmetic'.
"Maybe if I attempt to murder someone he'll notice," Rayne whispered this into Dick's ear. The spiky haired boy gave Rayne a 'look'. What did that look say? I don't know, I wasn't there. But Rayne tells me that it was a 'shut-up-or-I'll-start-to-laugh-then-we'll-both-be-in-trouble' look. Hey, it could happen.
Rayne felt something press against her left elbow, and turned to see Raven passing her a note.
"I feel popular today," she whispered to herself as she collected the folded piece of paper from her purple hoodied friend. Inside of her textbook she unfolded it to find a short message.
"He would notice. He would probably call the history book company and demand it be put in next year's edition. -Raven-"
Rayne would have laughed, but the first thought on her mind was that Raven had heard what she'd said to the third "R" in their little group, Richard.
She wrote underneath Raven's text, "How did you hear me? I thought I was being quiet."
The pass back was smooth. They didn't try to get those back row of seats for nothing, you know. What better way to use them than to pass notes?
It took a little longer for Rayne to write out what she wanted to say this time, but within a minute or so Rayne was once again unfolding the note in the privacy of her big textbook.
"Anger against the tariff increased in the South. Congress passed a new tariff in 1832 that lowered the rate slightly. Does anyone know which Southern state was most unsatisfied..."
In case you did not guess, that was the teacher droning on.
The note said, "You were being quiet. I took a quiz once on what my ability would be if I was a superhero and it said that I would be some kind of psychic. I also have really good hearing and the curse of noticing details. -Raven-"
Before Rayne even had the chance to pick up her pen and write a responce, she was greeted by another note, though this one came from her right side.
It was from Dick, and what it said was sort of unexpected. "Rayne, Do you know what class Kori has next? It's important! from, Richard"
Rayne looked at the black haired boy with dark glasses seated beside her and leaned toward him. "Why," she said, resisting the urge to tell him that it was because he 'lo-o-o-o-oved her.'
Dick just glared at her, though she could not see his eyes to be completely certain. It was just a hunch, really, but when it's Dick Grayson... You just know it I guess.
The redhead gave a sweatdrop worthy smile and itched her head, writing down the word, 'science,' without any more questions. Nobody wants to get on this boy's bad side, I'll allow you that much information, nobody at all.
After passing the note back to Dick and releasing a large sigh (though as quietly as she possibly could without getting the teacher's attention) she was just about to send Raven an answer to the original note when she felt another piece of folded paper poking at her left elbow.
It read something like this:
"Why did Dick want to know what Kori's next class is? -Raven-"
Winter, who was less lucky when it came to assigned seats than Raven, Rayne and Dick (or Richard as some prefer to call him) and sat in the front of the room, was looking over a piece of paper herself. Several, actually. They were supposed to be 'the (master) plan' to get Kori and Dick together, but in random places there were strange, unneeded phrases such as "Save me," and "Get her away," graced the rest of the paper. Rayne could be so weird sometimes.
The blonde and red haired girl had shrugged them off, not thinking twice of her friend's mental stability, and followed the plan page by page, thinking as hard as her cranium could muster to figure out if the plan would work.
Since her brain was so previously occupied, she did not realize it when her teacher called on her. The lady called on her many times before she actually came up to her and tapped her on the shoulder.
"Oh... Yeah?" Winter said, looking up at the young female who was supposed to be teaching the class, "Did you need something?"
"Could you please go to the board and disect this sentence?" In case this is necessary, the woman teaching was an English teacher. In this case the class she was teaching right now was Fiction Writing, and they were doing a unit on grammar.
Winter looked up at the sentence awaiting her and seemed to be weighing things in her mind before she looked up at the lady again. "Do you think you could pick somebody else? I have to decifer the writing style of my friend and, more importantly, weigh the possibilities in the processes she specified to determine whether or not this pending plan will be a sucess."
Most everyone's jaws dropped. Not only did this girl use a lot of big words, but she said no to a teacher. And the teacher didn't seem mad!
The teacher looked very thoughtful and gave a nod, ponting to a girl who sat next to Winter. "You, go do the problem on the board."
Taking the desk which was now vacanted by the girl who had left to do as the teacher commanded, she spoke again to Winter. "Let me help." After scanning the papers which her pupil had then handed to her, she continued in approval. "Well, this looks like it should work, but only if the kidnappee is very naiive."
Winter accepted the papers back with a warm smile, "Then we have nothing to worry about. Can I go hand out copies of this to all my friends who need it?"
Adjusting her glasses, the Fiction Writing teacher stood up to go correct the problem on the board. "Oh go ahead, dear," she said, "Have fun."
"I got it!" "Pass it to me!" "I'm open!"
These were the general phrases shouted between friends while they kicked the football (soccer ball for those who understand not) around the stadium green, short, still dew covered grass in the football field. One of these such people was a teen wearing a pinnee for the blue team, running with the football faster than anyone else. His name was Vic, and he was playing the position of striker.
He passed the ball to one of his teammates, but continued to run toward the opposing goal. This was probably best, as the ball was kicked back to him right as the goalie began to lean on one side of the goal to pick his nose, and he kicked the black and white sphere into the net with a whoop of triumph.
"GO VICTOR!" Came a very loud shout from the edge of the field. At the beginning of class the teacher had simply plucked her pupils from the gym, placed them outside and given them a football before sitting on the bleachers to work on her tan in the morning light. Most of the students played anyway, hence the game, but the rest of the students, mostly the girls, sat on the sidelines and either talked or cheered on the game. The girl who was cheering on Vic was actually Kori, if that even needed to be specified, and she was grinning like a madman and waving to her friend on the field.
He waved back at her. They then resumed the game.
"Aw, sit down, Kori," Betty said with a slight yawn, she had awakened late that morning but still was tired. Apparently she had stayed up late on the computer working on some project or another, but the instant messaging boxes that were popping up all over the screen the night before did not help her story, "Let the guy play."
"But I was aware that this - 'cheerleading' - is an important part of the sport, no?" Kori seemed a bit confused.
Betty had opened her mouth to reply that, no, cheerleading sucked and that Kori would make a fool of herself if she continued to do so, when a blonde and red haired head came bobbing up towards them on the head of a girl who was running.
"Winter!" Kori said excitedly as the girl came close enough to be positively identified, "Would you like to lead in cheers with me?"
Winter grimaced at the idea. She would much rather be out in the field playing football, even if it was with the guys, than be sitting on the sidelines yelling out boys names and "Go" or "Yay" every few minutes. She would have loved to stay anyway, but she didn't get out of Fiction Writing for nothing.
Discreetly she handed a paper to Betty. "It happens this afternoon," Winter whispered into the black girl's ear, "Give a copy to Vic." She nodded and Winter stood and said her goodbyes.
"I would love to stay, Kori, but I have much work to be done and it must be done before second period. Have fun cheering."
The goodbyes were short and Winter, once again, was running. Except this time her direction had changed to that of the school.
Victor then came close to the sidelines with a questioning look on his face.
"What the heck is going on?" He asked, "Was that Winter?"
In Lemington school, students are known for one thing. Not paying attention. They are also known for their integrity and their immense skill in basketball, but the one thing that flowed faster than gossip was the apathy towards their classes. A very simple way to illustrate this point is to just point out a few people in a few classes.
In this maths class, for example, there are three students having a conversation while the teacher is lecturing. Actually, there are more than three; practically the whole class was talking under the teacher's nose, and a very big nose he had, but we will be paying closer attention to those we have most information on; Emily, Garfield, and Speedy.
Aren't we lucky that our friends got put into classes together? Heh... heh...
"I'm telling you," Garfield was saying to Speedy, "She doesn't like you."
Speedy was indignant. Amoung other things. "Well if she doesn't like me then Raven doesn't like you."
Emily, who had mostly been zoning out throughout this conversation, suddenly sat alert to hear what Speedy had to say. Raven didn't like Gar? This was a big development.
She didn't say anything but still listened. "That's harsh, Speedy," Gar was saying, "That's really harsh."
Speedy was triumphant. "It's true, though. She likes me more than the dark chick likes you anyway."
Emily was now very confused. And a little bit confuzzled. And even more just... lost. (just not like the tv show. GO LOST!) "What are you talking about?" She asked. The way that their desks were set up, as they didn't have assigned seats, were Speedy and Gar sat next to each other in the last row and Emily sat in the desk in front of Garfield. So when Emily turned around she turned to see a surprised looking green man looking back at her.
They both began to speak at once. What they said was very confusing so I will try to make it make sense. Speedy believed that Kori liked him and if he were to ask her out she would be delighted. And that's the jist of it you know, just fill in the blanks and the entire conversation makes sense.
The short blonde was this close (holds up to fingers to show how close) to telling them that Garfield was right and Speedy was wrong, when a knock came on the door.
And a blonde and red haired dudette entered, face red and panting, before handing Gar and Emily both a packet of paper and exiting the room.
"And this class is just," the dark boy seemed to be searching for the right word, and he found it, "pointless."
Vesta nodded her head, eyes wide, and said, "Dude, that is so deep."
The two just sat there at their lab table, staring off into space and lost in their own brains, when a ruddy faced teacher came and stood in front of them.
"ARE YOU TWO DONE YET!" He boomed, speaking of the experiment he had commanded the class to preform in the beginning of the period, and, of course, they had yet to touch anything. Lemington school's kids were not only apathetic, though, they were blatant.
"No," Achilles said, barely changing the look on his face. Vesta nodded to agree with his statement.
"Oh," the teacher said, walking away from the table in a dazed sort of way, "That's good then."
I would like to say that Winter waltzed in at that very moment with papers on the plan to capture Kori and get that girl together with Rich Grayson but, painfully, I must regrettably say that when she had been outstide the door was the very moment that the teacher had yelled at Vesta and Achilles about the experiment. She had yelped, turned around, and hid in a corner for the period to end so that she could give the plan to them in the hall. No way in this alternate reality was she going to go into some science classroom and get yelled at by a REALLY loud teacher.
WHENICOMEAROUND: Dude! Sweet! Dude! Sweet! Dude! Sweet! (I can go on like this forever, you know.) Thanks for the review, even if you haven't finished it yet. That's fine though. I haven't finished your stories either. shrugs We'll both get around to it eventually. One of these boring computer classes you know... lol
Rose: Yes. Kitten sucks and we should all pity Rayne for being stuck in a room with her. I feel really sorry for her. but not sorry enough to do anything about it yet. :-d thanks for reviewing! and for reviewing my other story!
Golden-Sama: hehehe. Yay! you found the story!Dude, I too usually hate truth or dare games in fics. And so I was REALLY hesitant to do it, but I got Caitlyn and my other friend Hillary to help me get interesting dares that wouldn't be just the same boring thing over and over again. I can't stand it when couplings are supported by dares. It doesn't happen that way! (lol)
What does kudos mean? I hear it a lot but it's just sort of like the whole AU thing. it took me forever to figure out what it was. Cheese is nice, during my proficiency exam (for french) which I have to take the speaking part for on next thursday, I am going to speak of cheese. When she asks me my favourite colour I shall smile and say "J'aime le fromage." I must say that I am strange.
You write strange and scary reviews? Don't make me laugh. I'm smiling, but I do not wish to laugh. Okay, maybe I do... Dude! I can't stay on topic anymore! (grr lol)
There is BBRae planned, but (major spoiler here) not a lot in the next two chapters. (shh! don't tell anyone! lol)
And you keep typing as though you had a british accent because british accents are awesome and really really fun! I must post this chapter now so I am going to stop writing all this. :-d It's cool to have a stalker! (hahaha)
Allaloneinthedarkandstillhere: umm... OKAY! Hope you liked the update :-d It was sort of a boring chapter but things will eventually get better... eventually...
note- hmm. This chapter sucked. I think that all of my chapters suck but maybe it is just me. Thank you, though, everyone, because I have NEVER ever gotten so many reviews. If you look in my profile you'll see for yourself. Heh.. Anyway, you know that you wanna review more. You KNOW that more reviews make longer chapters. So please review. Make a poor writer happy. She ran all the way to Lemington school to hand out the plans for the kidnapping of Kori and the getting together of Kori and Dick and she's begging you now to just click the little button at the bottom and make her happy. Okay, then. Next update is May 5. (wow, I started this story in march and it's already May. I fell so accomplished or something like that)
Sneaky Peaky: "Chapter Eight (part I)"
The first half of chapter eight shall skip the rest of the boring schoolday and get onto the goodstuff : the evil plan and the kidnapping. It's guarenteed to be at least a little bit funny and I think that it shall be enjoyable. So turn on your modem and pay your electricity bills; make sure that you're ready for it!