Sorry it's taken a long(er) time, totally meltdown, in my mind, also at home! Thank you guys for the reviews! I feel so special now! Being different is my way of life, glad y'all think it's weird/strange/interesting. But I like Raven as OCD, OCC, and whatever, she's got MAJOR problems and Gar as the bad boy, I got tired of Jynx as a goodie goodie in my head. (it's a weird placed people, like a Butch Walker cake) Well onto the story! I'm also needing a couple suggestions, got any, submit them! Thanx!

-Emilie l'Etrange

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I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING 'CEPT A SEVERE OBBSESSION FOR BUTCH WALKER! (I HAD A CAKE WITH HIS PIC ON IT!)

Raven drummed her fingers against the cafeteria table,as the hottest guy she'd ever seen, pressed his fingers to her best friend's stomach.

"SHIT! It just fucking kicked me!" the green haired boy said, retracting his hand recoiling his hand in suprise.

"Yeahhhhhh, it kicked me this morning too, from the fucking inside."

"Oh, hello," his eyes bulging out at the short girl's chest. (A/N: Hey he's a guy!)

"Raven."

"..Raven," he said, sucking up some drool.

"Um all right. Well I've gotta go, see you around Jenni, you too Raven." The teen slung his bag over his shoulder, winking at Raven.

"So? I think he likes you." Jenni said after wincing in pain from another kick.

"No my dear friend, he likes my chest. All guys do that, but I don't flaunt (A/N: VOCAB WORD) it around like some do."

Jenni poked Raven, the second stab at her she'd taken this morning, and not just literally, they quickly emptied their trays and headed to arts and crafts. Today they were throwing pots. (A/N: That's making pots to you people who don't know what that is!) They claimed spots at the back of the room, the girls didn't need instruction. Jenni knew a ton of artsy fartsy stuff, what else could you do with a bun in the oven, water-ski?

"Um then you smooth your hands over the surface like this." Jenni explained.

"You really know how to work with your hands!" Raven said.

"You really need to get some better shots!" Jenni said ignoring her cheap comment. "What is it like in L.A.?"

"Which part, ritzy or dumpy? I've lived in both." Raven hated talking about her home. Her parents were successful talent agents, but then they were sued and lost everything. Trevor and Angela turned to drinking and drugs. They had moved into a one room apartment, and Raven had begun to get scars and scabs on her arms, then bruises everywhere. Trevor committed a few infidelities, and Angela was too busy working off several cranks.

"Um, ritzy. Did you meet movie stars? How about Orlando Bloom?" Jenni said, still focusing on the vase she was making.

Raven smiled, she'd loved the Beverly Hills estate her parents could once afford, the horses she named, and the countless birds that shit on their house. " I did meet Butch Walker though, he was working on a song with Avril Lavinge, and my parents were trying to find a replacement guitarist for her. Avril was nice, and the guitarists she auditioned really hot guys."

Jenni laughed, Raven had gotten this sudden infatuation with the opposite sex, thought when they first met, Raven would listen to Jenni go on and on about Vic, and the other boyfriends of her, but Raven had decided that Jenni really did love Victor Stone, and Jenni was Mrs. Victor Stone.

"Do you think Gar is hot? I only thought him cute.

"Puh-lease! He is cute but he's really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really hot.

"There is a difference!"

"Whatever." Raven continued to paint an aqua colored vase, with a navy design across the top.

"Do you believe this place is helping us?"

"Honestly, not really, they haven't gotten me in a private therapy, and group is too distracting."

"True dat, foo." Jenni giggled.

Raven rolled her eyes, and shuffled over to the counter and placed her vase next to a jungle green one, the green had all the paint going into different directions.

She stared for several seconds, and went back to her seat.

"Uh, I'm fucking bored, oh god, look Terra is again flirting with the "counselor"!"

Terra Markov, a slut, a whore, an anorexic. That's right, ladies and gentlemen, she's a regular MK Olsen. She wears baggy clothes to make people think she's larger then she is, everyone knows she'll throw away her own food, or throw it up if she's forced to eat it. No one cared, she didn't like anyone, she'd try to get "counselors" to sleep with her. She found it fun, others were bemused. Her boyish figure did nothing for the long blonde hair she'd cover herself with. She may have a disease, but she was a bitch.

The blond tossed her gold locks behind her shoulder, and giggled at the "counselor's", obviously unfunny, joke. When the buffed boy turned away, Terra strolled into the back of the class, and turned to the two outcasts.

"Hey, did you like totally see me with that gnarly surfer counselor? He is like way into me."

Raven rolled her eyes, but Jenni went into Cali Girl mode to mock Terra.

"He's fine for a hot dogger, but I think he's like gag me with a spoon grody."

"Like zip the lips, he's hotter then a dog."

Jenni giggled at the choice of words that the blond had said. "Totally, but have you seen his locks. They need serious grease."

Raven laughed silently as her friend mocked Terra. Looks like your friend has gotten a new best friend. NO she hasn't, Jenni is just mocking her! NO she isn't, your friend is becoming a prep, a floozy, a TERRA! STOP get out of my head, get get get get get get out out out out out out.

Jenni sat down to Raven trying to hold in the laughter she'd racked up teasing a whore, excuse me, floozy, or hoochie, I like that word too!

Raven and Jenni got up, trying their hardest to sneak out of the hall while Terra was infatuated with another counselor. They headed to group, or an emotional baggage check if you will.

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Hope you liked it, and I'm enjoying the "yummy" Beast Boy doll Silent got my for my birf-dai! He tastes so good! LOL R&R, try to get a little rest too, lol. Until we meet again, I bid you ado. P.S. Keith, thank you for introducing the word "floozy" into my vocabulary, it's much nicer way to say whore! YAY!