Ok, I'm finally updating.
This story thing is harder than I thought! So I think I owe you two chapters at least.
I'm going to have to try from now on to write chapters for this story two at a time.
Hopefully.
But right now, I need to reply to a review for the last looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong chapter:
They-Call-Me-Orange: Don't worry about those long reviews because you have no idea how helpful they are! I'm glad you understand about the Terra thing because I don't want to have to reveal too much for this story, oh, and the 'deep-dark-past' thing is more or less true. I mean, who better to have a mystery life but the calm-cool-and-collected Rae? It just fits into itself. And since I'm on the subject of Rae, your right about how she has this totally full-blown attitude problem but as you said also, it'll be explained in good time.
Hopefully.
And lastly, THANK YOU for giving me suggestions on goth clothing, bands, and who should play what. I really need suggestion from more reviewers and also opinions on the whole band thing, like who they would like to play what in the band and also what they think some of the left-over characters have a part in the rest of the story. I think I'll do rock and punk rock when it comes time to have the band sing, but I'll use some of your goth metal idea, as well.
Anyway, I think I'll stop my babbling, since that's not why your reading this but to find out what comes next in my ficc.
THANX!
Disclaimer: I think saying that I don't own ANYTHING isn't too much of an understatement. XP
Now, on with the production and don't forget to R/R to those of you who just don't bother. Joking! ;D
Titans Live! Chapter three: Idea in luxury
Rich lay back on his bed, mussing the events of that day. So many good things had happened that day that they were all a confused muddle inside his head. The only thing that Rich was sure of at that moment was that Kori Anders had done something to him emotionally that no other girl had been capable of before and he was going to win her like the prize that she was.
At this thought, Rich fond himself recapping back only a few hours that same day to when he had seen Kori last:
FLASH BACK
Rich stepped outside the double doors of Jump City High and scanned his surroundings. Just like he had suspected, all around and inside the school was practically empty because it was four fifteen.
Practically.
Rich approached a familiar red-head seated at the front steps of the school. Rich dropped down beside Kori and leaned back on his hands as he looked up at the sky.
"So, what are you here so late for?" Rich asked casually and turned to the new girl.
"I thought I might check out the cheerleading team," Kori replied, glancing in Rich's direction with a smile.
Rich raised an eyebrow in response to this, making Kori blush.
"Even after Rae's big speech about her hate toward all cheerleaders?"
"How did you know about that?" Kori asked, whilst blinking her almond shaped eyes in confusion.
Rich chuckled while answering that. "Are you kidding? Rae held a strike a year ago to bane all cheerleaders and the year before that one she created a petition!"
Kori stared wide eyed at Rich in amazement. "WHAT!"
Rich grinned and continued excitedly.
"She's been scheming different concoctions to bring the team down ever since her sophomore year."
Kori turned from Rich and instead gazed upward, thoughtfully. "But why would she have such a grudge against them? For no reason, too?"
The questions hung unanswered above their heads as the two seniors tried to put together a logical explanation. Rich finally broke the silence by shrugging and stating, "no one really knows." Seeing the worried expression on Kori's face, he quickly added some reassurance.
As Kori shot a grateful smile at him, Rich wondered how she could worry about someone who had barely spoken to her or most likely hated her guts.
It's probably a girl thing, Rich thought to himself, indifferently.
"So…" Rich trailed off.
"Are you doing anything this weekend?"
Kori turned full-face to show her surprise in the sudden change of subject. "No, I'm not. Why?"
Puzzled that she hadn't caught on yet, Rich blurted, "I thought, maybe, we could do something together…"
Nice going, Richy-Rich, Rich thought to himself, bitterly, yeah, real smooth. The last thing you want to do is slip on your tongue and give her the wrong idea.
Kori didn't seem to notice Rich's inner turmoil, she was too busy blushing, rosily at the sudden offer.
Rich suddenly snapped out of his reverie just in time to see Kori lean slowly toward him. Expecting a kiss, Rich was surprised when she, instead, stopped centimetres away from his face.
"Wait until you know me better and next time I just might accept."
Rich held Kori's gaze unwaveringly behind his shades. The air around them was silent, as if holding it's breath to what would happen next, but yet, there was a sort of electric crackle between the two teens that was apparent to both in that brief second of stillness.
The scene was shattered when, suddenly, the rev of a slick, black limo, which had slid in front of the high school, interrupted them. Kori broke her gaze from Rich to stand, pat the dust from her skirt, and make her way to the vehicle. Rich, who was slightly dizzy from starring so long into Kori's eyes, called out to her in a desperate attempt to stop her. Kori turned halfway to flash a bright smile and wave to Rich before opening the door of the limo and stepping into the small compartment.
Rich watched as the door slammed after her and the limo pulled away from the front of the school and kept watching, as it disappeared around the next corner. Listening to the silence, Rich continued to sit on the steps of the school until, within minutes, another black limo parked across from him. As he watched, a tall, thin, slightly wrinkled man in his fifties to sixties appeared from the drivers' compartment. He had thinning, grey-black hair, as well as a moustache and was dressed in the black penguin suit of a butler.
"Your ride awaits, young master," the man called out to Rich in a distinct British accent, whilst opening one of the doors and waving his hand into the space provided.
Rich rose, slowly from his spot and grinned at the man appreciatively. "Thanks, Alfred. Hey, how's old Bruce doing, today?" Rich asked innocently.
"MR.WAYEN is doing fine, sir." Alfred replied with a warning look in Rich's direction as he made his way toward the butler. "Although he is busy…" Alfred added hastily, as if as an after thought.
"Yup, that's old pops," were Rich's last, bitter, words before entering the limo.
Alfred closed the door quickly, sighed warily while getting into the drivers seat, once again, pulled away from the school and drove around the corner opposite the one Kori's limo had taken only minutes ago.
END FLASH BACK
Rich sat up abruptly from his bed and thought over what Kori had said varies times in his head only to get a throbbing headache. Giving up, Rich instead looked around his enormous bedroom which was covered wall-after-wall of band posters. A sudden thought drew forward from the back of his mind, momentarily startling Rich before letting realization dawn over him.
A grin stretched over Rich's face as he jumped off his bed and jetted to his desk, tugged a lined piece of paper from a folder and, grabbing a pencil, started scribbling speedily over the paper.
After a minute, Rich stopped and dropped his pencil while he scanned the information he had just copied down. Finally a smug and satisfied smirk tugged at Rich's lips and, abandoning the piece of paper on his desk to fling, back-first, on his bed, he tucked his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.
Well Kori, looks like you won't have to worry about my taking my sweet time to get to know you. I have a full-proof plan to get you to go out with me. You'll see.
With that final thought, Rich raised his hands from his head and clapped, sharply twice. Immediately, the lights clicked off.
Not really a cliffy but close enough.
Until next time!
CIAO! (Found the right spelling for it, finally!)