Disclaimer: Let's see here. If I owned Teen Titans, I would not be using a disclaimer. I'm using one now, so I do not own Teen Titans.

Sorry this took a while. I'm pretty sure you don't care what my excuse is, so on with the story!

Chapter 3

The plane finally landed, and here she was in the Big Apple itself. It was pretty overwhelming since she had grown up in a small town all her life. Yet, it was also very exciting, and she couldn't wait until morning, when she would explore the urban jungle.

It was sometime around midnight, give or take a few hours, she thought. She reached into her carry on bag and pulled out one of her favorite books, The Tell-Tale Heart and Other Writings by Edgar Allen Poe. The luggage had not come in yet, so she decided to pass the time by reading. She caught some people staring at her and whispering. She could only decipher a few words, including "goth", "freak", and "creepy". She growled internally. It was happening again.

Ever since she was a little girl, Rachel had always been judged by people before they even knew her. In kindergarten, everyone thought she was so weird just because she was reading "The Raven" while the other girls were reading about princesses and ponies. In fifth grade, people labeled her as a goth just because she loved to wear black and purple. She hated it. She hated when people judged her before even knowing her. The only people other than her family that actually got to know her were Kori, Terra, and… Mark.

"Stop it Rachel!" she scolded herself. "You're here to relax and take your mind off things." The luggage finally arrived, and she made her way to the baggage claim as she read her book. She was so deep into "Ligeia" that she didn't watch where she was going.

"Oh!" She accidentally bumped into someone. Her bag, still open because she took her book out, scattered its contents. "Sorry," she mumbled as she hastily gathered her belongings.

She looked up to face whoever it was she had collided into. In front of her was a man. He had dark, ebony hair and deep blue eyes. He looked to be about her age, maybe just a little bit older. For some reason, she couldn't stop from staring.

"Miss? Miss, are you alright?" he asked. She was finally brought back to reality.

"Oh, um, yeah, I'm alright. Sorry I bumped into you. I guess I was too deep into my book," she apologized meekly.

"Oh, it's okay. It's my fault anyway. I was thinking too hard. So, what brings you to New York, um…"

"Oh, I'm Rachel," she started nervously. "I'm here because I just wanted to visit? Uh, why are you here… and you are?"

"I'm Richard," he introduced himself politely. "I'm just looking for an old friend of mine. The thing is Katy never left me her address."

"What about on the envelope?" she inquired. "Wait, why do I even care? It's not my business," she thought.

"She didn't leave one either," he admitted. "To tell you the truth, I'm not sure if she even wants me to find her."

"I'm not even sure if you can find her," she said. "Stop it! It's not like you to be so open with people. For all you know, he could have misjudged you like everyone else," her conscience told her. "Ok, well, I've got to go get my stuff," she added. "I really have to go."

"Ok, well, see you around Rachel." He was a bit surprised as to why she had left so suddenly.

"Yeah, you too."

"What were you thinking?" her conscience was shouting at her. "Have you learned nothing? You know how people are. They're all the same. Just one glance at someone different and they'll automatically judge them and treat them as inferiors. That man could have easily run away from you because you're so creepy."

"I am not creepy!" she argued as she grabbed her suitcase. "And he didn't misjudge me either! He was very kind and open."

"It was all an act. He was just being polite. But deep inside, you know he was thinking, 'God, she's so weird and ugly. Why is she even talking to me?' You know he wasn't really being real."

"Just shut up will you!" With that, she climbed into a taxi and stopped thinking so hard.

At her hotel room, she automatically went straight to bed since she felt it was so late. She had a hard time sleeping, but it wasn't just because she was in the city that never slept. Her mind was filled with the incident at the airport. "Why did I even talk to him? I could've just apologized and walked away.

She contemplated on that thought for another half-hour before she finally dozed off.

I know that this was probably the crappiest chapter out of the three. Oh, and the little flashback on her life when she took out her book? That's for one of my friends who didn't' understand the story. So I dove a little bit more into character description. I think it messed up the story though. Anyway, please review. I think that this will be the chapter that I get the worst reviews. Remember, please give very harsh criticism so I can make chapter 4 better. I promise, the other chapters will be longer!