yawn yawn, okay I am putting up another 'I dont own this crap' thing so i don't get in trouble for some reason XD
I do not own Teen Titans or any name braned items you notice. I also do not own a mo-ped... YET.
CHAPTER 5
The following week Beast Boy had been spending a lot less time at the tower. Usually leaving around 7:00 AM or so for school then not coming back till late. He was now spending just about every minute he possibly could with Tara, and his pranking side had obviously come back. He had been playing countless pranks on the others when he was home. His favorite being the time had painted under Robin's name tag (on his door) "The boy WONDER BREAD." but still his time at home was limited. When he wasn't at school with Tara he was usually hanging out with her somewhere. He made her laugh, and the sound of her laughter was music to his ears. He would never get tired of hearing it. Once or twice he had gotten into trouble with the teachers. He found out real fast that eating your homework paper yourself even if in dog form wouldn't get you out of trouble for not turning it in. At times he did miss hanging with all of his friends, but he kept telling himself that someday they all would be together again. As soon as he gained enough of Tara's trust, friendship and maybe more he would tell her who he was.
Starfire was more depressed, not having all her friends around was upsetting to her. It didn't help Cyborg was more grumpy, it all just came down to that they missed having the corny jokester around.
Raven had been a lot snappier lately. She both missed Beast Boy like the others, and was mad at him. She kept to herself more, reading or just staying in her room. She didn't enjoy dealing with a grumpy Cyborg, or being around a depressed Starfire.
Robin had been trying to comfort his friends. Beast Boy was obviously back to normal, just not… hanging around as much. It was like a lose- lose situation. Before, Beast Boy was depressed and hanging around the tower, mainly in his room. Now, he was happy again, but never there. It was all Robin could think about. The team just seemed so much less… Teen Titan-ish. He had chased Beast Boy down after the 'wonder bread' prank, running all through the tower, but that had been the most chaos for a while. He hated it all. Cyborg grumpy, Raven always locked up, Beast Boy always out somewhere, and Starfire… always sad.
Tara had enjoyed every minute of her time with Gar. No, every second. There were a lot of laughs, a lot of smiles, and a lot of jokes. She found herself letting her guard on Terra down, acting a little bit more like Terra then Tara when she was around Gar. She didn't want to, but she would have such a great time that sometimes she would forget about not being Terra. Sometimes she caught herself, other times she didn't. But it was gradually becoming easier to act a little like Terra again. Also becoming slowly harder to change things about herself, about Terra, into who she wanted to be, Tara. Her thoughts of Beast Boy, though small ones, continued to come around every now and then. Once, she was half day dreaming about him. When she'd realized what she was thinking about, she immediately snapped out of it though. It hadn't happened since, but she remembered it. She was drifting a little more each day from the friends she'd made at school, but as she drifted from them, she got that much closer to Gar. It didn't bother her that her friends were drifting. The more she hung out with Gar, the happier she was.
Gar yawned quietly as he sat in biology class. Bored out of his wits as usual. He looked down at the paper that laid flatly on his desk. It had little doodle marks on it from his pencil. He sighed to himself then picked his pencil back up, it had chew marks all over it. He had broken a few pencils over the weeks chewing on them, his sharp vampire like teeth were to blame for that. Gar let his dark blue eyes glance over at Tara, who he was sitting next to as every other day. His eyes then darted to the substitute teacher before returning to the blank paper.
Tara listened to the substitute's dull voice. She had already shown a disliking for Tara. It was only fifteen minutes into the class and already she had snapped at Tara three times for talking, once when the girl closest to Tara had been talking. Then she'd gotten a short 'don't talk to back' lecture for protesting that she hadn't spoken a word. The teacher's dull voice was nearly putting Tara to sleep. Her eyes started drooping closed, when she shook her head to stay awake. About two minutes later, her eyes had been closed for thirty seconds. She was nearly asleep. That dull voice seemed closer, and next moment, a sharp, loud snapping noise was heard, and Tara's eyes shot open again. The teacher, Mrs. Foster, had slammed the end of a meter stick on Tara's desk.
"This is biology! Not nap time! You are in the ninth grade, not kindergarten!" she snapped at Tara.
Tara sighed frustrated and sat up straighter again, glaring at the teacher.
Gar had noticed the teacher paying a lot of attention to Tara, and when her back was turned would make mocking faces at her. Using his pencil for his own meter stick. Though quickly acting as if he was concentrating really hard on his paper when Mrs. Foster turned back around or looked up from her papers. If he wasn't sure the teacher would blame Tara for it he would throw a spit ball at her.
Though another kid in the class thought it was a good idea and did throw a spit ball at Mrs. Foster, and well... she was far from happy about it.
Foster's sharp face was quick to turn to Tara; she stood from her desk and glared down at the blonde. "Tara!" She snapped. "So I believe you think nasty things such as spit balls are amusing?"
"I didn't do that!" Tara half snapped in a disbelieving voice. Even though she did think they were amusing, she hadn't done it. She shot the kid who had shot the spit ball a nasty look. A look that said she wanted to beat the crap out of him, and she could. She looked back up at Foster. "Why do you just automatically assume I did it?"
The kid shrunk in his seat, and then hung his head so his dark brown hair covered his face as if it was a mask. Now more afraid of Tara then Mrs. Foster.
"Because you seem to be the trouble maker in this class" Mrs. Foster snapped "And I don't like being talked to in that tone young lady, I am going to want to talk to somebody about you."
Gar kept his scowling to himself; He was really starting to dislike this sub. He didn't stand up or speak up for Tara; he knew it would only make things worse for her.
Tara glared at her desk, not even wanting to look up at Mrs. Foster. She'd probably get in trouble for death-glaring her elders or something. Her fist was clenched on her desk, her nails digging into her palm. Tara glared a hard, mean, cold glare, she blinked and for a split second her eyes flashed a glowing yellow but was gone just as a rock, not huge, but not pebble small, crashed through the window. Tara's head snapped up to look at the hole in the window, then to the rock lying on the classroom floor. Her eyes widened slightly and she looked away again, back to the desk. That… couldn't be good. Really not good.
Mrs. Fosters cold glare down at Tara hardened as she thought of ways to punish the 'trouble maker' after class, or during. When the rock came zooming in, her sharp cold face snapped over so she could look at the window as if a whip had been cracked on her cheek to make her turn so fast. She made hasty steps in her fine non wrinkled knees length skirt to the window. Her dark demanding blue eyes looked it over before she cursed under her breath. Gar wondered if he could get her in trouble for that, he hoped so in a way.
"Those little punks, why when I-" she was mumbling under her breath as she walked back to her desk. Her sharp eyes snapped over to the class that was staring wide eyed at the window. "Class! I don't remember ever allowing anyone to stop their work!" She snapped in a loud and cold voice that made all the students look back down at their papers.
Gar however looked over at Tara, he had seen her eyes. in a way, he was happy that she did still have her powers.
"Logan! You are part of this class to I believe." Foster snapped and Gar looked back down at his doodled over paper.
Fosters eyes kept glancing at Tara, as if she was to blame. Well okay she was to blame. But no body but Gar knew that.
Tara didn't move. She didn't get back to work. She was taking deep calming breaths, eyes closed. She opened her eyes again, staring at the desk, silently cursing herself. Don't ever do that again! What happened? she thought to herself. Don't ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, EVER do that again!
I couldn't help it. It just happened… I didn't do it on purpose. Tara vaguely wondered if she'd lost control of her power again. She bit her lip and glanced down at the rock again, then to the hole in the window. She was half considering asking to go to the bathroom, though doubted Foster would let her. She looked back at her desk, and started tapping her pencil nervously.
Foster was at her desk once more, though her face stuffed in papers she hardly missed a thing.
Gar waited a few minutes before scribbling on his paper
"Tara, Are you okay?"
and then silently crinkling it up and tossing it into Tara's lap as fast as he could so Foster wouldn't see. Then looked back down at his other blank paper sheets.
Tara picked it up and slowly, very slowly uncrinckled it. With her luck, the slightest sound would cause Foster to look right up at Tara. She read it, and scribbled a note of her own right under his. 'Yeah, fine. Why?' she crinkled it back up and tossed it to Gar.
Gar read his, like Tara taking his time so Foster wouldn't hear the paper. He scribbled on a new piece.
"You look ready to kill someone..."
He didn't know if it would be wise to bring up he saw her eyes glow for the brief second, so didn't. He simply added- "try not to lose your cool, we can pay foster back later -wink-" Then tossed it back to Tara's lap before getting caught.
Tara opened the piece of paper and read it through. She wrote 'I'm ready to beat the crap out of that kid' on the paper. 'Trust me, I'm trying' she added to part about losing her cool. She tossed it back to Gar.
Gar read it and almost chuckled. He bit his lower lip to keep the noise from coming out, then most likely getting him in trouble. He scribbled on the paper a litle doodle of the teacher tied to a chair with duct tape on her mouth and the kid on a hang man game as a comic. He was ready to toss it at Tara when Foster came from no where.
"Logan, what seems to be so interesting you can join the rest of the class and study?" She asked, her dark eyes narrowing on Gar's face.
Gar looked up at the teacher "Oh uh" He stuttered, trying to hide the paper by holding it in his hand.
Tara looked up at Foster again. She averted her eyes to stare at the desk though, just so she wouldn't be caught glaring again. She gripped her pencil tighter though, tapping it on her desk as if thinking. She glared down at the desk though, thinking, Leave him alone, a few times.
"The paper" Foster demanded as she held her bony hand out.
Gar shifted his eyes around before slowly holding the comic up to Foster then looking down at his feet sheepishly.
Fosters glare hardened as she looked over the paper, clearly not happy. "Well congratulations Logan, you just earned extra homework as long as I'm in charge here" She said with a mocking grin on her face.
Gar looked up at her, wishing he was allowed to say something back, but instead let his eyes drop back to his desk.
"Tara! Stop that tapping at once" Foster hissed then returned to her desk after shredding the paper up and throwing its pieces into the waist basket.
"Make me," Tara had accidentally let her thoughts slip through her lips. She barely noticed she'd said it, but when she realized, she sighed in an 'I'm an idiot' way, her eyes closing for a moment. Smooth move, she thought to herself.
Foster merely looked at Tara with the same mocking smile "Well Tara, i see you will be joining Logan in extra home work papers. I do hope you didn't have anything planned."
Gar glared at Foster, he wasn't doing no extra home work, heck with that! He looked over at Tara as if he could talk to her through his mind then back at his desk.
Tara moaned and bashed her head down on her desk. Stupid substitutes. Screw extra homework. She had enough homework as it was. She lifted her head again and sighed, looking at her desk again. She absent mindedly started tapping her pencil again. It was a habit. She glanced over at Gar, still looking ready to kill. Maybe she should beat that kid up. Take her anger out on something. Okay, she wouldn't really. Probably not, anyways.
Gar was thinking of pranks to pull on his now considered evil sub teacher when the bell rang. In a cranky sort of way he stuffed the papers in and pencil in the spare large pocket in his book bag. He then stood up and swung it onto his shoulders. He wore a school uniform today, seeing how he had gotten it a day or two ago. He really did hate this blasted tie. He looked over at Tara, waiting for her so they could walk to the lockers together.
Tara stood up so fast it nearly knocked her chair over. She slammed her book shut, and stormed out of the classroom, taking Gar by his sleeve and pulling him out of the classroom, not pulling him hard though. She was angry beyond words at Mrs. Foster. That was the worst biology period she'd ever had to sit through. How unfair could one teacher get? Plus she was still thinking at her little… loss of temper back there.
Gar staggered the first few steps when pulled, though in fact was getting used to this. Once out of the classroom he just walked along with Tara the best he could. "So, duct tape or a hankie?" He asked out of no where.
Tara let go of him and looked over. "What?" she asked a bit confusedly. When at the lockers, Tara did the combination to hers and opened it, throwing her book in. Thank God lunch was next. She needed time away from teachers. Then, hey, how convenient. Gym right afterwards, a good way to take her anger out on someone.
"What I mean is, should we stuff Fosters mouth with a hankie, or put duct tape over it after we tie her up?" Gar laughed and opened his own locker and swung his book in. His locker was starting to look like his room... even if he only had it for a few days. He closed it and re locked it before looking back at Tara with a laughing face.
"Both," was Tara's immediate answer. She half slammed the locker shut, locking it again. She then grinned at Gar. "I say we tie her up with the duct tape, then stuff a used hankie in her mouth, and duct tape over her mouth." Okay, so Tara was feeling a little mean, but Foster deserved it. She started the walk to the cafeteria.
Gar walked beside her while gripping his back pack tightly. "Oooo, Tara has an evil side I see," He laughed. "Okay, tomorrow I'll get the duct tape and you get the hankie. If anyone asks what we are doing then just say... nothing! Like anyone would suspect us after our wonderful teacher goes missing." Gar was joking, putting sarcasm into the word 'wonderful'.
Tara laughed a little. "Course not," Tara said. She realized something else that made her even happier. The kid that had shot the spit ball at Mrs. Foster was in their Gym class. She grinned. Dodge ball. This should be seriously fun. "No one would suspect such cute little angels such as ourselves," Tara said just as sarcastically.
Gar laughed, "Yeah, they might wonder why we got horns and tails instead of halos, but on second thought maybe not," He was joking as well. "Don't worry though; you can take out all that anger in gym, just try not to hurt the poor little kids too bad sweetie." He said as if he had read her mind, though added the last parts in for humor.
"Oh, me?" Tara asked in a sarcastically surprised voice. "Hurt little kids who deserve it? Never," she laughed a little bit as they came to the lunch line. "What ever would make you think that?" she smiled an obvious fake innocent smile.
Gar stared at Tara as if he was watching something. "Tara... this is funny, if I look hard enough... I think I can see horns!" He shouted and jumped back a little ways, joking of course. He laughed slightly then walked back over to her side.
Tara laughed and hit him on the shoulder playfully. "Oops, guess I let my true self shine through too much," she joked with an attempted held back laugh. She was having serious trouble holding her laughter now. She leaned against the wall as the line moved slowly but surely towards the front.
"Oww," Gar laughed. "Yeah, EVERYONE LOOK OUT! TARA HAS A EVIL SIDE ON THE LOOSE" Gar shouted at the top of his lungs then grinned down at Tara with a laughing smirk.
Tara couldn't help but laugh, even as a few kids turned to look at them, or snickered. She thought it was funny. She looked up at him. "Yeah, and right now my 'evil side' has two targets. Foster, and that kid," she laughed. She figured she'd nail that kid right in the head dodge ball. Or the stomach. Whichever she felt the need for. Finally they came to the actual counter with food. Tara picked a piece of pizza and a bottled water. She paid then waited outside the door for Gar.
Gar shook his head slightly "Are you really serious?" He had the hint of laughter in his voice. Gar was behind Tara now, since the line had narrowed when they came to the food bars. Pizza's, fish sticks and other 'healthy' food smells lingered in the air. Though the smell made Gar want to barf, yuck, school food. He grabbed his usual salad and 12oz bottle of water and fallowed Tara.
Tara shrugged. "I dunno. Probably not. I might make more of an effort to hit that kid in dodge ball, but that's the only serious damage I'll do," she half joked. She made her way to their usual table, taking a seat on the very end, just how she usually did.
Gar laughed, still shaking his head in a humored way as he took his seat right across from Tara. He opened his salad and then his water so it was all ready for his speedy way of eating.
"Too bad teachers don't play dodge ball eh?" He joked before taking the first giant bite from his salad.
"That would be so fun!" Tara exclaimed before taking a bite of pizza. She could only imagine how seriously fun that would be. She chewed and swallowed her bit of pizza, before speaking again. "So, extra work. You gonna do it?" shed asked, taking another bite of pizza after.
Gar grinned as he watched Tara day dream about knocking teachers out with her ball. He didn't look at his food anymore when he scooped some up with his plastic fork but kept his eyes on Tara. "Huh? Extra work?" He snapped out of his trance. "Nope, I got other things I gotta do besides add more fun to Foster's torture sessions." He joked.
Tara laughed. "Yeah, I was thinking about not doing it too," she said. "We get enough homework as it is," she added. She unscrewed the bottle cap on her water bottle and took a drink. "Besides, she didn't even tell us what our homework was. Guess she got side tracked."
Gar nodded his head in agreement then forked more salad into his mouth. "Like that rock getting thrown into the window?" He more of said then asked. He didn't want to get her too worried over it, just wanted to see what would happen in a way.
Tara's laughing smile slipped off her face and she averted her eyes to the slice of pizza she had. "Oh… uh... yeah," was all she really said. She didn't know what to say. That was the first time she had used her power since she'd come back. And she hadn't even meant to. It just happened. Half of her had been hoping she couldn't use her powers anymore, that she was powerless. But, as much as she didn't want to believe it, the part of her knew they were still there
Gar let his eyes fall back to his food for a moment before returning them to Tara. "Wish I knew who threw it, that way we can thank him for dragging Foster's attention away." He joked before taking a gulp of his water. Tara wasn't looking thrilled on this subject, he didn't think she would.
"Yeah," Tara said a little unenthusiastically. "Thank him." You're welcome Tara thought in a harsh way as she was still cursing herself for doing that. She wasn't mad at Gar. More mad at herself. She took another bite out of her pizza, a smaller bite then usual, and a gulp of water.
Gar eyed Tara for a moment before looking down at his food as he ate. Letting a pause fall over them before asking something he was almost sure he would regret. "You know what? You look a lot like one of those Titan's I heard about. Bet you don't have to work real hard on dressing up for Halloween." He tried to add humor at the last part.
Tara stared at the table in between them as she listened to him. She didn't look up for a moment, but she did a second later. "Oh really?" she asked in a not very excited tone. "Because last I heard there were five Titans. And I look nothing like them. I've seen them before." She was again remembering the Titans. She remembered everyone as if she'd just seen them yesterday. She also remembered herself as a Titan. She looked exactly the same now as then. Except she wore a school uniform. Tara averted her eyes from Gar once more to look at the table again.
Gar cocked his head to the side as if confused. "Really? I heard there used to be a sixth one... maybe I just heard wrong." He shrugged. "I think I saw a picture one time, but then again-" He wetted his mouth with his water and started to just let the subject drop. He didn't want to make Tara mad; he just wanted to remind her that she used to be a Titan.
Tara nodded her head. She didn't know what to say. "One of the Titans…" Tara started. "He told me about her. Terra or something or other. He said I looked like her too." Tara didn't know why she was telling Gar this. "He thought I was her."
Gar kept away his slight grin that wanted to come over his face and nodded. "Really? Terra was it? I think I remember her. I was told she was a real big hero." His eyes darted to the side then back at Tara's face. "Which Titan? Told you I mean." He very well knew though.
Tara sighed. "She wasn't a big hero. She wasn't any bigger of a hero then the other Titans." Tara looked up at Gar, then glanced away again. "Beast Boy…" she answered his question, staring to the right a little. "He thought that… I was Terra, and I just didn't remember anything. He seemed one hundred and ten percent set on reminding me who I was. But, from what he told me about Terra, we're complete opposites." She took a drink of water.
Gar stared at Tara, listening to her talk and remembering when he had tried so hard to get Terra back. Then finding she didn't want to go back. But his intentions were still the same. "You don't seem real thrilled about it..." He pointed out. "And from what I heard, she's one of the bravest heroes I ever knew of."
"You must not have heard right, then," Tara said. "She went off to join the Titans worst enemy. Slade or something. She tried to kill the Titans. Her only friends. Then she took over the city with Slade. Doesn't sound very hero-like to me." Tara took another sip of water. As they talked, she was remembering what happened again. All of it.
It was taking a lot of Gar not to put in Beast Boy's whole side of the story, but kept his cool and kept his acting up. "But I heard she then saved the city and the Titans, while taking down Slade and herself... to me, that sounds like someone with a lot of guts and bravery."
Tara sighed, glancing up at him for a moment. "Yeah… I guess." She took another sip of water, not knowing what to say. "That's what he said. Kind of." By 'he' Tara meant Beast Boy. He had told her about that too. Different wording. But he'd told her how Terra had saved the city and all. But Tara had again pushed it away and said it wasn't her. That he had the wrong girl.
Gar looked down at his food as he finished the salad. He had eaten slower then usual, but then had been talking a lot too. He let the fork drop into the little plastic dish then grabbed his water and made mock sips at it. How long would it take? To get Terra back. He noticed a big difference between Terra and Tara. Tara didn't seem to have that glow about her face all the time as Terra did. There were other things, that he couldn't put his finger on that made her so different sometimes. His thoughts where broken by the bell ringing again. Lunch over already.
Tara had really only eaten half her pizza, maybe a little more. She threw the rest away along with what was left of her water and stood up. During her and Gar's talk, Tara had forgotten about Gym, and lunch, and that kid. All she could think about and remember was what they talked about.
Tara had realized things that had changed about her too, things that she hadn't changed on her own free will. Like the way she smiled. Until she met Gar, she rarely smiled a real smile. Usually just a fake one or a broken smile. If she looked at herself in the mirror, there was something different about her eyes. They hardly ever looked happy. It seemed as though a light had gone out in her eyes, as if life had left her. She tried smiling to herself in a mirror, but no matter how hard she tried, she could never make it look like a real smile.
Tara started walking towards the exit of the cafeteria, following the crowd. She waited for Gar though. They tended to always wait for each other.
Gar didn't finish his water; he threw it and his salads container away. He reached for his book bag and swung it onto his shoulders and fallowed Tara. Not saying anything else in fear of getting her even more upset then she was now.
"So," Tara started. "Was there anything you wanted to do after school?" she asked, trying to break the silence that had come over them. They had made it into the hall way by now and were making their way down it.
Gar shrugged "Nothing special I can think of. Did you have anything in mind?" He turned his head to glance at Tara then looked back ahead of himself.
Tara shook her head. "No," she said. She stopped outside the girls' locker room. She looked back at Gar. "See you in like… two minutes," she said with a half smile before going into the locker room.
"Okay, see you then" Gar returned her smile then went across the room into the boys' locker room. He didn't know anyone here; he wanted to keep it that way. So no one greeted him and vise versa. He left his bag in his locker this one time; it was too much of a hassle to carry it to gym. He was soon in the gym again, wearing dark green shorts and a black tank top though with the same purple sneakers.
After changing into her usual gym clothes, Tara walked over to the mirror. She studied her reflection. She looked exactly the same as before when she was a Titan. She looked at her eyes, she still noticed something different. And her smile too. She sighed and left the locker room. She came into the Gym a moment later in her usual gym clothes. She thought Gar looked really good in a black tank top. She couldn't help it.
"Hey Tara" Gar gave a lazy wave, only lifting his arm up half way before letting it sag back to his side. "Ready to beat some poor kid butt?" He joked, nudging her arm slightly.
"Poor kid, yeah," Tara laughed. "He's gonna be feeling sorry in a moment," she added with an evil smile. She looked across the gym at the kid she would be aiming for more then usual.
"If you need help gimme a call, I won't mind helping." Gar laughed, his high pitched laugh was louder in the giant gym. He didn't care though. He looked over at the door as their giant man of a teacher walked in with his clip board.
Tara laughed too. She loved his laugh. Always had. "The more the merrier," Tara reminded him. She looked to the teacher, waiting for instructions. She looked across the room at the kid. He was on the other team. Perfect.
Gar looked over at the kid who was cowering behind other, bigger teens. He glanced at Tara, almost as if saying "PLAESE DON'T KILL ME."
Gar chuckled then looked back to the teacher as he told them that they would play fitness dodge ball again today. They had done running and things like that yesterday.
Tara was gonna mess with this kids head so bad. She gave him a smile and cracked her knuckles a little, just to freak him out. She laughed at the look on his face, enjoying this quite a bit. She looked back to the teacher as he threw a ton of different colored nerf balls to the kids on either side of the gym.
The kid, a boy wearing a white t-shirt and black shorts looked truly afraid. He had seen Tara in gym, and knew he was to blame for the spitball. So yeah, he had reason to be afraid.
Gar ran for the nearest nerf ball as soon as the teacher's shrill wistle rang into the air. He grabbed a yellow and as was always his first target aimed for the nearest popular teen. Usually the boys, he didn't like hitting girls too much. It didn't seem right. As always, his aim was perfect and the dude in a dark green tank top was knocked into the wall with the nerf ball.
"Oh yea! Go me! Go me" Gar cheered, swinging his arms around in a winning dance before dodging flying nerf balls.
Tara ran up caught a dodge ball that had been coming her way. She immediately started looking for the kid who'd spit the spit ball. She spotted him and chucked ball as hard as she could. She dodged one ball and picked up another, throwing it at one of the girly girls who did nothing but stand around and scream every time a ball came their way.
Gar grabbed another ball and looked at the teacher who was watching the kids, every now and then looking down at his clip board and writing something.
The evil idea wouldn't leave Gar's mind, he grinned before chucking the ball at the teacher.
The Teacher, Mr. Gates head was swung back because that's where the nerf ball hit him. His spare hand made it to his face and he swiped the sun glasses from his face and glared over the court, scanning for the guilty one before his eyes rested on Gar who couldn't hold his laughing grin.
"LOGAN!" Gates snapped in an angry tone.
Tara tried not to laugh as she chucked another nerf ball at one of the kids. She picked up another one and threw it at spitball boy again. "Smooth move," she said to Gar.
Gar rubbed the back of his head and smiled at Gates "Sorry Teach, must have slipped from my hands" He said, doubting this would work.
Mr. Gates eyed Gar with a cold glare, but decided to let him pass this once. "Logan, one more move like that and I will have to doing push ups till you're thirty-five, got it?" He snapped.
Gar nodded then wheeled around and ran beside Tara, picking up another ball and chucking it at a random teen.
Tara laughed. "Dude, you're so lucky! Except for the push-ups until your thirty-five part. That's not so lucky," she laughed as she threw another nerf ball across the room. The kid she aimed for dodged it and hit the wall with a bang. Though as he turned to laugh at Tara for missing, it bounced off the wall and into the back of his head. He slammed the ball down and stormed off, Tara smirking at him.
"What can I say? I'm a lucky dude." Gar chuckled then caught a ball that had been aimed at his chest, a smirk went up his face before he swung it back full force at the opposing teen.
Tara laughed. She picked up a ball that rolled by and threw it at a kid near the middle line that separated the two sides, hitting him full on in the chest. He shot her a joking glare and went to the side to do his push ups.
Gar spent the rest of the active class nailing the teens on the other line. And not getting hit once by any flying balls.
Gate blew his whistle once more, telling the teens it was over. His eye looked like it was slightly bruised, a light black eye. Gar was so lucky the teacher wasn't in a bad mood. He dropped the red ball that his hand had curled around and looked over at Tara and grinned, no real reason really.
Tara had thrown a ball right when the whistle blew, though she'd hit the kid. She looked up at the teacher, and then looked away, trying not to laugh. "Meet you in the hall," Tara said to Gar before jogging to the door that lead to the Girls' locker room. She quickly changed, brushed her hair, and left the locker room again.
Gar only smiled and nodded at Tara, watching her take off to the girls room before quickly spinning around and making a dead run for the boys. Before Gates thought of some type of cruel punishment for him.
He changed back into his school uniform, he couldn't tie ties! Pain in the butt, that's what they were. It came out looking twisted but he only shrugged and made sure no one was around. No one, the boys that had lockers next to him where gone or not here yet, so he reached in his bag and pulled out his T-com. No missed messages, good. Gar stuffed it back in then swung the bag on his shoulders then ran out to meet Tara.
Tara watched him come over, smiling. She looked down at his miserably tied tie. Once he had caught up, she started the walk to their lockers. "You've never tied a tie, have you?" she asked in a half joking voice.
"Oh, you can tell?" Gar laughed as he walked beside her. He knew it had to be the worse tie job in the history of tie's.
Tara laughed. She stopped at her locker and turned to him. "Here," she reached over to untie the mess of a knot. "Let me help you." She untied it and redid it correctly, leaving it loose at first, but then pulling it a little tighter. She even put it under the collar of his shirt. "There," she said, smoothing out the sleeves that she'd wrinkled a little.
Gar blushed lightly, he wasn't sure why. "Thanks..." He smiled at Tara after looking down at his tie. "I hate ties, pain in the butt. Or uh, neck" He joked.
Tara laughed a little. She had been blushing slightly too. "You're welcome," she said. She turned to her locker and pulled her book for her next class out. She really didn't want to go to class. She didn't know why, just didn't feel like it.
Gar pulled one book from his book bag and stuffed it in his locker then grabbed one from the locker and stuffed it in his bag. He glanced over the side of the open locker door at Tara, not helping the grin on his face. His hand slowly closed the little metal door, making a slight banging noise as it did so. His ocean deep blue eyes looked back at his locker then back at his bag. "Ready for our next torture session?" He joked, returning his eyes to Tara.
Tara closed her locker too. "More then ever," she said only half sarcastically. She walked down the hall, slower then usual. She wasn't in the classroom mood. Oh well, the day was almost over. But that also meant her time with Gar for the day was almost over. Unless they thought of something to do, but so far Tara hadn't been able to come up with anything.
Gar looked around as he walked side by side with Tara. Glancing at Tara a lot, he couldn't help it. In a way he felt bad for all the times he teased Robin for looking at Starfire all the time, because now he was doing it with Tara. "So, I know this one place, it's called Ben's. They got some great pie..." He said, wondering if that was a mistake or not.
Tara looked over at Gar. Her mouth was slightly open as she stared at him. Ben's… she remembered that place. "Really?" Tara asked. "So… id it like a restaurant?" she was playing dumb again. Pretending not to remember. Though she did. She spent a lot of time there when she was a traveler.
"Yeah, a little diner a little ways off from town. Cute place, and the apple pie is something to die for." He let a half smile paint his face as he looked over at Tara once more.
Tara thought for a moment. "Well…" she started. "Maybe we could go later?" she suggested. It sounded nice. The last time she had been there was when she was still a Titan, and she had left early anyways.
Gar opened the door to their next and last class, and held it open for Tara. "Sounds awesome" He smiled at her once more.
Tara smiled at him as he held the door open. She wondered if going back to Ben's would bring her even more unwanted memories. But were they unwanted? At first, yes. But, now, they were kind of in between unwanted, and wanted.
Gar held the door open, turning his head to watch Tara, day dreaming until He got pushed aside by one boy who he didn't get along with most of the time. A few reasons, one Gar found out the dude liked Tara, and two well... okay they just plain didn't get along.
He sent a glare after the teen with light brown hair then went over and took a seat, grumbling to himself.
Tara had watched the kid shove Gar. She glared at him. "Jeez, Chris, what's your problem?" she shot at him. She turned to Gar again. "What's his deal?" she asked. She pulled out her homework from last night.
Gar shrugged as he got his book out and some paper along with his pencil. He didn't want to tell Tara why they didn't get along, for some reason he thought it would be embarrassing.
He got to work doodling on his paper while waiting for the teacher that seemed to be a little late.
Tara sat down at her desk and pulled out on of her pencils which she tapped on her desk as she waited for the teacher.
Gar smiled at his doodle and passed it over to Tara.
On it was a picture of himself in armor and a sword in his hands. He was on top of a hill. Tara as some type of princess standing beside him and down below was Foster with a dragon body and X's for eyes. Indicating He had slain the 'dragon'. Oh yeah, he did weird things when he was bored.
Tara grinned and took the picture. She looked over it, her grin broadening. When she saw the Foster Dragon she laughed. "That's good, I like it," she said with a grin as she handed it back to him.
Gar laughed and took the doodle back and folded it up. Then stuffed it into his side pocket. "Thanks, now all I gotta do is get the guts to make copies and post them all over school." He joked. His attention turned to the door as the teacher came in, giving the class her sorrys for being late.
Tara laughed a little at the thought. When the teacher came in, she calmed down, though still had a laughing grin on her face.
The class was the same as usual. The Teacher asked if there are any questions about last nights homework, she works any problems that kids had trouble with, then she talked about tonight's homework lesson, answered any questions, then they got to work until the end of the period when the final bell rang through the school. Tara set her paper inside her book and closed it. She stood up and waited for Gar.
Gar as always had only been half paying attention to class. Nodding off every now and then. Or doodling some more on his home work papers and or school papers. Which ever he had in front of him at the moment. When the bell rang Gar gave a yawn and then stuffed the doodled papers into his book bag. He swung it on his shoulders then looked over at Tara and grinned "Ready to blow this joint?" He had used his best gangster voice for the little line.
Tara laughed. "More the ready. Heck, I was ready before the day started," she half joked, heading to the jam packed door as the whole class tried shoving their way through all at once.
Gar laughed then pushed in front of Tara and made a small dear path for Tara to get through by shoving kids. "Hurry Tara! Before we get trampled in the stampede" He joked.
Tara laughed and pushed her way through as well. No one really found it rude. They were all doing the exact same thing. As she passed him, Tara stomped on Chris's, the guy who had shoved Gar earlier, foot. Hard, too. Though she made it look like an accident. "Oops, sorry," she said to him with a small grin.
Chris yelped "Jeez, watch it Tara." He said in a more whiny tone then angry.
Gar kept his laugh away instead of saying that Chris deserved it. He made his way out of the class room and into the way over crowded hall way. "Out of the oven and into the frying pan." He glanced behind his shoulder at Tara.
Tara gave a skeptical look. "What a whiny little brat," she half mumbled. She looked over at Gar again. "Yeah, no kidding," she said as she was pushed aside by some kid. She rubbed her shoulder as another kid came running by. He would have crashed into Tara as well… if Tara hadn't stuck her foot out. He did this weird trip thing, but caught himself before falling. He stood up straight like nothing had happened and casually walked off, though glancing around to see who had tripped him. Tara grinned. "Well, that was fun," she joked. Kind of.
Gar watched Tara then the kid do the balancing act, before laughing. "Wow, and he hardly seemed to notice. Gotta love these strange humans. Good thing I come from my own little world called uh... my world." He joked before making his way to the schools outside. He had 'accidentally' pushed one of the popular girls into a few people. He didn't dislike all of them, just the means ones that constantly picked on people like Tara. Sometimes he wondered why, did they really have nothing better to do?
Once again, chapter too long. ' Fifty-five, COUNT 'EM (okay, not really XD) 55 pages! Grease here. I splitit into three parts. So once again, I'm sure you know the drill, they end and start in weird places. Sorry about not updating like I promised through that review. Heh... something popped up ' BUT TO MAKE UP FOR IT, we're putting up THREE CHAPTERS! Technically two, but still, we've got Chapter 4, 5, and now 6 up. AND EACH HAVE TWO OR THREE PARTS! So, are we cool? XDAnyways, PLEASE R&R and we'll update ASAP! We've already started chapter 7 ;)