Since I got hit in the face with this plot bunny, here it is. It's not my best and probably a little bit sketchy but I kinda enjoyed the idea of doing your irrepressible high school manga-esque drama. So uh, here it is. RaexRob I do believe. Forgive me, I'm obsessed.
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Dedicated to: The Writer you Fools and alena-chan and Cherry Jade!
Can't Buy Me Love
(short) Chapter Two
The crowd let out a stampeding mix of whistles, hoots, hollers, questions, exclamations, and various other less human sounds of confusion and excitement.
Five hundred dollars for the Ice Queen.
Who knew?
And said Ice Queen, or rather, Raven Roth, was fit to be tied...or explode.
Any minute now.
Wait for it...
"Star Kori Anders…" Raven's head was lowered so her hair shielded her expression but if the clenched fists were any indications…
"Now Rae," Star began in her most conciliatory tone.
"Have you completely lost your mind?" Raven bellowed, taking a step toward Star who backed away impulsively. Sure they were friends, but Star was not stupid...Raven was outright dangerous at the moment...very dangerous. The crowd of students seemed to agree, the first three rows filtering out to stand a fair distance away in the aisles.
"Er...well, he's better than Kitten...right?" Star pointed out with a bit of a triumphant tone. Raven paused in her advance and switched targets.
Richard Grayson had a moment in which he thought maybe he'd made a grave mistake.
As in, this would be the death of him, sending him to a terribly premature grave...courtesy of Raven via some form of dynamite probably or something else equivalent in pain and fire power.
"You!" Raven tromped over to Richard and poked him hard in the chest. "You!" she repeated, voice rising an octave. She couldn't get past that one word. Some of the girls in the audience gasped while guys simply averted their eyes... Ms. Ice Queen's reputation wasn't all about her attitude…
"...I…" Richard backed away slightly, noting Star's look of sympathy over the heliotrope haired queen's shoulder. He winced...that couldn't be good. Richard came back to paying attention to the angry poking at his chest only to be bodily pushed over.
Ms. Ice Queen's reputation was also about her wildly unpredictable temper, often akin to fire, Raven's temper was more like ice in that the cold glower she wore when in such a mood never left her face.
Except for now.
Right now she seemed to embody a combined definition of desperate and livid.
Raven had meant to throw him but damn it all, physical strength was not something she usually had much call for. Still, it was pretty satisfying just to see the bastard at her feet.
And then Raven remembered the audience that consisted of the greater majority of the school still watching, turned to the vast crowd and scowled darkly.
"Don't you have anything better to do?" she asked, feeling a twitch in her left eye.
With a few audible gulps, the crowd began to filter out.
And soon it was just Raven and Richard there, Star having excused herself to take care of some matter with one of the other auction participants...and avoid being Raven's venting target again.
"You're an idiot," Raven shook her head as she sat down, swinging her legs over the side of the stage. Richard effortlessly hopped up beside her.
"You're expensive," he said.
The only sound in the auditorium was the tap of Raven's heels every time they swung back to lightly connect against the side of the stage...a sigh.
"I don't suppose you'd take your money back and let us go our merry, separate ways?" Raven proposed, still half-hoping.
"Not a chance," Richard said and turned her to face him, lifting her chin with his hand as if to examine her face. Outraged at the motion, Raven struggled to turn away, but his grip was firm—not painful...but firm.
"What?" she asked, annoyed beyond all belief. "What are you, blind? You're acting like you've never seen my face before."
"Not this close," he whispered with no need to whisper. "Your eyes are the most peculiar shade of...would you call it violet?"
"Blue violet," Raven corrected with a note of sulkiness and Richard released her chin softly.
"Ah," he nodded.
They let another minute of silence pass.
And then:
"So you're my slave for a week, Ice Queen, how do you like them apples?"
"About as much as I'd like to be caught in a job stuffing bodies with chicken feathers and shelving them in a toy store."
"You're morbid." He flashed her a thoughtful look, which she returned with a 'what, you didn't expect that?' look.
"And this is not going to work." She stood, dusting off her jeans absently.
"I guess we'll see." He said, following suit. As they exited the auditorium Richard began, "So...slave—"
THWACK.
Richard rubbed his sore nose, hoping it hadn't moved several inches to the right like it felt.
Raven tucked her text book away without a word and stomped off toward her locker.
And Richard?
He had the nerve to laugh, or the heart...whichever you think...and went to his own locker, thinking of the grand prize he'd won today.
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Someone else was thinking of his prize too.
"That bitch!"
Kitten Moth hurled a disgustingly cute, pink stuffed kitten across her room, where it then struck a disgustingly cute, pink wall all cluttered with magazine cut-outs, bad Polaroid pictures, and other such random paraphernalia. Kitten Moth was not happy.
Five hundred dollars? For her?
The blonde fiercely wound a few strands of her hair around her finger, tugging on it ruefully. She'd been so terribly upset that she'd left in an unprecedented hurry. Her mind raged on.
Five hundred dollars. From him?
The whole fiasco was absurd.
Worse than absurd.
It was abominable.
Kitten began to throw more, various things around, giving a five star tantrum with extra points for flare as she knocked over a lamp too.
Jinx West stared in bored fashion at the blonde, leaning lazily against the wall as if she'd really rather be somewhere else...really.
"Almost done, Kitten?" she queried in a tone ten times as bored as her expression.
Kitten simply shot her a snippy glare and stalked out of the room.
Jinx pulled out her game boy and opened a new game of Tetris.
436 lines and counting.
So blatantly short, I'm sorry! Trying to update Glass and Hush right now, and Without You! Been gone so long it's nuts! Finals and papers do take your soullll! Sigh.
-Rei