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BBRae Fan Fiction!
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This story is dedicated to ShadeyMike!
Chapter 4: Misconstrued Information!
"This is extremely despicable ." Rachel barked, slipping into her new dress. A grim expression was painted across Rachel's face, when Kori tightened her hair into a tight bun. Glancing at Kori's wall-clock, she could feel a knot of anxiety begin to form. Everything was going to go miserably. Staring into the mirror,she was horrified at what she saw. The outfit made her look like a straight-up slut.
"What do you think?" Kori chirped, finishing Rachel's hairdo. The dress was horrendous; cleavage was clearly visible, the dress showed her entire leg and the dress had a nonexistent back. 'A bikini could cover more than this dress does. If I ever go shopping for a dress, again; I need to pay better attention to my purchase,' Raven thought.
"It's horrible! I can't go anywhere looking like this!" Rachel snapped, eyeing her appearance. Everything about the dress was screaming the words; slut, cheap, bitch, and whore. Even if she was supposed to be eye candy for the business men, this was just to much.
"I believe that, you look splendid." Kori squealed, gently tugging at her dress. Suddenly, a colorful slip of paper caught Kori's eyes. Wandering over to Rachel's bed, Kori picked up the multicolored document. Excitement filled the redheads eye's as she read over the pamphlet. "Friend, you were invited to a party!"
"Yeah, but I'm not going." Rachel grumbled, moodily smoothing down her dress. Great; She hadn't even reached the party yet, and she was already suffering. Kori was probably going to hassle her into going to that dimwitted party. "Go ahead and take the foolish invite, if you want to go."
"Really? Thank you, Friend Rachel! Perhaps we should go together; it would be extremely pleasant." Kori squealed, still clutching the invitation. A bright gleam vibrated from the fiery-haired girl when she jumped. The booming of music filled the hallway, as the room next door hosted their nightly enjoyment. She usually took a walk to the beach, and read in the warm sand. Sometimes that little beach could be the most beautiful place in the world.
"Have I ever gone to a party?" Rachel grunted, looking away from the mirror. The image the mirror projected, was to overwhelming for her to handle. Grasping her immense, black jacket, Rachel swung it over her bare shoulder's. At least her upper body was slightly covered.
"No, but I thought this time you may wish to come." Kori said, fixing the bedspread. Her friend was completely against any social activity. Kori knew better than to push her; Rachel's father had done a lot of damage to her persona.
"I'm not going!"
The lights shimmered, as Garfield Logan strutted into the party. A few peppy blonde's waved at him when he walked past, but he overlooked them. Their was only one person that was within his eyesight at the moment. A soft, black dress clung to her features, making him lick his lips. A soft blush was painted across her cheeks, and her arms were crossed across her chest. Something seemed almost…. Vulnerable about her. 'This couldn't be the Rachel Roth thatI work with, could it,' Garfield contemplated.
"Hey, Rae." Garfield greeted, ogling at her body. A gruesome glare strained her mouth, as he approached her. Scowling, a growl echoed from her voice box. The soft blush disappeared from her face, and was covered with her regular, pastel colored skin. 'Yep,it's still his Rachel.'
"What do you want?" Rachel rumbled, scrambling to cover more of her body. His eyes wandered over her chest, and he began to stare. However, he didn't remain in his fantasy world for very long; a pale hand knocked him about his head, catching his attention. Water filled his eyes, as the back of his neck began to sting. 'This girl could be a professional boxer.'
"What was that for?" Gar groaned, rubbing the back of his head. Everything had begun to go slightly woozy; almost like when he accidentally ate hush brownies in Las Vegas. A few males began to carelessly stare at Rachel, and she instantly responded by flicking them off. Instantly, they began to scurry away.
"Because you were being a pervert, and don't say that you weren't; I saw what you were looking at." Rachel mumbled, Sitting down in the chair next to her. The metal frame was cold, hard and uncomfortable. A grimace crossed her face, and she jumped away from the seat. It looked like she was going to have to spend the whole night standing up.
"You can use my jacket." Garfield whispered, placing his light brown, leather coat onto the seat. A curious expression crossed Rachel's face, making him smirk. She always scrunched her nose when she was annoyed. Apart of him adored her nose scrunching routine; it was kind of cute. "There! Now the chair has a cushion."
"It's alright; I don't need your jacket." Rachel grunted, taking aback by his gesture. Perhaps, Garfield Logan wasn't so bad, after all. A sigh contended her lips, while watching the blonde-haired man. 'No, Garfield Logan is still a ignoramus.'
"I insist, really" Garfield persuaded, refusing to take back his coat. Exhaling, Rachel hesitantly plopped down onto the chair. It wasn't particularly comfortable, but it was livable. Giving a satisfied smile, he pulled up a chair next to Rachel.
"So, I hear you're going to Victor's party." Garfield began, glancing at Rachel. A frown deepened upon Rachel's featured, as she turned to look at him. 'That look is never a good sign. I think she's going to hit me again,' he thought
"No! I told him I would think about it, and I've decided thatI'm not going." Rachel grumbled, crossing her arms in disgust. It was a ridicules idea. People like her did not go to Victor Stone's 'Get Stoned' party. Their was no way in Hades, she was going.
"You're not going!" Garfield complained, a little bit of sadness flashed in his eye's. A part of him was looking forward to seeing her there. However; she seemed set upon not going. 'I guess, it's her choice,' Gar contemplated.
"No, a friend of mine is going instead. She's your type Mr. Logan; pretty and naïve." Rachel snapped, feeling herself draw away from Garfield's kindness. It was time for Garfield Logan to leave; she was finished discussing things with him.
"Do you want something to drink?" Gar questioned, flashing Rachel a brilliant grin. Alcoholic beverages were all that the bar was serving, and she did not drink anything of the sort. Trigon always became abusive right before he drank alcohol. A part of her was worried that if she drank, then she would become violent like the man she called father. A soft shiver ran up her spine at the pure thought.
"No, I don't drink anything alcoholic." Rachel responded, shaking her head gently. The lights were freely giving her a head ache, and his smile was permanently blinding her. 'How long have I been here? It feels like a eternity,' Raven thought.
"Are you like a saint, or something?" Garfield questioned, surprised at Rachel's response. Leaning forward, he began to stare at Rachel's face. 'I think, Imay have upsether,' he thought. A saddened look emerged into Rachel's eyes the moment, he had offered her a drink. All he wanted to do was help her, but whenever he tried something went wrong.
"Not even close."
Four Hours Later…..
"Friend, did you enjoy the dance?" Kori asked, holding the door open for her exhausted friend. However; the redhead seemed to be just as tired as she was. Even the banging of music from across the hall could distract her from her tiredness. A slight nod exited her body, and she crashed into her small cot. The cool sheets were more welcoming, than one thousand fresh cups of tea.
"It wasn't as bad, as I thought." Rachel murmured, caressing the blankets around her. A small smirk was playing across Kori's lips, as she sat on her own diminutive cot. This was Kori's I-want-to talk-about-girlie-things-with-you-smirk. 'Why is she looking at me like that,' Rachel wondered.
"Friend Rachel, where did you buy that jacket? It looks quite comforting." Kori asked, the redheads smirk widening. A horrified expression crossed her face, when she noticed that Garfield's jacket was wrapped across her shoulders. The servers at the dance had misplaced Rachel's jacket; so she had stopped using Mr. Logan's coat as a cushion, and beganapplying it as a warmth giver. 'Kori's never going to let me hear the end of this one.'
"I borrowed it from a acquaintance." Rachel responded, trying to hide from the light shining off of the redheads teeth. This was all she needed right now; it was late, she was exhausted and she had to get up early for classes. Burrowing her head in a pillow in attempt to escape from Kori's gaze, Rachel let out a small groan.
"Is it a acquaintance of the male sex?" Kori asked, her emerald eyes grew bigger with curiosity. Sighing, she tilted her head in the direction of the redhead. She was no longer living with her parents; why did she have to be interrogated? Rachel had enough; it was time to fight, fire with fire.
"Why does it matter, and why were you up this late? You don't usually wait up for me." She questioned, getting the desired affect. A crimson blush spread across Kori's cheeks, as she buried her eyes into the redheads soul. Placing her head back into her pillows, her eyes began to flutter closed.
"I was working late, again." Kori flushed, throwing herself into her bed. This conservation wasn't going to last much longer. She had learned to manipulate weaknesses, since her teenage years. Due to her need to constantly shield her own weaknesses, she never really let go of the skill.
"Goodnight, Kori."
Author's Note:
I'm so sorry, for updating this late! I got this new game, and I became addicted to it right away! So I kind of kept procrastinating my chapter until today!(:
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