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Chapter 11: The Fight.


The Fixit Right Company was in the very heart of Jump City. The workers buzzed around the desk, like bees inside a hive. Raven said, "I have to admit; this place doesn't look half bad."

"Yep, there is definitely something cool about this place." Garfield smiled, taking in the soaring quartz ceiling. "I think it's the free cookies."

With the quick, swift motion of a flying arrow, she clubbed him about the head. His eyes visibly rolled into the back of his head, as she did so. "Can you ever be serious; you immature littleweasel."

He quietly got close to Rachel; so close that he could smell her floral scent. Inhaling sharply, he let his lips grow extremely close to her ear. "I can be serious about something's."

Shivers ran down her spine, and she could feel color rush to her cheeks. She knew, deep down, that she had enjoyed his actions more than she should have. Self-loathing filled her empty, grumbling stomach; her mouth opened for a moment, spewing out waves of hatred. "Never do that again!"

"What's the matter," Gar teased. He had seen her secret shiver, tumbling down her beautiful neck. "I bet you liked it."

"Gar, don't say another word." Her fists were clenched, and withheld more power than bowling ball. "I am on the verge of killing you, and leaving you in a ditch."

Gar opened his mouth to respond; his lips moved quickly in complete silence. A couple of large thuds interrupted his fearful intrigue, and he looked up curiously. "Can I help you," Gar asked.

Hey, that's my line." The man was extremely tall with a frilly mustache. This curious greeter could have hid coins in that tuft of hair without having a single cent fall out. "I'm Ryan, nice to meet you."

"Look, we're here to see a lawyer." Annoyance flickered on her face. She was the predator, and he was her prey; in the wild, she ruled all.

"Yeah, and I am one." Ryan cried, jubilantly jumping up and down. He was similar to a giraffe; long necked, tall and had skin decorated with curious spots. "You need a lawyer for the Marx Chum settlement, correct?"

'At least this lawyer is smarter than the last one,' she thought. "Yes, that would be the one."

"My assistant said that you were hot," Ryan said. His eyes bows were absorbed into his short, brown hair. "But he was wrong; you're downright gorgeous."

"Thanks, I guess." She managed to catch herself before she blushed. A strange expression crossed Garfield's face, and his eyes visibly darkened. "Can we get to the point."

"Can I talk to you for a moment," Garfield questioned. Looking into his face was like coming, face to face with a 2 ton bear. His hand gripped her elbow, as he pulled her away from Ryan.

"What is it," Rachel asked. This was not Gar-like behavior. This was the way her father always looked; angry, distorted and ready for the kill. A shiver of worry ran down her spine. Just when she thought that she was finally done worrying about her father, another thing popped up to remind her.

His fingers softened his grip on her elbow, but he let his hand remain resting upon it. "I don't like that guy."

"He's better than the last one," she responded. 'How can he rule someone out so quickly? We haven't even seen his references yet.' "We should at least give him a proper overlook."

"I've seen enough." Gar howled, his eyes flashed towards him. Those eyes were frightening, she concluded; but, they did not compare to her fathers eyes. When looking at Trigon, it was almost like staring into hell itself. "I don't like the way he looked at you."

"What does that have to do with, how good a lawyer he is?" It was infuriating. She could feel her layers of protection begin to shield her again, the angry she dispelled always kept people at a distance.

"Not this again!" He said, "I thought you were done with your anger fits."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Rachel could feel her muscles tense with anger; she was finally the cobra again. The workers all turned to stare, as their yelling match grew louder. "I've had enough! I'm going back to the dormitory with Kori!"

"Wait! You can't," he cried. The hand that had been resting on her elbow tightened, but she yanked away. Everything happened so fast; one minute everything was going fine, and the next thing he knew Rachel was running out the door.


One Week Later…..

He had called her number 117 times, sent her over five dozen flowers and tried to get into her dormitory. Nothing had worked; she had even quit her job at the library. "Their has to be a way to reach her."

Victor smirked, "Why don't you just go out with that Buttercup girl; she seemed to like you."

"No, you don't understand." His heart was breaking in two, and tears were forming in his emerald eyes. "I love Rachel."

"Only you would fall for the one girl that hates your guts," Victor teased. A ghost would have seemed colorful, compared to how pale Garfield now looked. "That really sucks, green bean."

"I though you were my friend." The soft, depressed look deepened, as he looked at Victor. His eyes drooped downward, giving him a puppy-like appearance. "Shouldn't you try to give me moral support?"

"Nah," Victor chuckled. "I can try to help you get her back, though."

Gar whimpered, "I never had her in the first place."

"Trust me, you will." Like a villain planning evil things, he rubbed his hands together. "All we have to do is form a plan."

"I've tried everything." Even his many swimming pools, couldn't bring him the comfort he was needing. "It's hopeless."

"Wrong answer." The large man tilted his head back and groaned, as the hot tub warm swimming pool did its job. "Most of the world would be in the pits right now, if we gave up that easily."

"But, I…"

"Let me finished," Victor growled. "Women want us to have to fight and suffer! That's why so much of the male population is single."

"That was incredibly touching," he joked. Even though most of what Victor had said was oddly put, he realized that his friend was right. 'This is the perfect opportunity to prove myself to her.'

"Go ahead and laugh," Victor scowled.

His fingers had begun to prune, Gar noticed; it was glancing at those wrinkled fingers that helped him begin his thinking. All he needed to do was formulate a good quality plan. "Vic, I think I got an idea."

"I can't believe it!" The sun began to set, painting the sky blood red. "I didn't think that, I would ever hear those words come from your lips!"

Gar scowled, "Not funny, man!"

"Alright, what's your stupid plan?" Victor questioned, pulling himself out of the pool. The muscles on his arms rippled and heaved, as he pulled himself out of the swimming pool.

"I got Rachel and I, some tickets to see some author dude." Gar responded, racking his turtle-like brain. "I'll send Kori the tickets I bought, and I'll tell her that I'm not going. I'll buy another ticket that will seat me right next to Rachel, and I'll force her to talk to me!"

Victor asked, "That isn't a bad idea, but what if Kori brings Richard instead?"

"I'll tell Kori that one of the tickets is for Rachel." A evil laugh echoed from his throat, like a clap of booming thunder. "It's as easy, as pie."

"Good luck with that!" Victor attempted to walk away, but he managed to get a firm grasp on his foot.

Gar cried, "I'll be needing your help."

"With what," Victor asked. Desperately, he tried to shake off Garfield's fingers. "There isn't anything I can do."

"Do you remember how you used to dress me up as a police officer, so we could tell parents that their kid died in a car accident?" He asked, gripping Victor tightly. The simplest of slipups would allow his tall friend a escape passage.

Victor chuckled, "How could I forget?"

"I need another disguise."


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Authors Note:

Sorry it took me so long to update! I had major writers block issues! If you were wondering about the M rating, it's because their will be a lemon fairly soon. (:

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