I'm BAAACK:
Chapter 9
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The head fell from her hands with a thud…
Kori gasped lightly at the sight of her best friend underneath the head and whispered quietly, "Dick?"
He gave her a sheepish half grin, "Hey, Kori."
"Why didn't you tell me you were going to be the mascot?"
He swallowed hard. 'Here we go…'
"I was embarrassed about it…"
"So?"
"………..um…"
"Dick you are my best friend! You should be able to tell me something small like this."
"Small?.! Are you kidding me? This was major for me!"
"That is not the point I wish to make. The point is you kept something from me that was big for you."
Dick twitched. 'Ouch, walked right into that one.'
Dick didn't like how this argument was going. "Ya know what? Just forget it! I've got to get ready to go out on the field anyway."
He turned on his heel to leave.
"So, you are just going to blow me off after lying to me?.!" She snapped.
His shoulders slumped down and his back faced her.
"I'm sorry…" he whispered just loud enough for her to hear.
Her head lowered in shame as a pang of guilt racked her heart. She hated when he was like this.
He reached down for the oversized head and walked away from Kori and back into the school.
She sighed. She just wanted to cry. She hated feeling left out of his life. "I bet he even told Garfield, Raven, and Victor instead of me…"
She made her way back to the group of cheerleaders getting ready for their next cheer.
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Dick placed the "Rebel" costume back in it's protective glass case and proceeded to put on his football gear.
He glared down at his cleats after he had them laced.
He hated Kori for being mad at him, but he hated himself for not just growing a pair and telling her…
He grabbed his helmet and walked the back to the doors to the outside. He opened to double doors and the light poured in on his lone figure, blinding him once again.
He walked toward the bench by the track and heard his teammate's cheer at his arrival.
"Grayson!"
"Yes, there's the man!"
These and other calls were heard as he made his way towards Coach Wilson.
"Not a bad job out there, Grayson." Wilson said while keeping his eyes trained on the game in front of him.
"Whatever," Dick really didn't want to deal with Wilson right now….or any other time actually.
"Bitter are we? It could be a lot worse, Grayson. Be grateful." Wilson told him him sternly in his eerily calm voice.
Dick gave him a grunt of acknowledgement and scanned the field.
The Rebels were down by three in the final quarter. The team had managed to hold there own and score a few points, but they were growing weary. A tangible tension hung in the air, for they were on their last string of energy. But with Dick showing up their morale was boasted greatly. With their best running back in the game now all they needed was to score one touchdown in the next four minutes and twelve seconds.
Easy? Well, it would be if the Tigers hadn't put out their best player Roy "Speedy" Harper.
Speedy was the greatest at any position on the field, and this made him very valuable to his team and a big problem for the other team.
Dick glared at his figure as Speedy looked over at him.
Speedy smirked and winked at him.
Dick snarled. He didn't like Speedy.
He had once tried to date Kori, but she thankfully rejected him. But that didn't make him feel any better about him.
Dick was ready to play, and do what ever it would take to win this game for his team.
Maybe he could do at least one thing right today…
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Kori stood in her line with the other cheerleaders. She plastered her fake smile on for the crowd in front of her and chanted the cheers she had spent hours etching in to her brain.
She was upset at Dick for lying to her…
…but she couldn't help but be angry at herself for not asking about his "problem".
She finished the cheer and turned her back to the crowd and toward the game, arms behind her back. She sighed and the fake smile melted off her face.
She stared silently out on the filed as a spiky-haired figure ran toward the huddle in the center of the field, slipping his helmet on…
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Dick fastened the strap of his helmet sloppily as he ran. He reached the huddle and was welcomed just as warmly as on the sidelines.
Everyone started talking to him at asking him questions at once and telling him how happy that they were that he was there-
"Just pass me the ball and I'll take it the rest of the way," He said almost emotionless.
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"Umm……."
"She caught you didn't she?"
Dick snapped his head toward the voice.
Victor stood in front of him with sweat and grime on his face from playing as quarterback nearly the entire game.
Dick hung his head slightly, "I'd rather not talk about it, Vic"
"Understood."
"?" the other players were very confused at their exchange of words.
Dick noticed this. "Let's just say, I'm a little pissed off right now."
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"…….well alright."
The ref blew his whistle from outside their circle.
"Alright, 'Rebels' on three! 1! 2! 3!"
"REBELS!"
"Whoo!"
"Yeyuh!"
Victor smiled at his team as they left him to get to their positions. He looked across him as Dick still stood there. He put a hand on Dick's shoulder, "Don't worry about it, kid. Just play the game."
Dick just nodded and ran to his position. Vic just shook his head sadly and soon followed him.
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The crowd let out a large roar at the site of Dick Grayson going on the field.
Slade could hear their shouts of joy…
…but his face was deadpan, and his arms were crossed as his one good eye was focused on the very person the crowd was yelling for.
Waiting for him to buckle under the pressure….
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I'M SO SORRY!
I have a big list of excuses to why I haven't posted this chapter sooner, but I don't think you guys really care.
But, hey, on a better note.
Who watched the Teen Titans movie?
I did, I did:
It was basically amazing.
Well, I got to go hang me brother upside down by his he's getting on my nerves.
Buhbye :)