Shoving a hand through her hair, Raven tried to block out the droning voice of her history teacher. The man had no interest in the American Revolution, or in his job for that matter. The tall man obviously had no social life. Probably still lived with his mother.

Raven cupped her chin in her hands, watching the snow fall softly onto the ground, coating the earth in a pure white blanket. That morning, Beast Boy had not talked to her at all. He had not come over, or called, and when they had ridden to school together, he had been in his own little world, barley even looking at her. At first, she had wondered if he was mad at her, but there was no reason for him to be. After the incident in the kitchen, he had eaten dinner with her, kissed her softly, and then returned to his own apartment. There had been no rude words, or cracks at his intelligence, only talks of memories they had shared at the tower. Maybe he had thought back to all the times she had bullied him. Hell, he might not have been thinking of her at all. He could have been thinking of anything. His world didn't depend around her.

Someone snored beside her. Glancing around at the classroom, Raven noticed that everyone had their heads bent, and were sleeping, whispering, or writing notes to one another. Raven was the only one with her head up. The teacher at the front of the class turned back to face his class, stopped mid-sentence, and rolling his eyes at the lack of attention her was receiving. Dropping down the short, stubby chalk, the man sat down at his desk, pulled out a thick novel, and began to read, letting his class do whatever they pleased.

Raven shrugged, leaning her cheek against her arm that dangled over the edge of the desk, watching the snow float down. Her mind drifted to Beast Boy again and their 'relationship'. Did they even have one? Was there even anything there instead of a few make-out secessions and groping?

Closing her eyes, Raven tried to tell herself that there was nothing between them. Beast Boy and I are just friends, nothing more. Yes, he will kiss me from time to time, but other than that, he acts like he did in the tower. But then again, he had said that in the tower, he had been shy, acting like an idiot to hide his attraction to me. Could…could it be possible that he is attracted to me?

She could hear her emotions scoffing at her. Inside her head, an argument issued. She could feel Lust roll her eyes. Oh, come on, Raven. Of course he's attracted to you, you idiot. He wouldn't finger you for the fun of it. Raven groaned inwardly.

Knowledge spoke up. Lust does have a point, though I do not agree with the blunt terms. Beast Boy is attracted to you--us. If you would just take the time to look into his eyes, you could decipher the clear fondness he has for us. He treats us like we are important. He cares not that we are half-demon, or that we were created not out of love, but of rape. He does not care. He loves, er, likes us for who we are. He is patient with your constant insipidness, so that in itself should mean something.

Jeez, Rae, Sloth said, even I can tell the hottie's attracted to us. It don't take a genius to figure it out. We know you're scared. Uh, hello, so are we. We ain't never been in a relationship before and we ain't never had a man attracted to us. Hell, that jerk off Malchoir used us to get what he wanted, and that left you wary of men. Come on, Sister, get off the pity train. Not all men are gonna fall head-over-heels for you dull attitude. No offence there, hun, but you gotta loosen up. Inside her head, Sloth let out a large belch. Her emotions groaned.

But what if he is only using us, Timid whimpered. He does not want us as a person, just as a…plaything that he can rid of when he is through with us. Beast Boy is too good for us, you all know. He deserves someone who can laugh at his jokes, who can love him unconditionally—

Oh, shove it, Timid, Sloth growled. I swear, one of these days I'll shove your timid head up your as—

Shut up, Sloth, Brave snarled. Leave the poor think alone. She can have her own opinion. The sound of Timid's wailing filled her head. Great, Sloth, look at what you have done. Perfect, now we'll have to talk over her sobs. Brave groaned. Damn it, Raven, why can't you just come inside your head? It would be so much easier and you still have forty minutes left of class. Mutter our incantation or go somewhere private, come in to your head, and we can finish this conversation like humans. Usually, people who have conversations inside their head are labeled as psychopaths.

Raven cracked open an eye, lifting her head to make sure no one was listening or paying attention to her. Deciding to go somewhere private, Raven raised her hand, asking if she could go to the restroom. The teacher waved a hand, still reading. Raven took that as an okay and grabbed her books, knowing she wouldn't be back. Shutting the class door behind her, Raven debated where she could go. The roof was off, because of the snow, and anyone could walk into the bathroom, so she decided on the janitor's closet. Great. Usually, the only purpose of a janitor's closest was to make-out or have sex, and she was going to talk to her emotions. Typical for her.

Thankfully the door was open, and, glancing around her to make sure no one was near, slipped into the small room. It smelled of lemon and mold. Her nose wrinkled as she slid into her mediation position, her legs crossed and levitating about three feet from the ground.

Tension drained from her shoulders as she closed her eyes and spoke her beloved incantation. "Azarath Metrion Zenthos." Shortly, she was inside her mind, surrounded by her emotions.

"Took ya long enough," Sloth said, sprawled out on the dark, dead ground that sufficed for their meeting place.

"Yeah, whatever." Crossing her arms over her chest, Raven glanced around at her emotions. Timid whimpered softly behind a thick dead tree. Lust rolled her eyes, crossing her legs and skimming a long finger across the black pond.

"So, Raven, are you here to talk about our man?" Lust tilted her head, her amethyst eyes gleaming.

"Of course we are, " Brave said, leaning her forearms across her upraised knees. "The only time she comes to talk to us is when she's mad, hurt, or in emotional turmoil. I think it's the latter."

Happy clapped her hands gleefully. "Oh, don't you just love the way Beast Boy treats you? He's always kissing us, and holding us, and making us cry out—"

"Happy!" Knowledge scolded, closing her thick novel with a snap. Happy giggled as Knowledge glared, hopping up and trying to mimic a plane. Rolling her eyes, Knowledge pushed up her thin glasses.

"Back to the main topic. Beast Boy is attracted to us, that we know for sure. Our main problem resides with us."

All emotions turned to Knowledge, but before she could state her opinion, Rage interjected, "You know as well as I that we only use him for our own pleasure. You have no intention of letting him into your cold heart," she snarled, her voice nothing more than a deep hiss.

Raven glared but kept silent. "You only let him touch him because you know no one else will ever want you. Once you have him completely, you will push him away. You will have no use for him. He will end up being hurt and you will be to blame. You know as well as I that no one wants a half-demon who's only here because your mother was raped. Beast Boy is still young and naive. He will realize soon enough that you are not worth nothing more than a quick romp between the sheets." Rage smiled hatefully. "You only allow him to get close to you because you know that he will be the only man to touch you, the only man who would want to touch you. I still don't see why he wants anything to do with you."

"Why don't you go pull that stick outta your ass and leave this to us, Rage," Sloth said, sitting up and crossing her legs. "Just because you're far from attractive doesn't mean that we aren't. If she ever decides to let one of us out, we could find someone to love us, though you could never bring anyone in."

Rage snarled, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning against a dead tree. "We shall see, now won't we, Raven?"

Ignoring her, Raven shifted her weight to one foot, then the other, gently rocking side to side.

"Anyway," Brave said, shoving her hair out of her face, " the point is, Beast Boy does want you. But, it's your decision of you want to take things farther than just friendship. Now, your just friends who make-out once in awhile. If you want to date, or whatever you want to call it, then I suggest you get started now, because Beast Boy can't wait for you forever, Rae." Brave smiled. "It's not going to be an easy ride, Raven. Not for any of us."

Raven stared down at her feet when suddenly, she was jerked from her mind as she heard the janitor door shut. Eyes snapping open, Raven tumbled to the ground.

"Well, didn't mean to scare ya like that. I was just looking for a place to hide, and I find you hear."

Raven glared. "Damnit, Beast Boy, don't scare me like that."

He grinned, trying to fit his tall, lean frame into the small room. "You're just lucky it was me and not someone else, 'cause you were," he made quotation marks with his fingers, "floating."

Lifting herself from the ground, Raven tried to maneuver her body away from his. In the small space, all it did was ground herself against him.

"Whoa, hold it." He grabbed her hips to keep her from moving. She glanced up at his eyes, noting the way they clouded with suppressed passion. Her heart skipped a beat.

"Er, ah, so," scoffing at herself, Raven straightened her shoulders. "Why are you hiding?"

He gave a crooked grin. "Oh, right. Did you know that you had to have some sort of pass to walk around in the halls? Some stupid teacher tried to pull me into her classroom so she could write me a detention, so, while she was digging in her desk, I took off and jumped into the closes door I could get my hands on, and this was it. Boy, I was so lucky, wasn't I?"

"Yeah," Raven muttered. "Completely fortunate."

He chuckled, bunching her skirt in his hands so it rose slowly up her thighs.

"Beast Boy, not here," she groaned, glancing at the door.

He grinned down at her but his hands stopped, though the soft material was still clutched in his hands. "And why not?"

Raven bit her lip as he slid his legs between hers. "Well, we're in a janitor's closet at a school, which I'm sure gets much use, and, uh, seeing as the bell is about to ring, some…people might need to use it."

He moved closer to her so now, there was no space between them. "Well, Raven, I'd say that we'll be the ones using it." Raven groaned as Beast Boy slanted his mouth over hers.


"I have never been so bored in my entire seventeen years of living," Starfire moaned, kicking the tangle of covers off her legs.

Robin chuckled from the floor where he was doing his daily pushups. "It's not that bad, Star." Crawling to where she could see him, Star plopped down on her stomach, her unruly curls tumbling over her shoulder and onto the ground. "Yes, it truly is." Rolling onto her back and throwing her arm over her eyes, she groaned. "I have done nothing but sleep and count the many cracks in the walls. You will not allow me to travel outdoors, and the 'stuffing of the face' is not possible, seeing as I have yet to stock the refrigerator. All I have to do is lay here, watch the television, or pace the apartment."

Robin turned onto his back and sat up. "Do me a favor and hold my feet down." She nodded, still ranting about boredom, and sat down on his feet, her back to him. He grinned, shaking his head, and started to do his sit-ups, arms folded behind his head.

"Must I stay here? Why can I not travel to the outdoors?"

Robin sighed as he increased his speed. "Because, Twain told me this morning that you needed to stay indoor for awhile."

She turned her head to watch him. "Did he mention why?"

"Nope. He just said to keep you inside and with someone until he gets things settled."

Using her hands to keep his feet from rising, Starfire turned her body so she now faced him. Sitting on his feet once again, she stretched out her legs. Robin glanced at her sock-clad feet beside his head with a smile before pulling himself up again.

She groaned, crossing her arms over his knees and resting her chin on them. "I just wonder why."

Starfire watched the muscles of his stomach strain beneath his white shirt, wondering what it would feel like to run her hands across the hard surfaces.

"Probably because some idiot tried to kill you last night." Supporting his weight on his elbows, Robin studied her. The cut above her eye was covered by a small white bandage, but he had seen what laid beneath it. The dark bruise with a deep cut down the center, the blood still running from it. It was something he would never forget.

"Yes, well, that it still no reason to keep from the real world outside these claustrophobic walls."

Robin rolled his eyes and started to continue his sit-ups. "Unfortunately, Star, that is a good reason to keep you here. But I'm stuck in here with you as well."

Her emerald eyes narrowed. "Are you inferring that that you do not wish to be here with me?"

His golden eyes widened before he rolled them. "No. I'm not saying that I don't want to be here with you, but I am saying that I have to succumb to boredom the same as you."

"Oh," she sighed, resting her cheek against her arm. "Perhaps, then…we could find something of interest to do."

Robin snorted. There were plenty of things that they could do, but all he could think of included her body and he would make damn sure none of his fantasies came to become realities. He couldn't end up hurting her by taking the only thing she had left to give him.

"How about…oh! I don't not know!" Groaning, she leaned her chin against her arm.

Robin smiled. "You know, there is an indoor pool we can use."

Her eyes lit up. "Truly?"

"Yeah. I'll call down there and see if we can use it for a while."

She clapped her hands in glee. "Oh, please do!" Climbing off his feet, she jumped onto the bed, bouncing once, before watching him as he called the front desk.

After a few moments of conversing with the person at the front desk, Robin hung up the phone. "Alright, they said it was fine."

She grinned before her face fell. "But what of the bandage I am not supposed to get wet?"

He thought about it for a moment before coming up with a solution. "We can always change it later. I mean, come on, it's a stupid bandage. Anyway, he said that he didn't want you to get it wet last night. He said nothing about today."

She laughed before throwing her arms around his neck. She pulled back just as the shock wore from his eyes. "But will people not find it strange that were are in a pool in the middle of a snowstorm?"

"It's heated, Star." He grinned. "And, anyways, it'll mean that we're the only one's down there."


With a deep sighed, Raven watched the girl in front of her kick the kickball and run to first base. Thank God it's last period, Raven muttered to herself as she pulled her jersey off her chest and fanned herself. Playing kickball was not her idea of fun, especially with the girls being spoilsports. And, uh, the athletic boys were watching from the weight room above the girls' gym, including Beast Boy and Cyborg.

"Come on, Moody! Kick it as hard as you can!" Groaning inwardly, Raven stepped up to the orange home plate. "Great. Watch me fall and bust my butt."

Harley Waylin patted her on the back. "Don't worry about it. It's happened to me before with them watching. Just laugh and get up. It helps the humiliation." Raven glanced back at Waylin's daughter. She was only a sophomore, but acted older than her sixteen years. She was a petite little thing, with a sprinkle of freckles and long, strawberry blonde hair that was more red than blonde. Her sea green eyes were light, and held an innocence that reminded Raven of Starfire.

She winked. "Good luck."

Raven snorted. "Yeah, I'll need it."

Harley laughed, shoving her thick ponytail behind her back. "As will I when it comes time for me to kick."

As the pitcher rolled the ball, Raven sighed. "Here goes nothing," she muttered as she brought back her leg and kicked as hard as she could. Raven watched with surprise as her ball ricocheted off the far wall and slid out of sight.

"Go! Run!" Snapping out of it, Raven ran to the first base, and, since the second baseman had run to get the ball, she made a beeline for it. Still, they had not caught the ball.

"Hurry! Run to third" Her team yelled. Raven ran as fast as she could and, from the way the third base man was screaming at them to throw the ball, Raven figured she was about to be out. But, hey, she was on a roll. Before the baseman could completely catch the ball, Raven barreled into her, trying to control her balance. Unfortunately, they crashed to the floor.

"Touch the base! Touch the base!" Untangling herself from the baseman, Raven slammed her palm down on the base just as someone was about to touch it with the red ball.

"Safe!" Her team cheered, as did Beast Boy and Cyborg. Raven let out a much needed breath as she pulled herself up to her feet. The baseman laughed. "That was one helluva tumble there, kid."

Falling into her role of Dru Moody, Raven grinned. Well, at least she hoped she grinned. Maybe it didn't look like as rusty as it felt. Thankfully, her show of emotions didn't crack the gym in two. Come to think of it, her emotions had stayed in check since they had started the mission. What was the deal?

"Alright, Harley. You're one helluva hard kicker, so…do whatcha gotta do." Raven glanced up as Harley prepared to kick the ball. She bit her lips, showing braces. Actually, Raven mused, the braces just made her utterly adorable.

Bring back long longs, Harley kicked the ball and Raven ducked as the ball headed for her. The baseman tried to catch it, but instead, the force of the ball threw her off balance and she crashed to the floor, the ball rolling away. Quickly, Raven darted to the home base, adding a point to her team. With incredible speed, Harley soon followed, stealing all the bases in less than thirty seconds.

"Damn," Raven muttered as they both bent over to catch their breaths. "You're one tough little thing, aren't you."

She grinned, flashing bright white teeth behind green and blue braces. "You get pretty tough when you're dad's on the police force and he makes sure you take every karate class there is. I'm proud to say that I've already mastered my black belt."

"Whoa."

She shoved a stray hair behind her ear and retied her thick blue ribbon. "Yeah. Unfortunately, I never wanted to take it. I wanted to dance, but, well, my mother was raped a long time ago and they both wanted me to know how to defend myself, knowing that they couldn't always protect me." She shrugged a slim shoulder. "Anyway, I think we're ahead by, like, fifteen points."

Raven nodded. "Yeah, I think we're about to tie things up."

Harley laughed. "Yeah, lets hope so. I'm in dire need for a shower."


Beast Boy grunted as he picked up two forty pound weights and slipped them onto the bar. "Dude, hurry up," Cyborg said.

"Shut up, Victor."

Cyborg grinned at his friend. "Testy, aren't we?"

"You two fight like an old married couple," Colt Davis muttered, shoving his curly dark brown hair off his forehead.

Cyborg snorted. "Hell, you should see Rae—Dru and Logan at it."

Colt lifted an eyebrow. "Who?"

"No one," Beast Boy muttered, his face heating with a blush. Cyborg rolled his eyes as he lifted the two hundred and fifty bar effortlessly. Colt stared at him in astonishment.

"Dru is Logan's 'girlfriend'."

"She is not."

"Is too."

"Is not."

"Too."

"Not."

"Too."

"Not."

"Too."

"Not times infinity."

Colt rolled his eyes. Being pared up with these two was like a never-ending fight. Personally, Colt loved it.

"Dude, you sound so stupid." Cyborg chuckled as Beast Boy added another eighty pounds to the bar.

"Oh, yeah, whatever." Beast Boy turned to Colt. "So, what grade are you in?"

"I'm a junior." Beast Boy nodded, glancing over the railing to watch the kickball game. Raven ran to home, followed by a fast little thing.

"Damn, she's fast."

Colt leaned over, resting his elbows on the aged railing. "That would be Harley Waylin, the captain's daughter. I don't think anyone's ever gotten near her without her dad tracking them down. Luckily, I live next door and her father trusts me."

Beast Boy raised an eyebrow "Do I hear a love confession coming on?"

Colt's eyes widened. "I'm not that obvious, is it?"

Beast Boy laughed. "Dude, I was just joking. I didn't even know."

Colt elbowed him good-naturedly. "Jerk." Leaning his back against the rail, Colt watched Cyborg lift the weight like it was nothing more than air. "I've been in love with Harley for years now. She doesn't even know. She treats me, well, like a friend. But I can kinda see where she might think I have no interest in her, seeing as I, uh, well, let's just say I'm not a monk."

Cyborg chuckled. "Good way to put it."

Colt grinned. The coach blew the whistle, snapping them out of their conversation. "Let's hit the showers, men!"

Beats Boy and Colt gave one last look down at the gym before walking to the locker room.


Raven wrapped a short white towel around her chest, securing it by tucking on end inside the towel Reaching for her brush, Raven ran it through her long hair.

"That was a pretty good game," Harley said, tying her elbow length hair into a wet ponytail.

"Yeah. Considering I played and our team won."

Harley chuckled. "Losing team always has to run a few extra laps."

"Harsh," Raven muttered, grabbing her clothes and slipping them on.

"Yeah." Securing the ribbon, Harley propped a hip against the lockers. "It still sucks that I have to stay in after I get home from school."

Raven raised an eyebrow. "Are you talking about the alert the police sent out about the White Rose Killer?"

"Yes. Fortunately, Colt drives me home everyday. He has the coolest Harley. And, uh," she grinned, "I get to hold on to him the whole time."

Raven smiled, rolling her eyes. "I'm guessing you've got a crush on this guy."

Harley snorted, folding her arms over her chest. "Crush? Hell, I'm in love with the guy. Have been for awhile."

"Hmm, interesting." Smoothing out her skirt, Raven grabbed her bag, walking out the back doors, Harley following.

"So…you got anyone your pining after?"

Raven slid a glare at the girl. "Not really." You are such a liar, Raven,

"Your such a liar."

Raven stopped to narrow her eyes. "What do you mean?"

Harley grinned. "Ooh, there's Colt. Gotta run. See you later, Dru." She ran off to meet Colt, jumping into the teen's arms as he squeezed her. She laughed, entwining her arms with his and walking to his Harley.

Rolling her eyes, Raven glanced both ways before crossing the street to the parking lot. Hearing the loud squeal of tires, Raven glanced up, her breath catching as a red, dented truck barreled toward her.

"Raven!"


Er, uh, I think I'm going to have another 'warning chapter', except the next one might be a little…heavier. But, if there is one, I'll warn you, otherwise, well, you won't see a warning. Anyways, until the next time!