Notes: Ok, first of all, this is based off of the movie 'The Faculty'. A lot of the beginning is the same, but I will be changing it quite a bit after this chapter. The characters might be slightly OOC at times, but it's for the story's sake. I don't own the plot, Teen Titans, or the school name. The school name comes from the movie. And I know that it doesn't start at the very beginning of the movie, but everything will be explained. Robin's character will be referred to as Rob, because Robin simply doesn't fit the character he represents. Some of the lines are taken from the movie.

Garfield Logan sighed as the bus pulled up to the familiar sight of Herrington High. It stopped in front of the school and opened the door, urging its passengers to exit. Garfield watched as everyone began to stand up and head towards the outside world. When the final person passed, he reluctantly stood up, slinging his backpack over one shoulder and gathering his other things. He exited the bus slowly, dreading the day already.

"Not again," he muttered to himself upon stepping on school grounds, seeing the group of jocks headed his way. He quickened his pace, hoping to make it to the school building before they caught up to him. Unfortunately, he was too late.

"Well, if it isn't the grass stain," Gabe Daniels, also known as Wildeebeast commented, walking up with some of his friends. Speedy, Fang and Johnny grinned widely and laughed at this.

Garfield winced at the name, which had been given to him after being pummeled in gym when playing football. And people wondered why he didn't like sports.

He tried to walk around them without being noticed, but they blocked his path. They quickly circled him and lifted him off the ground roughly. Garfield struggled vainly, not strong enough to bear them all by himself. The next thing he knew, the flagpole came into view and he was rammed into it, right between the legs.

He groaned in pain and fell to the ground. He tried to stand up, but was roughly shoved back by an elbow that was 'accidentally' rammed into his face. Closing his eyes against the pain, he heard laughter as the four jocks left to torture someone else.

Garfield slowly came to his knees and started to blindly search for his backpack, crawling along the ground, until someone ran into him.

"Watch it," a female voice growled at him. Garfield opened his eyes enough to recognize it as Raven, the school goth. Her black clothes contrasted with her pale skin. When she caught him staring at her, her dark blue-almost violet eyes narrowed into a glare, "Out of my way!"

"Sorry," Garfield muttered sarcastically as she swiftly began to walk away.

After a minute, her eyes adjusted and Garfield quickly located his backpack a few feet away. He sighed upon seeing his prized possession only inches away from it. The back of his camera had opened upon impact, exposing the film inside.

Garfield's lack of popularity was all thanks to that machine. He loved animals and every one seem became photographed upon sight. Besides that, the fact that he loved Science Fiction and that he was the photographer for the school paper didn't help.

"Are you all right," a new voice sounded. Garfield looked up to see a red-headed girl looking down at him in concern.

"Fine," he grumbled, picking up his stuff and standing to his feet. He drew a hand under his nose, not surprised to see a line of blood on his hand as a result, "Same as usual Starfire." She nodded quickly at his answer and left to join her group with the cheerleaders.

Kari Anderson, nicknamed such because of her bright-spirited nature, was one of the most popular girls at school. She was one of the few people who was nice to him, but she was nice to everybody, so it was no surprise. He looked at her group in envy, wishing for the popularity that they had. If anything, it would save him from the morning routine he'd grown accustomed to since school started.

The girl standing next to Kari was Jill Sanders, nicknamed Jinx for her temper and the bad luck that followed everyone who was around when it happened. She was the definition of stuck-up. As newspaper editor, head cheerleader, and president of the student council, she was the type of girl every other girl loved to hate.

"Let's keep it simple, ok," Jinx was saying, "Same uniforms, ponytails, the same as always." The other girls nodded in agreement, knowing not to get on her bad side.

"Hey babe," Victor Stone walked up behind her. Nicknamed 'Cyborg' because of his keen eye and strategic planning, he was the captain of the football team, "Can we talk?"

"Not now," Jinx stopped him, "I have important things to take care of. I need a headline for the paper. I have a new routine to make up. There's a -"

"This is important," Cyborg protested, cutting her off.

"That's what you think," Jinx told him, "Now I have to go." With those words, she walked away quickly.

Cyborg sighed and turned around to find Garfield staring in his general direction, "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing," Garfield replied, not wanting another pounding. He checked to make sure all his stuff was in his bag. Trying vainly to stop his bloody nose, Garfield headed towards the school and his sanctuary, the broken stall in the boy's restroom.

(In the boy's restroom)

Garfield muttered to himself as he held a tissue to his injury. School was supposed to start in only a few minutes, and he was still trying to recover. He stopped talking to himself however as the main door to the restroom opened.

"Here they are guys," someone said, "Your fake identifications are right here." Garfield peered out from the slit between the door and the wall of the stall. He easily recognized the black leather jacket one of the guys was wearing as belonging to Richard Grey, otherwise known as Rob.

"That doesn't look like me," one of the guys protested, "I'm not chinese dude!"

"This costs fifty bucks," the other asked.

"It's the new you," Rob offered to the first guy, "And yeah, it's fifty. Trust me, those ids will work great! I'm brilliant!"

"Then why are you repeating senior year," the second questioned him.

"Look," Rob told them, "I'll throw in these for free." He pulled out two pens filled with white powder, "My own recipe. A guaranteed high."

"We'll take it," the guy agreed. They gave Rob the money and left. Rob left soon after. Seconds later, the bell rang. Garfield mumbled something under his breath, knowing that he was going to be late for class…again.

Notes: Ok, that's just the intro. I know a lot of the characters are OOC, but it'll work out and some of it is needed.