Insane.

One of the few non-vulgar words Garfield would use to describe the Class 289. Following words would be idiotic, stereotypical and of course vulgar itself.

He didn't know what to expect. Being homeschool his entire life in Africa left him oblivious to the unruly world of public education.

On his spare time, when Richard wasn't hounding down his back for team training or Kori attempting to play dress up with him or even Victor popping in to boast about the new Mega Monkeys Saga he got, Garfield would be found buried underneath his covers, reading the many teen magazines he discovered 'randomly' at on his laundry hamper. Three Mean Girls marathons and twenty issues of Teen later, Garfield thought he had a picture of what an average Highschool classroom looked like.

Cheerleaders in one corner giggling over social media, nerds cluttered in circles with the school's latest assignment, goths staring down every late bloomer that strolled in. As far as he was concerned, there was only one goth in his class and she wasn't even looking at him.

Present day school was much different then what 90s writers described. Ironically, everyone here dressed in casual wear. Ranging from cropped turtlenecks and dark jeans to corset-like tube tops with vested bodices, it was obvious the female spectrum for back-to-school shopping was larger.

Scrambling to the near corner of the room, he ducked under broken tipped paper airplanes and an assortment of interesting mouth jewelry. According to his hyperactive animalistic senses, he blended perfectly in.

A little too perfectly.

Sighing, he laid his heavy head onto the cedar desk. He shifted a bit, uncomfortable. So far, not a single person has talked to him ever since he entered, the secretary was an exception. But even with the craze of the class he had, the day seemed too bland.

If Starfire was able to shoot green beams out of her eyes after she pinned the pearl to her ear, I should be able to use my senses. He thought, remembering how Kori accidentally burnt part of the seat of the T-car.

The morbid scent of Tamaranian spitfire crossed with polyester covering and memory foam still stung against his nose. But by slowing down his drew out breaths, Garfield barely manage to separate each conversation with another. Tuning in on the girl sitting near the musty shelves, the faint sound of laughter cleared up.

"And I told him to bite me." His expression turned into cringe as the girl continued laughing with four others. It seemed like there were many around her, some afraid to speak. Murmurs of mixed emotions such as disgust and fake excitement were caressed by the air and filtered into separate people.

It was clear as day to see who were popular here. According to his senses, the stars of the show were a pair of girls - one donning a pitched tone and a "killer" pair of Mary Janes and her counterpart with a huskier voice and a "hot" older brother. It amused him of how random the talk between the small crowd got.

One minute it was all about trying the newest bubble tea flavor - which lead to an argument on whether or not coconut jelly should be included as a condiment.

The next lead into a plan to crash Grace Ozzie's birthday bash coming up next week. The sizable group of teens seem to have a bit of a feud with the so called "little red riding hood".

"I told Belle to get her arse off my lawn. I can't believe the nerve, wanting me to do her calculus homework for her." A voice sighed annoyed. His headache from the scattered voices slowly disintegrated as they began to turn down their volume.

"She only transferred after the end of April last year. Mei, give her a break." A broader voice defended the girl.

"I heard in England, they do their geometry with the metric system not imperial." It seemed that the two only got more annoyed by the snide remark as they continued to trash about transfers.

His ears suddenly perked up as a new voice piped up, "What about that blondie over there? Owen and Avery haven't stopped checking him out ever he enter the room."

"In my defense, he's ripped. I can see biceps flexing when he moved an arm."

"He looked so small and flustered when he entered the room. I almost feel sorry for how many people he's going to trample when they fall for him."

"Small?" someone scoffed, "he's legit six foot at least."

The more the group chatted among themselves about the hottie - someone quoted - he felt himself growing a blush. Garfield never heard someone talk so sexually with the exception of frequent run ins with Kori and Richard's infamous moments.

"If you're so into him Mary, why don't you just ask him out right now?"

"N-no I can't." Mary sputtered out flustered by the suggestion.

"And why not?"

"I don't even know what he looks like. His hair covered his face and he was looking downwards when he entered, Iris."

"Fine. If you won't talk to him, I will." Tuning out his hearing, Garfield was intrigued by the chatter but he knew they had already ended the talk. Instead of peering in to a chat about narwhals happening three seats down from him, he decided to rest his clamoured mind.

The peace did not last long because something began to poke Garfield in his right shoulder. He caught the beady stare of a tanned brunette. Tilting her oval face, hints of spiked strands of blonde mixed in with falling hair. "My name's Iris Patel. What's yours?"

"Garfield Logan."

"Garfield." She tested his name on her tongue, "Doesn't suit you."

"What?" He was starting to have mixed feelings about Iris. She seemed extremely forward.

"You're too hot to share a name with a orange fat cat. At least that's what my friends think." She motioned towards a circle of teens staring at them intently.

Garfield could feel his neck break a sweat. Were they making fun of him? His animalistic sense nagged him on at the back of his head. He's no Richard Grayson but when it came to reading body postures, he was a pro. Perhaps it was all those days he spent as a peregrine falcon when the team had to battle against Mad Mod once again or how often Garfield was sent as a spy in his house fly form.

Reading Iris was easier said than done. Her clenched shoulders were imperfectly balanced on the edge of his desk, making the table wobble slightly under her weight. The overly cocky smile she adorned sat on her face unnaturally. He could just barely smell the iced coffee she had the hour prior.

Definitely nervous. She seemed off balance as her ballet flats keep tapping against the floor.

Putting on a cheeky smile rather than his regular kilowatt one - he had to keep the press coming back. 'Good Publicity' as Richard would call it - Garfield leaned back onto his chair till he was balancing on its two hind legs. "Then you can call me Gar."

"Gar. I like it."

His day had been amazing so far. It had been easy as homeroom to make new friends. Usually it would be a clique of girls that would swing by or a posse of boys complimenting his hair.

It's like everyone is a Richard.

It seemed everyone cared about Garfield's shaggy golden hair just as much as their finals. All the compliments and remarks made him more confident than ever.

When he was Beast Boy, no one noticed him. And when they did, it would always be the same comment about his freakish skin tone or odd ears. Media and public news buried him into an insecure version of himself for many years. Things changed that helped him grow up.

First it was the way he'd stay in animal form during fights. Being able to talk in animal form, he opted out for nevering transforming into a human in public as he though it was one of the reasons he was picked on. After all, who would poke fun at a raging green giant Siberian tiger's fur?

Next Beast Boy would avoid going out in public. Any grocery shopping had always been done by Starfire as she was nicer when it came to buying him sugary snacks. The two shared a sweet tooth that was strongly disapproved by Robin's healthy diet and Cyborg's savoury taste. Online shopping had been favoured by Beast Boy as he could easily browse and scroll through preordered comics and video games.

When he did go out to the beach or the park with the rest of the Titans, for example their 4th of July party, he would normally be in German Shepherd form as Starfire and Cyborg enjoyed playing countless games of fetch with him.

Then came the day he decided to avoid the public all together. No one truly knew why he chose to leave the room whenever news came on or a gossip magazine appeared on the kitchen counter. Maybe it was when people started ranking them based on looks or attractiveness. Or when he was referred to as the 'kid' on the team rather than a member.

Robin didn't mind unlike Star and Cyborg who were concerned. 'As long as Beast Boy is focused and happy, I could care less about how he wants to deal with new reporters.' Robin had said in response to the jade terrier that had stomped rain water onto an especially pressuring reporter.

"Hey." A sweat fermented cheerleader said after passing by him down the hall. He attempted to sputter out a response. It would take quite some time to get used to being greeted every ten seconds by another person.

It's exactly 11:30 meaning that I should probably go for lunch. The scent of blanded pasta and tomato soup entered his sensitive nose. It was uncanny that the delicious scent even existed.

What happened to the infamous reputation of the school cafeteria.

Although his eight dollar meal looked divine, Garfield wasn't sure if it was worth the 15 minute wait. Like every Highschool, the lines took up almost a quarter of his time which could've costed him a decent seat.

His suspicions were proven as there were no seats available in the gigantic room. Filled with omnipotent laughter and an occasional disaster here and there, teens buzzed around the cafeteria.

It was so noisy that the overhanging lights could explode any minute due the shrill sound of students.

"Gar, over here!" A familiar group of students called out his name, clearly pushing various purses and trays to make room.

"Garfield, look alive!" His staring was interrupted as a hurling football came towards him. Hastily placing down his plastic tray, Garfield barely managed to catch the ball which had him and his heart pounding.

His distasteful frown was over washed by relief as a large burly teen appeared next to him, lifting up his lunch in one hand. "Thought you looked a tad ditzy in the middle of the crowd. Me, Richard and Kori already got you a seat. It's by the windows so you can make bird calls."

Victor, followed by Garfield, weaved their way through the mayhem. Practically running up the hollow steps, they arrived on the second floor where only a couple of cliques resided along with an avid reader sitting in the corner. "Wow, didn't even know this place had a second floor!"

"Only the best for my team." Richard suddenly beamed, wrapping an arm around Kori. The trio seemed to already have started eating because there were three half finished trays of food on the red table. "Lescon is known for it's top of the state art program and extra curricular activities. Not to mention good funding and developed student body."

"Yeah but a cafeteria with multiple floors is swanky." Garfield pointed out while slipping into his seat, "How did you convince them to let us go here?"

"It's like you forgot a very important detail Gar, " Victor intervened, "we are superheroes. Letting a couple of teens go to school illegally is like butter to the amount of lives we saved."

"And what does butter have to do with us saving the lives?" Kori said through her mouth full of pasta.

"Nothing, I'm just hungry. Now let's dig in."

The screech of the annoying bell rang into the cafeteria, signaling the students to the next class. They left the table in mint condition ironically; Garfield and Victor eating too fast for comfort, Kori neatly finishing her marinara pasta and Richard slowly taking bites out of his burrito.

"Well, I guess that's it. Text me if you need anything." Garfield waved to his friends. Although it saddened him that they were all in another grade, he can't help but appreciate his newfound independence.

"But why would we need to send messages to Garfield if phones aren't allowed in class?" He snickered as a confused Kori walked away with Richard and Victor trailing behind her.

Just because Kori had the accent down doesn't mean she wasn't oblivious. School was a new subject to her as Tamaranians didn't attend proper education when growing up. Garfield's harmless teasing was seems as a way to nitpick revenge in his eyes, after Richard forced him to run an extra 50 laps for sleeping in during training weeks before.

"Oh how the tables have turned." He could sense the waves of irritation from Richard and he didn't need any empathetic powers to do so.

He always thought it was biased - the way Robin would easily excuse Starfire everytime she had to run to the mall yet Beast Boy would get chewed out for skipping weights. Heck, all the Titan girls had slumber parties back at the tower every second Friday of the month due to Starfire's 'loneliness'.

Kori was like a chocolate chip cookie while Richard was an absurd toddler. No matter how soon dinner was, he just couldn't resist.

Sometimes he would envy their relationship. They were the power couple of the Titan family, the leader and his lady. The pair were the star of the show for every gala or event they would attend. It had been that way for years.

Garfield wandered aimlessly into the halls of Lescon's southern wing. He longed so hard for a chance at love. It just wasn't fair. Ever since Cyborg started getting cozy with Bumblebee, Beast Boy played video games single player.

"Why am I the odd one out?" He grumbled, quiet enough to be unheard from the swarm of students. "It's not like I'm unavailable. Robin has Starfire. Cyborg has Bumblebee. Kid Flash has Jinx. Speedy's got something with Chesire and Jericho has Kole. Aqualad's with a different girl every month but at least he has someone. And who do I have?" Garfield asked himself, frustrated, "No one! Not a chance, not a single person. I've been patient long enough. I'm tired of waiting, counting sand into my hourglass of life. I'm just waiting for something to hit me!"

He felt his feet slip from underneath him as he landed onto the cold hard floor. The impact from another lead to his fall which cause a swell to rise on his head. Shaking off the feeling, Garfield propped up his clenched shoulders only to find someone on top of him.

Sapphires clashed with Emeralds as his shock caused him to collapse back onto the floor which took her with him. They were entangled in a never ending staring contest, both seemed to be making a connection in their minds.

The proximity didn't last long as soon as the girl stumbled off of him and left in a blizzard of curses. A breeze blew past her skirt and swirled into his nose, making him inhale the touchless scent.

Lavender

Ironically, I despise the scent of lavender.

-Catisa~Orsilla