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Ok, thank you for all the reviews, I really appreciate it! I skipped a lot of characters POV's and that's because I wanted my main focus to be Dick and Kory but as I progress in the story you'll see how other characters think. In chapter one there is a list of all the main characters in this story. Ok on with the story...

Why is he so nice? ... (idk, gosh Kori)

Dick

We walked into the school and from every angle girls were staring, but I was used to it. All I wanted to do was get this day over with.

"Hey, Riche-poo, it's amazing to see you again!" screeched a high-pitched voice.

"I wish I could say the same thing to you, Katrina," Dick said without even turning around. Unlike Dick, Vic and Gar didn't catch on to the "just ignore her" plan. They basically turned around to have a full conversation with her.

"Girl, why don't you just leave him alone? Isn't clear as day that he doesn't love you!" Vic said now ready to walk into the building.

"You seem jealous," Katrina said continuing,"Even if you are gay, he was just playing around. he really loves me right, Riche-poo?" It was too late I was already in the building.

"Dude, wait for us." Gar said running with a pissed off Vic close behind him.

"Okay, I'm gonna head for my locker, see ya," I called back walking towards my class while pulling out my schedule.

Welcome Back to Gotham High, Richard John Grayson! This is your schedule for the year!

BELL 1: History, ; Rm. 31, Mr. Mod Second Semester: Science: Dr. Chang; Rm.25

BELL 2: Pysical Education P.E; Gymnasium

BELL 3: French, Madame Rouge; Rm. 42

BELL 4: Lunch; Cafeteria

BELL 5: Math; Rm. 49

It was so cheesy I put some stuff in my locker but not too much. I really wasn't the type of person to decorate. With my History books in one hand I headed for room 31.

When I got there it had all the seats lined up, row by row. In front of the board was a man with red hair and his yellow teeth were showing as he spoke.

"C'mon in, my duckies! Take a seat any seat!" I stared disgustedly at him as I took a seat, one of the empty ones in the back. I took out my notebook and my dull wooden pencil, preparing for the things this mad man was about to have us do.

Kori

As I was walking I got many stares and I kept trying to guess was my skirt pulled up in the back? Was I only wearing one earing? When I got to the steps an idiot called out,"Nice ass!" and I blushed a deep scarlet and walked inside the building and thought," I never should have worn that skirt today like my father had suggested" However, when I walked in the building, I got even more stares. Hating glares from the women and greedy stares from the men.

I did not have a schedule, so I was trying to find the office. I had no idea where to look or where it was. I tried asking questions.

"Um, excuse me," I said to a girl with blonde hair and wearing all pink. She glared at me and had a surprised expression on her face as if she was surprised someone like me was talking to her. I continued,"I am searching for the office, may you please help me complete my quest." She glared at me for a last time while saying," Listen whoever you are-"

"Kori," I finished but she quickly replied.

"Don't interrupt me. I run this school and unless you want me to get my boyfriend, the Dick Grayson, to come and kick your sorry ass then I suggest you get the hell away from me," She finished as she sashayed down the hallway with two girls following close behind her. What was her problem? I did not do anything wrong, I was just trying to ask for directions. I continued wandering around asking for help, but the school was enormous. The bell rang, loudly. How could my sister find the office and her class and I cannot?

The hallway was basically empty now and I was the only loser still looking. A boy with red hair came running down the hall, papers flying everywhere. I was about to move out-of-the-way but I held out both of my hands in front of me, telling him to stop. Maybe he could show me the way to the office.

"What,I'm kinda late for class," He said and I was surprised that he just did al that running and wasn't out of breath.

"I apologize, but I am new to this school and I need directions to the office," I say hoping that he wouldn't act like the other people when I asked them.

"The main office? Sure. You go straight untill you see the library and the make a left by the Teacher's Room."

"Thank you, very mu-"

"No problem," he said running again.

I followed his directions and I made it to the office. There was a chubby woman with curly brown hair.

"Hello, sweetie can I help you," she said in a southern accent.

"Yes, I need my schedule. Kori Anders," I say my name so she does not have to ask and I can hurry up and get to class.

"Ah, yes Anders," she says as if she remembers me from somewhere, but I can guarantee that I do not find this woman recognizable. Your sister came by not too long ago to get hers," she finishes sensing my confusion. "And man does she have the attitude. You can call me Ms. Debby, hon"

"She does indeed have an attitude. but I am used to it,"

Ms. Debby smiled at me and handed me my schedule. "I'll write a pass for ya," she said ripping a shet of paper from a notebook and scribbled stuff down on it. As she did so, I read my schedule.

Welcome to Gotham High, Korina Alexandra Anders! This is your schedule for the year!

BELL 1: History: Rm.31 Mr. Mod Second Semester: Chemistry

BELL 2: Physical Education; Gymnasium

BELL 3: Literature; Rm. 67: Mrs. Anne

BELL 4: Lunch; Cafeteria

BELL 5: Math; Rm. 49

I sighed, and Ms. Debby handed me my pass. "Thank you," and I'm on my way to Mr. Mod's class. Now that I have my schedule it was so much easier to find my class. I follow the room numbers. It went from twenty-eight to twenty-nine, thirty, and at last, thirty-one. All of a sudden I'm a nervous wreck. Well that's not true, I have been a nervous wreck since this morning. I ball up my fist and hold it up to the door.

I get this idea to just skip this class and just wait at the gymnasium, but I might get in trouble which is the last thing I would like to do. I finally get the courage to knock on the door and the teacher's voice stops. I hear footsteps approaching the door. The door opened, leaving me exposed to the class. Whispers were heard and many more stares.

"May I help you?" he asked in a very strong British accent. Did he not know I was in his class? I silently hand him the note. He looked at the note the he looked at me up and down and stepped out of the way as if encouraging me into the smiled, exposing his yellow, crooked teeth. I took the very last seat in the back corner next to a guy with sunglasses.

"Welcome to Gotham High, Miss Korina Anders,"

"You can just call me Kori," I said uncomfortably knowing that everybody's eyes were on me, especially sunglasses over here. However, he was handsome and highly attractive, but I do not have any time to focus on that right now.

"Very well, as your tour guide, Mr. Grayson will show you around all of your classes as well as around the school."

I guess "Grayson" was not happy knowing that he will be my tour guide because I saw him shift from foot to foot. Wait a second isn't Grayson the Dick Grayson that was going out with the girl in the pink I met in the hallway. She said that he was going to kick my ass!

I tried to take notes but all Mr. Mod did was babble on and on about how Britain was so much better than America. Mr. Mod also made an announcement on how we will have to watch a thirty minute long video on getting us started in this class. As I was doodling in my history notebook, as other people threw paper airplanes or crumbled up paper to toss in the garbage, a person in front of me turned around and handed me a note.

Hey,cutie I'm just loving that skirt you're wearing today, maybe later you can show me what's underneath. And if you're not feeling up to that you could always just remove everything. I'm having a party but we'll discuss the details later

-X

Whoever "X" is they are surely not nice and I will most certainly not come to his party. I crumble it up and stuff it in my book bag. Obviously, Dick saw that I reacted some type of way.

"Hey are you okay? Who was that note from?"

Oh my goodness, his voice was so dreamy and husky! If he wanted to kick my butt the why was he being nice?

Okay that's chapter 2! Thank you for the reviews in the other chapter! Remember to review!