I opened my door to see Robins back just as he started to walk away. I took a step forward and grasped his shoulder. He turned to look at me, with mild shock, but I knew he was just doing it for affect. "A distraction" I said. "That's it. You guys can help me by creating a distraction" If I got my way, they wouldn't get involved with this at all. I didn't want to risk them getting hurt. Robin gave me an appreciative nod.

I walked past Robin and made my way to the roof on the tower. I didn't realise just how late it had gotten, at least not until I got to the roof of the building and saw the sun setting. Just a few days ago, I was watching the same thing from the school, south of where I was stood. Weird. I felt the wind blowing through my hair, the breeze sending a small shiver down my spine. It was a lot more peaceful up here than anywhere else. I closed my eyes, feeling the remaining warmth in the air. I took off my jacket and laid it down on the ground to sit on.

"Woah, I didn't realise you had a tattoo?" I swung my head around to see Garfield stood behind me, staring at the Japanese wording on my shoulder blade. "What's it mean?"

"It's my name" I looked back towards the sunset as Beastboy placed him self down next to me. I looked at Gar who's attention was still on my shoulder. I hugged my knees to my chest, "Look Gar" I started, "I'm sorry about storming off before. I'm used to working alone is all. I know I can handle Slade on my own, but I guess better safe than sorry to ask for help" My eyes fell low, keeping them off Gar. I didn't feel like I earned the right, as it were.

"Angel, its okay. Raven was very similar when we were younger. To this day she sometimes still secludes herself from everyone. The difference is you laugh at my jokes" he gave me a playful wink and I blushed slightly. I didn't really care if Gar saw it, because I assumed he'd be too busy starring at the sky anyway. I thought about how much I had changed over the past week. I was growing more comfortable around people, letting them get close to me, and I was liking it, the feeling of not being alone anymore.

I hadn't noticed myself staring at Gar, or at least, not until he looked at me and blushed, "What?" he asked me. I shook out of my trance, "What?"

"You were staring at me?"

"I was not?"

"You fucking were Angle. You can't escape this, I saw you" He began to smirk, "Do-do you like me?" his grin growing larger and larger. "What? No! Forget it. I need a drink" I'd avoiding letting myself think like that since my dream. I'd avoided thinking of Garfield to be honest. I didn't want to admit if at the time, but I was scared of what the result would be if I did think like that. I got up and brushed myself off, "If you don't mind, I'm probably going to find a club to go to a drink. A lot"

Gar stared up at me, looking guilty, as if I had just scolded him, "Did I do something to upset you?" Gar asked me, with complete sincerity in his eyes. "No Gar, just a lot is happening and I'm feeling a lot of different things that I am really not used to. So, a drink is needed, or maybe several to help me think shit through"

Gar got up after me, standing mere centimetres from me. My heart began to flutter ever so slightly, "What kind of feelings?" he asked me, eyes boring into my soul. "Gar shut up" I wasn't being serious, but at the same time I guess I was. I didn't want to get into this cheesy shit just yet, I wasn't nearly drunk enough. "I don't have enough alcohol in my system to talk, or register what I'm feeling"

"Okay, well what if I came with you? Drinking alone is just kind of sad"

"Thanks, but I'm good. Probably have a few, do a bit of dancing and most likely find someone to bury myself in" I gave Gar a playful wink, and I saw his face light up into a smile, "Man, I can't tell if that's mean gross or what?" We both laughed before it fell back to silence. I gave him one final smile before heading back to my room.

Once I had changed and convinced Cerberus not to come with me, I left the tower and went into town. I was wearing a black tight dress with slits up the side, showing the many scars I had acquired over the past couple years, I wore my black knee-high new rocks with it. Whilst walking through town, I received a fair number of whistles and comments from passing cars and bystanders. I usually would send them some sort of rude comment, or flashed them my middle finger, but I was too deep in thought to give damn. Farting would be as close to giving a shit that I could give.

I got to the club and sat down at the bar. I ordered myself 5 shots of tequila, and they were gone within seconds. I ordered myself a whiskey next, just to have something to last a little longer than shots. I turned my back to the bar, drink in my hand. I rested my elbows against the bar and laid back. Watching the crowd dance to the music blasting above, the DJ up in his corner doing his thing.

The alcohol began rushing through my system, and I felt slightly light headed. It was better than the clouded feeling I had been getting recently. As I stared, I noticed someone out of the corner of my eye staring at me, I looked in the opposite direction just to check it was me he was staring at, before looking straight at him. He was handsome, in a way. I knew he was attractive, but it didn't really 'get me going'. Fuck it. I haven't got anything else to lose. I walked up to him, "There a reason your staring?" Well that was ruder than I imagined.

"Sorry, I just thought you were beautiful" I didn't blush because I'd always had people calling my attractive, I was used to it. "You here alone?" he asked me, "yeah, how about you?" I responded. "Yeah" He gave me a smile, but I knew not to trust it. Didn't mean I couldn't have some fun though. I threw my drink to the back of my throat and swallowed, grabbed his hand and pulled him to the dance floor just as Theory of a Deadman's – Bad Girlfriend began to play.

We danced all throughout the song, without so much as a word to one another. Some people would say it was sexual, but I didn't care, I was having fun, and I knew he was. He rubbed himself along my hips, and my ass, gently holding onto my hips. I ran my hands through my hair, before using them to pull his head down to my neck and running them through his hair. At the end of the song we sat down and had a couple more drinks. Considering how much I actually drank, I was feeling drunker than I should've, a lot drunker. Something was seriously wrong. Not long after having my last drink I pulled out my phone and started typing. This guy held my phone before prying it out of my hands, kissing me. Before he did, I managed to press send to whomever it was I was messaging. I wasn't exactly sure who as I couldn't see straight.

He put my phone in his pocket and carried on kissing me. I wasn't really sure what was going on so I kind of just followed his lead. He pulled me up from my seat and took me outside to a nearby alley. He carried on kissing me once I had begun to lean against the wall, feeling its cold through my dress. He moved from kissing my lips, to my neck, his hands hovering around my hips. Then it hit me, I knew exactly where this was going.

I tried to push him away, but that just made him more forceful. "Angel, c'mon" he said, as he carried on. Trying to pull my dress up to my hips with a serious amount of resistance from me as I held his wrist, trying to push them away from me. At one point I managed to push him away from me entirely, but this just infuriated him, "You owe me" He said, "You can't just dance with me like that, and not expect it to lead anywhere" I felt guilty, but I didn't want this. "I don't owe you shit. Dancing with you means fuck all you disgusting twat!" I should not have said that.

He got violent. He harshly pushed me back against the wall, forcing his lips against mine. I couldn't even push him away anymore as he was using one of his hands to pin both of my wrists against the wall above my head. His free hand had successfully pulled my dress up to my hips and was now tracing its way across my underwear line. I began to shake, and not in a good way. All I wanted to do was get out of here, and blast his face off with fire. He pulled away from kissing me and smirked, "If you weren't wearing such a short dress, then maybe I wouldn't have taken an interest in you"

"Yeah, but someone's got to take one for the team if it means finding the right persons ass to kick" Both me and my 'attacker' looked towards the opening of the alley, there stood in his street clothing was Gar. "Garfield go away. I can handle this myself" I said, secretly wishing I hadn't, and had instead asked for his help. "Sure looks like you've got this handled" he smirked slightly, and here's when I blushed, he could always make me blush.

"Listen buddy, she said to go away" My attacker said, as if we had forgotten he was there. Gar shook his head slightly before walking up to the man, pinning me to the wall, and punched him. I fell to the floor as he lost his grip on my wrists. Gar helped me to my feet and allowed me a moment to pull my dress down. "Here, put this on" he said, handing me his hoodie. I gratefully took it and put it on, it was so warm, and smelled like him. I had to admit, it was nice. I looked on the floor and saw my phone and a little plastic pouch with some white tablets inside. I bent down and picked them up for closer examination.

"You filthy son of a bitch!" Gar said. I could feel the anger coming off him in waves. Strong waves. "You fucking drugged her?" Gar walked back up to the guy on the floor holding his nose as it bled. He punched him a couple more times until I shouted, "Gar! That's enough! He's had enough!" I hadn't realised It at the time, but Garfield's eyes had glazed over, and turned back to normal when he realised what he was doing. I stood up and towered over the man on the floor, "Next time, you might not be so lucky" he said before putting his arm around me and leading me out of the alley. When we were a couple of blocks away, he turned to me and said, "Are you okay?" I could see the concern in his eyes. "I'm peachy, but I can't imagine I'm going to go drinking for a while" I hadn't noticed the slight slurring in my voice. "Angel, I'm serious. He could've seriously hurt you"

I looked directly into his eyes, they were so big with worry, so green, and so attractive. "Gar I'm okay. Thank you for your help" I saw the relief fall into his eyes. I had never seen someone get so worried about me before, it was nice, knowing someone cared. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a hug. I hadn't realised how muscular he was until this point. His embrace was comforting, and I didn't realise I had fallen asleep in his arms standing up, so he picked me up bridal style and carried me back to the tower.

I awoke to the sun beaming through the gaps in my curtains, back in my room in titans tower the next morning. I rolled onto my back before pulling myself up and leaning against the headboard. I let out a stretch before looking around and taking in my surroundings. How did I get back here? I sat in thought for a while trying to recall what had happened the night before. I remembered leaving with a guy, and then Gar showing up and beating the shit out of the guy, and that was it. I couldn't remember the rest. I looked down and noticed I was wearing a white shirt with a black paw print on the pocket. Who shirt is this? It certainly isn't mine, I don't think I own any white clothes.

I got up and looked in the mirror. Where the fuck were my shorts? The ones I wore to bed usually. It appears I was in my underwear from last night and someone else's shirt. I began to panic and looked under the shirt. Phew. My bra was still on. I looked around for some other hint to what had happened last night, but nothing was coming to mind. My door opened, and in walked Gar with a tray, "Oh you're awake?" he said looking at me. He looked down at my legs and began to blush as he realised, I was still in my underwear, and he decided to look away. "Gar, do me a favour and shed some light on what happened last night?

Suddenly his blush worsened, turning him as red as a tomato. Oh fuck, what had I done? "Well, let's see, I stopped that guy- " I stopped him, "I remember that, but after that is a blank"

"Ah, you sure you want to know?" He began to smirk, and then I started blushing, ferociously. "I'm not so sure now…" I trailed off. "Oh well now I have to tell you" He said, his smirk growing larger. "Well, after I took you out of the alley, you fell asleep and I had to carry you home"

"That doesn't sound so bad…?" I said before he raised his hand to stop me, "I'm not done. Well, you started talking in your sleep. You kept saying how you were grateful to have me as a friend, and then you kept saying that it made you sad because you liked me more than that" He said this holding back giggles, you could fucking tell! I began to cringe, "Oh for the fucking love of god stop!" I begged, "Wow, you must really want me to stop if your praying to god" He said, finally letting his laughter out, "Anyway. We got back to the tower and I brought you up here, lent you one of my shirts because I couldn't get my hoodie back otherwise, and you fell asleep before I could put any sort of pyjama bottoms on you. And now here I am, holding a plate of pancakes for you"

I looked down at the tray he was holding, and it did indeed have pancakes on it. I was still blushing from what had happened, why did I insist on drinking? And then it hit me, "Wait Gar" I began, "How did you know I needed help and where to find me?"

"Oh well that's the best part, you drunk texted me. You said you thought you might be in trouble, told me where to find you, and said you would give me something as a thank you. Although now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure drunk you was on about a blowjob. Looking at the emojis afterwards anyway"

"I WHAT?!" I wanted to climb into a hole and fucking die. Holy shit someone help me? I sat back in bed and buried my head into my hands. "Gar, I'm so sorry. I have no idea what got into me"

"For one, you were drunk and two, drugged. That sleaze bag put something in your drink" I peaked one eye at him as he put the tray down on my dresser and came and sat next to me. He rested his hand on my knee, "Honestly Angel, it's not too bad. It wasn't even your fault, plus I got to see what you mean when you said about feelings yesterday" he winked playfully, but he was right. I did say there were feelings I didn't understand, and I guess drunk me knew exactly what they were, she just had a shit way of telling me. I like Garfield Logan. How unusual.

"What you thinking about?" Gar burst through to my thought. "Oh, just something you said. Nothing to worry about" He shrugged. "Just for the record, I like you too" I was not expecting that, nor was I expecting him to throw me a quick kiss before getting up and leaving. "Eat your pancakes before they get cold, they'll help with the hangover" he said, before winking at me again and disappearing down the hall.

My heart fluttered rapidly as I thought back at what had just happened. I threw myself down so that I was now laying down. I started daydreaming and I felt like a schoolgirl. It was all so cliché, but I didn't really care I loved this feeling. I had never really experienced anything like this before.

A/N: Hi all, so here's chapter 4. This isn't the end, so if you're still with me there will be more. Please don't forget to favorite/follow this story and leave me a review on what you think so far! Thanks