CHP 2: Awkward Encounters

Hey Guys, here is the second chapter. I don't really have much to say except for the fact that writing this story is keeping me entertained lol. It's going to be interesting to see where it goes, so keep checking it out.

Disclaimer- I don't own the Teen Titans

That little piece of paper Dick shoved in my pocket stayed there for the rest of the evening, until my Dad was out of sight. Slipping out of my faded denim shorts, and black muscle Tee, I retreated to bed, piece of paper in hand. Unfolding it unveiled ten digits, I figured as much.

What would happen if I called him? If we dated? Fucked? I was curious and bored. I'd decide later. Tomorrow maybe, at group.


The same dismal stage was set, just like yesterday, my first day at My Breakthrough. John had us all in a circle like a bunch of kindergarteners, while he handed out stacks of paperwork. My seat of choice would have been the same from yesterday, but some gangly looking guy showed up. He wore a faded grunge style Tee and his hair was lime green, in the shape of a Mohawk. He also wore relatively large gages in his ears.

This guy obviously had some serious issues. His hands were fidgety and he wouldn't stop smiling. What the hell's so funny is all I could think every time I glanced in his direction. From the sour look on Dick's face I could tell he was thinking the same thing.

The new guy introduced himself and of course snaggletooth had a few jokes to share. "Gar, what kind of name is Gar?" he repeatedly teased.

"Piss off," was Gar's simple reply.

John hushed them both while dividing us all into partners. Lucky me, I was with the new guy. As we rearranged ourselves, I caught myself starring at Dick, who refused to acknowledge me... prick. It would be so easy to ignore him now, I thought, reaching for John's handout and passing the extras Gar's way.

What the hell was this? Some kind of joke? I skimmed the first few sentences of the handout.

"It says I'm suppose to 'introduce you to my life,' said Gar looking bemused.

I shared his puzzled expression, but I failed to voice my confusion. Surprisingly, Dick was the first to speak up.

"Um, what does this even mean?"

John smiled. "It means you'll spend the next few weeks getting to know your new partner. Essentially, their life is your life."

"How is this suppose to work? You want them to move in with us?" asked Gar.

"No," John laughed, "You' ll each give your partner a tour of your life. This includes a tour of your home, usual routine, friends, family, etc."

"And what exactly is this suppose to help us learn?" I asked.

"The idea is that your new friend will help you understand your own challenges and limitations better. Often times we miss things about ourselves that others don't. Hopefully, your new friendships will teach you something about yourselves."

Glancing around the room, I noticed everyone looked as if they were holding their breath. I threw my head back, staring up at the ceiling, counting the little dots.

"Guess we're gonna be best buddies... partner."

I came back down to reality, noticing Gar was talking to me. Guy had this shit eating grin on his face.


Suddenly all I could think of was how much I hated my foster dad and that thought continued all the way into lunch.

There wasn't a real cafeteria or anything at My breakthrough. Instead, we were stuck with vending machines filled with Ramen Noodles and frozen cheeseburgers.

It might have been my best bet to just wait for my Dad to show up, but I couldn't ignore the loud rumbling from my insides. It was drawing attention.

"You got a monster in there?" Gar chuckled, giving me a sly smirk as we stood in line for the vending machine. He snatched up a container of noodles, then stood beside me, waiting. I tried not to notice, snatching up a thing of noodles myself. Because he made such a point to wait for me, there was no use in avoiding him.

We walked side by side over to the coffee station, filling our Styrofoam noodle cups with hot water and letting our lunches rehydrate. Gar was silent, staring at his noodles, and fidgeting with his fingers. I was silent also, staring intently at Dick who sat over by the window, pretending not to stare at me.

It went on that way for about ten whole minutes before the awkward silence was filled with chewing.

I glanced up at the clock on the wall, only twenty more minutes of this place.

"So when are we gonna do it." Gar finally asked, still staring down at his half eaten noodle cup.

I frowned, slightly unnerved. "Do what?"

"Didn't you hear John, he said we gotta spend time together, get to know eachother's lives and stuff."

I stared back at him, blankly, watching as he took a huge bite of noodles. Looking up from his lunch, we finally made eye contact. That's when I noticed it. He had two different color eyes, one green and one blue.

"What are you doing today after group?" he asked.

I continued to stare blankly at him for two seconds until I realized he'd just asked me a question.

"Nothing." I replied immediately, tucking my hair behind my ear and starring down at my lunch. I took a large bite just to occupy my mouth, in hopes that would refrain from asking me anymore questions.

"Cool, I'll take you by my parents place tonight."

"No uh, I, uh..."

"It's fine, my parents aren't scary. You'll like them. Here, here's my info." He quickly scribbled some chicken scratch on a blank sheet of paper and slid it in my direction.

At that point, I dropped the conversation. I wanted so badly to object, but I just didn't have the energy. Gar, slurped the last bit of noodle juice, then excused himself from his seat, haphazardly tossing his trash in the garbage. I was left alone, staring, and dreading the evening that would come too quickly.

Usually my time was my own, I spent very little time socializing with others, but now I was being forced to give up my only sanctuary.

Slowly, I excused myself from the table, heading back to group. When I arrived, I noticed that everyone had already began packing up. I was last to get my things.

"How are you liking group Rachel? Looking forward to the assignment?"

"Not particularly," I deadpanned, packing my belongings away as quickly as possible. I despised the small talk that usually accompanied two unfamiliars in a room.

"Don't worry too much, it may seem awkward at first, but I'm sure it will be a really rewarding experience for you. We'll be discussing our experiences for the next few weeks in group.

Fantastic, I thought, hightailing it out of the room. I rushed out so abruptly that I accidentally slammed the door, but I hadn't really given it a second thought. Instead, I stared out the window hoping to see my Dad's Caddy waiting for me. Then I remembered, today was Wednesday Dad was always working late on Wednesdays, it was the only day I had to walk or take the bus.

Sighing, I slouched over, lugging my heavy bag full of books and papers out the front door. Just as I was walking down the steps, I noticed Dick sitting in his Camaro. We made immediate eye contact.

"You're not walking are you?"

"Yeah, I am, why?"

"Don't bother, I can take you home."

I was silent. I thought about refusing, but I really didn't want to walk four miles home or spend a half hour on the bus being hit on by snaggletooth's cousins.

"Fine," I agreed.