Take Me Away
By Rosie Real
Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans
Warnings: Language, drug references, yada yada yada.
Dedication: To everyone who has suffered or is suffering because of the stress of the dreaded finals. I wish those who have not finished the best of luck!
And I've added a new, big character: Fang
Name: Fredrick "Fang" Myers
(Kitty's twin brother… no, I'm not going to have any incest! They are strictly brother and sister)
Looks/Personality: Blonde hair, gray eyes, attractive, popular, and smart. I'll leave the rest for you to find out! ;-)
Chapter One: The One to Cure Him
"Ahem," Mr. Watson cleared his throat loudly. His effort was futile, however, as his attempt to quiet his self absorbed first period class was instantly ignored, as they chatted and laughed amongst themselves.
Instead of turning a bright, bold red, as his usual reaction was, Mr. Watson merely smiled piteously. It was their own funeral… for fourth week of school had passed, and the time for the seniors had come. Only one thought had crossed his mind the entire Monday morning,
Damn, I love my job.
"Today I will be assigning Lab Partners," he announced smugly.
An abrupt silence erupted, as a chill seemed to move into the classroom. Someone dropped their pencil in shock, and the sudden loud sound echoed across the room. He held in amused laughter as a look of terror and dread dawned on each expression of the students. He made a mental note to laugh about it later.
Now, there were a number of crucial things to remember for high school lab partners:
1. You were stuck with them until the end of the year
2. If you were to be assigned with someone extremely unpopular- kiss your reputation from freshman days up to now, goodbye.
3. It was a boy/girl pattern, because of a marriage assignment that happened every year, to test home parenting skills for a mandatory Home Ec assignment. Meaning: if there's an off number of girls or boys, yes- there will gay partners.
The balding middle aged man merely chuckled in badly hidden amusement; at the paling faces of the guys as one-by-one they realized that there was going to be a boy same-sex marriage.
Dick Grayson pressed his hands together in a silent prayer, mouthing, "Please God no," over and over again, hoping that Mr. Watson would pity him and give him a girl…
"Dick Grayson," Mr. Watson announced.
ANY girl…
"You will be partnered with…"
…Was he seriously pausing? And was it just him, or was it, like, 100 degrees in here? Dick's heart pounded and he clenched his hands together.
ANY GIRL! ANY GIRL! ANY GIRL! ANY GIRL!
"Kitty Myers,"
His clenched eyes opened slowly.
…Except her.
Shhhhiiiitttt…
Kitty blinked dumbly, and then let out an abrupt shriek of delight, sending a flirtatious smile Dick's way. Beside him, Zachary Rex snickered, and Roy Harper patted Dick's back in comfort. Dick buried his face in his hands, and flinched as Zach began to hum the funeral theme song, "Dum dum dadum, dadada dum dum dadum…" earning him a killer glare from her twin brother, Fredrick- otherwise known as strictly Fang by everyone.
It wasn't that she was a dork… Kitty Myer's was the most popular girl at school. In fact, Dick's popularity level had just been boosted up from cool, athletic heartthrob to possibly most popular guy in school.
It wasn't that she was ugly… She could easily be considered the hottest, with her gorgeous platinum blonde hair, pretty hazel eyes, her designer clothes, and seducing smile.
It was just that she had the unhealthiest obsession with Dick. Her face, while pretty, was a dead giveaway for her extremely bitchy and moody attitude. Her attention span was that of a wet mop when it came to math, science, history, English, and general common sense. Her clothes, while stylish and gained envy from every living girl in the building, covered less skin than thought possible. She made Tarzan's loincloth seem chaste.
The peppiest of the preps, the slutiest of the sluts, and the richest, and the blondest. And yes, she knew it too.
In this brief moment of peril and doom, Mr. Watson glanced about the class, and loud announced the next victim: "Zachary Rex…"
Zach slowly glanced up lazily, half hoping his face didn't look pleading, and half hoping he'd get a smart girl.
"And Kori Anders,"
"Andrews" she corrected instantly, but sweetly. Looking over in Zach's direction, she gave a perfect, cute, look-up-through the bangs smile.
Zach cheered inwardly, Jack pot!
He shot a more than friendly grin her way. A red tinge covered her cheeks, and he briefly wondered what she'd look like in just a bra and underwear. Hmm… lace? Satin? Cotton? Boy-shorts? G-string? What kind of girl are you, Ms. Andrews?
He turned back to the front, singing loudly in his head, "I got the smart girl!" well aware of Fang's returning glare at the back of his head.
Zach smirked, turning to give him the loser sign, satisfied with the middle finger response. Fang had always had a thing for red heads.
"Michael Flame,"
The blue eyed boy raised an eyebrow, composed as ever. Worried? Him? Don't make me laugh, he thought. After all… what teacher at this high school wouldn't be persuaded by a simple fee of fifty dollars? Soon enough, he'd be partnered with a pretty, smart, nice girl. He had been surprised, however, when Mr. Watson had taken off the two prettiest girls first, Kori Andrews and, though he hated to say it, Kitty Myers. He had actually been expecting Kori, since he had asked to not be with Kitty…
Hmm… Who was left? There was the girl two chairs in front of him, Terra Markov who had an interesting face and figure, but the very flattering corn silk colored blonde hair. There was Bethany Honey, the spunky girl diagonal to Zach, who had a figure to die for, full lips, and a sexy, somewhat bitchy attitude. Although he harbored a hope he wouldn't get either of those two… Terra, while pretty and smart, already belonged to Logan, the school comic relief and mascot. Not only that, but he liked Logan, he was a nice kid.
And then Bethany? She had been going steady with Football star Victor Stone for about two years now, and not even Zach and he combined could save himself from that muscular monster when Bethany was being hit on.
Michael looked around… Jenny? Maybe… and it wouldn't be so bad, although he hadn't really thought that Mr. Watson had liked her too much. It didn't seem likely.
Then who else was left?
"With Rachel Roth,"
Michael's eyebrows rose. He had told Watson that he'd preferred a pretty girl… but Rachel? Rachel the practically mute girl? He hadn't been expecting that at all.
More than one person turned to see who she was, since the quiet girl was seldom mentioned. Michael smiled at her, which she returned hesitantly, wishing Mr. Watson would continue and that the students would quit staring at her. … Was it just her, or was it taking forever for him to move onto the next person? Her cheeks began to redden in embarrassment.
Meanwhile, Michael stole a look at her. Shoulder length black hair, nice complexion for such pale skin… pretty dark blue eyes. Clad in blue jeans and a dark blue zipped up sweater, over a white t-shirt with a black logo on the front. The sweater was formfitting and the red tinge in her cheeks made her look… pretty.
She was pretty. She was very pretty, but why hadn't he seen that? She was rather quiet, but undeniably smart. You could just tell by looking at her that she was clever, in that witty, sarcastic way. She was a master at being unnoticed.
Michael turned his studying gaze to Watson, who was gazing in Rachel's direction, a strange look in his eyes, barely visible. Lust.
Michael he hid his surprise well with a cough that brought Watson out of his trance.
The blue eyed boy raised his eyebrows, slightly amused. Well… he certainly hadn't been expecting that… A teacher smitten with a student? He shook his head in amusement, glancing over to see if Zachary had caught that too. No, Zach was too busy making a paper football out of today's notes. Michael rolled his eyes, Smart one.
And so it continued, the student council president, Bethany Honey with Victor Stone… The mascot Logan G. Beast, otherwise known as "Beastboy", with the school newspaper columnist, Terra Markov… And to Michael and Zachary's greatest amusement, Jenny, clad in all black and pink hair, paired with the peppy, track star Wally West.
"It's your lucky day!" Wally exclaimed at her, and she grimaced visibly, scrunching down in her seat, winning a violent death glare battle between her and Mr. Watson. If she had ever truly hated anyone, it was definitely this psycho.
It continued until the class looked around, to see who would get to be the gay couple.
From his seat, Roy Harper whimpered in humiliation. On the other side of the room, quiet Alex Waters groaned loudly.
The boys of the class erupted with relieved laughter, and some of the kinder ones sent sympathetic looks in the unfortunate boys' direction.
Up in front, Mr. Watson smiled in satisfaction, looking as arrogant and important as if he thought himself to be God. At her seat, Rachel amused herself by doodling him as a cartoon, setting him in the clouds, with a pencil-gray scribble of a 'Holy Aura' surrounding him. At his feet were Alex and Roy, begging for forgiveness. She titled it: 'The Forever Damned Lab Partners.'
She suppressed a laugh at the outcome, and quickly placed it in her notebook, saving it to show Kori, Terra, and Bethany.
"Unfortunately," Mr. Watson began smugly, "We have more boys then girls… Alex Waters and Roy Harper, you're going to be our same sex-,"
He paused to cover up a bark of laughter with a cough, but who was he kidding? He fooled no one.
"Lab Partners. This is not laughing matter,"
"What a hypocrite," Rachel said quietly to herself, rolling her eyes. She flushed in embarrassment when Michael nodded in agreement, smiling at her. Was he being flirtatious or just friendly? …Who could really tell? To her, it was all just guesswork.
"And I hope you all have enough maturity to take this seriously and contain yourselves," Mr. Watson finished pompously, his hands folded over his massive belly.
"Translation," Malchior murmured loud enough for Rachel to hear, soft enough to not catch the teacher's attention, "Sucks for you,"
Alex and Roy glanced at each other, both horrified, and then looked away quickly, wanting nothing more than to avoid each other forever.
Ha… as if.
Mr. Watson cleared his throat, "Kindly find your lab partner, and get out a pencil and a ruler. The lab's are on the front table and only four to a workstation,"
With a final groan of despair, Alex and Roy grudgingly sat down together. After a moment of silence, Roy finally mumbled, "Well, this sucks,"
Alex nodded.
"Hey Mr. and Mr. Harper," Wally teased good-naturedly, settling himself across the work station. Next to him, Jenny rolled her cat-like pink eyes. "My god, you're so clever, it's inspiring…"
"Why did you use his last name?" Alex demanded instantly, offended.
Wally shrugged, raising his eye brows. "You'd rather be the man in the relationship?"
"There is no relationship!" Alex and Roy sputtered at the same time, scooting away from each other reflexively.
"Teacher…" Jenny warned, as Mr. Watson approached their work station. Without another word, both groups diligently went back to their labs.
Mr. Watson sat at his desk, hands folded, the class long since over. He smiled… he loved his job. Every year, he got older, but the girl's stayed the same age. And with each passing year, gained more and more appeal.
Hmmm…
…Miss Rachel Craven…
He closed his small, squinting brown eyes, enjoying a nice daydream of the pale skinned beauty. She really was gorgeous…
Plus, he had always had a thing for the quiet type. The quiet, dark, and sexy… under all those dark clothes, he shivered in pleasure.
Mine.
Kori stretched lazily on her twin bed, gathering her white comforter around her. "Rachel, I cannot focus, my bed is sending off too strong nap rays…"
Across her room, Rachel smiled, resting on her friend's window seat. "Is it now? Fight it,"
"I'm afraid I'm too lazy,"
"Tut tut, whatever shall I do with you Kori?"
"Hmm… how about you do my math, and I'll get up?"
"Only if you do my history,"
"Are you serious?" There was a flash of movement, her red hair following behind her as she leaped out of bed and to her floor, digging ferociously into her backpack. "Deal," she grinned, thrusting her math into Rachel's willing arms, receiving Rachel's history binder in trade.
Both worked diligently for twenty minutes and thirty-eight seconds before both set their pencils down and declared, "Done!"
They switched again, Rachel doing their English, Kori doing their health. An hour rolled by, and finally the suffering was over with.
Kori twirled triumphantly to her small balcony, earning a hidden envious stare from Rachel at her grace. However, the envy didn't stay long as Kori- somehow sensing a negative emotion in Rachel, pulled her friend out onto the balcony with her, and they twirled girlishly, giggling at the spinning sky above them, and at their childish behavior. Finally, they collapsed onto the cold, stone floor, laughing and clutching their stomachs, waiting for the nausea of spinning to pass.
That's one of the best things about Kori, Rachel decided. She doesn't let you be unhappy around her; she makes you feel as pretty as she is. Instead of returning to her inward jealousy at Kori's prettiness, Rachel smiled and relished in the hope that she, herself was just as pretty as Kori.
After a brief moment of silence, the two friends nestled into the elegant balcony chairs to watch the sunset. Rachel hugged her knees to her, counting the colors in her head, 1 peach, 2 lavender, 3 plum, 4 gold, 5 blush pink, 6 navy, 7 yellow orange, 8 Robin's egg blue, 9 magenta - until her red headed best friend suddenly blurted out, "I think you and Michael should go out,"
After a short pause of taken this in, Rachel snorted, shaking her head. "Please, he's out of my league," Kori kicked her foot lightly. "He is not, if anything, you're out of his league,"
"Flattering today, aren't we?"
"It's true. You're just cynical,"
"Try sensible…?"
"Try impossible!" Kori shot back, in an unusually sassy mood. Her green eyes flicked from restlessness to annoyance back and forth, and Rachel hid an affectionate smile. "Kori, why do you want me to date so badly?"
"Not date, just…"
"Just…?"
"Ugh…We have got to get boyfriends, I swear…"
Rachel laughed loudly, her pretty laugh lighting Kori's mood as she pretended to pout, "But I thought you were perfectly happy taking our sexual frustrations out on each other!"
Kori giggled unwillingly, rolling her eyes. "Rachel, I told you, we can't pull that off unless we're catholic school girls," she teased.
Rachel tossed her black hair in a pretend huff, "It's Zachary isn't it? You like him more than me!" she accused.
Kori's reaction was very amusing, going from distaste to hesitation within a span of two seconds. "Ha-ha, no thank you,"
Rachel shrugged, "How come? I think he's very hot,"
"He's gorgeous,"
"…Did you just say gorgeous?"
"What if I did?"
"You like him!"
"I do not! I just admire his pleasing physical appearance"
"Oh my gawd, you do!" Rachel gasped dramatically, clutching her hand over her heart, "And here I thought we were made for each other!"
Kori's annoyance melted away and she burst out laughing, covering her mouth with her hand to silence her loud laughter. Finally she calmed down and stared into Rachel's sparkling indigo eyes. "You're very funny," she said finally, and Rachel chuckled.
"Well, you're very easy to make laugh,"
Kori smiled thoughtfully, "I like to laugh," Another silence eased in, and both sat comfortably, until Kori murmured, "Besides, he's not exactly my type,"
Rachel's expression didn't change. "Why?"
Kori shrugged vaguely, "He's just… bad, really. He skips school, he swears, he probably drinks and does drugs, and I wouldn't feel comfortable around him. He's too… different,"
"Opposites attract,"
"But similarities last,"
"… Not necessarily," Rachel said slowly, turning to face Kori.
"Oh come on, you're just defending your precious fanfiction pairing philosophy,"
"Ouch, Kori, that one stung," Rachel shot back sarcastically, smiling in amusement. The red head smiled apologetically, shaking her head from the thought.
"Definitely not my type, maybe,"
"…Maybe?"
"…You're missing a beautiful sunset, Rachel," Kori said quietly, and Rachel turned back, defeated, but thoughtful.
"If anyone could fix him, you could Kor," she said after a pause.
Kori smiled at the compliment, "Ditto, if you're thinking about Michael,"
Not expected that answer, Rachel's eyebrows rose, but she decided not to say anything. She was too worried her sudden blush would be given away.
Both sat until the sun was set, and both twirled their way back into Kori's room.
'Swish!'
"Okay, Michael Jordan, you've proved your point,"
'Swish!'
"I'm not stopping until you say it!" Zach shot back, retrieving the basketball. He stared at the basket, focused. He aimed, and the shot-
'Swish!'
"Swish!" He cheered, "That's twenty-three… still want to take the bet, Fires?"
Michael rolled his eyes, standing a few feet away next to graffiti decorated bleachers. Although… he had already lost fifty dollars today for the teacher, and he needed some new shoes…
Zach aimed once again, only two shots away from stealing thirty dollars from his best friend's wallet.
Michael sighed, and then said quietly, "So you've got a thing for Miss Kori Andrews, don't you?"
'Bang!' The basketball hit the rim of the basket and bounced off hard. Zach stared in disbelief, and then turned his angry gaze towards Michael. "You asshole,"
Michael grinned good naturedly, "Like I said, there's no way you can make twenty-five baskets in a row,"
"You cheat,"
"Yes, but I win,"
Zach laughed at that, and rubbed the back of his neck. "So what's this about Kori? Like her? Hmm, no I believe you're badly mistaken,"
"Am I?"
"You are, very. She's a hot girl, but a little too… innocent for my taste," Zach finished with a shrug, twirling the basketball on the tip of his finger masterfully. "What brought this up?"
Michael returned the shrug, folding his arms as he leaned against the bleachers, "I guess you're just a flirt then,"
Zach chuckled, "You know it, and what about the mute one?"
"What about her?"
"You looooovvveee her,"
"Oh yes, nothing would make me happier than to have a love child with her,"
"You looooooovvveee her,"
"And to spend our lives in blissful happiness, being with her every single second of my happy, happy married life with her, not bothered by her lack of emotion or speech,"
"You loooovvvee her,"
"And we'll have children, and they'll have children, and they'll have children, but then they won't have children because they'll all die in a freak blimp accident… what a shame,"
"You looovvveee her,"
"And then we'll retire to Florida and go to Disney Land, the end,"
Zach laughed at that, and the basketball dropped from his finger tips and bounced away. "Ahh, Michael, ignore your feelings, but I know you, and you love her icy, silent self,"
Michael laughed briefly, "Just as you love Kori's bubbly, happy-go-lucky, innocent self,"
Both settled onto the bleachers, continuing their friendly snubs towards each other, watching the same sunset two girls across town were watching.
I live! Sorry about the long wait, I was being beaten to death by school. Luckily, though, I survived, and I promise to update more often!
Tis summer vacation, and I am very happy and feeling very inspired to write!
Thank you for your reviews! Nothing gets me more inspired than to write than reviews… (Cough, cough, hint, cough, cough)
:-)
Review, please!
-Miss Rosie Real-