Hi everybody! Miss me?
I know I haven't updated yet, until now. I've been lazy. About everything. This story, my summer reading essay, a bunch of other stuff. I hope you like this chapter! It hasn't gotten to the Teen Titans yet, but be patient. I'm working on it.
Well, I guess that's it for now!
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans, just this specific fan story.
Enjoy!
I forgot to tell you some important things. First, I'm fourteen and in my freshman year of high school. Second, I live in the city with my divorced mom and younger brother. Third, I am the only one in the family who doesn't look like anybody else. Not my mom. Not my dad, or my brother. Not any of my aunts or uncles or cousins. Not anyone. I even act different from my family. I'm the misfit; the outsider. The one who doesn't belong. Sometimes, when I was little - but still old enough to know I wasn't like anyone else - I would pretend like I was adopted, and I would have to go on this spectacular adventure to find my real parents like they do in those movies. There would be secret hideouts and car chases and people lurking in the shadows and everything. Then the story would get resolved and my family and I would live happily ever after.
I knew this wasn't true though. I knew those were just movies. They weren't real. Those lives weren't mine. It was fun to pretend to though. So even though I'm interested in totally different things than the rest of my family, I manage to have a good time with them anyways.
So, you've met my mom and my brother so far. Next, you'll meet my friends, my bus driver will have a line, and some others later on.
Now that all that's out of the way, back to the story.
As I turned the corner, I saw the city bus at the bus stop ahead of me, picking up student passengers.
"Wait!" I shouted as the bus pulled away from the stop. It continued to drive away.
Darn it! Missed it again! So I flipped a switch on each of my sneakers and the wheels came out from the soles. Then I began the chase after the bus.
As I chased the bus down the street, I pulled my homemade grappling hook from my backpack. I buckled the straps of my backpack together so it won't fall off of my shoulders. Then I swing my grappling hook at the back of the bus and it catches onto the handle of the back emergency door. Now I'm being dragged along by the bus.
Some of my classmates sitting in the back saw me through the back window and waved. I waved back. Then I grabbed the rope further down and began to pull myself closer to the bus until finally I could grab onto the emergency door handle and hoist myself up onto the bumper.
I put my grappling hook away as I gestured to the door handle, mouthing the words "Open the door!" to my friends. One got up from his seat and stood by at the handle as another made sure everyone's papers were all secure. Once she gave him the O.K, he lifted up the handle and pushed out on the door.
I quickly swung myself inside and pulled the door closed behind me in one swift motion, causing me to shove Connor - the friend who opened the door for me - and myself into the seat he had vacated temporarily. We sat up quickly as the bus driver looked to the back of the bus and scanned for any trouble making. Her eyes passed right over me and turned back to continue driving.
I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. That was close.
"So, late for the bus again, huh? What kept you this time?" Connor asked coolly.
I reached down and flipped the wheel switches off. "My brother dropped my notebook into the oatmeal. I had to fish it out and get mom to wipe it off for me. Trevor is still weak as ever. He thought his hands were burning when I released him from the struggle."
"He must sweat a lot in his hands."
"That's what I said! When I looked at his hands, they were red and sweaty and also unbelievably warm." I paused. "Do you think that maybe…?" I trailed off, hoping he knew what I meant.
We looked at each other and laughed.
"Pretty ridiculous idea, huh?" I said, still smiling.
"I don't know where he got it." he replied.
"Yeah. Me either." I said. I was still stuck on the whole strength issue from earlier. The more I think about it, the less it makes sense. So I stopped thinking about it.
I expected him to say something else, but he didn't. We sat there in silence. It felt a little awkward, so I held my arm with the opposite hand and looked down, then around. This has been happening a lot lately. I don't know why. Connor and I have been friends since preschool, so it doesn't make sense to me. Then I wonder, Is this what high school does to friendships? Make it feel awk-weird? I know I like him, but, that can't be what's causing this. I thought about it a minute, then I came up with something. Maybe he-
"Hey guys! How's it going? We still on for skating practice after school?" Alexis - the friend who secured everyone's papers - said as her head popped up from the seat in front of us. She became our friend in the sixth grade. She's really cool. She's not a popular-girly-diva-drama-queen, nor is she some creepy-gothic-emo-druggie in dark clothing. She's more of a quirky-cool-skater-girl. She can get annoying at times, but she mostly likes to keep it real. She doesn't sugar-coat anything unless she's telling a joke. That's what kind of cool she is.
I jumped at her voice. When I realized what she said, I replied, "Uh, yeah. We're still on." She and I fist-pounded.
She turned to Connor. "What about you, Con-man? You still in?"
No answer. I turned and saw Connor fiddling with his hands.
"Connor!" Alexis raised her voice.
"Yeah?" He said as if he had just now heard her voice.
"You still in for practice today?"
He looked hesitant at me first, then said, "Y-yeah. Yeah, I'm still in." He smiled at me.
"Good. We got a lot of skate practice to get in if we want to make it to the tournament next week." Alexis kept going on about the importance of our practicing, and what we still need to work on, and who will skate what position in the tounament, and blah, blah, blah. To tell you the truth, I wasn't listening. I was in my own thoughts about Connor. Why did he smile at me like that? I looked at him for an answer. He didn't seem to be listening to Alexis, either, seeing as how he is staring out the window at the clouds. I wonder what he's thinking about.
I continued to stare at him, studying his face. Then he turned and looked at me. I quickly looked away before he could notice. Even though I couldn't see him, I could just feel Connor staring at me. I don't know why. I looked back at him and he quickly looked away. He was looking out at the clouds again, but this time, he was smiling like before. I guess he's just having a good day.
Later, in the halls, I was getting some books out of my locker for my classes, when Alexis shut my locker on me as she leaned against the lockers, giving me a weird look.
"Hey Alexis." I said.
She continued to give me a strange look.
I turned to her. "What? Do I have something on my face?"
Alexis shook her head.
"Then why are you looking at me like that?" I said to her.
Then she simply said, "He likes you."
I instantly knew who she was talking about, but I decided to play dumb.
"Who?" I said stupidly.
"Duh! Who else?" Alexis said.
I looked down the hall a bit at Connor talking to his guy friends at his locker. Then I looked back at Alexis.
"You think so?" I asked.
"I know so. Did you see the way he looked at you on the bus this morning?"
"No."
"Of course you didn't. He always turns away before you can see anything."
Ding...Ding...Ding...
"Two minutes. I gotta go. See you after school."
"Yeah. See you later."
As I walked away, I thought, Could it be possible? Does Connor actually like me?
Hiyas! So what did you think? Cool, huh? I thought I would put in something other teenage girls can relate to, even if I can't.
A special thanks to Lucifer Daemon, ashlee, and Melissa for reviwing my first chap of this sequal! Thanks so much you guys! It means a lot!
ashlee: That's a good idea. I might use that, or, something to that effect. Also; I am not one to give up on a story, I just take long breaks sometimes. And trust me; a couple weeks is definately NOT the longest I've taken a break fom working on a story. Not even close. Just be patient. I'll get to it as soon as I can. By the way, this is the update!
Melissa: HERE'S THE UPDATE! By the way, I know what por favor means. I'm going into Spanish 2 this school year. :D
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