This new chapter mainly focuses on character development for the OCs and how the Titans react with them. I noticed in my older version that I wasn't giving enough credit to OCs like Sara, Jack, or Megan (Alan wasn't even in the older version). There's still some development for Myra, Clive, and Gloria, and while it's small development, it's important.
And… some anonymous reviewer reviewed me at chapter 5 the day I updated chapter 9, and the only thing he said was, "update." Some people just don't get that I DON'T APPRECIATE THAT! Especially since this person reviewed at chapter 5, which is the middle of the story as of now… grr… I understand that you like my story and you want to see more, but just telling me to update without telling me that my story was good or anything bugs me, and it bugs experienced authors around here too. So I'm sorry if you aren't that person, but just to for-warn you, or so you can relate, or whatever. Just read the story.
Disclaimer: Does anyone ever use these anymore? Oh well. I don't own Teen Titans. Big deal.
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Chapter 10: Yet Another Boring Dayat SchoolIt was a wonderful Tuesday morning. The sky was gray, rain pattered on the rooftop of the school, and thunder blasted through the ears of many.
Terra, Beast Boy, Alan, and Megan sat in their Algebra class, listening to boring old Mr. Stub lecture about linear equations. Notes were being passed around them constantly, because the Charlie Chasers did not know how to not communicate with each other. Mr. Stub did not seem to mind too much about the notes because they were not making too much noise. He just kept lecturing.
Just then, a random guy fired a spitball gun, and flew a spitball in Beast Boy's hair. He felt it on his head, slowly peeled it off, looked at it, turned away slowly, and began to turn green. It was the size of a tennis ball. "Eww…" he moaned.
Mr. Stub turned around and frowned at him. "Mr. Logan, what is that in your hand?"
Beast Boy stuck his tongue out. "It's a soaking wet spitball. Someone spit it at me from behind me." He placed it on his desk and groaned.
The teacher put his hands on his hips. "Well then. We'll just have to find out who made that disgusting spit wad and give them detention, wouldn't we?"
Terra and Megan turned their heads towards the spitball and looked sickly at it. Terra especially looked like she was going to puke, but Megan held a similar feature. Alan ignored it all.
One of the Charlie Chasers glanced at it, eyes wide. "Eeeewww! That is so gross!"
"We are quite aware that it is gross, Miss Kallie, so stop making so much noise!" the math teacher demanded. "Now, who threw it? The sooner someone admits it, the sooner we can get to the homework assignment."
"Who needs homework?" asked an obnoxious guy sitting in the back. "This is way more fun than some stupid math!"
"Well then," Mr. Stub began, "We'll just assume you threw the spitball and continue with the lesson. That is, unless someone else wants to take the blame…"
The room was silent for the most part. The only other noise being heard was a side conversation heard between a couple of girls.
Mr. Stub shook his head and smiled. "You guys are such great friends. And you girls can join Mr. Tullom in detention." The girls moaned. "Now, the homework for tonight is page 67 numbers 1 through 15, but skip number 12. Please follow the directions, or I'll mark down points. Now, get started." The kids got their books out and at least looked like they were working. There were some side conversations, but nothing too loud.
Terra leaned towards Megan. "Hey, how's it going?"
"Oh, nothing's really going on in my life, other than boring old school."
"Really? Well, maybe I should ask, how is 'boring old school?' And don't say 'boring,' because I'm trying to start a conversation here."
"Well…" Megan started, "So far, I'm getting an A in Biology…"
"You're taking Biology? Isn't that for sophomores?" questioned Terra.
Alan rolled his eyes. "Meg's too smart in science to take Physical Science with the rest of us. She had asked special permission to take Biology early so she didn't have to relearn everything in the freshman class."
"I want to become a nurse," Megan added as she hung her head slightly and blushed a little. "It's been my dream since fourth grade when Alan broke his leg. I wanted to be able to take care of people when they are in need."
"That's really cool, Megan," Terra replied to her friend.
"So, Tara, what do you want to be when you're out of here?" Megan asked her.
Terra thought about it for a minute. Should she tell her the incredibly long story, or should she make up her own? She made her choice. "Well, I'm actually only going to be in this school for a year…"
"Why? Are you moving or something after the school year?" she asked, slightly concerned.
"Well, not really…" She sighed. "You see, remember the conversation we had at lunch yesterday?"
Megan cocked an eyebrow. "Oh yeah..."
"Yeah, Meg," Alan smirked. "How could a know-it-all like you forget about lunch yesterday?"
"Oh, shut-up Alan! I'd be willin' to bet that you forgot too!"
"Yeah, well…" he started, fumbling his words, "how do you know?"
"Cuz I know you, that's how I know!"
Beast Boy laughed. "Ouch! Burn!"
"Gar…" Terra frowned again and rolled her eyes. "Be nice."
"I am being nice!"
"Not really…"
Megan decided to finally end the argument. "Guys, relax. I tell him off all the time. Nothin's new here."
Alan grumbled.
Megan only glared at her brother, then turned back to Terra and Beast Boy to change the subject. "But I can't believe you guys are two of the Teen Titans. How come that Drain dude wanted you here?"
Terra sighed. "It's a really long story. How about I tell you later, okay?"
"Okay. Say, we'd better start on our homework. We might get a ton of homework in English today," Megan suggested.
Beast Boy stuck his tongue out and spit. "Ha! I'm already done!"
Terra's eyes grew wide. "You finished? How's that possible? I thought you were really bad at math!"
Beast Boy glared at her. "And you thought I was being mean…" He resumed to his happier look. "But dude, I'm serious! You can even see for yourself!" He handed her his paper arrogantly.
Terra scanned through the homework paper, and looked back up at him. "Hey, I think these are all right. Can I copy them?"
"No, you can't copy them! They were developed by my own genius! And my genius can never be copied!" He smiled with arrogance.
Terra sighed, handed him back his paper, and began working on the homework with Megan and Alan. He had never finished his homework in class before. In fact, he had never finished his math homework period. He'd either hand it in incomplete, or not hand it in at all. What on earth was going on with him all of a sudden?
Then Beast Boy decided to start another conversation. "Hey, you know Gloria? Kori's sister?"
"Yeah," Terra responded. "I know Gloria. Why?"
"Well, she told me this great joke yesterday during West Civ, and I thought I was gonna die from laughter! Wanna hear it?"
She sighed. "Sure, Gar."
"Okay, here it goes. Why did they bury the battery?"
She sighed again. "I don't know, Gar. Why?"
Beast Boy laughed his head off even before he even said a word. Then he managed to spit it out. "Because it was dead! Dude, wasn't that great!" He laughed even more now that he had said it out loud.
But before Terra could react, Mr. Stub approached him. "Mr. Logan, is your homework finished? Because it had better be, or you'll be in big trouble."
Beast Boy regained composure and responded, "Oh, my homework? Oh, sure it's done!"
"Well then," Mr. Stub insisted, "let me see it."
Beast Boy, without saying a word, gave him the sheet of paper. Mr. Stub scanned through it, checking to see if he did any of it correctly. He made certain reactions to certain problems, all of them being either being happy or pleasantly surprised. He took his head out of the paper. "Well, Mr. Logan, I am pleasantly surprised. You actually did the homework, and you did it all correctly. How did you do it?"
"Well," he began, "you know Gloria Anders, right?"
"Yes, I do. She's in my fourth hour class. What did she do?"
Terra had been listening to the conversation. Her face became confused. What about Gloria this time?
"Well, yesterday after school, she invited me over to her house and kinda tutored me in this stuff. Now, I totally get it, and I can ace every test you can ever give me! She also taught me some basic listening skills. I'm paying attention, and now I can get an A in this class on easy street!"
"That's great!" the teacher responded. "Good for Gloria! And good for you! I hope to see you as one of my top students by the end of the school year. Keep up the good work, Gar." After he said that, he wandered around the room, checking to see if the rest of his class was doing his or her homework.
Terra just stared at Beast Boy, without him even noticing. He just sat at his desk and doodled on another sheet of paper. She was confused. He never asked her for help, nor did she ever think of helping him. And why would Gloria help him? She had just met him about four days earlier. And he's already been to her house, but not Terra's?
As she still stared at him, Megan tapped her on the shoulder. "Tara… Tara, you okay?"
Terra snapped back into reality. "Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Let's just… do our homework." They did so until the period ended.
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Meanwhile, Cyborg sat in poetry class, bored to death. He chomped on his gum, making the noise block out the annoying fat teacher.
"Psst!" whispered a noise from next to him. "Psst! Victor!"
Cyborg turned to see his friend Jack talking to him. "Yeah, what?"
"What's up?"
"Nothin'," he answered. "Man, this is the worst class ever! Why the heck did the administration decide to put me here? I'd rather be in choir than in this class!"
"Yeah, now that I think about it, I'd probably rather do that too, even though I can't sing for crap."
"I can't either, but it's bound to be better than listening to an annoying fat lady all period about her terrible taste in poems. She's not even a very good teacher."
"I definitely agree." Jack stopped talking to listen if the teacher started lecturing about something even remotely interesting. Since she had not, Jack thought of an idea. "Say, you wanna switch out of this class?"
"Huh?"
"Ya know, switch to a different fine arts class? It's only the fourth day of the school year. Wanna do it?"
Cyborg thought for a moment, but thought of something else. "I don't know if I can… I don't know if they'll let me switch."
"Of course they can. You can just ask Ms. Black if you can, she'll check the class size, and there usually is more room for people to switch into choir, and bingo! You're in!"
Cyborg only sighed. "No, I don't think it's gonna be that easy. You see… uh… it's kind of a long story…"
"Long story? What are you talking about?"
"Um… it's hard to explain, you see…" Cyborg kept searching of a shorter way to explain why he was even in this school. "Do you know what our team name is named after?"
"Yeah," he said as if it were so obvious, "we're named after the Teen Titans."
"Do you know where the Titans are now?"
"Yeah, aren't they in that T-shaped tower out by the ocean?"
Cyborg only shook his head. "That's where you're wrong, man."
Jack was confused. "Wait, you mean they moved or something? Where are they now? Are they still in town?"
"They're still in town, but they have moved…" He was still searching for a way to explain the situation. "It's a bit of a long story, if you know what I mean."
"No, I actually don't know what you mean. How do you know all this? You know the Titans, or what? Why is this so hard for you to explain? Can't you just say it flat out? And what does this have to do with switching classes?"
Cyborg swallowed. "Not exactly… but I do know the Titans. In fact…" He swallowed again. "You know them too. You've met them all."
Now Jack was confused. "What are you talking about? I've never met the Titans. I've never even seen them fight around here. I've only seen a glimpse of them driving away in their fancy car. And their picture in the newspaper and on TV."
"No, you've definitely seen them. They're wandering around this school. They're all sitting in class right now."
Jack only chuckled. "Yeah, right. That'd be anyone's dream come true."
"And it is. Only you can't tell anyone. People around here could get a little excited if they find out who they really are."
"Oh really?" Jack asked, still in doubt and suspicion. He thought he should test Cyborg. "Well then, what classes are they in?"
Cyborg smirked. "One's sitting in this class right now."
Jack all of a sudden started looking around the room. "Where? Where is he? Or she? Which Titan is it?" He then spotted a goth-like girl sitting in the back corner. "Hey, that girl kinda looks like Raven. Is she it?"
Cyborg looked over at the girl, disgusted at Jack's assumption. "What? That girl looks nothing like Rae! Her face is different! And Raven's hair is purple, not black."
Jack thought for a moment. "Say, isn't your girlfriend named Raven?"
Cyborg hit his head on the head of his desk in frustration. "Yes, my girlfriend's name is Raven."
"Is she a Titan?" Jack finally asked.
"Yes, Jack, she's a Titan," he responded, still with his head on the desk.
He smiled. "Cool! That must be sweet to have a Teen Titan for a girlfriend! But… why would she date a civilian? Wouldn't that be dangerous to her enemies?"
Cyborg decided to finally spill the beans. He wasn't ever going to get this on his own, so he finally exclaimed in frustration, "Because I'm a Titan, too. I'm Cyborg. Remember when Raven and I were talking about this guy named Drain?"
Jack was speechless. He could not believe he did not figure this out before, or that his new friend was the all-powerful Cyborg. "God, I feel stupid… why didn't you just tell me?"
"I'm kind of ashamed of the fact that I got my powers stolen by Drain, and it's the same with everyone else. That's why we're here."
"Whoa… that's kinda weird…" He thought for a moment. "Say, how did we get onto this topic? Weren't we talking about something about classes?"
"Yeah, we were… man! I completely lost my train of thought! I should've just told you I was a Titan."
"Nah… it's fine." He decided to change the subject. "Say, if you weren't a Teen Titan, what would you do with your life?"
Cyborg sat back in his seat and sighed. "Man, it's been a while since I last thought about that one…" He kept thinking. "I was planning on being a famous athlete, back then…"
"You'd be great at that… but even though I like sports, I wouldn't make a career out of it. After all, I'm not that good."
"Then what would you do?"
"I was thinking of being a police officer. Why not lend the Titans a hand?" He smirked.
Cyborg only nodded. "I could see you as a police officer. I hope you become one. Sure, we'd appreciate a hand. That is, after we get out of this school."
"How long you guys have to be here?" Jack asked.
"We just have to be here this year, as far as I know. We don't know whether or not Drain will really give us back our powers after the school year. But we didn't really have a choice…"
A giant shadow cast down on Cyborg. "A choice on what, Victor?" asked a voice that did not belong to Jack.
Cyborg looked around to see a round woman stare right into his eyes. "Oh, hi Ms. Gregory. I-I didn't have to choose anything really…"
"Well, pay attention, you inconsiderate fool!" She glared at Jack. "And that goes for you, too! If I hear one more peep from you two, you'll be moved away from each other for the rest of the year." She glared at them as she wobbled to the front of the room.
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In Starfire's biology class, the class was about to get ready for their first lab. It was not an exciting lab, but it was still considered a lab, because it involved identifying lab tools.
Sara picked up a pair of forceps and showed them to Starfire. "Kori, these are the forceps, right?"
She picked up the forceps and examined them. "I am not familiar with the earthly science utensils. Certainly you must be sure these are called 'forceps', or we will surely get the F on our laboratory activity."
"What do you mean you're not familiar with earthly science utensils? Why do you call them earthly?"
"They are of this planet, correct?"
"Yeah, but still, wouldn't saying they were earthly be redundant?"
Starfire sulked a little bit. "Forgive me of my redundancy. I am still learning about the customs and the traditions of this planet. I am still a little uneasy about being in a human school."
Sara was confused. "You keep saying 'human' schools and 'this planet's traditions'. What are you talking about?"
Starfire looked into her friend's eyes slightly gloomily. "Friend Sara, I have not told you this, and I feel I should. I am from the planet Tameran. I fled from the planet long ago, and found this planet, so I inhabited here. Then after a while longer, I became a member of the Teen Titans…"
"Who are the Teen Titans? Are they some sort of superheroes in this city?"
"Well, they are not anymore. A nipbarg that calls himself Drain stole our powers and we were forced to this school. That is how I know Dick, Raven, Tara, Victor, and Gar. They are also Teen Titans. But even though we are not very happy about the fact that we lost our powers and the other abilities we were able to do before Drain came into our lives, school is not so bad."
"Wow," responded a slightly surprised Sara. "So… you're an alien? That's actually pretty neat. I never thought I'd meet someone from another planet before. That is, a friendly someone from another planet."
"Never? Well, beings from other planets do not come here often. And if they do, this world is so big, a being from another planet could inhabit elsewhere and no one else will notice."
"Yeah… I guess so. But… it's still pretty cool. But don't you wish you still had your powers?"
Starfire sighed. "If I had a choice, I would choose having powers. But because of the friends I had made here, I might also go to school."
"But what about Brittany?" Sara asked out of curiosity.
She did not answer in a manner she normally would. Instead, she said, "She is exactly what Myra would call her."
"Who's Myra?"
"Do you remember Dick's friend Clive?"
Sara whined a little. "Yes…"
"Well, she is Clive's friend that has the black hair and wears black clothing."
"She wears all black? I don't know if I'll like her then…"
"Sara, did you know that you must not… I believe the popular statement is, 'Never judge a shirt by its collar'…"
"You mean 'Never judge a book by its cover'?"
"Yes, that is it. Just because she wears all black, it does not mean she is bad in any way. I do not think she would appreciate it if you did not like her just because of what she wears or what she looks like."
Sara sighed. "You're right." She looked at her paper, realizing it was blank. "Whoops. We'd better get back to work."
"Agreed. Let us name these science utensils." They smiled and continued working.
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During the next period, Raven, Starfire, Robin, Myra, Clive, and Brittany had English. They were in the middle of reading silently in their seats. Nothing special was really going on. Nothing yet, anyway…
Suddenly, an announcement could be heard over the loudspeaker. "Mrs. Knowing, could you please report to the main office. Mrs. Knowing, report to the main office."
Mrs. Knowing got out of her seat. "I have to go to the office now, so I just want you to keep reading, and don't make too much noise while I am gone." She exited the room, heading towards the main office. Smaller, but semi-quiet conversations occurred once she had left the room. Some people, however, remained reading.
Brittany approached Starfire, who was still reading, and put her hands on her hips. "Well, I hope you're enjoying that book."
"Yes, the book is quite pleasing to me," she responded kindly. "I especially find the part when…"
"I was being sarcastic, you stupid whore!"
The rest of the class stopped what they were doing and stared at Brittany, who had just sworn very loudly. They wanted to see Starfire's reaction more than anything at that moment.
She, however, continued reading, with a vain looking like it was about to burst on her forehead.
Robin had had enough of Brittany swearing at her. "What's you're problem!" he exclaimed as he stood up. "Can you do anything to her other than swear at her? You think calling her a whore is gonna make me start to like you?"
Raven rolled her eyes. "Of course, she does, Dick. She's an idiot."
"Dick, please," Starfire began, "do not make a big deal about this ordeal. It is not like I am offended by what she is telling me."
"But, Kori, you're going to take that from her?"
"I am not taking it, I am what you may consider ignoring it. It is okay. Raven is correct. She is what you would call an idiot, and there is nothing we can do about that, for she will remain one unless she does something of it herself."
Half the class groaned, hoping for a girl fight.
Myra shook her head. "You people are hopeless. Why do you think it's worth fighting Brittany, anyways?"
Clive stood up. "I am in full agreement with Myra."
Brittany left Starfire and headed towards Myra and Clive. "Well, you think you're so smart! How else am I supposed to get him to like me, anyways, hmm?"
Myra sighed. "You don't. You either let it go, or wait maturely for them to break up. If it ever ends up being your fault, he'll never want to date you. So just stop being such a drama queen."
Brittany snarled. "No! I can't let my precious Dick go!"
Myra only rolled her eyes. "God, you're stubborn! What's wrong with you?"
Clive stuck out his tongue and spit at Brittany. "You're going to be one miserable girl in the future. I can tell!"
"You think you can tell the future, now?"
"But it is clear that if you don't follow Myra's advice, then…"
"Why would I follow your bitch's advice? Don't you know what she's done to me over the years!"
Myra frowned heavily, grinding her teeth. "What I'VE done to YOU…"
At that moment, Mrs. Knowing returned to the classroom, resting her hand on her forehead. "I leave you alone for two minutes, Brittany, and you're always causing some sort of pointless trouble."
"But Mrs. Knowing…" she whined.
"Whatever excuse you have, Brittany, it's bound to be either false or over-exaggerated. Now, if it happens again, I'll give you a detention. Now, leave Myra and Clive alone, along with Dick and Kori. And as for the rest of you, continue your reading." Everyone did as told, some happier about it than others, but they still followed the teacher's instructions.
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During Beast Boy's West Civ class, he and Gloria were working together with a reading assignment. They each had their desks pushed together, so they could easily read from one book in one convenient space.
"Hey, Gar," Gloria started, "how was Algebra?"
He smiled. "Dude, it was such a cinch! I can't believe I never knew how easy it is!"
"It is easy, isn't it? I used to have trouble with math, but then with a little practice and a tad bit of tutoring, I was finally able to understand it. I was glad to help you."
"And so was Mr. Stub. Dude, when he's not yelling at anyone, he's… actually kinda creepy, in a sort of affectionate way…"
Gloria sighed and put her hand on her forehead. "I know… when he likes you, he's creepy, but when he hates you, he always yells at you. There's no way you can really win, so… yeah."
"Does he really like you?"
"Oh yeah," she responded, indicating the question was definitely true. Her eyes seemed to widen a little bit.
"It doesn't surprise me. Why wouldn't he like you?" he asked.
Gloria blushed a little. "What was that? What do you mean?"
"Dude, you don't seem like the type that gets into trouble. If he hated me, it wouldn't be a surprise. If it weren't for those Charlie Chasers and the idiots across the room, I'd probably be the one causing trouble."
She giggled. "You're so modest." She gave him a shoulder hug, her head resting on his shoulder. "I know you wouldn't cause nearly as much trouble as everyone else."
He chuckled in nervousness. "Maybe not nearly as much, but it'd still be enough…"
"Don't lie about yourself, Gar. I know you're not a bad person." She started rubbing her head on his shoulder.
Beast Boy became nervous. He didn't want to do anything to Gloria that might hint to others that they were dating, but he certainly didn't want to push her off his shoulder. He decided to say this, "Uh…hey! Shouldn't we start working on this thing?" He pointed to the worksheet they needed to work on.
Gloria blushed and took herself off Beast Boy. "Oops. Sorry. Here, let's get started."
He made a sigh of relief and started to work.
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Skipping to fourth hour, Robin and Clive both sat together in their Honors Biology class. They seemed to be doing the same exact lab Starfire and Sara had been doing earlier. Only this time, they did not seem to having the least bit of trouble.
"These are the forceps," Clive began, "this is the probe, and these are the surgical scissors. Boy, this sure is easy."
"You're telling me," Robin agreed. "If all labs are like this, then we'll be getting straight A's in this class."
"Oh, most definitely. But then again, it would be impossible not to get at least a C in this class if all labs were like this. I mean, who on earth is stupid enough to fail this lab?"
"At least, not anyone in this class. This is Honors Biology, right?"
"Yes, of course it is the Honors, the better, class."
"Not that the regular class is worse or anything. And I only say that because Kori is in that class. She's not very familiar with Earth's functions yet. But I'm sure she'll do fine. She's a fast learner."
"Indeed. Kori is an intelligent girl. It would be a terrible thing to disagree. She is worthy of my friendship because not only of her intelligence, but of her maturity."
Robin smiled. "I'm glad you think that."
"And might I add that you have chosen a good person to be in a relationship with. She is bound to make you happy."
Robin chuckled, but then felt the need to ask, "Wait, why are you saying all this? You're not attracted to Kori now, are you?" He knew that was not the case, but he felt like playing along anyway.
Clive shook his head. "No. Of course not."
"Then why are you making all these comments about my girlfriend?"
The slim intellectual blushed and hung his head. "No reason…"
"No, I think you do have a reason," Robin insisted. "Now, why won't you tell me?"
"It… it's so embarrassing…"
"Oh, come on! Nothing could be more embarrassing than being in an awkward situation like yours. Now, you want to get out of this awkward situation, right?"
Clive grunted.
"Then you'll tell me why you're making these comments about Kori."
The brown haired thick-glassed teenager gave the spiky haired titan a look in the eye. "You are one cunning individual." He sighed. "Remember back when we first met, and you asked me if I wanted a girlfriend?"
"Yeah… you're not…" Robin worried.
"I am not interested in Kori, if that is what you were about to ask."
Robin sighed in relief, still playing along. "Oh, well, that's good. But, who are you interested in?"
This question caused Clive to blush even more. "You… really want to know?"
He smirked and nodded.
Finally, he began twiddling his thumbs and mumbled, "Myra…"
"What? I didn't hear you…" Robin teased.
"Dammit why do you have to torture me like this!" Clive shouted for everyone to hear.
The rest of the class only stared at him. Someone managed to shout out, "Hey, Clive swore. I've never heard him do that before…"
Clive finally sat down in his chair and put his head down on his desk. "I think I've had enough today, thank you very much…"
Robin sighed. He felt he had crossed the line. He decided to sit down next to him, and a few seconds after everyone started talking again, he told him, "I didn't mean to embarrass you… but that's how I got Victor to admit his feelings for Raven, and I felt it would work for you too… and Victor did it to me as well…"
Clive raised his head off the table. He looked at his new friend and nodded. "I understand, I guess… but did you know this the whole time?"
Robin chuckled. "It was pretty obvious. I mean, the way you stare at her, the way you two argue, the way you act around her… it can hit anyone plainly in the face as soon as you see it. And you can't do that to too many couples."
"Was it really that obvious? I mean, I guess I could probably see how someone could figure it out eventually, but…"
"You've got to be kidding," Robin chuckled. "Can't you see things through other people's eyes? You've told me your intellect is more superior than others', and I believe that. But… you have trouble snapping into reality…"
"I… guess… I know I am still human, but you are the first person to point this out to me."
"I doubt I'm the first person to figure it out, though. You probably don't relate to many other people, do you?"
Clive shook his head. "You are correct." He smiled. "But I am grateful that you are willing to be my friend."
Robin only sighed. "You remind me of Kori sometimes… it's almost creepy, but I guess in a good way… sorta…"
"Well, let us finish our lab so we may be able to get an A on it, or possibly and A plus."
"I'm right behind you."
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During fifth period, Terra, Beast Boy, and Gloria all sat in their physical science class. With tables in the classroom, Terra and Beast Boy sat at one table, and Gloria sat at another table near them.
When the teacher let them work on their homework, Gloria only glared at Terra, and how she and Beast Boy giggled about whatever he said. She decided to stop glaring and approached the two of them. She came behind Beast Boy and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Hey, Gar. What's up?"
"Nothing, really. Why?"
"Oh, I was just wondering…" She sniffed his hair.
"Gloria, you might not want to do that…" Terra warned her.
She pushed herself away from his head and placed her hands on the top of his shoulders, stretching her arms. "Gar, your hair smells… weird…"
"My mom likes to take really long showers… that's why Tara warned you. I never have enough time to wash all of myself everyday…"
"Oh… well, that's ok!" She smiled.
"Yeah, I'm okay with it too, Gloria…" Terra reminded her.
"Oh…" she responded, making it sound like a scowl. She changed her mood back. "So Gar, I don't like sitting by myself. Could you sit next to me from now on?"
"Uh…" he started, scratching his head. Terra shook her head slightly. "Um… sorry, but if I move, then Tara won't have anyone to sit with. And she's… kinda my girlfriend… but when she's sick, I'll sit next to you."
She sighed. "Oh. I guess you don't care about the fact that I'll be sitting by myself for the rest of the year…"
"No Gloria, I do care. But I'll care more if it's Tara that has to sit by herself."
"Gloria, I know you want to sit next to Gar," Terra started, "but you can live without it. Besides, he talks to you all the time in West Civ, Shakespeare, and French. It's not like you never get to sit next to him. I mean, he's even been to your house. He hasn't been to my house yet."
"But it's not like you never get to sit next to him, either!"
Beast Boy sighed. "She has first priority, Gloria. We're just friends, but Tara and I are more than just friends. Understand?"
She sighed. "Yeah…" She sulked back to her seat.
He got up. "Don't take it personally, Gloria. It's not that I don't like you or anything."
"I know, Gar." She sat back down in her seat. "You can continue your conversation. I should just get started on my homework."
"You sure you'll be ok?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine. I have a ton of English homework anyways. Better to get this over with."
He shrugged. "All right." He walked back to Terra and they continued their conversation.
Gloria took out a piece of paper, but she wasn't doing her homework. She seemed to be drawing something; it looked like Terra. It wasn't perfect, but it did look like her. She then drew a big "X" across her. "I have to get rid of her…" she said to herself. "But how…?"
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Raven and Myra were dressed in their gym clothes, both with a gray t-shirt and black athletic shorts, running laps inside the smelly gym. Running was neither Raven's nor Myra's favorite thing to do.
Once they were both on the fifth lap, Myra began to breathe very heavily. She was unable to catch up with Raven, much to the purple-haired titan's surprise. "Myra, are you okay?" she asked as she continuously slowed down.
Myra fell to the ground on her knees and began panting for more breath. "I'm… okay. I just have a breathing problem, that's all."
"Does this happen often?" Raven asked, slightly concerned.
"Only when I have to do aerobic exercise. I don't have a very strong heart, so exercising has never been my cup of tea. I'm also hypoglycemic."
"Sounds like you're not a very healthy person. Were you sick as a child?"
Myra nodded. "I've had a few heart problems when I was younger. No one could quite figure out what was wrong with me, but it might have had to do with the fact that my parents weren't very active, either. Whenever I would play, I would always play indoors with dolls and stuff. I wouldn't go outside that often. I was also born with pale skin, but never going outside and having a weak heart probably made me more pale."
Before Raven could respond to Myra's short story, the female teacher rushed up to the two girls and knelt to their level. "You ladies okay?"
"Myra's having a bit of trouble breathing. I'm fine, though."
"All right, you," the teacher said in her slight Brooklyn accent while chomping on gum, "Let's get you to the bleachers so you can eat some food and get yourself a drink. Your health records say you're hypoglycemic, so I got some food in my office for you and other hypoglycemic students." She supported Myra's strength and began walking her to the bleachers.
"Thanks…" she responded weakly.
"Sure thing. But next time you don't feel well, feel free to say something ahead of time. It won't affect your grade for this class." Myra flopped down on the bleachers and waited for her food and drink to come to her.
Raven continued running as she watched Myra weakly eat some carrot sticks. Her breath was becoming short, but she only had two more laps to go, so she knew she could survive without passing out herself.
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It was about 3:30 in the afternoon. School had gotten out over a half-hour ago, so about half the students were on their way home or already home.
It had been raining earlier, but the pouring rain turned to drizzle when the final bell had rung. Some students were still outside waiting for parents, but none of the Titans or their friends could be seen anywhere around school grounds.
Behind the school, Brittany and her two friends, one a straight-haired brunette and the other a curly-haired redhead, began discussing issues that seemed important to them.
"I can't believe that stupid bitch Kori is more attractive to Dick than me! He chooses Kori, over me! What's wrong with me, I ask you!"
"Brittany," the brunette started, "maybe you're over-reacting. I mean, just because Dick doesn't like you it doesn't mean…"
"Alicia, you don't know what you're talking about!"
The redhead disagreed. "Actually, do you have any idea how many cute guys are walking the halls in this school? You could get any of those! You can't just worry about Dick!"
Brittany only frowned. "That's easy for you to say, Cassie. Every guy you flirt with wants to date you! You could get anyone you wanted!"
Cassie then suggested, while sexily moving her hips, "Maybe if you started being a little more affectionate…"
Fire seemed to glow in Brittany's eyes. "I am being more affectionate! Can't you tell that I try hard for affection?"
Alicia proposed, "Well, maybe if you were nicer to Kori…"
"Why should I be nice to her?"
"Well… at least Dick would like you as a friend… you don't have to actually like her, but…"
"Yeah well, I'm not willing to take that sacrifice!" Brittany scolded. "How dare you try to stoop me to Kori's level! You know how much I hate her!"
"She may be a freak," Cassie implied, "but at least Dick would like you as a friend. Then maybe they'll break up…"
"I already told you NO!"
"But it'll work, Brittany," Alicia pleaded. "I can guarantee it!"
"You can't guarantee anything! You've never had a boyfriend, Alicia, so you wouldn't know! All you have is money!And Cassie, you've had too many boyfriends to know what I'm going through! I have to have Dick and I have to have him NOW! I can't wait long enough for them to break up by themselves!"
"Well sorry, Britt," Cassie said, "but we don't have anymore advice to give you. If you don't want to follow it, then I'm afraid you're on your own. Come on Alicia, let's go home." The two girls linked arms and strolled down the streets to their way home.
"Well fine!" Brittany yelled to them. "But don't come crying to me when you have boy problems!" She turned her back to them. "Losers… who needs 'em? Hmph!"
"You may not need them," echoed a deep voice from behind, "but I think I may need you."
Brittany immediately turned to face the man behind her. "Who the hell are you, freak?" she panicked.
"That you don't need to know right now. But I have a way for you to get rid of Kori so you can have Dick all to yourself."
Her face resembled a highly interested one. "Get rid of Kori? But how…"
"Never mind that. All I can say now in public is that if you want to have Dick all to yourself, you can meet me at this address here." He handed Brittany a slip of paper with some writing on it.
Brittany's face became puzzled. "But wait… what if it doesn't work? Then what's in it for me?"
"Well, what do you want the most, besides Dick? What can I… well, buy for you, that is?"
Her face lit up. "If you could buy me a new homecoming dress, that would be the best!" But her face did not stay lit up. "But how can I trust you? You won't even tell me your name!"
"I'm sure it's hard for you to trust me now, but I can assure you that you will have my trust once you meet me at that address by 8:00 tonight. Just remember how much you hate Kori… and how much you want to destroy her… and how much you want to just pull out every single strand of her long, red hair and scratch up her skin and make her feel so much pain she would scream for hours…"
Brittany's hate obviously cloudedwhat littlecommon sense she possessed, as her face showed it, so she immediately claimed, "It's a deal. I'll meet you there at 8:00 sharp!"
"Excellent. I will see you then." He rose up in the air and immediately vanished through the sky. Brittany watched in awe as he disappeared through the clouds.
A demonic smile was placed on Brittany's face. "Oh, I can't wait until 8:00!" As she exited school grounds, she began to chuckle evilly to herself until she was out of sight.
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Hey, this took up 20 pages on Word! Amazing, yes? And you know the guy, so… yeah. Well, review please! Thank you!
Vandagirl :D