Chapter Eleven: Notes and Notes
Over the next two weeks the titans had settled completely in and felt very much at home. They had discovered a pattern in the Professors appearances. He would scour the grounds on Thursdays and Sundays. If the week had been slow he would pop up on Tuesdays. Robin was getting quite irritated with how things were working out. Every time they fought lady luck seemed to be on the professors side. Either someone would almost catch them, just as robin was winning he would slip up, or the Professor would somehow make a miraculous escape.
After classes the dodge ball or football teams would compete. Starfire and Beast Boy insisted that they watch every game that Robin or Cyborg competed in and cheer them on.
Lately 'Jason' had made his appearance. He was semi-attractive. Taller than her with deep chocolate eyes and his hair was a shade to match. Apparently he was in her Math, French and Gym classes. He had made a point of saying hello to Raven at the beginning of every class, but he hadn't even gone any further than asking her what the days homework was.
On October 20th a list was posted on the student bulletin board. It had been circulating for a while and someone had finally pinned it up. It was a list of all the students and a group of people had put their comments about the person. Cyborg had seen it and pulled them over to read it themselves:
Richard Greyson: hottie! If he ditched those other three he could totally rule the school. Those sunglasses make him look like a total badboy.
Victor Stone: Jock. All those muscles are sexy. I'm surprised he doesn't have a girl.
Garfield Logan: Cute. All those jokes LOL
Kori Andrews: Adorable. So pretty! A little lip gloss and eye shadow and she would be so popular. She is so sweet.
Rachel Roth: No comment. Ditch the books. Make some friends. Brighten up. Get out of your coffin!…
The comments went on to other students, but the team only read about themselves.
"Cute?"
"Sexy, huh?"
"What is eye shadow?"
"Think I'd rule the school?"
"They like my jokes!"
Raven slipped away from the group un-noticed and padded down the halls until she found the unused hall. The only unused hallway. There was only one. Raven wasn't thinking of any of this while she slid down the wall. She was thinking of all those girls and what they said. Oh she could tell they were girls. Boys wouldn't use fuchsia coloured ink or dot their I's with hearts. "Make some friends … get out of your coffin …" It's just a group of girls with too much makeup, rich parents and high opinions of themselves.
They just don't like me because I'm not like them. Because I don't carry a purse instead of a book bag. Because I read novels instead of teen people. Because my style doesn't change as often as the daily deal at McDonalds!
She felt her temper rising and rummaged in her bag for her flute. Playing the flute always calmed her down. When she played that nameless tune she almost felt the world disappear, just like when she meditated. She fumbled with the latches on the case until she took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.
It's not my fault I'm different. It's hard to fit in on a superhero team when your father attempted to destroy the universe, let alone fit in undercover at a boarding school.
Her anger dissipated and turned into sadness. She was grateful no one was around to see her like this. They would never let her live it down if they saw her cry over a bunch of notes posted on a wall.
She put her flute together with shaky hands and was soon lost in the notes of music again. While she continued to play, a set of deep chocolate brown eyes watched from around the corner.