Hello once more. If you want an explanation go to my profile. I'm not continuing J.L.U. If you feel--for some strange reason--that you want to, PM me and go right ahead. I like this one so here's Chapter 5.

Sorryness

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I woke up groggily the next morning and my room was pitch black, the only down-side to having a room without a view. I rubbed my eyes and stretched in the dark, swinging my feet over the side of the bed. I stumbled to the light switch and flicked it on, almost blinding myself by the sudden burst of light. I was about to walk out of my room, walk down the hall, and get in the shower when I remembered exactly where I was. I cursed and kicked the wall, thinking for a foolish second it didn't hurt. But I hopped up and down like a little girl anyway. Wincing in pain as I walked to my door, I pulled on a sweatshirt and baggy sweats and then eased the metal door open. I looked down the hall, searching for anything shower-like. I came up fruitless and was about to close the door when I spotted a note taped to my door.

Shower: to the right, down the hall, 1st door on you left.—Cy.

Although I was surprised that he would give a flying crap about me, I was grateful. I grabbed my bag of toiletries and headed to the shower.

Ten thoughtful minutes later I was in my room, drying my damp violet hair. This was to weird, being in the big T. It was wrong. It felt wrong, very wrong. This was not my home. But then again, I didn't have a home. I waged a war with my mind on whether I had a home or not until my ear suddenly got very warm.

"OW!" I yelped and turned the hair dryer off, rubbing my burning ear.

I pulled my hair back painfully into a ponytail and got dressed quickly in black shorts and a black tee, pulling on Vans and then sat on my bed and reached for my phone. I had to call Jinx and—where was that phone? I searched as madly as a person like me could until someone knocked on my door.

"What?" I snapped.

"Uh," Beast Boy's voice trailed off from outside my door.

"Unless you know where my phone is, scram," I said, opening the metal barrier to the green shape-shifter.

"I do, actually," he said quickly, and his eyes seemed focused on something right next to my face.

"Where is it?" I growled.

"Rob took it away," Beast Boy told me with an odd little smile on his face.

I was simmering with anger. He came into my room? Does the word privacy not apply to me or something? And I paid good money for that damn thing. So he just comes in and steals it??

Titans are insane.

I gave the wall behind Greeny a dry look and then shut the door without a word, though I certainly had a few things to say to my friend the mobile traffic light. Maybe if I just—.

"Don't even think about it," that annoying, obnoxious, stupid voice said.

"Gods, just shut up!" I screamed at the ceiling and the light bulb broke once more. Breathing heavily, I warned the voice, "Don't even think about it."

I walked upstairs to the kitchen feeling irritable. Right at the door to enter the living area, I heard a conversation between Beast Boy and Cyborg.

"Dude, I swear, her ears were bright red!" BB's voice exclaimed.

"Hallucination, man," Cy's voice said. "She'd never be interested in you."

I now officially, hate hairdryers. Absolutely despise them as of now. I decided to walk in right then and have breakfast, as to celebrate my Hate the Hairdryer day. What the Boy had been 

about to say died in his mouth as I opened the door and walked in. I looked at their embarrassed and laughing (BB, Cy respectively) faces and a brow on my face arched in lax curiosity. I walked to the fridge and poured a glass of orange juice and grabbed a piece of bread. Geez, I realized, if this is all I eat here, I'm going villain again.

I walked back downstairs, knowing that the two boys desperately wanted to continue their conversation. Cyborg said something before I headed down the stairs though. "Rob wants to see you in the gym in an hour," he told me.

I stopped and looked back. I nodded slightly and then disappeared down the stairwell. I stretched in my room, dying to call Jinx. I had known this was going to be hard, but now Beast Boy though I liked him. I shivered at the thought. For the next forty minutes I read, though my mind wandered. The Masked Anti-Marauder had snuck into my room at who knows what time, searched around my new living space, and then stolen my phone. What a jerk. A cute one though. But that doesn't excuse it.

With ten minutes until I had to be in the gym, I left my room. At my first step into the hall, I knew I was lost. Each hall I looked down seemed to look exactly the same. Didn't they have maps here? Confused, I took a left and continued straight until I ended up in a cold, dark room. I blindly walked further inside, immediately running into something that fell from its perch and clattered to the floor. I stumbled forward, stepping on something hard. My foot then decided to land right in a can full of sticky liquid. I cursed and shook my shoe was stuck fast.

"Hey!" a deep voice that reminded me of Cyborg yelled.

A light flickered on and I suddenly saw where I was. It must have been his garage because the T-car was parked in there and shelves stacked tall with tools were on the walls. And 

my shoe seemed to be stuck in a large can of cement. My eyes rolled instinctively at my own stupidity and I shook my foot again.

"I'm stuck," I turned and told the amused machine standing in the doorway.

"Yeah…I can't fix that till later today. But, here," he pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to the partly petrified person that was me. "Directions."

I read them quickly, "Did you have these prepared or something?"

"BB made 'em. Thought you might need help around," Cy told me and started to pick up the tools that had fallen to the floor.

This time, I commanded my eyes to roll. That fool thought I liked him. A sudden deathly chill ran through the room, making me shiver. How convenient, right? I walked out of the garage, my new companion slamming against the floor every time I struggled to lift my foot off the floor, and followed the scribbled directions until I came to two double steel doors. I glanced through the small porthole windows and saw the short, wiry teen the world knew as Robin. The Traffic Light.

He was pummeling a large black punching bag with red gloved hands, his feet taking turns to strike the bag. I was quite far away but I could see the sweat flying off his face. His usually spiky hair was plastered against his head and he was wearing a tight white shirt—I was surprised he could find one that would be tight on those scrawny arms—and maroon colored shorts. I had to say, that was the first time I'd ever seen him out of uniform. Quite an amazing experience, honestly.

I slipped through the door as quietly as humanly—or not—possible. My cement can hit the other door, making me trip, and scrape the can across the floor while I struggled for balance. Stupid can.



Robin stopped attacking the stuffed bag and looked at me, his hard pants of breath audible from across the room. "Hurry up," he said in his cold voice and I walked over, forcing myself not to kick him upside the head with my can-foot. "I'm not giving you a handicap," the sweating teen told me.

"Fine," I muttered and tried to think of a way to move quickly with a cemented foot.

But thinking was very obviously not an option. Before I knew what was happening, I was on the ground, staring up into an expressionless, masked face. His hot breath puffed into my face and I couldn't help a hint of pink come to my face. It immediately disappeared and he got off me, not offering a hand to help me up. I struggled to my unbalanced feet with a plan already in place. If I could just control my foot with my power, I might be able to move as I normally would.

I blocked his first furious punch and my un-canned foot moved backward slightly to move my body to the side as to dodge his next punch. I twisted my can foot with a black aura—which made a terrible squeak—and twirled around, catching Robin in the back with my other shoe. Maroon shorts stumbled forward. A slight smile played at my lips as he turned back around, a horrible sneer on his face. My face fell.

An onslaught of punches and wild kicks caught me off guard and I was forced back toward the corner as I attempted to block everyone. It was pointless to try and get a counter in, he'd rebound too quickly. Soon I was backed up into the corner with a punch coming to my face. I ducked immediately and heard a satisfying bang as his fist slammed into the wall. The pristine Boy Wonder cursed loudly and I slipped around him, accidently tripping him up with my cement can.

I was feeling pretty smug, having outsmarted Robin and his great and mighty ego. But then I was pushed from behind and went flying across the room to land roughly on the floor, inches away from slamming into the opposite wall. Dang, he's a strong guy.

I wobbled to my feet, feeling slightly dizzy, and saw Robin crossing the room angrily. My last thoughts before I put my fists back up were, someone needs some anger-management classes. And then a flying kick connected with my stomach. I gasped and hit the wall, sliding down slightly. That hurt. Robin was standing a bit away, looking self-satisfied.

I growled to myself and straightened myself. Desperate for one last hit, I sent a kick with my canned foot (gods, that sounds horrible). But instead of connecting with the Smug Wonder, the paint can flew off my foot and sailed at high speeds toward the other side of the gym.

"Oof!" someone grunted as the paint can slammed into his stomach.

Robin whipped around in surprise, "Beast Boy? Are you alright?"

Beast Boy was doubled over, holding his stomach, a paint can lying at his feet and his green eyes hurt. "That hurt, man," he wheezed and fell forward.

My eyes rolled to the ceiling and I muttered under my breath, "Idiot."

And at that moment, the whole gym pulsed a bright, alarming red.

There it is, it's shorter than the others, I think, but there's another half to the day. Review if you want, it'll make me feel better. Updates might take a while since 8th grade is piling HW on me and I've got a big writing project going on. But--haha--the more you review, the faster i'll prob. get the next Ch. up

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