Authors Note: After rereading what I wrote yesterday I'd like to apologize for all the spelling errors, I forgot to run a spell check over it. So sorry!
It's safe to say that after her first hour, her entire day went rapidly downhill.
As she walked out of her classroom she spotted Barbara waiting for her against the lockers across from the class door. Barbara was chatting with an odd looking bunch, looking perfectly at ease in their presence. Victoria paused a minuet and observed the group, just as she was about to approach the redhead a certain blue eyed boy glided up to the small crowd of friends and greeted them.
Victoria watched him in barely concealed distaste. 'Oh of course Little Miss Barbie would be friends with that assface. 'No way in hell I'm I going over there. I'll just figure this hell hole out myself.' She thought bitterly.
Victoria dropped her head down and hid her face as she walked past the group. As she rounded the corner to the next corridor she slammed into a rather large and muscular body. The impact rattled her to the bones as the young boy she bumped into shoved her into the lockers and shot her a venomous glare.
"Watch where you're going, Fresh Meat." He hissed at her.
She stared up at him indignantly. "Last time I checked we both ran into to each other you ass, so don't get an attitude with me when it was your fault to!" she said while glaring into his dark gray eyes.
He snarled down at her. "I'd watch what you say, Darling. We wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you, now would we? How about you just apologize and I'll pretend this never happened." He said condescendingly. "Hell, maybe if you say it extra sweetly, I'll even give you a little kiss." He smirked meanly down at her.
She cocked her hip and glared up at him. "Or, or here's a suggestion; how about you get out of my face before I cut off your balls and strangle you with them." She said while leaning close to him. "And I'd never kiss you, mainly because you need a breathment and also because I honestly don't want herpes."
"I'm really starting to lose my patience with you, small fry. And when I lose my patience it won't be good for you." He said shoving her against the lockers, blocking her exits." Now I'll ask you one more time to apologize be for I get violent." He hissed between his teeth.
"Hmm, how about a royal fuck you? You can kiss my ass, Blondie! I dare you, hit me! C'mon tough guy, punch me you bitch! Give me a reason to knock your crooked ass teeth down your throat!" she yelled while shoving him back. "C'mon you pussy, Hit me! Prove how tough you are by hitting a girl that's a foot shorter than you! Be a man!"
Just as the blond boy was about to punch the young girl, an arm wrapped around the blue eyed girl's waist and pulled her out of the way.
"I'm sorry about her, Kendall. Victoria's new and sadly lacks that vital filter between her brain and mouth." Said a smooth voice. The owner of said voice had a tight grip on a certain struggling raven-haired girl. His other hand came up and covered her mouth to muffle her curses.
The blond straightened up and fixed his blazer. "It's fine, Grayson. But next time can you keep a tighter leash on your girlfriend? I was sorely tempted to break her neck."
At the word 'girlfriend' the blue eyed girl paused a moment and continued struggling with renewed effort. Her muffled swearing became louder as the blond laughed at her unfortunate situation.
"I'm grateful that you didn't harm her in anyway. And next time her leash will be close to none existent." He said smoothly as the gray eyed teen walked away.
He moved his hand away from her mouth and began to pull her down the hall.
"You bloody bastard! I'm not your fucking rag doll; you can't just manhandle me like that!" she screeched. "And I'm not your fucking girlfriend! I'm also not a dog so I don't belong on a leash, fuckface!"
He pulled her into an empty janitors closet at shoved her against the wall. "Are you fucking stupid?! You don't talk to someone like Kendall like that, you idiot! His dad is in the Gotham Mafia, disrespect like that will get you killed." He growled at her, pinning her harder against the wall.
"I can handle myself. I don't need a babysitter, and I don't need a second father." She said wearily.
"You're 4'9 and you weigh about 90 pounds, do you honestly think you have a chance against the Gotham Mafia? And well as far as Kendall thinks, you're my girlfriend. And for your own safety, because you and I both know that you'll get into trouble before the end of the day, he and his entire gang are going to continue believing that." Richard said softly, leaning his head against hers.
She closed her eyes and breathed through her nose. "Why would dating you keep my safe?" she asked rather bluntly.
"Because I'm Richard Grayson, ward of Bruce Wayne." He said simply.
"And why, why do you want to help me? What are you going to get out of it?" she questioned suspiciously.
"I'm not sure if you know this or not, but your father works For Wayne Industries. His work is very important to the company and I doubt he'll be fully concentrated on his work if his only daughter is in danger." He said bluntly.
"Oh." She said quietly, looking at the worn tile under their feet.
"Yeah, oh. So until I can think of a permanent solution to your problem with authority, I'm your loving, amazingly talented, and extremely handsome boyfriend, and you're my mouthy, rude, bossy and clueless girlfriend. Got it?" he said with a teasing grin.
"Modest aren't you? I don't really have a choice, do I?"I asked and he shook his head. "Well then yeah, I got it." She said dejectedly.
"Asterous, this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship, can't you just feel the love?" he asked happily, his sapphire eye sparkling in a way that took her breath away, and made her chest ache oddly.
"Yeah, totally." She replied absently as they walked out of the dimly lit closet and into the bright hall way.
'Is it too late to go back to public school?'