I do not own the Teen Titans.
Beast Boy P.O.V.
I walked through the halls of Brown looking at all the tired hungover students. Too may frat parties I presume. It was nice to have no stare at me because I was green, I had Victor make me a ring that changed my skin and hair a normal color. My first class was French. I know what you are thinking, why is the infamous Beast Boy taking a french class? My mother used to speak it to me when I was young, but I lost it when she died, the language just made me feel closer to her and I want to pick it up again.
The french classroom's desks were organized into pairs facing the front of the room. All of them were full except for two seats at the front of the room. I sat down just before class was about to begin and pulled out a green notebook and pen. Just in the time, the bell had rung. The teacher closed the book that she had been reading, removed her glasses and moved front in center with a pen and a clipboard in hand. She was tall and looked like she had been in the military at one point. Her brown hair with grey streaks was pulled back into a tight bun. She was really tall and big with a blouse and skirt with pins on the collar. She wrote 'Private Holt' on the whiteboard. Oh yeah, she was former military.
"You will call me the name on the board nothing more, nothing less. You will call each other by their status followed by their last name's in this room. When I call your name please raise your hand, where you are seating will be your seats for the rest of the semester." Her voice was harsh and right to the point. She scared me to death already.
The only person that was not here was a Dr. Roth but Private Holt did not seem to upset about this though which surprised me. Obviously she knew this Dr. Roth, or she was just impressed by his/her status. Who the heck a Doctor already? No one else in the class was called Doctor.
Private Holt started us off with the alphabet, greetings, and how to introduce yourself to people. Wow this class sure moved fast, the first day and we were already working on this stuff. I was maybe going to have a harder time with this than I thought. I threw myself into paying attention and into taking notes.
Suddenly I heard the door open quietly at the back of the room, I didn't turn around like I normally do, I needed to keep up. A soft feminine voice spoke to the teacher in what sounded like perfect french. If that was Dr. Roth, than she was over an hour late to a three hour class. Private Holt nodded towards the direction of the voice.
"Do not make a habit of this Dr. Roth. You may sit next to Mr. Logan over there. You will be a little ahead of the rest of the class, maybe we can move you to a higher class at the end of the semester." She used a gentler voice with her than she used when addressing the entire class.
I watched her out of the corner of my eye as she sat down next to me and pulled out a purple pen and a blue notebook and started taking notes reminding me to do the same.
Towards the end of the class we got our first assignment from Private Holt. "You are seated in pairs at the moment, those will be your partners for everything for the rest of the semester, no switching, this isn't high school anymore. You will make a script with a conversation between you and your partner. In this conversation make sure to include introducing yourself, some form of hello and goodbye, and state where you are from. Then you will film it and hand in both the film and the draft to me next class. Dr. Roth please let Mr. Logan do his own work and give him minimal help. You have five minutes in the rest of class I suggest that you use it wisely."
I turned to my partner allowing myself to look at her for the first time.
I fought for my jaw to stay in place and not drop to the floor. She was drop dead model gorgeous. She was like a dark angel. She had dark hair that fell in curls and waves to about her mid back. Her eyes were big and so dark they looked almost purple beneath thin rimmed glasses. Her skin was so pale that it was almost gray and I couldn't find a single imperfection on the little skin that was actually showing. She wore a dark blue hoodie and baggy black jeans like she didn't care what people think and no make-up was visible. Her lips were dark and full and looks so soft. I knew this girl from somewhere, I am sure of it.
She was still writing in her journal. I looked down at what she was writing and saw her side of the script in perfect tiny handwriting almost complete. I waited in till she had put on her last period to clear my throat. Dr. Roth finally looked up to me. I was positive I knew her from somewhere but she gave no indication that she knew me.
My thoughts were interrupted by her voice. "When do you want to meet to film and edit this?"
Her voice was live a monotone velvety honey, I knew that voice. "Um... how about after class? I could write my part of the script now and than we can film it." I actually had no idea how I was going to do that, this class was moving awfully fast for me. She must have seen the distress on my face.
"You can use mine as a template and just fill in your own personal stuff if you want. Yes we can film after class. We can do it at my apartment, its close to the school and I will give you a ride." I nodded at her and she handed me her notebook and took out another one to start writing again.
I looked around the room, all the males were staring at her. Apparently I am not the only one that noticed her beauty. Was there anything that was not perfect about this girl? For the first time since the incident and the Titans broke apart I felt like maybe I could get over Raven. I had had the biggest crush on her, maybe I even loved her. I don't know, but I ruined it with the incident. After that she started closing off from the rest of the group, maybe that is why she never told anyone where she was. This Dr. Roth made me forget about her, even for just a few moments, it still gave me hope that I could move on.
Using her's as a template was really easy, maybe she could tutor me.
When the bell rang I handed her back her notebook and she put them both into her her black backpack. "Lead the way Dr. Roth." She stood up and I got a good look at her. She was maybe 5'10" and even through the baggy clothes I could tell through my animal senses that she was thin and curvy. She was tall but not taller than me, this was good, I was self conscious about my height for years, that wasn't something you just get over. I didn't have my growth spurt till age 20!
She lead me to a small black convertible and just hopped in with surprising agility, not even bothering to open the door. "Aren't you afraid that someone will steal this?"
"No one would dare." What did she mean by no one would dare? I barely knew a thing about this girl and I was already hooked. The sound of the engine starting reminded me to get in the car.
While she drove her hair flew behind her causing me to almost drool. Yes, I defiantly knew this person, but where was she from? She pulled into a fancy looking drive in that had big glass doors leading to the lobby. She hopped out again without opening the doors and threw the keys to the doorman. I watched her do this then enter the lobby.
The walls were marble and the floor was covered in thick plush carpeting. Everything was shiny and clean. It reminded me of a really fancy hotel, she must be super rich to live here.
She entered an all glass elevator and pushed the button with the number 15 on it with the word penthouse written next to it. Being in an enclosed environment with her made me smell her. She smelled like lavender, tea, and something dark and mysterious that was familiar.
Dr. Roth pulled out a card from her pocket and entered it into a slot outside the door with the number 01-15 on it. She opened the door and lead me inside to her living room. It was dark. Very dark. There was familiar looking masks, scrolls, books, and trinkets all over the place. There was thick Victorian style curtains that were a dark rich blue, to match the carpet, that blocked any sun from entering the room. There was no furniture except for bookshelves and a coffee table with a fancy hand held mirror.
Oh. My. Tofu.
I found myself not being able to move as I watched Dr. Roth open the curtains apologizing for the little amount of light in the room. Slowly after what seemed like hours but was only seconds I regained control of my body. "Raven? Is that you?"
She turned around sharply, eyes wide with slight fear. Quickly she went back to the calm monotone that was her emotionless face. "Um...no. Who is Raven? You must have mistaken me for someone else."
This was so Raven. I was sure of it. There was so many mixed emotions that were going through my head right now. She must have felt them because her small hands reached up to rub her temples before falling back down after she remembered she was pretending not to be Raven. "Raven I know that it is you."
Her eyes went slightly wide again. "Okay who are you and what do you want from me to cover this up?"
She didn't recognize me. I guess that I should expect this, it has been five years, a growth spurt, and a magical ring later. I didn't even recognize her at first, but still it hurt that she did not recognize her old friend.
"Raven, it's me Beast Boy." I took off my ring to prove my point, allowing my full greenness to come through. Her eyes widened even more with pure fear and confusion. When did I get so good at reading her? She must have learned how to fully control her powers because otherwise everything would be breaking left and right at this moment. The hood on her hoodie was pulled up by some invisible force, blocking her full face from my view.
She took a long, shaky, deep breath. "Okay now that we have got that all cleared up can we please start this project? I have a tutoring session in a hour and a half and I have other homework to do as well."
Was she just going to blow me off like that? Oh. No. That was not going to fly. At that moment I got really mad. "NO! Raven you are going to cancel that tutoring session. You are going to tell me where the heck you have been for the past FIVE FREAKING YEARS! We were all wondering and worrying about you! DO you you even care about your former team at all? You have been closed off from us since as early as the incident. If you are mad at me just freaking TELL me! Don't give me this silent treatment! You are going to sit here and tell me everything! You owe us that...you owe me that!"
I must have scared her because some tears came to her eyes and she sat down on the floor meekly like a child with their hand caught in the cookie jar. "Please don't hurt me." I wasn't mad anymore, now I was just sad that I made her scared. I wanted to comfort her and tell her that the incident would never happen again, but I couldn't. Instead I sat next to her and have her a hug. I didn't end up across the room like I normally do...but she also did not hug me back, oh well, at least there was some progress.
"I am not going to hurt you. You never need to be afraid of me, I'm sorry Rae." Her eyes slightly narrowed at the nickname. There is the girl that I know and love. Yes I said love, like the sister way, sorta. "But I need answers."