A/N: This is in Wally's POV.
Wally groaned as he shifted up from his cozy and warm bed and sat up on his bed smiling wide.
He has no idea what the cause of his happiness this early in the morning but he wasn't going to question anything just yet. His luck might change its course. He
rose from the bed to walk out of his bedroom and as he passed his mirror he glanced at himself and continued walking absentmindedly to his destination.
His steps however faltered when his brain really processed what he saw in the mirror a few seconds ago. He turned and ran back to the mirror and gaped at his
reflection. What did he do last night? And with who- scratch that, what he spent his night with.
He looked like some type of creature, that has no mercy on good-looking redheads, mauled him.
He looked like he barely escaped with his life or more importantly his face! What were those things that have seemed to take residence on his face and neck.
There were half-mooned crescent marks on his shoulders and on the skin under his earlobes. His eyes traveled up from his shoulders and closely examined his neck when he felt his eyes widen considerably large. There was a love bite on his neck. A damn love bite.
So the question of what he did last night has been solved. He was with a lady friend! He almost slapped his forehead in annoyance for not realizing it sooner. Although he was oddly relieved that it was the reason for his current state. He wiggled his eyebrows at himself you. Wally West, you stud you.
He sighed with relief. His overactive imagination was creating all this different types of scenarios where a sorceress kidnapped him and she used him for her unspeakable fantasies. He shuddered in fear. He really needs to stop watching those absolutely ridiculous horror movies Dick insists to watch almost every nighthe stays over at the Cave.
Not that being kidnapped by a sorceress is necessarily a bad thing. Like Circe she's not too bad of a person once you look behind the fact she- no she's pretty crazy. He growled in irritation as he struggled to get back on his first train of thoughts.
He shakes his head and realizes what he needs to do right now is to take a nice long hot shower so he can just relax. His long legs led him to the bathroom, which was down the hallway fromhis room, as he extended his arms to twist the knob around; it suddenly opened itself. Maybe he was wrong about magic after all. His brows furrowed in confusion.
However, before he had anytime to react, the door to the bathroom swung open. Steam surrounded the air and he squinted his eyes to locate the identity of theintruder. He regrets his curiousity because what his eyes found almost resulted in his knees almost giving out for the second time today.
My mouth opened and then closed continuously for what seemed like hours.
"Are you going to just stand there and look like a fish out of water or let me pass through so I can change my clothes?" said a voice he knew all too well.
"Artemis?" I choked out.
I stared at the blond archer disbelievingly as if she was an illusion that appeared with the steam. Artemis was in my house in nothing but… a towel.
If Artemis was ever in his house willingly with a lack of clothes then there must be magic involved. Yet, he was content with that. As long as he doesn't have an arrow pointed to his chest, he's at ease with her in only a towel. She can stay like that all day. God knows he won't be thinking about arguing with her.
Just before he went to grab the girl who was a constant in his thoughts to show her what he really wanted to do, a loud voice interrupted him. Unfortunately bringing him back to reality.
"Mr. West!"
His head snapped up and his bleary eyes suddenly turned wide with awareness as he examined his surroundings. Great. He was in English class and he was daydreaming again.
" Mr. West" Mr. Foster asked snidely, "Have you been paying attention at all for the past 45 minutes?"
I easily repeat what the old man was trying to imprint in the other students and he did it even better.
Mr. Foster glared at him suspiciously as his eyes darted around Wally's desk to catch him if he was cheating. However, he gave up his search to out Wally and resumed with the lesson.
He grabbed his hair as he leaned back on his chair and silently groaned.
She was back in his thoughts again and ruining his education at the same time! Artemis Crock was just an annoying pest that constantly demands being given attention. Who cares that she looks better in just a towel than any other of her clothes? He scoffed silently.
He sure as heck doesn't.
Images of her in that towel and just images of her in general were flipping through his mind like a photo album.
He ran a hand down his face and looked up at the ceiling.
He cares.
He cares a whole lot more than he's willing to admit.