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Chapter 3-

Kori's pov

My knees got weak, my palms got sweaty, my hands shook and my head was dizzy. I know I don't like him I just couldn't answer the question its like I did like him but I didn't want him to know.

"Kori are you okay? You don't look so good maybe I-" The last thing I remember was hearing Richards smooth husky voice. What happened? Where am I? I looked around the room to see I was in a huge bedroom that looked like it was for a teenage guy. The walls were blue and there was hardwood flooring, a full body mirror, and over in the corner was a big, black, leather corner couch. On it was a guy. He was shirtless with gray sweatpants on. Even though I couldn't see his face I could see his back and he had been toned muscles. Not too big that they were gross and not to small that made you look like a lady. I looked down at myself noticing I was wrapped in a large thick furry blanket and my clothes were on the dresser across the room. I was wearing plaid sweat pants most likely for men and they were also very think. I wore a black v-neck shirt and black Nike socks. These clothes weren't mine. This room isn't mine. What happened? The curtains were open which let the moon shine through the windows. I decided I should wake up the stranger across the room.

"Excuse me please awake. I'm not sure where-" He shot up and off the couch leaving me breathless. It was Richard Grayson. Now I really wanted to know what happened.

"Are you okay? Please tell me you okay." Why was he so concerned?

"Yes I think I am."

"You think? I need more than that."

"Richard what happened yesterday day."

"You passed out when I was bringing you home. So I brought you to my house and put you on the couch. But Alfred said that it's rude to have you sleep there. The guest room is being redone so I put you in my bed and slept on the couch. I hope your not mad, I didn't know what to do." I could tell he was nervous about something. Why was he being so nice to me. I looked at him up and down. He was really good looking. His hair was all messy, probably from sleeping and his eyes were like deep blue shaddered crystals and they were full of worry. He was staring at me shirtless, alone, in his room at night.

"I'm not mad at all. Thank you." I glanced over at his nightstand and saw a picture. I walked over and looked at it hoping he didn't think I was rude. It was a picture of two adults. Most likely a married couple and they were with what I assumed was there son. They were at a circus and it looked like they were an act. "Who is this? Do you know them?"

Richards pov

She looked so beautiful standing there with her long auburn hair, sea green eyes and my clothes on. My clothes. I liked talking to her, even though it was just her trying to understand what happened yesterday, it was nice. She wondered over to my bed at sat down grabbing the picture off my nightstand.

"Who is this? Do you know them?" My heart thumped in my chest as she asked me these questions.

"Yeah I do. That's me and my parents. We used to be in the circus together. I traveled the country showing everyone my mad skill in acrobats." She giggled at my remark on 'mad skill'.

"That's really cool. Why did you stop?"

"When I turned seven, and this happened on the same day, somebody cut the tight rope in the middle of a show. They both fell. My dad died instantly but when I got over there and my mom told me she was proud of me. They took her away I screamed and cried for days." I sat there and waiting for a response. None. Sighing, I took the picture out of her hands and put it back, facedown on the nightstand. We sat there on my bed together. For what seemed like hours. I turned to look at her face and she looked at mine. She grabbed my hand with hers and kissed me lightly on the cheek. I almost melted right there on my bed but she saved me with her voice.

"I'm not going to tell you I'm sorry because I know you don't want to hear it. It's always the same thing. You tell someone your story about how someone you loved dies and all they say is sorry. They pretend they know how you feel when they don't." It's like she knows how I feel like something happened to her and she always get apologies for it. I want to say she does but her parents died when she was born. Her mom, while she was giving birth and her dad died of cancer before she was born. At least that's what she told everyone.

"Do you know what time it is?" There she goes again saving me with her voice. I peeked over at the clock on a shelf.

"12:48 a.m." I sat there and watched as a smile spread across her face. It was like she had a brilliant idea and wanted to share it. She grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers and pulled me out my door.

"I like to do this a lot when I'm home alone at night." She said while still pulling me, now down the stairs and then she stopped. "Where's the kitchen?" Now I was pulling her. We arrived in the kitchen and she started rapidly pulling out sugary sweets out of cabinets and shelves. "Now we make icecream."Together we mixed different icecream flavors with different foods.

"Nasty, you like this stuff? What's wrong with your tounge?" I laughed as she snorted. I looked at her face as it flushed pale.

"Woah, did you do that? Damn boy control your snorting." She was the cutest creature ever.

"So your a liar now huh? I'll teach you a lesson." I pounced on her while tickeling her tummy and she giggled and snorted and rolled on the floor. I rolled off of her stomach and laid down on the tiles.

"I'm not tickelish. I just like to laugh."

"I think I'm going to throw up. You make terrible icecream."

"Richard"

"Kori"

"Why were you always such a jerk to me and why now do you start acting nice?" It was a question I knew I'd hear from her someday

Flashback

"But Bruce I don't want to go to school. I won't make any friends." Why does this have to happen to me.

"Richard, you are eight years old you need to got to school."

"Fine. Bye Bruce." Bruce smiled at me and left me at the classroom door by myself. My first day of school and it started halfway through the school year. I opened the door to the classroom and saw 18-20 kids sitting in seats reading books with headphones in. I saw one girl who stood out from all the other blonde and brunettes. She had long, silky auburn hair and bright green eyes. She looked up and smiled at me waving. I started walking in her direction when I got stopped by the teacher.

"Hello, you must be Richard. I'm Miss Robinson." She grabbed my hand shaking it and smiled. "Your seat is right here next to Kori Anders. She is very nice. Kori can you say hello to Richard?"

"Hey Richie." Richie, a nickname. The teacher went behind her desk as I sat down next to Kori. "Don't let her smile fool you she's a bad girl. She goes home to her boyfriend and has sex with him everyday after school. I saw her fighting with her husband once about it." This girl is really funny. "So Richie got a girlfriend?"

End of Flashback

I never starting disliking Kori until I found out she liked Roy. Even then I couldn't hate her. I tried to get her to hate him but only got her to hate me.

"I've never hated you Kori and I'm not acting. I actually like you." Her face lit up as she smiled. Like her reflection I smiled. We laid there on my kitchen floor smiling at eachother. I have to admit to myself when looked awfully pretty and I really wanted to kiss her.

"Let's go somewhere. Someplace where nobody can see us."