Maybe I'll write an actual book and make actual money and then buy the actual rights to the Teen Titans, since I don't actually own them or anything.

Raven tried to convince herself that the tight feeling in her chest she got when Garfield was talking to the blonde girl was not jealousy. Why should she care if some girl was talking to her teammate? It wasn't like he was her boyfriend. Well, at least not her real boyfriend.

She continued to tell herself that as she went towards him and pulled him away. She was briefly aware of speaking, but she hadn't put too much thought into it. She was more focused on her not-jealously and her not-worrying of the blonde boy. And she asked how he was doing because she was only making conversation.

Raven honestly didn't care. Sure, she might have pressed for more information on his condition, but only because she wanted to make sure it wasn't contagious. She couldn't care less if he was slowly dying or losing his mind or whatever crazy scenario her not-worried brain could come up with.

And when Roy accused them of breaking up, she knew she didn't care. So what if they "broke up"? Maybe then she'd get some peace and quiet. And then he could go talk to that blonde, Barbie Doll Hive student in the princess pink sun-dress and matching heels. Garfield looked like he'd like blondes- not dark, raven-haired pale girls with no defining body-shape or striking features. She was plain; ordinary; boring.

Garfield smiled awkwardly at his teammate after Roy left. He didn't know what to say, and her eyes scanning the room angrily didn't really help.

He decided to take the opportunity to stare shamelessly at the pale girl.

Her face had its usual lack of expression, and though he preferred a smile to grace her lips, she was still breathtaking. And the way she was crossing her arms over her baggy, blue sweater helped show that though she was petite, she had a nice, subtle hour-glass shape.

She sighed again, this time with a hint of frustration as she tried in vain to keep her hair from flying into her face as the hotel's front doors swung open and shut, allowing in a small draft.

Before he realized what he was doing, he reached a hand towards her and tucked the hair behind her ear for her, letting his fingertips brush against the smooth skin of her cheekbone.

His action took a while to sink in for both of them, but after several seconds, both of their eyes widened and they gained matching blushes.

"Sorry," he mumbled hurriedly, pulling his hand back faster than what seemed possible.

Raven couldn't find her voice as she scolded her stomach for fluttering and her skin for tingling at where his fingers had touched her.

"Whatever," she finally managed to croak out. Damn her voice for sounding so flustered. And damn him for making her feel that way.

She needed to do something to douse the awkwardness.

"So it seems I've got some competition," she mused lightly, hoping he could sense the teasing in her voice. And maybe reveal he didn't have a thing for blondes.

Garfield gave her a bewildered look. "What?"

She let out a snort of amusement. "Making a move on that blonde girl," she elaborated with a smirk.

He almost laughed out loud at the ridiculousness of her accusation. "Oh my god! No, no no no!" he grinned with a dramatic cringe.

Raven gently reminded herself that the light feeling in her chest was in no way relief. "What, you don't think she was pretty?" she deadpanned. For some reason, she really wanted to know the answer.

Garfield shrugged nonchalantly. "Not really my type," he confessed.

The dark-haired girl turned herself to face him, giving him a strange look. "Really?" she blurted in surprise. The Hive girl seemed like every guy's type- blonde, thin, pretty, and unmistakable dumb. How could she not be his type?

Her teammate forced out a flustered laugh. "Yeah, really," he smirked, finding her confused expression downright adorable.

"B-but she's hot!"

Garfield's eyes widened in amusement at Raven's exclamation. "Then why don't you 'make a move'?" he teased.

Immediately the pale girl blushed as she rolled her eyes. "Yeah, well, she's not really my type, either."

Garfield continued to taunt his teammate. "Hmm, so what kind of girl is your type?" he grinned.

Raven gently smacked his shoulder as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "The kind that are, in fact, not female."

The blonde boy pouted dramatically. "Awe, you're no fun."

She rolled her eyes again as she directed her attention back to the busy lobby.

Garfield kept his eyes glued on her as he began to think. If he hadn't ever met her, he probably would have found Kitten attractive. He had always sort of had a thing for blonde hair- at least until he realized how utterly beautiful dark hair was. Maybe it was because he found her quiet, mysterious beauty so new and exciting compared to the dolled-up, tanned and toned girls at his school. Or maybe it was the fact that he didn't want to be seen as a guy with a "type".

Whatever it was, he knew it started on that plane several days ago. He couldn't even look at another girl anymore, and it kind of scared him. Why did Raven have to be so... different? Why did he have to be so infatuated by her violet eyes and monotone voice? Or captivated by the way her pale skin contrasted with her dark hair?

How had this moody, un-materialistic, and somewhat creepy girl turn him into a total sap?

"Quit staring at me- it's unnerving."

Oops.

"Sorry," he mumbled sheepishly. He knew he was blushing from being caught, but he felt his curiosity spike as he wondered why she was blushing. Maybe he embarrassed her? She did seem uncomfortable with every single advance any guys had made so far. It surprised him, really- how could someone as stunning as her not be use to male attention?

Ah, home-schooled, he reminded himself.

Raven felt even more flustered as he continued to stare at her, even after being caught. If he were any other guy, she'd ignore it. But it was Garfield.

And for some unfathomable reason, she found him so god damn attractive.

In a purely observational way, of course.

He finally found his commonsense and diverted his eyes from her, and she took the opportunity to give in to her girlish desire and appreciate his appearance.

Blonde was apparently her type, which she found rather annoying and conventional. And the fact that he was taller and kind of wiry miffed her as well, since she found it exceptionally appealing. Overly buff guys never did much for her; hell, she even found Richard a tad too buff, and he was definitely no body-builder. Obviously she liked some muscle on a guy, but more in the sense of toned and healthy. And a six-pack wouldn't hurt.

She caught herself as her eyes traveled towards his abdomen, and she quickly turned away before he could catch her checking him out. That would be mortifying.

She tried to focus on something else, other than the fine male specimen standing beside her. The lavish lobby, her giggling teammates, the glare of the Hive students- anything other than her stupid teammate.

Not that he was stupid in the mental sense. Sure, he was no Einstein, but he was most likely an above-average student. And besides, she always liked being the smartest in the room. The blonde did have his sense of humor going for him- at least compared to her. Though his jokes were lame, she found them kind of endearing. He seemed so innocent and playful, and she liked how un-serious things were with him. Well, most of the time, anyways.

The fact that she could trust him was a big bonus. Telling him about her past was remarkably easy as she found herself unable to stop once she started. And how sweet he had been the whole time- she couldn't help but think he'd make an amazing boyfriend.

Feeling herself blush- again- she quickly shook away those thoughts.

There was no way in hell she was crushing on Garfield Logan.

Hmm... I don't know if I believe Rae-Rae... she seems a little smitten, don't you think?

So it seems Raven is figuring out there's more to Garfield than his good-looks; but I don't think she wants to figure that out. Poor girl :(

And obviously BB is totally attracted to her, but contrary to what this chapter may have portrayed, his feelings for her run deeper than a simple physical attraction. He's not shallow or anything- otherwise Kitten would totally be his type.

Anywhoo, leave a review? Those are nice :)

And I will attempt to update The After Party later today (hopefully)! Lol