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Bethany POV

After lunch, I walked to History alone, since Kelli and her friends didn't have honors classes and I couldn't find Dick or Artemis anywhere. When I entered, someone gently took my arm and pulled me aside. He put me in a chair in the back and sat next to me.

"Hey, are you okay?" Dick asked me, his hand was still on my arm. His stunning eyes were staring deep into mine with concern.

"Um yeah…" I blushed at how he worried about me. He slowly released my arm and sat back.

"You looked pretty uncomfortable at lunch," He raised and eyebrow at me, his electric blue eyes examining my face.

"I… yeah. Not usually the kind of crowd I run with," I muttered, flipping open my textbook to the page number on the board.

"Where'd you go? You didn't show up until 15 minutes after I got there."

"I got lost," I said lamely and faced the front, cheeks getting hot.

Dick furrowed his eyebrows, "Oh, God! Sorry, I forgot to tell you where the cafeteria was!" He face palmed and muttered to himself, "Great job, Grayson. Already losing the new girl. Smooth."

"It's fine, really!" I quickly added and touched his shoulder. It wasn't his fault. He looked at me and then glanced at my hand on his shoulder. His cheeks had a slight blush. We both turned to face the front as the teacher walked to the front of the room.

Someone plopped down on the other side of me and I turned to find Artemis.

"Hey," She whispered, "How was lunch?" She quirked an eyebrow at me. I rolled my eyes and waved her away. Why was everyone bugging me about it? I was just freaking sitting with a bunch of people.

"I thought you weren't in any honors classes. So why are you in our Honors History class?" I shot back at her, completely changing the subject.

"Ouch," She feigned a hurt expression, "You know, I'm not that stupid. This is my only honors class."

I smirked at her and she huffed haughtily and reached across me to poke Dick.

"Oh hi, Arty!" Dick turned and grinned at her.

"Look what you're doing to Bethany! You're rubbing off onto her! Now she thinks I'm stupid, too, and looks down at me!" Artemis stage whispered, pretending to be angry. Dick looked at me in slight shock and then quickly grinned at me happily.

After Artemis got in trouble for passing notes (much to Dick's amusement, considering all three of us were passing notes and only she got caught), class went back to its usual drone. When the bell rang, I dashed off to my Advanced Art class all alone. Dick had drawn me a map of the school during History, because neither Artemis or Dick had art with me. I had to go all alone. Hopefully, I could relax in here. I was pretty good at art, and it always made me relax. When I entered, I was immediately hit with the scent of new pencils, paint, and paper, and my shoulders relaxed. I chose a seat near the back, next to the window.

"Okay, class. Please welcome Bethany Ford, our new student," Mrs. Gold, our art teacher announced. She had this soft and sweet voice that sounded like someone's cooing grandma. This was the fifth time that I had to introduce myself, "Now take out your pencils. We are going to do still life today, so everyone draw the pot of flowers that I have placed on everyone's desk."

Small talk filled the air while everyone worked. It was peaceful and comforting. When I was halfway through my piece, I looked over at the girl next to me. She was really small and had dark hair like me. Her artwork was almost done and it took my breath away. It was stunning and it looked almost exactly like the vase of flowers in front of her.

"Wow, that's amazing!" I said softly to her, not wanting to draw attention to us.

She turned to me and gave me a small smile, a slight blush on her cheeks, "Thank you, yours is nice, too," She said it so softly, I almost didn't catch it. She had big honey-almond colored eyes and had elfish features. The first word that came to mind was "cute."

"Thanks, I'm Bethany by the way," Then I realized how stupid that sounded and added, feeling awkward, "But you already knew that because the teacher said it."

She smiled looking slightly amused, "I'm Rose Lavina."

I felt obligated to ask, "Did you know that you're kind of small?" Sorry, pretty straightforward, but yeah, that's what I'm like sometimes.

Her laughed was soft and musical, and her eyes sparkled, "Yeah, I get that a lot. That's because I'm actually 13. I skipped two grades."

I blinked at her, probably with my mouth open, "What? How?"

She smiled sweetly and said, "Well, fourth and fifth grade were too easy for me, so I skipped them and went from third grade to sixth grade."

"Wow, that's amazing," And it truly was. Was that even possible? To skip two grades? Geez this girl is smart. I bet she will be smarter than Dick.

"So, why did you come to this school?" She asked softly.

"Well, I came here by a scholarship from Bruce Wayne. I don't even know what it was for," I said lamely.

"Oh, I came on a scholarship, too!"

"Really? For what?"

"Oh, well.. you know mathematics and science… and art," She said shyly. All I could do was gape at her.

"Dude, can you stop being so freaking smart?" I said shocked. She laughed.

We kept chatting and I realized that Rose was an extremely shy, sweet, and thoughtful girl. She always listened to me and she would give great feedback. She was a really quiet kid, but she was so sweet.

The teacher left to go to the bathroom and I was finally getting Rose to open up to me, until a guy with brown floppy hair came over to us.

"Can I, like, take, like, some of your pencils?" He had this extremely deep voice, like he was trying to make it really deep. Two girls behind him were giggling at him and he had this sloppy grin on his face.

"Haha, Brady stop it!" One of the girls said in a high pitched whiny voice, but then they started giggling again. The grin on Brady's voice grew even larger and more cynical. I looked at Rose and could tell that she didn't really want to give them to him, but she didn't say anything. She was probably too shy to say no.

"Okay, I'll take that as a yes," Brady dumped out her pencil box onto her desk, pencils scattering everywhere and falling onto the floor. He grabbed a handful of pencils and started to walk off. I looked at Rose in shock and she looked like she wanted to cry. Okay, what is with this school?

I stood up and grabbed Brady's sleeve, yanking him back. He stumbled back and turned to look at me with confusion.

"What the hell is your problem?" I demanded. I noticed that the room had gone completely silent and everyone was looking at the exchange between us, "She didn't say you could take them."

"She didn't say I couldn't," He replied, a mocking grin on his ugly face. The two girls giggled again and the room was alive with whispering. I thought about what my response would be for a second. Since this is a rich and prestigious school, I would assume everyone is loaded with money. Thinking back to Kelli and her passé with their Prada and Rolex merchandise, I was starting to believe that the more money that you had, the higher up the social ladder you were. It would probably be shameful to not be rich here.

"Why don't you just go and buy your own?" I spat my words at him. My voice was dripping with honey as I added, "Or are you too poor to buy something so simple as drawing pencils?"

A hush fell over the whispering room and I could see red crawling up Brady's neck, to his face, and all the way to his ears. His whole face was red with embarrassment by now. I know, it was an extremely low blow and probably an extremely spoiled and prissy remark to make fun of someone being poor, but I couldn't think of anything else at the moment.

"Why don't you go over to Rose to apologize and give her pencils back?" I said sweetly through my teeth, but my grip on his arm tightened severely, my nails digging into his skin.

"Okay! Okay!" He rambled tugging his arm around. I let go of him and he staggered back to Rose, who had this shocked look on her face. He murmured a quick "sorry," before placing the pencils in the box and running to his seat. He tripped before he could sit down, and I noticed that his face was still beet red.

When the teacher re-entered the room, Rose whispered a quiet "thanks" to me and I just smiled back at her. I think I just made my third friend.

I exited the art room and someone lightly tapped my arm.

"Hey, Dick," I said casually, "Were you waiting outside for me?"

"Yeah," He said motioning to walk with him down the hallway. "Next class is gym and we have that together. I wanted you to meet someone."

Dick was speed walking down the extremely crowded hallway. He skillfully maneuvered his way around crowds and in between people, occasionally looking back at me to make sure I was there. Finally, he stopped in the middle of the hallway and waited for me to catch up to him.

"Here, this will be easier," He grabbed my hand and gently pulled me along, going slower this time. My heart was beating really fast thinking about out hands together.

I was disappointed when he released my hand when we arrived at the gym.

"Okay, you have to go change into your gym clothes in the girls' locker rooms. See you inside!" Then he was gone. Geeze, he always disappears like some sort of freak ninja.

I got into my school gym uniform, which consisted of navy running shorts and a white cotton shirt. I decided to throw my hair up into a high pony tail. I was nervous. Who did Dick want me to meet? Was it one of his friends?

I entered the chilly gym and spotted Dick and Artemis talking to this red haired girl that was about my height. I approached them warily. His friend was a… girl?

"Bethany, meet Barbara Gordon. Barbara meet Bethany Ford," Dick happily announced, making gestures between us.

"Hi," Barbara put her hand out to me and I shook it carefully. I studied her face quickly, trying to gather as much as I could without looking like I was awkwardly staring at her. She must be about the same height as me, 5''5. She is pretty fit and slightly muscular, but not as muscular as me, so that would make her around 115 pounds. Judging by her posture, the way she didn't shyly shake my hand, and the volume of her voice, she is a confident and sure person.

I moved to stand next to Artemis, and then noticed that Barbara had also been sizing me up at the same time. The sound of a whistle blowing loudly woke me up from my trance.

"Okay, my little muffins! Time to play some dodgeball!" Coach Powers yelled in our ears.

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