Fan Fiction ❯ Last Bell ❯ Chapter 4
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: King Cheetah 
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Suspense | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.18.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 287 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Suspense | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.18.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 287 | Status: Completed
Last Bell by King Cheetah
Part Four - History
I cry myself to sleep each night knowing that I own none of these characters...
Rated PG-13, Robin/Raven and Beast Boy/Jinx pairings. Starfire and Terra with probably get drunk and do something goofy at some point.
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Sweatsoaked and wheezing, Terra and Starfire stood with the other cheerleading hopefuls before the baleful gaze of Lea Camerone, captain of the Red and Blacks. Flanked by her two lieutenants, they were yearbook perfect in their black and red uniforms, like furies carved in bloodstone.
Clipboard to the girl on her left, Lea stepped forward, "At this point, the manual advises me to thank you all for coming and to praise you for your dedication and hard work. Well, that's a load of crap. If you didn't make the cut today, it's because you weren't good enough, period. Maybe it was some minor shortcoming, maybe something bigger. The fact remains that half of you here will leave without pom poms. You'll have other challenges in life, and I can only hope you show more fire in tackling those."
Arms behind her back, she began to pace the line, "We are a special breed in the world of high school sports. Some think that we're nothing more eye candy on the field, a pleasant distraction during slow quarters. Others think that we're some sort of harem for the jocks, trophies to add to both reputation and image. Well, they're wrong. We are every bit the fighters and competitors that they are. We are warriors of dance and song. We suffer the same wins and losses as the players on the field. We urge them on in triumph, we encourage them on during losses, we cry for vengeance in battles of spirit. We do not need fluffers on this squad, we need ass kickers. That, and that alone is the criteria on which you were judged today."
She turned to face the group, "Okay, form up in two rows. As I pass, if I select you, step over there to where Tawny and Babbette are standing and deposit your practice gear in the appropriate bins. Afterwards, we'll clean up and you'll be issued your standard gear and temporary uniforms. Line up!"
Standing proud and erect, Terra and Starfire cast cautious glances to each other and awaited their fates. Terra remained upbeat. Their performance had been flawless to her eye, but then again, she wasn't judging.
Lea passed over the first three girls in line, gesturing to numbers four and six to step to the side. Girl number two broke down crying.
Disgraceful, thought Terra. In the unlikely event that she and Starfire were not chosen, she would bare the result with dignity and aplomb. Girls number eight and nine stepped to the side as girl number seven shrieked "NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Oh, who was she kidding. If she wasn't picked she'd probably punch Lea in the stomach.
The first row completed, Lea moved to the second rank of candidates, where Terra and Starfire were numbers fourteen and fifteen. Girl twelve joined the ranks of the chosen, while thirteen lived up to her numbers unlucky reputation.
Stopping before then, Lea fixed Terra and Starfire with a look, just as a heart stopping notion popped into Terra's head; what if she were chosen and not Starfire? This would be a true test of their friendship to be sure, but she was sure that her friend would get by somehow.
With a slight nod of her head, Lea grinned and whispered, "Get your asses over there, you two." Jubilant, they leapt and cartwheeled all the way to the winners circle, stopping long enough to hug each other along the way.
A dozen dreams crushed, Lea returned to join her companions and addressed the anointed ones, "All right then. Welcome aboard. Things are happening a little faster than I would like today, but learning to roll with the punches is lesson one. As I'm sure you are all aware, Victor Stone, the pride of this school's football program is throwing a dance this evening and has asked the Red and Black to attend to introduce the newest members. This affair is as important as any game we'll attend, and you will accord yourselves as such. Some of you will perform routines, others will merely represent us proudly, but all of you will attend."
Taking a deep breath, Lea continued, "While I shouldn't HAVE to spell this out for you, I will so that there are no misunderstandings. First off, as far as any of you are concerned, this is a dry party. While wearing this uniform, you will always be mindful of what you represent and act accordingly. And by dry, I mean ABSOLUTELY no alcohol of any sort under any circumstance. Short of being held down and forcibly given a beer enema, there is no excuse for there to be a single drop in you at any time."
Rubbing her chin, she said, "Secondly, once this uniform goes on you tonight, it stays on you, and I mean every part of it. As a member of the Red and Blacks, you're in for A LOT of attention from boys (and some girls), some of it good, some not. Use your heads. No PDA, no inappropriate behavior, and no REALLY inappropriate behavior. Pretend your parents are always four feet behind you at all times. You can dance with guys, even slow dance, but again, let common sense guide you. Think of what you represent tonight. And above all, think of what I'll do to you if I catch you flaunting the rules."
Seeing Tawny motion to her watch, Lea nodded and said, "All right, lets hit the showers."
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He tastes as good as he looks, thought Raven.
Robin's bedroom was a roomy extension to the existing house off the back of the garage, intended to be his uncle's study after Robin was off to college. It was large, comfortable and delightfully private, with a gravel walkway that would alert them potential visitors. They'd started kissing by his bookshelf, but his bed was proving to be the better option. She'd gotten enough hints up to that point that he was a hardbody, but to actually feel the muscles in his back, or run her hand across his six-pack was intoxicating. Breaking their liplock, she looked into his eyes as she ran a hand through his tussled dark hair.
Deftly dodging his attempted resumption of their snogging, her mouth darted to his throat where she ran a wicked tongue the length of his adam's apple. Playfully, she gently took bits of his neck between her teeth and softly tongued them. Sighing, he ran a hand down the smooth glide of her belly and hooked a finger under the hem of her T-shirt, drawing it upward. Laughing, she released his neck and grabbed her shirt back down to her equatorial regions. Standing, he grabbed her arm, pulling her upright into his arms. In an instant, their smiles were replaced with want, and once again they shared the sweet tastes of each other.
This is crazy, thought Raven. She'd only known Robin about a week, and yet... it was as though they were lifelong friends. She not only felt attracted to him, this rock hard brooding loner with his own motorcycle, but she also trusted him. The way she trusted Jinx. Last night during the freaky scene at the Denny's, he could have behaved a lot of ways, but he'd been rock solid and in control. It occurred to her that had she not insisted on going home, he would have leapt off the bike and run into the restaurant to investigate. She knew this deep in her heart. She'd never known a guy like him, her previous attempts at relationships falling into two categories; major and minor disasters.
He slid his hands down her back, they came to rest snugged into the back pockets of her jeans, and that suited her just fine. Who are you, she thought. Why are you SO right for me, so much what I need right now. It was almost too good to be true, the fear of waking up always with her. Their lips parted again and she took just a moment to look into his eyes. Brown and bottomless, they were serene and inviting. Moving her arms from around his neck, she slid them down his sides and brought them to rest on his butt as she laid her head on his chest, prompting him to draw her closer to him. You're bad for me, she thought.
No, you're good for me, you just make me want to be bad...
"We better head inside." he whispered. No, she thought, nothing exists outside of this room. At least, nothing that matters to me like you. Sighing, they took a moment to straighten themselves up and walked back up to the main house. His aunt Beth met them in the kitchen, "Oh Tim, I was just coming out to get you. Gar Logan called and said he'd be by in a few minutes to pick you two up. Oh my, don't you look lovely Raven." she said.
"Oh, um thank you ma'am. This'll be the first big party I've been to in a while." she smiled, and by 'a while' she meant 'ever'.
Their conversation was cut short by a mighty whoop from the front door. Strutting and high stepping like Vegas showgirls, Terra and Starfire filled the living room with cheer and high spirits, followed by Ben Drake, smiling and shaking his head, "They were like this all the way home."
Demurely walking forward, Starfire threw her shoulders back and jutted her chest out, "Do I look good in my uniform, Tim? I was afraid that it might be unflattering to my figure." she said, hitting him with the big sad eyes.
"You look great Kori. You were made to wear that uniform." He smiled politely, as Raven fumed beside him.
"I thought that uniform came with kneepads too." said Raven innocently, as Robin gently elbowed her.
"There are many accessories, but tonight we require only the basics for our pageant. Kori, do not lose your focus, for tonight is the beginning of much hard work for us." said Terra looking at her butt in the full length mirror in the hallway.
"Knock knock! Everybody ready to go?" said Gar, sticking his head in the front door, Jinx hot on his heels.
"Most timely, mon ami!" grinned Robin, bumping knuckles with Beast Boy.
"Hey folks," said Beast Boy, waving to the Drakes, "Hey, you gals made the squad! Awesome! Way to go."
"Thank you, Gar. It is good to see our hard work and dedication appreciated. Kori and I will be at Victor's party tonight also. Have you chosen the appropriate slammin' tunes for our performance?" said Terra, still unable to tear her eyes from the mirror.
"Yes MA'AM." he grinned, saluting, "An entire CD of booty shakin' rhythms for your approval. Hand picked and tested by the glorious Jinx, you cannot fail, on my word."
"Excellent," smiled Terra, finally acknowledging the others in the room, "Through careful study, I have determined that Jinx and Raven are the coolest girls in our grade. Therefore, if your music has her blessings, we are guaranteed success."
"Uh wow. Thanks Tara." said Jinx cocking an eyebrow. Taking Beast Boys arm, she said," C'mon stud, you have a show to put together. Ready to go guys?"
"Lea is picking us up in her minivan, so we will see you later." said Terra.
"Tim, We will be very busy tonight, but I hope I have time to enjoy at least one dance with you." said Kori softly, using a combination big eyes and hypno-boob attack.
"We'll see. All right, we'll see you at midnight. Bye!" said Robin as he ushered his friends out the door. As they walked out to Gar's dad's pickup, Jinx and Raven lagged behind the boys a bit, "Got a little competition I see." smiled Jinx.
"I kept fantasizing about feeding her into a woodchipper, is that wrong?" Fumed Raven.
"In this county? I'm pretty sure it is. Don't sweat it. Tim doesn't strike me as being a horndog, and... okay, WHAT are you grinning about?" asked Jinx slyly.
"Nothing." grinned Raven, thinking back to twenty minutes ago. Those were good times, she mused. "Uh hey, I did that thing you suggested last night..." said Raven softly.
"What? The automatic writing? Did you get anything?"
"You tell me." she said, handing Jinx a small scrap of paper.
Looking it over, she handed it back to Raven, "I don't get it. Is this anything you recognize? Are these names or something?"
"No, it's nothing I can think of. Maybe it's an anagram for something." said Raven
"Well, I have a program on my computer for anagrams. We can fool with it later." sighed Jinx, "Right now we got hot guys and a party to contend with."
"You got that right!" grinned Raven, as she glanced at the slip of paper one last time before tucking it away.
"A-Z-A-R-A-T-H M-E-T-R-I-O-N Z-I-N-T-H-O-S"
What in the heck was this suppose to mean, anyhow?
Fade to black....
To be continued.
As always, I use reviews as a barometer, so if you want more of something, lemme know.
Keep reading', keep written'!
Part Four - History
I cry myself to sleep each night knowing that I own none of these characters...
Rated PG-13, Robin/Raven and Beast Boy/Jinx pairings. Starfire and Terra with probably get drunk and do something goofy at some point.
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Sweatsoaked and wheezing, Terra and Starfire stood with the other cheerleading hopefuls before the baleful gaze of Lea Camerone, captain of the Red and Blacks. Flanked by her two lieutenants, they were yearbook perfect in their black and red uniforms, like furies carved in bloodstone.
Clipboard to the girl on her left, Lea stepped forward, "At this point, the manual advises me to thank you all for coming and to praise you for your dedication and hard work. Well, that's a load of crap. If you didn't make the cut today, it's because you weren't good enough, period. Maybe it was some minor shortcoming, maybe something bigger. The fact remains that half of you here will leave without pom poms. You'll have other challenges in life, and I can only hope you show more fire in tackling those."
Arms behind her back, she began to pace the line, "We are a special breed in the world of high school sports. Some think that we're nothing more eye candy on the field, a pleasant distraction during slow quarters. Others think that we're some sort of harem for the jocks, trophies to add to both reputation and image. Well, they're wrong. We are every bit the fighters and competitors that they are. We are warriors of dance and song. We suffer the same wins and losses as the players on the field. We urge them on in triumph, we encourage them on during losses, we cry for vengeance in battles of spirit. We do not need fluffers on this squad, we need ass kickers. That, and that alone is the criteria on which you were judged today."
She turned to face the group, "Okay, form up in two rows. As I pass, if I select you, step over there to where Tawny and Babbette are standing and deposit your practice gear in the appropriate bins. Afterwards, we'll clean up and you'll be issued your standard gear and temporary uniforms. Line up!"
Standing proud and erect, Terra and Starfire cast cautious glances to each other and awaited their fates. Terra remained upbeat. Their performance had been flawless to her eye, but then again, she wasn't judging.
Lea passed over the first three girls in line, gesturing to numbers four and six to step to the side. Girl number two broke down crying.
Disgraceful, thought Terra. In the unlikely event that she and Starfire were not chosen, she would bare the result with dignity and aplomb. Girls number eight and nine stepped to the side as girl number seven shrieked "NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Oh, who was she kidding. If she wasn't picked she'd probably punch Lea in the stomach.
The first row completed, Lea moved to the second rank of candidates, where Terra and Starfire were numbers fourteen and fifteen. Girl twelve joined the ranks of the chosen, while thirteen lived up to her numbers unlucky reputation.
Stopping before then, Lea fixed Terra and Starfire with a look, just as a heart stopping notion popped into Terra's head; what if she were chosen and not Starfire? This would be a true test of their friendship to be sure, but she was sure that her friend would get by somehow.
With a slight nod of her head, Lea grinned and whispered, "Get your asses over there, you two." Jubilant, they leapt and cartwheeled all the way to the winners circle, stopping long enough to hug each other along the way.
A dozen dreams crushed, Lea returned to join her companions and addressed the anointed ones, "All right then. Welcome aboard. Things are happening a little faster than I would like today, but learning to roll with the punches is lesson one. As I'm sure you are all aware, Victor Stone, the pride of this school's football program is throwing a dance this evening and has asked the Red and Black to attend to introduce the newest members. This affair is as important as any game we'll attend, and you will accord yourselves as such. Some of you will perform routines, others will merely represent us proudly, but all of you will attend."
Taking a deep breath, Lea continued, "While I shouldn't HAVE to spell this out for you, I will so that there are no misunderstandings. First off, as far as any of you are concerned, this is a dry party. While wearing this uniform, you will always be mindful of what you represent and act accordingly. And by dry, I mean ABSOLUTELY no alcohol of any sort under any circumstance. Short of being held down and forcibly given a beer enema, there is no excuse for there to be a single drop in you at any time."
Rubbing her chin, she said, "Secondly, once this uniform goes on you tonight, it stays on you, and I mean every part of it. As a member of the Red and Blacks, you're in for A LOT of attention from boys (and some girls), some of it good, some not. Use your heads. No PDA, no inappropriate behavior, and no REALLY inappropriate behavior. Pretend your parents are always four feet behind you at all times. You can dance with guys, even slow dance, but again, let common sense guide you. Think of what you represent tonight. And above all, think of what I'll do to you if I catch you flaunting the rules."
Seeing Tawny motion to her watch, Lea nodded and said, "All right, lets hit the showers."
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He tastes as good as he looks, thought Raven.
Robin's bedroom was a roomy extension to the existing house off the back of the garage, intended to be his uncle's study after Robin was off to college. It was large, comfortable and delightfully private, with a gravel walkway that would alert them potential visitors. They'd started kissing by his bookshelf, but his bed was proving to be the better option. She'd gotten enough hints up to that point that he was a hardbody, but to actually feel the muscles in his back, or run her hand across his six-pack was intoxicating. Breaking their liplock, she looked into his eyes as she ran a hand through his tussled dark hair.
Deftly dodging his attempted resumption of their snogging, her mouth darted to his throat where she ran a wicked tongue the length of his adam's apple. Playfully, she gently took bits of his neck between her teeth and softly tongued them. Sighing, he ran a hand down the smooth glide of her belly and hooked a finger under the hem of her T-shirt, drawing it upward. Laughing, she released his neck and grabbed her shirt back down to her equatorial regions. Standing, he grabbed her arm, pulling her upright into his arms. In an instant, their smiles were replaced with want, and once again they shared the sweet tastes of each other.
This is crazy, thought Raven. She'd only known Robin about a week, and yet... it was as though they were lifelong friends. She not only felt attracted to him, this rock hard brooding loner with his own motorcycle, but she also trusted him. The way she trusted Jinx. Last night during the freaky scene at the Denny's, he could have behaved a lot of ways, but he'd been rock solid and in control. It occurred to her that had she not insisted on going home, he would have leapt off the bike and run into the restaurant to investigate. She knew this deep in her heart. She'd never known a guy like him, her previous attempts at relationships falling into two categories; major and minor disasters.
He slid his hands down her back, they came to rest snugged into the back pockets of her jeans, and that suited her just fine. Who are you, she thought. Why are you SO right for me, so much what I need right now. It was almost too good to be true, the fear of waking up always with her. Their lips parted again and she took just a moment to look into his eyes. Brown and bottomless, they were serene and inviting. Moving her arms from around his neck, she slid them down his sides and brought them to rest on his butt as she laid her head on his chest, prompting him to draw her closer to him. You're bad for me, she thought.
No, you're good for me, you just make me want to be bad...
"We better head inside." he whispered. No, she thought, nothing exists outside of this room. At least, nothing that matters to me like you. Sighing, they took a moment to straighten themselves up and walked back up to the main house. His aunt Beth met them in the kitchen, "Oh Tim, I was just coming out to get you. Gar Logan called and said he'd be by in a few minutes to pick you two up. Oh my, don't you look lovely Raven." she said.
"Oh, um thank you ma'am. This'll be the first big party I've been to in a while." she smiled, and by 'a while' she meant 'ever'.
Their conversation was cut short by a mighty whoop from the front door. Strutting and high stepping like Vegas showgirls, Terra and Starfire filled the living room with cheer and high spirits, followed by Ben Drake, smiling and shaking his head, "They were like this all the way home."
Demurely walking forward, Starfire threw her shoulders back and jutted her chest out, "Do I look good in my uniform, Tim? I was afraid that it might be unflattering to my figure." she said, hitting him with the big sad eyes.
"You look great Kori. You were made to wear that uniform." He smiled politely, as Raven fumed beside him.
"I thought that uniform came with kneepads too." said Raven innocently, as Robin gently elbowed her.
"There are many accessories, but tonight we require only the basics for our pageant. Kori, do not lose your focus, for tonight is the beginning of much hard work for us." said Terra looking at her butt in the full length mirror in the hallway.
"Knock knock! Everybody ready to go?" said Gar, sticking his head in the front door, Jinx hot on his heels.
"Most timely, mon ami!" grinned Robin, bumping knuckles with Beast Boy.
"Hey folks," said Beast Boy, waving to the Drakes, "Hey, you gals made the squad! Awesome! Way to go."
"Thank you, Gar. It is good to see our hard work and dedication appreciated. Kori and I will be at Victor's party tonight also. Have you chosen the appropriate slammin' tunes for our performance?" said Terra, still unable to tear her eyes from the mirror.
"Yes MA'AM." he grinned, saluting, "An entire CD of booty shakin' rhythms for your approval. Hand picked and tested by the glorious Jinx, you cannot fail, on my word."
"Excellent," smiled Terra, finally acknowledging the others in the room, "Through careful study, I have determined that Jinx and Raven are the coolest girls in our grade. Therefore, if your music has her blessings, we are guaranteed success."
"Uh wow. Thanks Tara." said Jinx cocking an eyebrow. Taking Beast Boys arm, she said," C'mon stud, you have a show to put together. Ready to go guys?"
"Lea is picking us up in her minivan, so we will see you later." said Terra.
"Tim, We will be very busy tonight, but I hope I have time to enjoy at least one dance with you." said Kori softly, using a combination big eyes and hypno-boob attack.
"We'll see. All right, we'll see you at midnight. Bye!" said Robin as he ushered his friends out the door. As they walked out to Gar's dad's pickup, Jinx and Raven lagged behind the boys a bit, "Got a little competition I see." smiled Jinx.
"I kept fantasizing about feeding her into a woodchipper, is that wrong?" Fumed Raven.
"In this county? I'm pretty sure it is. Don't sweat it. Tim doesn't strike me as being a horndog, and... okay, WHAT are you grinning about?" asked Jinx slyly.
"Nothing." grinned Raven, thinking back to twenty minutes ago. Those were good times, she mused. "Uh hey, I did that thing you suggested last night..." said Raven softly.
"What? The automatic writing? Did you get anything?"
"You tell me." she said, handing Jinx a small scrap of paper.
Looking it over, she handed it back to Raven, "I don't get it. Is this anything you recognize? Are these names or something?"
"No, it's nothing I can think of. Maybe it's an anagram for something." said Raven
"Well, I have a program on my computer for anagrams. We can fool with it later." sighed Jinx, "Right now we got hot guys and a party to contend with."
"You got that right!" grinned Raven, as she glanced at the slip of paper one last time before tucking it away.
"A-Z-A-R-A-T-H M-E-T-R-I-O-N Z-I-N-T-H-O-S"
What in the heck was this suppose to mean, anyhow?
Fade to black....
To be continued.
As always, I use reviews as a barometer, so if you want more of something, lemme know.
Keep reading', keep written'!