Hey guys! Back with another story! If you are reading my other stories, I promise you they will be finished. Sides, don't you hate it when a awesomesauce story is at a cliffhanger, then you hit the end, and it was last updated two years ago? No, that won't happen. But yes, it IS another high school story, but different.

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans

This story was written by Titansoul123.

Chapter 1: Revenge and surprise school field trips

Kori looked around nervously as she fumbled with her clammy hands. She rotated in a circle, biting her bottom lip, looking around worriedly. I don't know what she was worried about- it was for his own good and she knew it.

"Hurry!" She whispered, still watching out for me.

"Okay, I'm almost done. Hand me the stuff." I said, opening my hands so she could put the bag on my outstretched arm. She gave me the bag, and I quickly ripped it open, trying to calm myself if we were to get caught. I shouldn't be worried anyway. It was near the end of last period, about 15 min. The perfume tumbled into my hand, and I sprayed the inside of his locker with it, the fragrance, Angel Kiss, floating in the air. I opened the bottle and dumped it on his P.E. clothes, wiping it all over them. The back of his jersey spelled out Logan. I frowned at it. The Logan family are one of the richest families in the state. That made him popular here.

I hate him. All he's ever done for the last two years was make my life miserable at this dreaded high school, and he knew it too.

Face it, we're natural enemies.

I grab the two items of clothing out of the bag- a crop top with a matching baby blue mini skirt, and hung it on his locker.

"Raven, someone's coming!" She whispered, facing me with a worried expression. I paled and scrunched my eyebrows, thinking.

"Run." Kori nods and dashes down the hall, around the corner.

I stuff myself in his locker and shut the door, shifting to a comfortable position in the tiny space. I wonder how am I going to get out. I imagine all the possible ways I can get out of here, all while trying to focus on my breathing. I always have been claustrophobic.

The footsteps get louder as they approach the lockers, but I wonder maybe if he will walk right pass them, giving me the-

I tumble onto the cold floor, in front of his feet as he swung the locker door open.

"What the hell?" He raises an eyebrow at me, looking me up and down. I get back on my feet and hold back a sneeze, my nose returning to the normal scent of school and not the perfume on his locker. I glare at him and cross my arms, signaling no regret.

"What the hell did you do in my locker?" he ask, sniffing it a little before rummaging around in it.

"What I should have done a long time ago." I spat. He sniffed his P.E. clothes and looked at the new outfit I gave him.

"You made my gym clothes smell like 'a girl', and you gave me a girly slut oufit." He confirmed, pulling the clothes out.

"Now you have two oufits to pick to pick from." I said, grinning. He glared at me, and slammed his locker door shut.

"What the hell is your problem?" He spat, his jaw clenching in anger.

"Says the one who spilled his lunch all over me ' on accident'," I snapped, opening my jacket to show him my now -revealing shirt with a large brown-orange-pink stain smack down in the center of it.

"My apologies, here, wear this instead," he said in a kind voice before shoving the crop top into my hands. I tightened my lips, before shoving it back to him.

"Why don't you put it on your whore girlfriend instead? My treat." I sneered. He shoved me into a locker into which I gladly shoved him back, only right into the principal.

"My office, now."

Me and him competed for who was going to get there first, speed-walking towards the two seats in front of the principal's desk. I was winning, about to snag the first seat, the better seat. But, when I was about two feet away from it, he outstretched his hand, blocking me from getting it, and plopped down in the seat. He grinned at me, rubbing his victory in my face as my upper lip twitched into a sneer. Since he was letting his legs rest on the desk, blocking me from my path to the other chair , I kicked his legs the hardest I could, causing him to yelp as I victoriously plopped down in my chair.

"What is it this time, Raven?" The principal asked, his plump hands folded together as he leaned forward, narrowing his beady eyes. I didn't give him the satisfactory at looking at him, I just fixed my gaze at the cealing angrily. Just because Garfield Logan was rich, they didn't blame jack on him. I swore I saw Garfield grin out of the corner of my eye.

"Did he not invite you to his party? Did he not include you in a group project?" He teased. I hate the principal. All he does is make sure that the students know that he's boss. He's not caring, just intimidating.

"She was just getting my textbooks for me. It was just a misunderstanding." He said, genuinely smiling.

"Is this true, Raven?" asked, still eyeing me. I looked over at Garfield, who had a strained smile on his face. I held back the urge to slap him.

"Yes.." I said, facing the principal.

"Don't let it happen again." He said, just as the dismissal bell rang.

"Go home."

We raced out the doors, to the familiar sounds of keys turning, students laughing and chatting, and footsteps.

"You owe me one." He said out of the blue.

"I don't owe you crap. You said it, not me." I scoffed.

"I saved your ass though. It was obvious to anyone he was going to give you a cruel punishment."

" I could have taken it."

" I should've known you were going to be an ungrateful brat."

An ungrateful brat?

Before I could argue back, he tossed me his gym clothes.

"I want the smell out by tomorrow, Raven. " He shouted over his shoulder, opening the door to his jet black Porsche. My lips tightened as I squeezed my grip on his clothes.

Yea, I was going to take care of his clothes for sure.

"You two should go." My mom said, looking over the form. She was leaning over the kitchen counter with Melvin standing right beside her, her blue eyes moving up and down the list of activities.

"I wanna go." My little sister, Melvin said, twirling a lock of her curly hair.

"Great." She clicked her red pen before signing the permission slip.

"You guys should pack your bags today, it says you guys are going to that camp for about a month.." My mom suggested.

"Who says I'm going?" I ask, looking up from my book, Populazzi.

"Why not?"

"Seems boring."

"You could use some fresh air, though."

"I'm fine where I am." I said, yawning. I made my way to my room to take a nap.

I sat in homeroom, trying to finish some homework I forgot to do before first period starts.

"Are you going?" Kori asked, playing with the red hair coming the rubberband from the french braid in her hair.

"I don't plan on it," I sighed.

"I'm going though." She said, unbraiding her hair, letting all down in red curls.

"Have fun." I said, leaning back into my chair. She frowned at me.

"You are going to leave me?" She whined, her lower lip peeking out.

"Oh please. You'll have your boyfriend." I scoffed, jotting down an answer for one of my math problems. She grinned at me, then stuck her tongue out.

"You know, if it weren't for other guys, I'd swear you have a crush on Garfield." She admitted sneaking a glance at me with one eyebrow raised. I was taken aback.


"Hell. No. I hate him. I would shoot him." I muttered coldly. If any of the teachers heard I would get a ticket to the principal's office.

"I know." She said nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders.

"Hello Ms. Perry?" The announcement came from the middle of the room, on the ceiling where the principal makes his daily calls to us to remind us to have a great day.

Ms. Perry angled her head toward it, replying back 'Yes?'.

"Could I have the following students report to the detention room? Kori, Raven, Tara, and Karen. Thank you." The voice said before it hung up. There was a couple mumbles of 'Ooooo' as if we got in trouble, which maybe we did. I wonder if Garfield had anything to do with it. I'm sure he got the hint that I'm going to totally ruin his P.E. clothes.

Speaking of Garfield, he just appeared in the hall with a couple other students, seemingly to be confused with why we were all going to the detention room.

"Omg, Garfield!" Tara said, shoving me into a locker in order to hug her stupid, ugly, dumb, selfish, rude, boyfriend. I was going to grab a fistful of her blonde hair and drag her back when Kori put hand on my shoulder, looking at me wearily. Tara immediately started making out with him, shoving her hand through his sandy blonde hair. I grimaced.

Anymore of these intimacy hints, I'm going to explode.

We were joined with another group of students, along with Melvin and her freshmen groupies.

"Do you know why we are going to the detention room?" I asked Melvin, ignoring the slurping sounds coming from Garfield and Tara. Melvin shrugged her shoulders.

"Thought you would know. I hope we're not in trouble."

When we entered the room, there were more students sitting in the chairs, facing three people behind a large wooden desk. We sat down in chairs also.

"You all are going to the camp, seeing as all of you guys turned in your permission slips." The principal said his fat hands clamped together. I looked at Melvin. I had said I wasn't going, nor did I turn in my permission slip. She looked away from meeting my gaze, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. I scooted over to her suspiciously.

"What did you do?" I asked her, forcing her to look at me.

"Mom paid me to turn in your permission slip to go when she signed it." Melvin admitted, scooting away from me so she could not feel my wrath. I glared at her, and tightened my lips. There is nothing I could do about it now.

One of the teachers passed out packets. I opened mine and took the papers out. One of them was a map of the camp. It was huge. Second, there is no Tv, but thank god, there is wifi. But we can only be on it for an hour a day. The cabins, there are four of them. Two for the girls and Two for the boys.

Jude cabin, George cabin, Oliver Cabin, and Mary's Cabin.

"You guys are leaving tomorrow at seven thirty, so be there early." One of the teachers said, walking around.

"Thanks for the surprise, mom." I sneered, stomping angrily up to my room.

"You'll like it. I promise you." She said, a smile tugging at her lips as she made dinner.

"Sure, I like bugs crawling up my legs, and cold showers." I said, a drip of sarcasm in my voice.

"Start packing. You leave tomorrow morning." She ordered. I stuck my tongue out at her and closed the door to my room, angrily pulling at clothes and throwing them in my big red suitcase. My mom wouldn't allow it because she thinks I'm obsessed with it, I even snuck my Ipad in, crammed next to my cell phone. I am going to take advantage of that one free hour of wifi a day. Plus I got data on that thing.

I zipped my suitcase closed, and took out my black Jansport backpack, in which I was going to sneak snacks later on at Mid-night, having a good excuse to claim that I was just thirsty. I snuck three six books in there, three fat ones and three little ones,

The Book Thief, Divergent, Project 17, What I meant..., The Carrie Diaries, and Quarantine:The Loners. There. Now, hopefully, I can be a slow reader so I can make these books last a month, because usually I can read these books, and since I'll have a lot of time on my hands, in about a week. I wheeled my suitcase to the front door and put my Jansport Backpack next to my bed.

Melvin and Me walked to where the buses are, along with Kori.

"How long will it take for us to get there?" Kori asked, still eating her Mcdonalds sandwich from her breakfast.

"I don't know. About an hour. Everwoods camp is reasonably far." Melvin answered.

"Meaning I'm going to be stuck on the same bus as Garfield for a whole hour. Yay." I deadpanned. Kori nudged me with her elbow.

"It's not that bad. Just don't talk to him." I rolled my dark blue eyes at that.


More students came as we waited for our bus to pull up. Garfield and Tara came, a whole flock of immature brats behind them, gawking at him. Garfield shoved his hands in his pocket and smirked at me. He was obviously enjoying my pain. Hate him, and his stupid clingy girlfriend. As we filed onto the bus when it arrived, I raced Garfield to the best seat, which happens to be the exit door on the side of the bus seat. I get there first and smile victoriously at him, as he flipped me the bird, in which I ignored. Kori and Melvin slid into my seat, getting comfortable for the long ride.

Yeah, I kind of stole a teeny weeny part of the idea from a book, but I couldn't help myself. This is SO bbRaes relationship. Well, tell me how you liked the chapter.

Next chapter:

"I called dibs on that bed." She flipped her blonde hair out of her face, giving it a wind-blown look.

"Well I got here first." I said, putting my hands on my hips and narrowed my eyes at her.

"Get off the bed. My stuff is on there." Her icy blue eyes darkened as she glared at me. I did the liberty of throwing her pink suitcase off the bed.

"Now it's not."

She screamed in frustration and looked me up and down before grabbing a fistful of my blankets and yanking them off the bed, causing me to fall of with them and onto my back.

"My bed." She threw her suitcase back up, and hopped on the top bunk, taking out her blankets and such.

Oh, how she was going to pay for that.

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