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Chapter 7: Greener Than Grass

"Well. I can't say I'm glad to see you back." Raven muttered.

"Eh. Who cares? At least they're slowly coming back." Sarcasm shrugged and made a face at Lust.

Raven only glared. The newcomer? The one and only Envy. The green-cloaked version of Raven was on a bit of a rampage, as well as Lust. Wisdom stuck two cotton swabs into her ears and began reading. Comfort was nestled in a wonderful position on a couch.

"How dare he go about with that mortal! I can't believe I trusted him for a moment! I knew it was going to happen, that son of a--"

"SHUT UP!" Raven growled. Envy did as she was asked, but still her face was flushed and Lust pat her back assuredly.

Closing her eyes, Raven groaned and without a word she teleported away. Back to her own room, where she collapsed onto her bed with thoughts blowing trumpets in her head. No matter how hard she tried, the image replayed over and over inside of her mind, and she could almost feel Envy exploding from Nevermore. Alright. Not almost. She could feel it.

She looked down at the piece of paper fluttering in her hand. The address was right. It had to be. Cyborg's mainframe was never wrong. With a sigh, she walked in; the door made no sound. Even if it did, she doubted anybody could hear. The place was crowded with people, the music blasting down the street. Costume Ball. She cringed inwardly. How did he manage to convince her here? Looking around, she thought she saw a familar "costume". Pushing her way through the crowd, she finally broke through, though the sight was not something she particularly wanted to see.

"So. I guess this is how it is." Her monotous tone couldn't cover the flushing of her cheeks as she stared down at a guilty-faced Red X, surrounded by all sorts of girls. Short, tall, fat, lean, blond, brunette, redheads, etc. etc. The only similarity was that they were all beautiful. There was a sting inside of her that made her feel so ugly inside. He had been in the middle of a wild make-out fest with one of the girls (blonde and lean) when she spoke.

"Babe, this isn't..." He tried to speak but her eyes silenced him.

"Don't bother. I'll walk myself out."

Fists clenched, she blamed herself for actually believing maybe he found her attractive. How could she be so stupid? Nobody found her attractive. Nobody. There was no way that anybody could ever love her. Like her, even. She mentally attacked herself, self-esteem toppling over again for the thousandth time.

Ugly, that's what you are. You're useless. Nobody needs you. Nobody even wants you. Why are you even here?

It was bad enough that she was jealous. And now she was hating on herself because of some boy. Some stupid, worthless boy. He was nothing to her. Nothing.

But was he? Was he really nothing to her? What was Envy's return for, then? Did she really not care? Of course she did. She was part human, she had a heart, she had hormones, she had reasons to be jealous. With a growl of rage she threw a pillow across the room. Though of course, it did nothing to help matters.

"Raven?" She sighed to herself. There they were, all "concerned" for her well-being. What did they know about her? Did they know about her pain, her emptiness, the way she felt when she listened to their words? The way she felt when she was laughed at behind her back? When they called her names? The way she felt...

The way I felt when I saw him there in the company of other girls...?

Again. She smacked her hand against her head, hoping to rid herself of the thought. This was pointless. This was stupid. Just ridiculous.

"Raven, are you alright?" On the other side of the door, the Titans gathered around the door, waiting for some sort of response. Anything. Anything at all.

"What?" The door cracked open, and her face was hidden behind her hood. They nervously shifted their feet, twiddled their thumbs, and all spoke at the same time.

"Are you--"

"Is everything--"

"How are--"

"Might I inquire--"

She blinked once. They stopped speaking. Glancing about nervously, they let one person speak.

"We were just wondering if you were alright." Robin forced a smile, as did the others. She continued to stare. Or maybe it was more of a glare.

"Just. Peachy." The door slammed to a close, the air blowing in their faces.


Wow. It's been way too long. And I know this is short. I'm trying to get back into my creative TT juices. I'm recuperating. Slowly.
It's been hectic, I'm sorry. I just recently moved to a different city, a different school, everything.
I'll try to get back on track soon!