Teen Titans Fan Fiction ❯ The Raven Records ❯ Awkward ( Chapter 3 )

The Raven Records

The recollections of a half-demon superhero

Awkward

 

I hate myself.

Well, no, not myself.

I guess, I just hate what I did today.

(I don't even want to talk about it.)

(No, seriously, I don't.)

…

…….

(Oh fine.)

(Damn journal.)

(Because I refuse to acknowledge that you're a diary.)

….

Anyway.

I still can't believe I did it.

Beast Boy had finally stopped staring. But now he was avoiding my eyes.

(I still don't understand him.)

Oh gods, and he was just so goddamn annoying. I just wanted to…

(Not hurt him. He's too-

(No! I won't say it! Beast Boy is the last possible person I will ever ever find attractive!! He is not cute in any way or form and he is certainly the `ladies' man' he constantly refers to himself as!)

Back to the matter at hand.

I could tell he wanted to look at me. He was facing me, his head turned in my direction, but off a bit with his head bowed as if he was peeking at me through the corner of his eye.

(Which was just annoying.)

So I stood up…

…And slapped his head with my book.

Now looking back on it, it was probably not the smartest thing to do. I suppose I could've yelled at him again.

But instead I hit him.

Which was actually kind of awkward.

Because he just kind of stared at me.

I stared back.

(I wasn't even glaring.)

We were just staring, wide-eyed at each other, with this pregnant silence between us, and I swear you could bounce a ball off the tension in the air.

And we just kind of…

…Stared…

….

……

And that was starting to creep me out, so I hit him again.

(Which just proves my insanity.)

(Oh gods it's horrible!)

And then he cracked a grin, and I swear I felt this funny… feeling in my stomach.

Then he opens his mouth, and I feel that funny buzz turn to something different… something like annoyance… or a dull hatred.

(No.)

(Not a dull hatred.)

(Because that's something completely different.)

He says, and I quote: “There are other ways to get rid of those repressed emotions.”

Then he wiggled his eyebrows in that suggestive way.

I didn't even bother to slap him again.

Gods, why am I such an idiot?