About THAT Night (Dick Grayson x OC)

Chapter 32

*One month later*

"So I have graded your projects for this course, and most of you passed. Congratulations," the professor announces. No one cheered for that. They were all waiting for one thing and the Professor knew that. He glances around the classroom, only to notice one particular student waiting intently on his next words.

He smiles to himself as he watches Tina scratch her head with her pen. After her incident with her show, she still showed up to class and still designed even when her arm was in a sling.

"The person who won the free trip to Paris is Ms. Remington," scornful looks aim towards Tina, but she just shakes it off and focuses on him. In all honesty she busted her ass over that show. The rest of the students were barely average.

"Many of you wonder why I chose her. I can give you a list of reasons. 1) her fashion show was well organized. 2) her creativity was evident throughout her entire show. 3) she gave detailed explanations of her clothing via her pamphlet 4) she kept the audience engaged 5) she showed a wide range of variety with her clothing. Students I can go all day, but I'll spare you that." He chuckles to himself. When he realizes no one was laughing with him, he clears his throat and continues with his lecture.

"She met the requirements, and went beyond that, so congratulations. However, I do have to give you a few critiques," he states. "Sir, do you mind if you can tell me after class?" She asks suddenly.

"Aww, Ms. Perfect doesn't want us to know that you aren't perfect?" One of his students scoffs. Oh boy.

*Tina's pov*

"Excuse me?" I really don't want to beat a bitch's ass today. I just want to go home and pack for my trip to Paris. I wonder what souvenirs I can bring back.

"You heard me, hood rat!" She stands up from her desk to fling my backpack to the floor. While she's yelling she keeps pointing a finger in my face. Oh boy, I think my shoulder is doing just fine today.

"SIT DOWN!" The professor shouts. She ignores him, and continues her ranting.

"Ever since you've walked in this class you act like your superior to everybody!" She continues. I turn away from her, and mentally tune her out. What am I going to wear when I go to Paris? I need to get a French beginner's booklet for small phrases.

"Hey you hear me?!" She's still going?

"I think there's a ghost in the room," I chuckle. "Look, honey. I don't have time to bother with you," I say truthfully. I pick up my backpack from the ground, and wipe off the dust. I stand up, but she pushes me down. My injured shoulder hits the desk sending a jolt of pain down my arm. Damn it!

"Girl, what the fuck are you doing? She's not going to fight you," her friends explain to her as they pull her away from me. "THAT BITCH CHEATED!" She yells as I slowly rub my shoulder to ease some of the soreness before I stand up again.

"PUSSY! You're nothing, but a gold digging hoe who sleeps with anybody to get what she wants. You think your trash ass boyfriend is going to stay loyal to you? I had him too!"Did she just try to bring my boyfriend into this? I roll my eyes at her dramatics and turn to her.

"Sweety, I am not a mirror and be real. That excuse is old and used, like your designs. Stop trying to put others down to bring yourself up," I tell her. She bites her bottom lip as if to keep from crying, but I really don't care.

"Oh and my man's name is Dick Grayson. I'm sure he's had you before, but I'm pretty sure you're in his book of forgettables," I chuckle loudly enough for her to hear. "W-wha-" I raise my hand up to cut her off. "Don't try me you're already skating on thin ice," I say menacingly.