Coming Together

Chapter 5: A Perfect Moment

I'm changing the cover for this story and considering changing the name to "Dreams of Raven" or maybe "Dreaming of Raven". I don't know though... Anyway; enjoy this amaze song and Beast Boy being adorkable please <333

Breathe Gar... Just breathe, she's right there, the chance is here.

But, no matter what I told myself, I refused to release a breath, or allow one in. I just stood there, my hands by my sides and clenched into fists, frozen in place. Rachel stood not too far away, sitting quietly as her new friend Star, chatted away. Their friendship was... Strange, but somehow it worked with Rachel's solemnmess and Star's openness.

I finally convinced myself to do something, which was to not stare. My eyes wandered from the pair to my sweaty palms.

Man up, Gar. The time is now! This is the perfect moment!

"Mr. Logan. Please take a seat."

My body jerked to working mode again, I'd forgotten this was still a math class. Slowly, I nodded and scanned the room for any extra seats. This classroom used long tables in exchange to desks, and the seats were all like bar stools. And, the only vacant one was right next to Rachel.

Speak of convenience.

As I looked up from the unclaimed seat, our eyes met. Her dark irises seemed to dialate for a moment before they turned cold. Great, a furrowed brow and a nasty glare. I thought, She's in no mood to talk.

But I had to try anyway, I made my way over and Rachel quickly looked away, Star leaned over to try and talk to her but seemed to be shot down. Without even caring about my seating in reality, the class had already started. The goth teen was already set up, and her hand religiously stayed on her notebook paper, scribbling down notes. At this point, I was used to not paying attention, and normally scribbled away the class time. But, recently I found myself staring into Rachel's ebony hair, and became lost in deep, normally dark, thoughts.

I couldn't do that this time, for god's sake she was right next to me! Not that I was ungrateful, though... A gnawing voice in the back of my head warned my small crush was becoming an obsession. I tried to push the issue to the back of my mind, but the fact that I couldn't talk to her straight up didn't help my case.

Instinctively, my hand equipped a pen from my bag and started a new piece of art along the back of my opposite hand. Only a few lines could be seen on my new canvas but a perfect image of what it would become stayed vibrant in my mind. I recalled the dream of Rachel where she wished for a set of wings, I could imagine what she wanted so clearly...

"What are you doing." A hiss of a whisper came from beside me and I jumped a little in my seat. I slowly turned my gaze to meet that of Rachel's, which was sneering. Trying to search for the words to reply, I found myself lost in her fair skin and ebony eyes... I just couldn't help myself, could I?

A thought tugged at my mind though, Rachel noticed me? It... Wasn't in a good way necessarily but, the fact that she acknowledged my existence-

"Tch, just please stop drawing. It's distracting." She swiftly cut off my thoughts, returning to her own notes and dismissing me. Realizing this would be my only moment, I hastily grabbed her arm, immediately regretting the decision as she returned my gesture with another heart piercing glare. 'Would you just leave me alone?' Is all her eyes conveyed.

Breathing deep, I waved off any nervousness and annoyed her with my request anyway. It was quite hard to explain why I was going through so much trouble for a girl, and no doubt I began to question my struggle but... Maybe it was the idea that maybe- just maybe- my dreams were trying to tell me something. Something important. So for one last attempt, I finally explained myself.

"I want your help."

She stared at me skeptically, "My help?"

"You're smart, right?"

"... Yes."

"Well I'm not and well, I need your help. There."

"So, you need a tutor?"

I sighed and nodded, "Yes, and I want it to be you."

We both paused, allowing the information to sink in. A part of my stomach twisted in anxiety, afraid she'd shoot me down like a helpless bird in the sky. With one exhalation she replied,

"Okay."

Without even thinking, my whole mind and body seemed to explode with a feeling a content, I fist pumped and slammed my hand on the table. In the process, disrupting the entire class. Everyone's heads immediately craned to my direction.

Shit.

All the previous emotions were replaced by self-scolding and embarrassment. Rachel simply lowered her head, bringing a hand to her forehead in an attempt to shield herself from the peering eyes.

"Now, Mr. Logan," the geometry teacher began, probably bracing himself for a good jape because he so loved doing that. "I understand that Ms. Roth right there may have accepted your "promposal" but I'd be grateful for no fist pumping, table pounding, and mostly... No talking." The class began to giggle and whisper among themselves, my face flushed, not that anyone could see it though. "Sorry, Mr. Grem." I replied, my voice barely over a whisper, Rachel just sunk lower into her seat. But, even through all the blushing, I could swear she was smiling a little.

And, maybe this was a cynical, self pitiful, crooked grin as she asked herself what kind of deep shit she'd just gotten herself into...

Or, it could've been something more positive.

And I was willing to think positive.