The High School Dance

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Authors note: Bold is narrater.
At lunch:
Artemis: Hey, you taking Wally to the dance?
Dick: (Falls out of chair) W-W What are you talking about?!
Artemis: I see you looking at him all day, you should talk to him.(She deadpanned)
Kaldur: I second that.
Megan: Me two.
Connor: Me three.
Dick: What? I don't think he likes me, plus Klarion has the hots for him. Don't think I stand a chance against him.
Artemis: Richard John Grayson you are the fucking Son of Count Bruce which also makes you a Prince. You have good looks and are sweet and caring, no guy or girl in their right mind could say no to you and if they have enough will power to do that then just drop your secret weapon on them because no one can withstand those blasted puppy dog eyes of yours! So man up and ask him or I will go fond your brothers and sick them on you.
After she had finished her rant the bell rang for class. Dick happy to be away from Artemis thanks to the bell had run out of luck as he walked through the passage ways of the school just to walk right into his crush, fall and drop all his books while blushing madly at realising his clumsiness then only to turn a shade darker when realising who exactly he walked into.

Wally: Hi, I'm Wally. Wally West.
Dick: Dick.
Wally: Hey!
Dick: What? Oh, no my name it's Richard Grayson but my friends call me dick.
Wally: Oh, ok you can call me walls. Realisation dawned on Wally. He was talking to the frigging Prince of Vampires! He quickly bowed and apologised for being so clumsy only to be told of by dick saying it was his fault. Only after handling that the two boys realised just how close they were and then attempted to hide their furious blushes. Luckily for them they where going to one of the nicest teachers in school who knows when love is budding and was also watching it happen.

Authors note: First update next chapter I am going to get them to be learning how to dance. So wish me luck.

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