Brothers

Chapter 2

Hey y'all. Glad people are liking the story. Please continue to comment and this is an AU...I guess. #notsure about terminology or whatever but Dick is Robin in this but I'm still not sure if I want this to have to much superhero stuff in it yet. Anyways...ENJOY!

Junior's POV

Mark, Jason, Drew and I sat at our table on the school lawn. I stayed quiet while they talked about Hannah DeGiori. She's hot, new, rich and a cheerleader but I'm not really interested. She's not really my type. She's too...easy. 

"Dude," Mark says with his statement directed to me as he puts down his sandwich on his tray. "Pretty blonde babe at ten o'clock." He puts to some girl behind me but I just check my texts. "Dude turn around." I roll my eyes and turn around to see Bette Kane. She really is a pretty blonde babe. And she's got beautiful eyes.

"Told you," Mark says. The guys are laughing and I turn back around. I steal a couple fries off Drew's plate and he moves his tray closer to him.

"Man when are you going to talk to her and stop being a little bitch," Jason asks me. The others laugh and my twist back to see Bette laughing with her friends and sitting that new girl my dad asked me to look out for. What was her name again? Alexis? No. Aretha? No. Athena? It's something Greek I think. Arcelia? Definitely not. Oh, I know. Artemis.

"Yeah. Just ask her out," Drew says. "She'll definitely say yes."

"Drew's right. She's got to," Mark agrees. "You're the hottest guy in school...I mean, after me of course." He laughs and continues to eat his lunch.

"She's not really up to standard though," I lie. "She's a scholarship kid."

"Dude. If I were you and I really felt that way I would hit it then quit it," Jason tells me. "But we all know you've never cared about that because how you were with-." He stops are the guys say together in a high pitched lovey dovey voice "Annabelle."

He's right. I don't feel that way. I've had a crush on Bette since 9th grade. But I've never really talked to her unless it's Spanish class and even then I don't really talk because I don't understand anything in Spanish. All I can said is "Me gusta tu pelo" and she replied with "Usted es tan raro". But just hearing words come out of her mouth was good enough for me. Annabelle doesn't matter either. She moved away. She doesn't matter anymore.

"Guys," I say to them. "Annabelle is gone. She moved away...to another country. She doesn't matter anymore."

"Yeah. Sure." Drew scoffs. The lunch bell rings and everyone outside gets up and begins to head inside but we stay seating.

"I say that you should make your move or at least talk to her without her telling you that you're so weird in Spanish," Drew tells me.

"Wait she called me weird," I ask him.

"Dude. You told her that you liked her hair after she asked you if you had a pencil," he tells me. They laugh at me.

"Mr. Wayne. Mr. Somers. Mr. Carter. And Mr. Dior. I believe the lunch bell has rung and you should be on your way to period 5," Headmistress Morgan yells at us from the door. "Am I wrong?"

We all get up not wanting to get on her bad side. Mark already mouthed her off this morning.

"Sorry. Headmistress. We were just so caught up in conversation we didn't even notice," Jason says.

"Just get to class Mr. Carter." She closes the door after we're all inside.

"And Mr. Wayne," she questions me. I turn around to face her while the guys keep going and head to class. "You are supposed to be in the office meeting Ms. Artemis Crock and helping her find her way around the school. You are also supposed to tell her what it means to have the Wayne Scholarship and how she can keep it, lose it and sustain a very nice well being here at Gotham Academy."

I roll my eyes. This is so stupid. She's only here because her dad's a mass murderer or assassin or villainy asshole or some sort of crap.

I walk to the office to see Artemis standing there with her arms crossed looking at her foot that was tapping the ground. "Artemis," I ask. She looks up. I put my hand out. "Hi. Bruce Wayne Jr. You can call me Bruce, Junior, BJ, Mr. Quarterback or just 'Hey you. Yeah you. Blonde boy who's name I don't know'".

She smirks and shakes my hand. "Artemis Crock, but you already know that."

"You just came before lunch and I saw you sitting with Bette who also has a scholarship so I'm gonna assume that she told you about it. Just don't get suspended more than once and get on my good side and you won't lose your scholarship."

She scoffs, "You're just Mr. Blunt aren't you?"

"I have to be with someone so intelligent as yourself," I tell her. "Would you rather me go on and on about details you already know." Artemis doesn't reply she just crosses her arms again.

"Where's your schedule?"

She hands me her schedule and I see that she has the same schedule as me. Of course. Dad would give her the same schedule as me. I get to look after an assassin's daughter. Yay.

"Looks like we have the same schedule," I tell her. I begin to walk out the office and she follows. "Do you like gym? Our unit at the moment happens to be archery."