Not the Role Model Type

Chapter three

"Why am I not surprised?"
"Tt."
"Go 'Tt' yourself. What the hell man?! I'm gonna start failing this class because of you."
"No, you're going to fail this class because you skip it a lot."
"Okay, point made, but at least I don't bail in the middle of the class the second my dad sends me a text."
"It's not my father half the time-Anyways why does that matter?! I'll get the reading done before-"
"You said that last time you had one of your 'Family emergencies'! What's the worst your dad can do, adopt another black haired, blue eyed street kid?" You yelled at Damian, sitting across the table from him. Bruce Wayne did have a reputation for that, especially the specific detail. It amused you that Damian was actually his biological son. To some ends at least, that's only as far as the amusement went.

This happened sometimes, the arguments between the two of you would range from loud yelling to quiet muttering under your breath. Sometimes during work times, sometimes even during presentations. At the beginning of the year, the teacher paired everyone into groups of two. Those were you partners for the year, and you had a seat right next to him when you were stuck across from him.

Damian had gotten well used to you spewing insults to him, as you had gotten use to the comebacks at yourself. the entire class had also gotten used to the bickering, sometimes people would throw balled up papers at the back of your heads to either A, shut up, B Take the argument outside so everyone else can work, Or C, Just get married and Bicker at home in privacy already. Honestly, option B was the best.

The teacher? Amusement. It's all she found in this.

"At least I remember what I read." He muttered under his breath, blue eyes glaring at your own glass like (e/c) orbs before going back down to the textbook on his desk. Black pen in his hand writing away at a paper on his side as he wrote down important facts. Honestly, compared to you skipping this class so much and Damian leaving at the end of the day quite so early? It's a wonder how the two of you are the top of the class. He has a reputation for being on top of everything, but leaving with no real explanation at an important time of the day. He'll come back later or an older brother of his will stop by the school and pick up his work so he does it at home. You've only seen one or two of his older brothers, granted you're pretty sure he only has two? One is taller than the other, but you're pretty sure there was a third. Memory recedes you sometimes, but you're pretty sure a large part of Gotham grieved over the death of Jason Todd-Wayne a long couple years back?

Off topic, the entire time you had been so lost in your rabbit trail train of thought, whilst glaring at the taller boy in front of you. You remember in middle school you had been taller than him, but over Freshmen year here he gained a couple inches to his height. And god, was his voice cracking the funniest thing ever.

Here, you got this kid who's always annoyed or pissed off at someone. Brooding in the corner of the classroom to get all his work done before everyone else so he can leave early. Get's called on, and all you hear is a squeak before it finally cracks when he speaks. You can remember in detail the glare he always gave you whenever you would try to hold in a laugh at the tone of his voice. Every. Single. Time.

"Is there something on my face or are you zoning out like an idiot, as always." Damian says, snapping his fingers in front of your face in an insulting way. As if you're just a dog and he's just trying to get you at attention.

"Yeah, there's something on your face alright." You mutter under your breath, eyes casting over him to the clock on the other side of the room. About ten minutes until this last class is over. Then you get to go home.

"Ya' know, Spring formals coming up." You brought the topic up, taking your pen and sliding it in between your fingers and flipping it around like it were a coin.

"Yes, so?" He responds, an eyebrow raised. He paused his word and slammed the heavy textbook shut.

"Boy!! You better be done reading the chapter if you're shutting it like that!" You yelled, a growl in your voice as you lean forwards in your chair.
"I am. As much as I can tell, I finished in less time than you did. What was your point in bringing up that stupid dance the school has every year?" He changes the topic, the smirk leaving his lips when he finishes bragging to you about how much time it took for him to finish.

"Oh yeah, I'm taking your ex girlfriend. Just wanna know what she's like in-"
"Class is over, bye." He quickly interrupts you, an irked mark on his forehead. He knew all too well that you just absolutely loved to bother him. no matter what it was, anyway to get to him was a mark in your book.

He didn't even really date anyone anymore, he found it too tedious and just didn't enjoy it. Theres maybe one or two maybe three girls he's had a thing with? But it never, ever, lasted more than a month. And knowing all the boyfriends and girlfriends you've had, your reputation makes you look like you're the one whose Bruce's Kid, not him.

The smirk on your lips let him know you won this time, these small little jabs were extremely common between the two of you too.

"Bye? Hmph, you're literally in your seat so you have nowhere to be until the bell rings. We have light eight minutes left and I'm pretty sure you're not gonna get a text that tells you to vanish into thin air in the next thirty seconds. Nobody's allowed to leave campus without an adult in the last fifteen minutes of school. Not even the seniors here, so chill out and sit back down." You said, a shrug placing itself on your shoulders.

Damian's face grew hot with anger, God why are you like this, especially to him?! He threw himself back down into his seat and crossed his arms. A loud sigh escaping his lips as he brushed a hand through his dark black hair. Leaning back in his seat and looking pretty much tired, and annoyed.

The two of you stared at each other for a solid minute or two, the class was silent as they quickly finished and had all the focus in the world on their work. Today was the last day before it had to be turned in. Grades were at stake.

His obviously annoyed look on his face, furrowed black eyebrows and blue water like eyes held a burning passion for you, that passion? Well it was anger. He had his arms crossed under his chest, almost a disapproving look on his face as he glared at you. Lips pursed into a still thin line.

You, on the other hand? The victorious smirk that playfully tugged at your light pink lips, eyes glinting and gleaming in a sort of determination that begged Damian to do something you could right. Showing him up in class was pretty fun, especially when almost everyone sees him as an uptight asshole. Not everyone, Damian has some good friends though. Hell, every now and then you see him smile and laugh a bit. It's an odd sight to see, but an amusing one no doubt.

Neither of you could have been out the door fast enough when the bell rang, practically throwing each other out of yours and his way when it came to the race to the door.

Damian had ASB and leadership to go to after school, they ended up having to help out with the sports activities. He remembers, watching you take out an ASB and leadership form as if you were signing up. He actually laughed pretty loudly when it happened, it was uncontrollable and his friend Collin had to get him to calm down. you're pretty sure there was a tear in his eye when he laughed at the idea of you put into a leadership area of expertise when it wasn't involved in sports.

You? Softball practice. Though Damian wasn't exactly expecting the sport they had to help out with today was going to be Softball, especially during your practice times.

What he'd give to have an issue pop up in Gotham right now for his Father to call him to help upon.