Faking It | Dick Grayson

Chapter 1, part 1: The Fitzgeralds and I

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Eleanor's P.O.V.

He was looking into my chocolate brown eyes with a look I could not read. I felt trapped under his gaze. He was too much for my stupid self to handle, with his mesmerizing, ocean blue eyes and his silk, dark hair. His face features were symmetrical and his body figure was built. He surely worked out, even in his fancy tux I could detect his muscle. Overall, he had a good boy look which I don't usually prefer, but with him it was sexy. A million dirty thoughts passed through my mind as I took in his whole being. I cursed myself for being such a pervert, but can you really blame me? It's only human nature.

Suddenly, before I could comprehend what was happening, he started leaning towards me. Was he going to kiss me? Did I want him to? Should I kiss him back? The questions run through my head as my heartbeat fastened. I tried not to show, but I was anxious. When Mr. Fitzgerald told me about my attending of the charity ball this morning, I never would have guessed that it'd lead to this...

-That morning-

"Wake up you lazy ass! Wake up I said! Time to start your day! So wake up! I'm going to annoy you until you do so! I will-"

I groaned as my own voice woke me up. I didn't know what song I should put as my alarm clock on my phone, so I recorded myself instead. Not my greatest idea. I'd prefer waking to music, but I guess my irritating voice helps me wake up better.

I stopped my alarm as I saw the time on my phone. 6:30 am.

"Shit." my eyes widened at the time. "I'm going to be late for work!"

I jumped out of bed and run in the shower. After freshening up a bit I walked towards the closet and tried to decide on what to wear. Sadly, I have to dress a bit more formal at my job so that means no creepy, emo band shirts or ripped clothes. But I manage to still express myself through my work clothes.

I put my strawberry blond, almost ginger, wavy hair up into a lazy bun as I put on a plain black shirt and some fake leather leggings. Instead of my favorable combat boots, I opted for a pair of athletic shoes. I didn't bother with jewellery or makeup, except for one thing: my lovable Deathly Hallows necklace. I looked into the mirror and smiled at my outfit as I then grabbed my backpack and run into the kitchen.

"Good morning Sleeping Beauty, glad to see you finally woke up." the dark skinned girl, with short, brown afro hair and grey eyes that stood in the kitchen making pancakes, told me. Carina Smith, my best friend since Elementary school. Not your cliché 'friends from school since day one'. We didn't even know each other for a whole semester, as Carina is a year older than me. We actually became very good friends through the internet, both of us being huge gamer girls from that young, and later on discovered we went at the same school. I really love her and respect her in many ways... But she's still a bitch for not waking me up.

"Why the heck did you not wake me up? Now I'll be late for work!" I told her as I walked up to a drawer and grabbed my replacement pills. I put them in my backpack for later.

"Trust me hon, I tried. But you are too hard to wake up." she replyed with an amused smile. I rolled my eyes. It was her fault really, she insisted on doing a Harry Potter marathon since I had a day off yesterday and we went to sleep late. But still, totally worth it.

"Pancakes?" she asked me as she nodded with her head towards the pancake she was making.

I took the replacement pills out of my backpack to show them to her. "Does the word 'vegan' mean anything to you?" I told her as I then put the pills back into my backpack.

"You do know there are vegan pancakes, right?" she asked me playfully.

"Are those vegan pancakes? Because I highly doubt that." I rolled my eyes at her as I started walking towards the door.