Lolita 𐐪𐑂 Dick Grayson

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"Basketball tryouts will be held in the main gymnasium after school from 3 to 6:30. Good luck knights, let's hope this season is as magnificent as our past one" the intercom slightly screeched from the 'excitement' the announcer had in them.

"You think you'll make varsity this year?" Sophie asked me throwing her phone up and down her hand. I sighed and shrugged my shoulders returning to my unfinished calculus homework I had put off. All these numbers made me nauseous.

"Don't humble yourself, you've been in varsity for two years now" Sophie stated, grabbing my homework and began copying her answers down onto the blank sheet. God was she the best.

"So? The coaches could have changed this year or maybe there's new transfers that play better" I pinched my ear lobe in frustration thinking about my opportunity of a scholarship being taken away because of my not so good record and possible failed tryouts today.

"Apparently the girls have a new coach but we're stuck with Coach Warner" Dean scoffed from behind me. I turned around to face him and gave him a questioning look, "What, I was just helping you out" he replied flicking the middle of my temple.

"How come you can be a complete asshole at times but then your just" Sophie began, pushing her chair out. She bend over to my side to give me back my homework. Dean failed to keep his eyes to himself.

"Then I'm a charming piece of candy, I know Sophie" Dean smirked trying to be sly running his hand through his hair.

"That" I pointed muffled with my pen in my mouth. Not the most sanitized but I've had better, I mean worse. Worse, sure that's it. I shake my head and frown at my very dry phone. No new notifications in the past 5 minutes.

"When's this block even going to start? Can we go to left wing if Mr. Grayson doesn't show up" the boy next to Dean hollered kicking the leg of his desk anxiously. I looked at him and at the door, why is he ten minutes late? Please tell me he wasn't murdered while working his shift.

I close my eyes and count to three. Three, two, one. Nope, my only source of motivation was not here. Chatter filled the class and it was only 7:51 in the morning, what kind of people were they being so full of energy this early.

The door swung open but closed harshly onto the person trying to come in. Once again it was opened but carefully a large bag full of whatever was thrown onto the ground. From behind we could see Mr. Grayson struggling with the bag and his regular every day school bag. What the hell does he need that big thing for?

"Sorry I'm late class, I was very busy this morning but it seems you've kept yourself's entertained" he coughed and smiled looking at the chalkboard filled with hangman doodles and very strange words. Please look at me, please give me some attention for crying out loud.

"Now Monday mornings are never the best so ... " his mouth just kept blabbering and blabbering non stop. A small drop of sweat beamed down the right side of his forehead and mixed into the small hairs sticking up. He was getting buffer, I could tell. His shoulders were more broad and the small exposure of his chest let me see a more toned up collar structure. Where was this when I was getting fucked in his car?

My phone automatically slid out of my grip and into the shoebox he held while walking down my row. I wanted to look up but the view I had was good enough for me. It was weird feeling attracted to thighs out of all the desirable features he had.

"Excuse me sir, but if you don't mind me asking what's in the big bag?" One of the kids raised their hand pointing at the black sack that was slowly becoming a puddle in the front of the class.

"Well, it's seems you all will see me on the court now" when he turned around to explain the sun hit his side profile just right. His flawless skin that was a sweet shade of caramel blinded me. Bright blue eyes disappeared in the light and all of a sudden I felt what Romeo meant when he said Juliet's eyes outshone any star in heaven. The tragic love story I'm in, oh dear.

"You're the new basketball coach?" Sophie replied shocked. Huh? Dick was suddenly at his desk now nodding his head to Sophie's comment. He's what now! He can't be. He's gotta be the boys coach, of course we already have two great coach's we wouldn't want to get rid of. Come on now.

"Sadly, the boys team wasn't in need but Gotham Academy has a great girls team so I'm curious to see how this season goes" Dick grinned smacking a thick stack of paper against the desk. My palms wrapped around my seat getting very heated up.

My leg had landed on top of my basketball backpack and pushed it into my desk hoping that no one would see. Dick's gaze went up hearing the rustling and his eyes flew down to the bag my feet were kicking under me. I felt my cheeks heat up and when I looked up I saw him staring at me.

He smiled when he noticed I was staring back. My eyes flickered intensely that I saw different shades of color swirl around my vision. I didn't really mean it when I wished for a man who could do everything, this wasn't it, this wasn't the plan. Basketball season felt like a burden to my shoulders now. I awkwardly smiled slightly but looked to Sophie who seemed to also be phased slightly by the statement. All of a sudden soccer may be my best hope.