A/N: In this story, the Teen Titans are regular teenagers who go to a regular school and tackle regular problems. Their main personality traits are the same, and I tried to tie in the aspects of their powers as best I could. The Teen Titans do not start out as best friends in this story. They all know each other by sight, but they really get to know one another in this story. So this is basically the story of how the 'regular' Titans meet.

Oh yeah, and before I forget, I do not own the Teen Titans or any other TV characters mentioned in this story.

As Raven walked into her fourth period history class, her violet eyes performed their regular examination of the classroom. Although she was into the second week of her sophomore year of high school, her eyes still seemed to think that this was only the first day.

There were only five other people in the classroom, apart from herself. Since her third period class, chemistry, was in the same hallway as history, she was always one of the first people in the classroom.

Raven walked briskly to the far end of the classroom to reach her desk. She dropped her black backpack heavily to the ground, and slid ungracefully into her seat, some of her long black hair swishing into her face as she did so. She impatiently pushed it out of her eyes and unzipped her backpack. Inside were at least five heavy books and many notebooks and binders. She pulled out one of her notebooks and placed it onto her desk.

As soon as she had put her notebook on her desk, she heard a squeal. Raven rolled her eyes. She did not have to look to discover the source of that noise.

Terra and Kori. Both cheerleaders, popular, outgoing, and, to put it shortly, everything Raven was not. Raven grudgingly allowed herself to look up and see what the cause for the squeal was.

Terra was talking animatedly to Kori, her hands waving in the air as her mouth moved about a hundred miles an hour. Kori was giggling in an annoyingly girlish way, one of her slender hands pressed over her mouth.

Deciding that this was a conversation she did not want to eavesdrop on, Raven pushed the left sleeve of her dark green shirt up a few inches so she could check her watch. The small digital clock read, '9:56.' Only one more minute, and the bell that signaled the beginning of class would ring. And he would be coming into the room in three…

Two…

One…

Raven felt her breath catch in her throat as she looked toward the door. Her cheeks flushed, and she suddenly became conscious of the fact that she had spilled water on herself as she had cleaned up her chemistry experiment the period before.

Garfield began walking his usual direct route to his seat, but was immediately forced to take a detour due to the fact that half of the class had started cheering and blocking his way. The reason why was apparent immediately.

Garfield had dyed his hair green.

Every school year since fifth grade, during the second week of school, Garfield dyed his brown hair another exuberant color of the rainbow. He had started with neon yellow, and worked his way through all the colors until he had reached his favorite, green.

Raven could not help but think that green suited him best out of all the colors he had tried. Garfield usually wore earthy colors, so the green fit in as part of his regular attire. It also matched his emerald eyes perfectly.

Garfield took his seat, after humbly waving away all the cheers for his new hair color, as the bell rang. Raven felt her cheeks grow warmer as his eyes met hers for a second before he turned around to face the front of the classroom.

"All right, everybody, settle down," Their history teacher, Mr. Funkaa entered the room, late as usual. The chatter died down immediately, save for a shrieking giggle produced by Terra.

"Sorry," she murmured as the whole class turned to look at her.

"Today," Mr. Funkaa began talking once more, and the class quickly turned to look at him, "we will be assigning partners for our projects on Ancient Egypt."

Raven, who had been doodling absentmindedly on the back cover of her notebook, looked up. She was greatly interested in Ancient Egypt, and was very excited to finally start on the project they had been told about a week before.

Mr. Funkaa pulled a sheet of paper out of a folder that had been lying on his desk. Raven heard a scrape of metal on tile, and looked to her right to see Terra scooting her chair closer to Kori's. She rolled her eyes for the second time that period.

Mr. Funkaa had also noticed this, but his reaction was less sarcastic. He smiled slightly before saying, "Sorry girls, but I have assigned partners for this project."

Terra slumped in her chair and pushed herself back to where her assigned seat was.

"When I call out your names, please sit by your assigned partner. Now, since the two of you –" He glanced toward Terra and Kori, "seem to want to know who your partners are, I will not delay in telling you any longer. Terra, you will be working with Garfield."

Raven felt her spirits sink and rise at the same time. She had been hoping to be paired up with her green-haired crush. On a happier note, now that she knew she was not paired up with Terra, she did not have to worry about having a squealing cheerleader for a partner. Nevertheless, she felt a pang of envy as she watched Terra pick up her backpack and flounce over to take the seat next to Garfield.

"Kori, your partner is Raven."

Raven shook her head slightly, sure that she had misheard. She was paired up with Kori? She had to work with a squealing, over-excited cheerleader who was probably going to make her do all the work?

Raven sighed softly as she picked up her backpack in one hand and her notebook in the other and crossed the classroom to sit in the empty seat by Kori.

"Hi," Kori whispered. She was smiling from ear to ear, looking as happy as she would have if she had been paired up with Terra.

"Hi," Raven repeated, trying to sound happy. She managed a small smile. She placed her notebook on the desk in front of her, dropped her backpack to the floor, and sat down. Her hair swished into her eyes again, and she hastily tucked it behind her ears.

'I should get it cut soon,' she thought as Mr. Funkaa read out the rest of the partners.

"Now, I want one partner to come up and pull a topic out of this hat," Mr. Funkaa, who had just read the last pair of students, held up a blue baseball cap. Although he was holding it upside down, Raven could still read the baseball team name embroidered on it: Boston Red Sox.

Kori jumped out of her seat immediately and half-skipped half-walked up to where Mr. Funkaa was holding the hat. She reached in and pulled out a small, folded slip of white paper. She hop-stepped back to her seat, unfolded the slip of paper, and smoothed it out on the desk between Raven and herself.

"Briefly outline the history of the Valley of the Kings, then give a detailed report on five of the more well-known and/or intricate tombs. Include pictures, maps, and (if available) charts." Kori read the slip of paper aloud.

Raven whipped her notebook open, quickly found a pen in her backpack, and began writing.

"We should definitely include the tomb of King Tutankhamen," she said shortly, hastily scribbling everything she knew about the boy pharaoh across her notebook page.

"Oh, yes," Kori agreed excitedly. She bent down so as to get something out of her purple backpack, which made her next sentence muffled. "We should also write about Hatshepsut."

"How do you know about Hatshepsut?" Raven asked as Kori straightened up, a red notebook in one hand and a neon pink pen in the other.

"I love Ancient Egypt," Kori said, as her smile grew wider. "I've been interested in it since we did those projects in 7th grade. I did a report on the mummification process. You were in my class, right?"

"Yeah. I did a report on Tutankhamen. It was so long and drawn out that everyone zoned out after the first minute."

"I didn't," Kori's smile softened from an enthusiastic grin to a friendly smile.

"Thanks," Raven smiled back. She was beginning to think that doing her Egypt project with a cheerleader was not going to be so bad after all.