Disclaimer: Sorry, I don't own Teen Titans. –sweatdrop-

Author's Note: Sorry, characters may be OOC…And this isn't really clear, but I guess this is sort-of AU-ish, because while this IS a high-school fanfiction, I guess the Titans have toned-down versions of their powers…EX – Jinx can will bad things to happen, Wally's super-fast for a human, Beast Boy can do really good imitations of animals, Aqualad can swim very well and fish…follow…his commands…I think you get it…

Hex: A Tale of Childhood Frienemies – Chapter One

Jezebel Alyss Hex was bad luck.

Well, not to herself, but for everyone that incurred her wrath. In fact, there was a myth in Jump City High,Home of the Titans, that if you made the senior student (back then, she was a freshman) angry, you might as well just throw yourself down a tall building within the next ten minutes, because for the next week, you would be plagued by various annoyances. (Examples were bee stings, spider bites, lost homework, textbooks missing, and occasionally, a few broken bones or so. Once, a girl even had her boyfriend break up with her.) Rumor had it that at the tender young age of six, she had thrown a tantrum at her parents for not getting a certain toy, and they died in a car accident the next day. (She lived with a distant cousin, Rachel Raven Roth, who was widely known as simply, Raven.)

Everyone wanted to get on her good side. Most didn't want to be victims of relentless annoyances (and a few broken bones), but a few were truly friends with her.

Kori Anders, the bubbly red-headed cheerleader, rather admired Jezebel (known as Jinx, mostly because the pink-haired girl hated her given name.). She was popular, but it didn't go to her head like most people. In fact, Jinx seemed disgusted at the attention. The girl, who had loyal friends even if the numbers were rather low, preferred solitude and liked to work alone rather than in a group. Jinx was fast, and she was able to perform acrobatic stunts that wowed everyone. (Even if Jinx had been practicing alone.) She was pretty, with her pale-pink eyes that resembled a cat's eyes and her naturally wavy pink hair that was straightened every morning and pulled into a ponytail or plait. (Her pink hair was the result of her mother's attempt to highlight the then-blond five-year-old's hair, and had left the dye on too long, causing it to become permanently pink.) She was tall and thin. Tall, but not too tall. Thin and leggy like a model. (Although without a model's usually most famous assets.) All in all, Kori Anders admired Jinx because she stood out in a crowd without even trying.

Kori knew that although Jinx exhibited a cold exterior that warded off the many people that had tried to get close to her in order to get on her good side, the senior had a kind heart on the inside.

She remembered that first day in Jump City High, when she was still new to American customs after arriving from Italy a few weeks before, and the moment when she first met Jinx. Kori had tried her hand at cheerleading, and was very good, but the head cheerleader at the time, a mean girl named Kitten, sneered and said, "Sorry Anders, we only want cheerleaders that can speak English."

Kori turned away, humiliated and unable to think of a retort. She knew what she would say if she were in Italy, but this was America, and the grammar was so different, what if she accidentally complimented her…?

"Oh, I guess that means you can't be a cheerleader, Blondie." Someone said coolly, her hand on Kori's shoulder. "Because apparently, the only language you speak is Blonde. I don't know about you, but I can understand Italian, but I only speak a little of Blonde. I know this much though—" At this point, she turned her head to see a girl with pink hair—Oh, how curious! Did all Americans have such strange hair color?—smirking at Kitten. "—You. Bitch."

"Okay, just who do you think you are—Jinx!" Kitten's mouth dropped open, and her blue eyes darted around the gym in fear. "Anders can join the team!"

"Thank you." Kori said later, when she and the pink-haired girl were sitting on the bleachers watching the track team try-outs. "You are most kind, Friend Jinx. That Kitten is most unpleasant to face in verbal combat."

"It's nothing." Jinx said, a small blush creeping up her pale, pale cheeks. "I hate her."

"I do not understand why she did not continue the battle of words when she saw who she was speaking to though." Kori said, her green eyes studying her new friend's face. "Is she afraid of you?"

"There are…rumors concerning me, Kori." Jinx said softly. "I am bad luck when I am angry, and the one I am angry at suffers."

"These rumors, are they true?" Kori asked, cocking her head innocently.

"Would you turn away from me like everyone else if I said they were true?"

"Would you stay friends with me if I said no?"

"……….." Jinx didn't say anything, and her eyes were staring at the track team. She was smiling. "Yes."

"Then no." Kori said. "I would not if you and I became friends."

Kori attracted people like food attracted ants. She collected friends like some people collected stamps. And since she was constantly by Jinx's side, her friends became Jinx's too. (Well, some of them.)

Kori considered Karen Beecher, Jinx and her distant cousin, Raven, to be her best friends. They knew things about each other no one else knew. Jinx, though distant and cold with everyone else, seemed to become a different person around them. Raven was like Jinx; distant and cold with all, but her happy and cheery side appeared around three people most: Jinx, Karen, and Kori. Kori got even cheerier, if possible, around the other three. Karen was still the same.

Of course, there were things that the four did without two of the other two sometimes. Raven mostly preferred to meditate before her dates with her handsome and energetic swimmer boyfriend, Garth, with Jinx rather than with Kori or Karen. Jinx preferred to go shopping with Karen rather than with Raven or Kori, and she preferred to eat with Raven rather than Kori (The girl put the weirdest things on her food…) or Karen. Kori…well, Kori had so many other friends, she didn't really couldn't really pick. Karen preferred to talk about Victor Stone, her boyfriend, with Jinx rather than the other two. (Only Jinx understood Victor's charm like Karen did. After all, they had only briefly dated.)

But back to the story.

As Kori drew circles on the desk with her index finger (as the English teacher droned on and on and on…), her eyes caught the movement of Richard 'Robin' Grayson's pencil. She sighed dreamily as he looked back at her and waved.

Jinx, on the other hand, was flipping through her English novel mindlessly. "Ugh, who actually reads this crap?"

"Hey, Jezebel." Someone hissed, jabbing her in the back with a pencil. "Can I borrow your eraser?"

Jinx's head whipped around, and she glared at the person sitting behind her. He obviously did not know who she was or he would—Oh. It was him. Wally 'Flash' West. "Sure." She said in exasperation, not even bothering to snap at him. He would just continue bothering her until she did as he asked. "Why not?"

"Thanks Jezzie."

Jinx rolled her eyes and turned back to the novel, her mind reeling as it always did after an encounter with Wally. She had known him well enough in elementary and middle school. After that but before the rumors about her began, he moved to Star City, the rival high school across the lake. He returned to Jump City after his uncle agreed to let him live in an apartment near the high school for his senior year. He already knew everyone in the school, having been in classes with most of them.

Wally West was an enigma.

He was super fast, almost impossibly so. (Most males in his family were.) He had red hair that gave the impression that he was Scottish or Irish. (In truth, he was part-Irish, part-Scottish, and (1) part-Dane.) His eyes were shockingly blue, and sometimes, they seemed to Jinx as if they were reading her heart. He was taller than her by a head, and he always seemed to rub it in. And as hard as she tried, he was insusceptible to her bad luck. (She always assumed he was too fast.) He was cheery and annoying. He called her Jezebel when no one else did. He was well-read, though annoyingly dense and stupid at times. He was rarely stern. The most random things came out of his mouth sometimes. (For instance, he could be talking about math, and then—"Do you think they'll ever make a pizza flavored with candy toppings?") And although he was fast, he wasn't on the track team. ("Too much bad memories with track." Was his only explanation.)

"Jezebel." He whispered, and without even turning back, she held out her hand and he placed the eraser in her palm.

A tingle ran up her arm and down her spine, but she ignored it. It was just hormones, after all. Nothing that really mattered. Unlike Kori, Karen, and Raven, she would not fall to the temptations of men. She would never again let someone male close enough to hurt her. She didn't need a man. She didn't need the loving relationship Karen had with Victor, Kori had with Robin, and Raven had with Garth. She was perfectly fine by herself.

Her eyes closed and briefly, she envisioned herself ten years from now. Twenty-seven, with long pink hair like she was now, and a successful artist.

She just hung up the phone with Raven, Karen, and Kori. All more beautiful than ever, with great jobs, their loving boyfriends. She was sprawled across the couch, her hair loose and flipping through channels on the big-screen television as she munched on barbeque chips. She was in her dream house, and she shut her eyes briefly. The front door opened, and she assumed it was Raven or Karen or Kori.

But something was odd.

She heard loud footsteps, unlike any of her three friend's dainty ones. She smelled a wonderful scent; pine and sea-salt. Her eyes (in her fantasy) snapped open when a pair of lips pressed against her own.

It was nice, and she felt slightly saddened when the man pulled away.

"Hello Wifey." He said cheerily.

Wife? Hm, not a role she would've thought, but if her husband was this handsome of a man…And this was only a fantasy, right? Of course, she had never seen the man before…

Her eyes followed his movements as he moved from the slightly-dark living room to the kitchen, and her eyes widened when the sunlight revealed his hair color.

Bright, blood-red.

He turned to her, eyes puzzled. (His eyes were like the darkest of blue sapphires, she noticed dreamily.) "Something wrong, Jezzie?"

And her eyes snapped open, this time, for real.

Wally West?, She thought with a silent cry of despair, I'm going to marry Wally West? I can't believe we kissed! Hell, I can't believe I even THOUGHT that! Calm down. It's just a fantasy, and it doesn't even mean anything.

"Hey, Jezzie?" Wally whispered, jabbing her in the back with a pencil. Again. "Do you have any scrap paper I can borrow? I need to write a note to Terra asking her out."

"I didn't ask you what it was for." Jinx growled, turning around and shoving the paper in his hand. "And Terra's dating Garfield Logan, you idiot."

"Jeez, Jezzie." Wally smirked. "You don't have to go all jealous on me."

"I am not jealous!" She hissed. "Like you'd ever have a chance with me. Like anybody would have a chance at me."

"Chill, Jezzie." Wally smirked, ignoring the insult. "I know I don't have a chance. But I can dream, can't I—"

She thought he was finished, and she turned around. What he said next made her freeze.

"—My lovely Princess Jezebel?"

There was no possible way he could remember. There was just no damn—!

"You do remember, don't you?" He asked.

Oh yes, very much so. "I have no idea what you're talking about, West."

"Remember how we used to play princess and pirate?" Wally sighed wistfully from behind her. "You were the beautiful, kidnapped princess and I was the dashing, rouge that stole you away?"

I was originally held for ransom, but we fell in love. "What are you talking about?"

"You were originally held for ransom, but we fell in love." Wally smiled. "You know, it wasn't just all pretend. I really did—"

The bell rang, drowning out his words.

Jinx grabbed her stuff and shoved it inside her black tote bag. She glared at him one last time before pushing her way through the crowd clambering out the door for lunch. "Shut up. Just shut up, West."

He stared at the large sketchbook she had left on her desk. "Damn, how could she miss that?"

He picked it up and flipped through it as he wandered to the lunch area, wondering what was in it that she drew. He wondered why she was in such a bad mood after her little fantasy. (He couldn't see her closed eyes, but he knew her well enough to recognize all the signs of her drifting into her daydreams.)

It was the usual stuff he'd expect to see: the beach, a garden, roses—Whoa. What the hell was this?!

"Unicorns?!" He laughed, and slammed the sketchbook shut when he caught sight of Jinx running around the corner, eyes wide and almost grey with worry.

"Oh, where is it, where is it?"

"Jez?" He asked.

"West." She growled. "Have you seen a sketchpad with a blue cover and my name on it?"

"Like this?" Wally held up the sketchbook.

"Wally! Oh my god, Wally!" Her eyes widened, and she hugged him tightly. "I love you!"

He smiled, and his face burned while his heart pounded with happiness. She loved him back, she loved him back, she—

"Wally, you looked in it, didn't you?!" Jinx's voice was angry now. "You saw my drawings, didn't you?!"

"Well, Jezebel, I—"

"You did!" Her voice was accusatory. "I HATE YOU!"

"Jezzie, let me explain—"

"There's nothing to explain, Wally!" She yelled. "I'm going to get you for this, I swear!"

And she walked away in a huff.

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Well, I deeply apologize for putting my other Flinx fanfiction on hiatus…I do love Flinx, and I do hope that more people will write Flinx fanfictions. And also, I hope that I haven't made these two really OOC…Let me explain, Jinx and Wally are childhood friends, and they used to play together. And, Jinx lives with Raven and Wally lives alone. O.O Is…is that weird that I made them distant cousins? I always thought that they were somehow related, but mostly because of the skin color…And the magic thing….

(1) Danes are from Denmark. Which I love, thanks to Hetalia Axis Powers.