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Coffee (and Love) in the Library

Stephanie Brown had no idea who those boys were, but she has had enough.

Well actually, that’s a lie.

She knew who they were, everyone did. The Wayne boys, with their black-as-night hair, and cobalt blue eyes.

Who are currently playing the fucking penis game in the goddamn library.

Finals were coming up next week, study rooms all taken up, and she swears, if those boys don’t shut up within five minutes, last name be damned, she will come over and end that game.

By removing said genitalia of course.

A low yell reached her ears and she stiffened, missing the ‘r’ key on her crappy laptop.

They haven’t reached above a low yell, something she’ll change in-

Another strangled yell.

That’s it. Five minutes were up, and they had their chance.

She slammed the chair back and stormed over to the idiots ruining her studying session.

She locked onto her target, the close on to her, and aimed.

And strangled scream echoed across the room, and heads snapped over, glaring.

No one liked being interrupted.

Being part of the slums taught her one thing, and that was how to hit the royal jewels, and how to hit them hard.

“There.” She said tersely, eyes glaring. “Now if you haven’t noticed yet, some of us are studying for finals. We can’t all have a rich parent so if some of us want to be accepted into a good college to study for a doctor, we have to do well on our finals.” Stephanie was seeing red at this point.

“I haven’t had food or drinks in eight hours, I’m surviving off of four hours of sleep and I’m out of coffee, tea can suck my ass.” One of them snorted, and Steph would slap him if she wasn’t on a roll.

“So, I swear to God if you don’t shut up, we’ll start this game all over and I will end it.”

She stormed back to her seat, and started typing again, slamming down on the keys. In her fury, it had taken her four tries to type a word.

Stupid morons.

Steph flinched when a steaming cup of coffee was pushed under her nose.

“You know,” Timothy fucking Drake said as he slid in the chair across from her, “what you did there, that wasn’t very nice.”

“Sue me.” She intoned as she turns her attention back over to her practice test. His lips curled upward.

“Well, are you going to drink your coffee?” He asked, gesturing at the steaming cup.

Steph eyed the cup for a minute before shrugging. Screw it, coffee was coffee. She’ll deal with it later, if it turned out to be poisoned.

“So, a doctor. I have to say, I didn’t have you pegged down as one, and my guesses are usually correct.” Tim’s eyes pierced into her.

“Yeah. Just what I want to do.” Stephanie turned her eyes back to the screen, slightly refreshed.

“Well Stephanie, you are contradicting all of my assumptions about you. It’s… interesting.”

Her lips involuntarily pointed up as she sipped her coffee.

It only occurred to her after he left that she never told him her name.

The next day, she almost couldn’t get to the front door because of the mysterious delivery of coffee in her living room.