A/N: Hey! So, this is a new story I thought up, obviously. Sky High's been bugging me and thought I'd get it out. Hope you like my OCs.

Delusional

Chapter 1: Introducing Miss. Anti-Social-Hate-The-World-I'll-Flip-You-Off-Whenever-I-Want

"Umm... Michael, do you think was the best idea?" Snap of bubble gum follows.

"No, why, you getting cold feet?" The girl shakes her head in response and continues to chew the neon green gum. "You sure? 'Cuz I told you that maybe you should have just stayed in LA to teach yourself and have the therapy."

"The therapy wasn't working though. My dreams still come, hard and fast, and they're so real! Its not like I can stop them with drugs. We already tried that." She raises her tanned arms to press her palms to her head ladened with dark brunette tresses attempting to relieve the stress.

"I know. We'll see how good this school is." Lifting his shoulder off the pole he was leaning against, he put his naturally bronze arm around her shoulders, continuing, "I heard its good and that the classes aren't just straight science and all, they tweak it." She glares at him with dark brown eyes. "And maybe they'll have great history for you, the resident history nerd." Harder glares shoot out at him. "Fine, if you don't like it we can ask to transfer back to LA."

Letting his arm rest on her shoulders, she puffed out "Thank you. But still, I can't believe we're in the god damn middle of nowhere Maxville!!"

Michael rolled his eyes, thinking, "Here comes the ranting."

Her hands leaving her head to shoot up, one of her dark and thin rings nearly scratching his cheek, "I mean, who names a city Maxville? Seriously. We've got to get back to our LA streets. As far as I know, they don't have a decent Mexican restaurant anywhere here! How am I supposed to survive without my machaca or enchiladas! And god forbid they don't have decent huevos rancheros around here. At least one diners gotta have something!"

"Deja, jeez." Looking to the right he saw some more people coming their way. Whispering, he said "Shut up...here's some more people who might go to the school." Deja leaned forward to see past Michael's tall build to see a green and red white and blue couple. "Do you want them to think we're loco? We'll look in the phonebook tonight and see if there's anything worth calling Mexican food tonight. Si?"

Returning to her regular standing position, she looked up to his face and responded "Why not? We could definitely have some fun!"

The couple had finally approached just as Michael exclaimed, "Ay! Mujer! ¿Quieres que
piensen que estamos locos?" (Do you want them to think we are crazy?) Deja just rolled her eyes and silence ensued.

"Ahem." A very obviously fake clearing of a throat broke the barren silence. Deja raised an eyebrow while Michael looked to the couple, mainly to the tallish boy dressed in red white and blue, as if to say Yes?

"Umm... I just wanted to say that I'm Will Stronghold and this is Layla Green, my girlfriend. Are you guys transfers?"

Michael looked to Deja, but all she did was nod. He rolled his eyes and said to the couple, "Ya, we're transfers. I'm Michael, I'm a senior and this is..." He looked to Deja who just raised her eye brow at him. Resigned, he continued, "This is Deja who's a junior." Shaking his head, he informed them "We're from LA, parents thought we should go to the magnet school here." His tone changing to a cautious low, "You do go to the magnet, right?"

Will looked to Layla, who nodded. She stepped up and said, "We're sophomores. Who're your parents?"

Michael answered, "My mom is a citizen, but my dad, David Reyes, works in the SIID (Super International Interpretations Department) as a interpreter and investigator. He has a knack with words and languages." Then he looked to Deja.

Elbowing her, Deja exclaimed "Hey!" With a stretch of his head to the couple, she replied while rolling her eyes, "I'm a weirdo in the family. First to get anything, powers are not in my genetics. Which means I'm not related to Michael and have no clue what I'm doing."

"Oh, we thought you were related. You look a lot alike, we just thought..." Layla started.

"Eh, sorry to disappoint, but no." Deja interrupted. "Michael's a tall six feet somethin', I'm a short 5'6. He has straight hair, I have a light curl. Pretty big differences if you ask me. But don't worry, we get that all the time. We are best friends though, if that helps."

Will looked slightly shocked.

"What?!" She asked with a snap.

"You just didn't seem the type to talk a lot." That shut her up.

Deja turned away and looked towards the yellow school bus heading their way. And as soon as it parked, she stalked in, thinking as her black and purple checked chucks stepped up, "Stop. No talking. Remember, don't make connections with people or you'll have dreams about them that are all just illusions, good or bad."

And just as she finished her demands for herself, a mildly deep voice asked, "Are you one of the transfers?"

"Damn it! People need to stop talking to me!" Deja thought. Looking up, she saw a slim man, not at all impressive so no need to worry about remembering him any time soon. "Um, yeah." She said aloud. "Name's Deja Vurano."

"Good. I'm Johnson, Bus Driver for Sky High. Go on ahead and find a seat." She nodded and continued.

On her way down the bus aisle, she barely scanned the seats to see where to sit. Seeing obvious empty seats in the back, she walked down, bowing her head as so she wouldn't have to look at anyone. Ignoring Michael's more personable introduction, she searched in the back of her black Jansport backpack to retrieve her iPod.

Upon reaching the back, she plopped down nearest to the window, swept her slightly curled hair over her shoulder, placed the earbuds into her ears, flicked her iPod on and the middle of All the Love In the World by Nine Inch Nails continued. Seconds later, Michael approached and sat down. Deja had expected this, and flipped him off. He knew her situation with getting to know people and although he tried to make her more sociable, he usually knew when to stop, but apparently this time he just couldn't.

Michael thought she was just being bitchier because of the school bus full of people, brushing it off, but Deja was seething.

Leaning her head against the window, she let her eyes wander the sky, something without people.Not five minutes into her spacey moment, the chest guard like seat belts wrapped themselves around her. Shocked, she pulled out her ear buds and looked to Michael. Pointing at the belts, she exclaimed, "Oh shit. And you thought that we would look locooooooo..." and her voice went from regular to a high pitch ditzy girl scream.

Recovering from it, she saw Michael's shocked expression, clearly not enjoying the abrupt change in transportation.

Deja glared at Michael. She knew he wasn't to be blamed, but she needed someone to take her anger out on and she was already mad at him, so it seemed justified that she glare at him.

Putting her ear buds back in, she settled in for the rest of the ride. When she heard screams of enjoyment, she thought, "Lame. This is nada compared to the baby roller coasters at Six Flags. No puedo creerlo (I can't believe it.)."

By the time the bus had landed, Nine Inch Nails had moved over for Papa Roach's Getting Away With Murder. Filing out of the bus, she stalked out, not bothering to follow Michael and finding a tree to sit under for the last ten minutes before Power Placement, whatever that was.

When Michael finally figured out that no, Deja wasn't being her usually quiet self beside him, but rather, she was somewhere else obviously pissed, he was already at the cemented part of the floating structure.

Looking around, some guy, donning a black leather jacket and a red streak in his hair pointed towards a lone tree and grunted, "There's your girlfriend," and walked off.

Following the general direction the guy had pointed to, Michael saw Deja leaning her head back onto the bark of the tree, knees bent in front of her, hands at her sides pulling at the grass, backpack still on.

As he walked over, he thought about Deja. He knew she was a little more sensitive and that she had people issues. Maybe he shouldn't have even tried to get her to talk to the verde girl and americano boy. But still, he felt that it was his duty as her best friend to try. Sometimes she accepted it, other times, especially in extremely new environments, she became miss-anti-social-hate-the-world-i'll-flip-you-off-whenever-I-want-bitch. And he knew he had his moments, acting like a cocky cholo, but she fixed him, with a good right hook. Shifting his backpack on one shoulder, he settled into a comfortable standing position. He wanted to be comfortable if Deja were to lash out.

"Hey asshole. What do you want?" Deja snapped.

"Oh come off that high pedestal Deja. Girl, you know that I was only trying to get friendly with the locals, and I know you got the dreams and illusions to worry about, but, you're taking this too hard. Loosin' up. Jeez. Life sucks. And I know it sucks more for you, but come back down from that high prissy bitch attitude." Silence reigned for a minute, and Michael thought he might have gone a bit too far, but finally Deja murmured something.

"Huh?" he knelt down to get closer.

Looking up, she said, "That's what she said."

Scoffing, Michael stood back up, and stretched his hand out. "Let's go."

She accepted his hand and said, "Sorry, I took it too far. You know me, I just have to be extra cautious with lots of bitch on the side. So, we cool?"

"I don't know 'bout you girl, but I'm always cool and down with ladies," Michael responded, popping his opened collared shirt up. Rolling her eyes, she wove her arm through his and walked towards the gym with him.

A/N: Like I said, hope you like. And please, review. Oh, and I promise I won't update as sparsely as I did last time, I solemnly swear it!