"Layla, Layla, wait!"
The red-head didn't listen to the fireball of Sky High, both figuratively and physically. She just kept walking down the halls of the High School. To her dismay, her lonliness was short-lived as Warren caught up to her, turning her shoulder to face him and keeping his hand there to stop her from leaving. To let it be known she was still ticked - no, pissed! - at him, she stared up at him with slitted brown eyes. "What?" She hissed.
"Babe, what's wrong?"
Layla laughed dryly. "What's wrong? What's wrong?! Oh, Nothing. Maybe because I just found out my boyfriend, who was suppose to be this sweet guy and promised he wouldn't string me along like I thought he would wanted me for nothing more than a stupid bet." Layla wriggled out of his grasp and continued her way down to her locker.
Warren stood there, thinking over what Layla said. "Bet?" His eyes widened.
"Lash, how much to say you can get Layla?"
"Hey, I already won that bet, so hands off her."
"God, damn it." Warren groaned, racing off to catch his girlfriend once more. When he did, she was already at her locker. He turned her to him once more. "Babe, I didn't mean it like that. You just came in at the wrong time." Layla rolled her eyes and turned to face her locker. Warren groaned. "Babe, don't be like that." Layla ignored him, gathering her books. "Layla." More ignoring. "Layla, look at me."
Layla slammed her locker shut, finally looking at him. Warren, for a second, could've sworn the iris of her eyes flashed from brown to green and back. "Forget it, Warren. It's over." She walked away.
"Layla-oof!" To his dimise, Warren fell to the floor, pain erupting from his ankle. Looking down, a nasty deep red thorn vine was wrapped tightly around his ankle. A deep growl rumbled in his throat. Making sure nobody - AKA no teachers - were watching, Warren ignited a fireball and threw it at the affeding plant, watching as it shriveled and died. He wasted no time in standing and running off after Layla once more. Thankfully, he kenw exactly what her next class was.
And just like before, he caught her. Without thinking, he grabbed and pinned her against the lockers. Layla dropped her books, slapping him across the face. As she saw who it was, she bit back a gasp. Rolling her eyes, she bent down to pick up her books. She found another hand helping her, but only half listened to the voice that belonged to them. "Layla, I didn't mean that, okay? Speed wanted to make a stupid bet with Lash and I threatened him. Alright? That's the story. I never made a bet with anyone."
"Whatever." Layla stood and looked at Warren. "Who knows, this may good for us." Layla walked away, but Warren grabbed onto her arm. She looked at him with cold eyes.
"Layla,"
"Do you know," She cut him off, "what happens to a forest that stays around fire for too long. It burns, Warren. It burns to the ground. And even though it will grow back, it will go through a lot of crap before that happens. I'd rather blow out the fire before that happens." Layla ripped her arm out of the fireball's grasp, quickly rushing into the classroom.