AN: Hey, guys, it's me again! I have decided to write another story! Hope that you guys like it! Oh, and don't worry, I won't forget about An Interesting New Year; I have too much work for that one to just drop it.
Oh, and this story is AU. I don't want people telling me, "That's not right!" just because it isn't the same as in the movie. The ending of which irked me, by the way. My story is AU, meaning it only has the basics of the same qualities, such as names and powers and the school. Everything else is fair game.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em. Never have, never will. Anything you don't recognize will now be considered mine! They have come from my mind.
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*Chapter One*
Who Are You?
Layla's POV
It is another normal day at Sky High. Well, that all depends on what you would consider to be normal. Usually, normal at this high school isn't what is normal for others simply because of the super powers the students and teachers possess. That's right; they all have super powers, ranging from the elements, to metals, to super strength, to flying. Yep, everybody here is special, even those who have no powers, like our bus driver, Ron Wilson. Here, just about everybody practically demands attention. Except for me, that is. I'm not that conceited.
I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself. My name is Layla Williams, and I attend Sky High, with a literal interpretation of its name. Seriously, it's a high school that floats hundreds of feet in the air.
Don't get me wrong, I have powers too, but nobody here seems to appreciate them. Or me, for that matter. My power is over the earth. I can make plants grow, or trees sprout before my eyes, speeding up a process that would have taken a long time to do naturally. (Or attack someone with all sorts of greenery such as trees, plants, vines, you get the picture, but I won't get into that story now.)
Yes, I guess that I am somewhat special, but if I am so special, then why do I have the most rotten luck? I keep getting in trouble for reasons that are not my fault. Oh well, I guess that is my curse while I'm here. It seems fitting that I have one, since, well, my parents were the 'odd ducks' when they went here, just because they didn't want to conform to the stupid rules...
-sigh-
I guess that I need to get to class now, before I'm late and have to sit by the school jock and my used-to-be-somewhat-friend.
How I dislike him now that he turned...too popular and jerkish, even to his childhood friends. Oh well, it's not like we were ever friends; really, we just knew each other since we lived in the same neighborhood. He turned all snooty in middle school. Oh well, I hope that I don't have to sit next to him today, I don't think that I could take it.
Regular POV
Layla Williams closed her locker and put her new green journal, which she had just been writing in, into her backpack, straightened out her deep green shirt and loose brown pants, tapped her boot-clad feet against the floor, and turned to go to class. No, wait. Let me rephrase that.
She tried to leave to go to her classroom, but was stopped by a body in front of her. How could she have missed him? He was tall, around six feet tall to her respectable five-foot-six-inches, and had on that obnoxious red, white, and blue jacket that she had come to associate with 'jerk'. He was also wearing that smirk of his that practically screamed "I am the greatest. Bow down before me, pathetic weakling!" Okay, so it really screamed "I'm cooler than you" and not the other stuff, but she always felt a bit vindictive around him.
"Will Stronghold, what do you want?" she coolly said, not putting emotion into her normally happy voice.
He just smirked and stood in front of her with his arms crossed in front of his chest, effectively blocking her exit since she couldn't move even though he wasn't touching her or stopping her physically. She just couldn't.
"Well, Layla Williams," he teased since she used his full name, "I wanted to know if you will please...move. You're in my way." He moved his hands in a shooing motion, but she stood her ground and put her hands on her hips.
"Normally, I am against all forms of violence, but you just bring out the worst in me. I am not in the way of your locker because I know by the way all those nitwits giggle over you over there." She dryly replied as she pointed across the hall to the gaggle of female super-heroes that were giggling over with each other and pointing over to her.
Wait. They were pointing at her and laughing. Oh my. "What the hell are they laughing about? What are you doing over here anyways, Stronghold? I really need to get to class."
He made a dramatic sigh and looked at the ceiling, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his slightly baggy jeans.
"Layla, Layla, Layla," he tsked arrogantly as she rolled her eyes, "what do you mean? Can't I just walk up to a gir-"
Layla interrupted him because even though it was rude, she really needed to get to class. Not that she was happy at where she was going, mind you, as they had forbidden her to take Hero-Support once they figured out her power and how well she controlled it and how powerful she was with it just last year. She had managed to go a whole two years of high school before that incident happened.
Not that she meant for them to find out, seeing as how she accidentally let some of it—okay almost all of it—out during the one and only real fight that she had gotten in with none other than the jerk in front of her in tenth grade, just last year, which she had gotten detention for both at school and at home... yikes. Mrs. Williams was a force to be reckoned with, not including the fact that she could talk to animals.
"No, you can't. Not when it's the one girl who wants nothing to do with you, okay?" she ended sarcastically with stony eyes as she shoved her way past him and walked to her class.
Will just looked at her in shock and slight amusement, as she left and passed the gaggle of giggling girls that were indeed at his locker who shot her glares for getting the privilege to talk to him and having the nerve to walk away.
"Oh, shut up, you moronic bimbos..." she whispered as she went past the stupid girls who were combining glares with whispers of their own. No, she was not very happy anymore.
Layla really disliked her Hero classes for many reasons.
One: she was in Hero classes instead of Hero Support with her best friends Magenta, Ethan, and Zach.
Two: she was in Hero classes with none other than Will Stupid Stronghold (she really believed he was conceited and arrogant and she hated those qualities).
Three: she was lonely. She felt like she didn't belong there. Nobody really talked to her. It was like nobody seemed to appreciate her, or even felt like wanting to get to know her.
Man, she needed a break.
She sat down at her desk and unzipped her backpack. She was digging through it when a shadow fell over her. She looked up in surprise and almost dropped her backpack. Good thing she had a good grip on it.
Standing over her was a boy—no, guy—that was just slightly glaring down at her. She hastily stood up and looked around a little bit and noticed that, for a rare time, nobody was there except for Layla and now this guy.
He was taller than her, and possibly even taller than Stronghold was, and if Layla had to guess, around six-foot-two or so. He had black hair with a couple of red streaks in the front and had a black leather jacket on. He was wearing a black shirt but the lettering was so faded that Layla couldn't make it out, with dark jeans that had a couple of chains on them. He was wearing black combat boots, she noted as she looked down.
He was looking at her intensely now. Almost as if she were a picture he was trying to memorize, or remember.
"Exc-" she started.
"Get out of my seat, Hippie." he interrupted rather rudely, still staring at her as if she were a specimen under the microscope and it was starting to freak her out a little bit.
She flushed at his blatant staring, "Excuse me? What did you...call...me?" she slowly traded her growing look of confusion to one of rage as she heard that name.
She looked at him with suspicion and anger prominent in her soft brown eyes. Nobody calls her that! The only one who did was her mother once when she was nine.
"Who are you?"
He just looked at her with those piercing black eyes and put his stuff in the desk beside hers and glared back into her brown ones.
"Who are you?"
She just looked at him and sat down when more people starting coming in a minute later and he followed her example.
She pulled out her journal.
Okay, that was weird. Who is that guy? And why did he call me Hippie? Ugh, I just hope that he isn't another stupid jock like Stronghold over there...idiot.
Oh well, I wonder who he is? He was looking at me really weird, like I was a subject in a science experiment. Hmm. Maybe I am. This is going to bug me until I find out...
But, who is he?
Who are you?
AN: Okay, how was it? I know that Layla is basically OOC, but please deal with it, it goes with this story. And yes, Will is going to be a bit of a jerk. I don't really like the Will/Layla pairing, so guess what this isn't going to be? Hehe. I really have no problem with the boy himself.
Well, I know that it was short, but please review and tell me what you think because I will most likely only continue if I get a few reviews please! I really want to continue this story. It gets better so please give it a chance!
EDIT: 9/26/2011
