Disclaimer: I do not own Sky High, or anything associated with it.
Don't let fear control you. My father always told me that. He said that if I'd let fear rule me, I end up just like him. Fear. The word itself sends tingles down my spine. I like the way it feels when it curdles your stomach and you can't stand up anymore. Fear is nothing but anticipation.
Like, the first time I, Warren Peace, saw William Theodore Stronghold. My stomach twisted in delicious anticipation and I couldn't help but stare at him. In truth, it had nothing to do with our fathers.
The way he laughed, the way he smiled, and the way his idiotic jokes brought a smile to my face in the way no one else could scared me so bad. I've begun to let myself get close to him, becoming so addicted to the fear; I can't stand to live without it. My dark eyes flick toward him, and even now, after months of being his friend, he still makes me too terrified to move.
"Hey, Warren." He says, setting his tray down in front of me. I roll my eyes nonchalantly. His response makes me quiver a little.
"Still the brooding bad boy?" He pouts, and for the millionth time since I've known him, I want to kiss the pout right off his lips. That thought made my terror skyrocket, and I think I'm shaking.
"Still everyone's super golden boy?" I ask, my mouth twisting from a frown into a well practiced smirk, when, in reality, I could barely breathe. He's easy to pretend around, and even easier to think about.
Will grins, and I want to swoon like a schoolgirl. "You got me." He says, and I imagine leaping across the table and smashing our lips together. Suddenly, his expression becomes dark, and I begin to wonder if he can read my thoughts. But, again, someone slides into a seat at the table. I turn to look, and instantly regret it.
"Hey Layla." Will says thickly. She responds with a small "Hi," and I want to rip her stupid throat out for having the nerve to sit near my Will.
This was going to be awkward, I could tell already. Will and Layla had broken up about a week ago, but I didn't know why. So far, things have been okay because Layla and her stupid hippie attitude have been staying away.
She turns to look at me, and I glare at her. I can feel my body superheating the way it does when I power up, but I squash the urge to fry the girl on my right.
"Hey Warren." She says, a smile lighting her lips, and it's all I can do not to puke. I smile my fakest smile, and nod in her direction. I have no fear of hippies, and even after homecoming, still no fear of this one. Not even a twinge and I hate her for it.
