Half Human

Hey everyone!

Well here's my newest story which of course is a Warren/OC.

Like always I don't own Skyhigh.

Rated T for language and future Warren scenes grin SMEXY!

Please let me know what you think of this story so far.

Truth

"Truth."

"Okay, do you think Lash is hot?"

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"What!" I squealed, my cheeks dutifully flushing red. Why hadn't I picked dare! Oh yeah…the reason I had chosen truth over dare was sitting on the couch in front of me laughing at my obvious discomfort.

"Come on Layla what kind of question is that? I wasn't even at Sky High when he was there." Maybe I could escape this without further embarrassment.

Her grin told me there was little chance of that happening. "I saw you checking him out when he was released from jail, sorry Ray."

Great not only had she called me by that annoying nicknames again but now the whole group was gaping at me, which resulted in me blushing even brighter. Man it wasn't fair why was it me who got the hard questions, and in front of the guys too. Ethan and Zach were both staring at me with their mouths open, the same shocked expression evident. Will wasn't doing any better by the way his teeth were clenched. Even Warren didn't look to impressed judging by the ever so slight stream rising from his hands.

Puffing out my cheeks, I ran my fingers through my thick hair. "Ugh….fine yes.."

I swear her smile widened. "Yes you think Lash is hot?"

Really, why was I friends with this chick again? "Yes Layla, I think he's hot."

There went any of the respect I had earned from the guys, gone because of my damned honesty.

Laughing at the look of disgust on just about everyone else's face Layla snuggled closer to her boyfriend. "See that wasn't to hard to admit was it?"

Rolling my eyes I untucked my legs stretching them out in front of me. Leaning against the front of the couch I mock glared at the red head. "Remind me why I said yes to hanging out tonight?"

She didn't miss a beat. Fluttering her lashes she grinned. "Because you love us and if not for us you'd be a total introvert who talked to no one."

Scowling I probably should have denied that last comment, sadly though she was right. If not for this group of misfits I would have continued to ignore the world, preferring to be by myself. I had officially become one of the group exactly 2 weeks after the homecoming incident. Which personally kind of depressed me because from what I had heard it had been a very interesting night. With everyone screaming and running and the room in chaos I would have fit right in.

As a late entry to the school due to the fact that I so did not want to be there I had shown up dressed in my best "Don't Piss Me Off" clothes. Which in my case was basically all black, not to worry though I really preferred navy blue and green (not emo…I'm still not quite sure what that means actually.)

That first day had been hell, literally. Standing on the steps outside I had never seen so many people in one place before. The sounds, smells and colours had overwhelmed me before I even made it to my locker. Cranking the volume on my ipod, something I had only been recently introduced to, I had moved through the halls until everything and everyone around me blurred together. It was too soon for this, they had made a mistake making me come here. By forcing this on me not only had they assured my personal demons a victory but had also put everyone in danger.Quietly panicking I hadn't noticed the single girl walking in my direction. The sudden pressure on my arm had my instincts roaring to life, twisting I was ready to rip apart whatever was threatening my personal space.

"Hi!"

I'd had to fight against my instincts. Through my clouded thinking I had understood that whoever was touching me didn't intend to hurt me. I could do this, I could control myself enough to be civil.

"Hello." I nodded, instantly analyzing the girl in front of me. Dressed in a shockingly bright green shirt and weird patterned skirt I should have been weary. Instead I hesitated to say or do anything that might send this person away. Since arriving in the States I hadn't really talked to anyone close to my age. There was something soothing about this smiling, bright haired girl. Thankfully for me she even smelled different then all of the other people I had come across so far. Instead of assaulting my senses with chemical flower and food smells she smelled like jasmine and lilies. Home.

Shaking my head I noticed her puzzled stare. I realized my mistake almost immediately. Not only had I sounded to formal with my hello, something I had been warned about, but I had also probably been standing there staring at her without saying anything else.

"I'm Rayne." I blurted out, my cheeks started to heat. Was I supposed to shake her hand now?

Smiling kindly at my discomfort she nodded. "I'm Layla Williams, it's nice to meet you. Are you new here? Where are you from? How old are you? What's your power? I can control plants."

My eyes probably popped at the speed at which her questions were fired. I had definitely never met anyone like this before. Maybe this was how Americans acted towards each other.

"Err.. Yes I am new. I was born in West Bengal India, I'm 16 and I…ahh..can shape-shift?" The last part of my answer seemed more like a question then an answer.

"Wow," Smiling brightly Layla started to tug at my arm again. "That's so cool! I have another friend, Magenta, who can shape-shift too. Why'd you move to the States? Wanna meet my friends?"

I barely heard what she was saying, fully concentrating on not reacting to her hand around my arm. I was naturally a very solitary and territorial person, when I had first been approached about coming here my personal space had been one of the first issues I'd been forced to work out. Everything in me roared to lash out at what was constricting my movement. I would fight against myself if I had to; I didn't want to be the monster.

Unperturbed by my lack of response Layla continued to drag me down the hall, oblivious to my inner battle. Defensively I glared at anyone who dared to stop and gape at the sight of one redhead dragging another.

Yup I was considered a redhead in this society, though my hair was a much darker tone then Layla's. With ice blue eyes that missed nothing, pale skin and rather exotic features I was the opposite of the friendly homey girl in front of me. I recognized the quick glances of the strangers around us, filled with curiosity and caution they were careful not to stare too long. Even in human form people still seemed to know not to trust me. That itself was enough to make me miss home, I wasn't meant for the cities where a couple hundred thousand people were the norm, I needed thick jungles and acres to run across.

The tugging on my arm stopped, signaling me to tug my arm out of her grasp. Shielding my face with my hair I peaked through the strands at who now stood in front of me.

"Guys this is Rayne," Layla started almost proudly. "Rayne this is everyone."

I was starting to think this overly friendly and bubbly nature was uniquely Layla's considering the looks she was receiving from her 'friends'. Did she not see the look of alarm the boy in red and blue was sending her? I wouldn't be welcome here, I realized with disappointment. From the way they were standing it was obvious the boy was in charge and not a fan of me.

Layla having finally noticed the look the boy was sending her frowned for a moment before quickly swatting him on the shoulder. I waited watching, as if realizing his mistake the boy sent Layla an apologetic smile before turning towards me.

My body tensed on reflex, ready for the harsh 'get lost'.

"I'm Will it's nice to meet you." Holding out his hand he smiled a little tensely.

Surprised I stared at his expression before slowly raising my hand to his own, careful not to move to fast to alert or scare him. Grasping his hand, mindful of my strength I lightly squeezed his hand.

As if surprised by my gentleness some of the hostility in his gaze melted away. Dropping my hand he moved sideways to stand beside Layla, wrapping his arm around her waist. The look of pleasure that passed over her features at the simple gesture explained why he had looked guarded. He could sense my darker half and wanted to protect his mate, girlfriend, from it.

Encouraged by her boyfriend's actions Layla stepped forward, intertwining her hand with his.

"Rayne this is Magenta," Pointing at a very purple girl, I recognized her as the other shape-shifter.

"That's Ethan, he can melt." Huh..

"Zach who glows." His whole persona screamed bright. Trying not to wince I took in the smell of whatever cologne he used.

"Will my boyfriend, who can fly and has super strength." The pride and love was obvious in her voice.

"And finally that's Warren he's a pyro."

Turning slightly I looked over the older boy leaning against a locker, a book in his hand. Slouching his dark hair hid his face, much like my own. Compared to the rest of the group he seemed almost out of place. My senses tingled faintly, the smell of burnt leather and something darker surrounding him.

"Warren!" Layla scolded. "Put down the book and say hi."

Dressed all in black, with fingerless gloves I didn't expect him to listen to her order. Instead of shutting the book he tilted his head upward, our gazes locking.

My body froze, once again every instinct in me yelling to react. There was no doubt the boy in front of me was dangerous. He continued to stare directly at me, the darkness of his eyes staring directly through my own blue ones. I wouldn't look away though, no matter how uncomfortable I was, it wasn't in me to be the first to turn away. Fighting against reason I continued to stare, my gaze hardening. To show weakness was to lose.

Smirking at the look of defiance he straightened out, towering over me. Without looking away he tossed his book into his bag. Pushing his hair out of his face he took a step towards me.

I would destroy him, stake my claim, win. The fight would be intense, I could tell by the way he stood he wouldn't back down or admit defeat. Ready to lunge I hesitated.

NO.

I was in control. Letting out a breath I took a step back, my expression warning him not to push me. I might have been in control but it wasn't by much.

As if reading my mind he stopped.

"Looks like your kitten doesn't like me Layla."

His voice was rough and low, the sound flowing through me. Slowly my sense's calmed, I was in full control once again. He could enrage and soothe me in seconds, staying here wasn't going to be a good idea.

Kitten.

I looked at the guy in front of with horror now. Kitten. Kitten. Kitten.

Here kitty kitty.

I could feel the change start to take over. My body hunched over, my wild hair spilling over my face once again hiding me. I was losing my reasoning skills, the line between right and wrong blurring, no longer tangible. I wanted to scream run, get away from me while you can.

Again as if we were connected Warren moved. Flinching I waited for him to back away, afraid. Instead he slowly moved towards me, as if unalarmed by what he saw he kept coming. Lowering his head he stopped far enough away not to invade my space.

"It's okay." The words quiet and soothing, he didn't move to leave.

They should have meant nothing, in reality they were nothing yet to me they were everything. He wasn't running, accusing or hating.

None of them were.

Still hunched to attack I slid my gaze sideways to the others. I knew my eyes would be glowing, a warning of what I could become. There was no judgement on their faces, although a little unsure of the weird new girl not one of them made a move to escape.

The purple girl snorted, shaking her head. "Dammit Warren don't scare the new girl."

They thought I was frightened? The rest of the group nodded their heads in agreement with what she had said. Did they not realize how close I had come to hurting them? Curiously I looked towards Warren again. His face was a mask of indifference but when our eyes met I could read the amusement he was trying to hide. They hadn't heard what he had whispered to me, it was the only thing I could think of. Instead of assuming it was something I had done they had decided it was his fault that I had backed away.

Weird.

"SO,"

Turning I caught the grin of the glowing kid. "As Layla said I'm Zach, the man," Winking at me for effect, "And what can you do pretty lady?"

I flushed, I couldn't help it. I had definitely never been called pretty before. Elbowing Zach in the ribs for making me uncomfortable Magenta rolled her eyes in a –what can you do- manner.

Clearing my throat I bit my lip, about to answer.

"She's a shape-shifter." Layla announced once again smiling, though there may have been a glare directed at Warren in there.

Pushing his glasses back up Ethan smiled shyly. "Does that make you a hero?"

Nodding I waited for the question I knew would come.

"What can you shift into?" The question coming from a slightly defensive Magenta.

Sighing I played with the ring on my finger.

"Tiger."

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"That is so cool!"

"Wow neat!"

"Really?"

They all looked shocked, still smiling at me. Weren't they going to run now that they knew the truth?

Layla gushed. "That's awesome, as a kid I always wanted to meet a tiger."

The snort that escaped me was quiet enough not to draw their attention.

"Do you want to sit with Will, Warren and me in class?"

The question caught me off guard. Looking for any signs of a lie I found none, even her boyfriend seemed fine with the idea. Warren wore an arrogant smirk, as if he was aware of my uncertainty. The glint in his eye was obvious he was daring me to say no, almost positive I would say no.

Raising my head fully I pushed my hair out of the way. Something in his gaze changed for a only a second before disappearing.

"I'd like that." Smiling suddenly I let him see my shiny white teeth.

Bring it On

Well there's chapter one, please let me know what you think

The writing style may seem formal right now but as my character grows the style will change.

Please Read n' Review, if everything goes well I will post chapter 2.

PS. If this all goes well I may post some pics from the story i have created on to my website (which is posted on my profile)