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N/A: First at all: Hi! :) This is my first fic (drabble) in english and maybe the last one. I don't know. This was an experiment, and my english really sucks, so I hope that you can enjoy this and a I'm sorry if I have some mistakes. Enjoy!

Warren's secret

By: Jeadore

Warren is a simple person.

He has a theory. If the world hates him, he hates the world.

He hate the stupids conversations, the stupids glances, and the stupids whisperes behind him.

He hate to Stronghold. Father and son. Both are so, so… unbearable. And if you're asking if the reason is that his dad is in prision because of Stronghold, he's going to answer you: no. He hate Stronghold. Final point.

He hate the sweetness. He think that is possible that someone can show his feelings without extremely sweet words.

So, when she took his hand while Stronghold was walking with the-perfect-and-beautiful-nerd Gwen, and said "cutie" with a smile; he only could do three things.

First: stared at her, incredulously.

Second: waited just a few seconds and, when Will was away from them and Layla finally was in silence, let his flames go out of his hand, winning an "Ouch!" of pain.

Third: explained to her -with some poison in his voice-: never call me 'cutie'. And closed his book, took his bag and went away of there.

I've got to repeat? He detest the sweets words and to Stronghold.

Well, the truth? He didn´t really hate that 'cutie'. No, he didn't. What he hated was the feeling in her words. Was fake, just a false statement in front of Stronghold because she was hoping some jealousy from Will, her stupid best friend and secret crush.

Bah.

He secretly hope a Layla's sweet word. With her melodious voice and her gorgeous smirk. Just for him. And without include any best-friend-and-possibly-future-boy-friend in the situation.

But, shh… I said: it's a secret.

Warren's secret.


Edit: Thaks Planck!

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Kisses!