Warren hated school. That much was for certain. He always had; ever the outcast because of his father and his power. His mother thought a super hero school such as Sky High would make him feel less of a loner; mainly because all the children there had power of their own. And in the beginning Warren did try to make friends, join groups and be social for his mothers' sake. But his father always came back to bite him the ass and when his mom died, he decided to not give a crap about any other human being. He went through the motions of it all: wake up, go to school and glare at everyone, sit alone and read at lunch, come home, go to work, do homework, fall asleep, and repeat.

What he was not expecting was one person to change his routine. To flip his universe upside down and change his course in the world. And what was most surprising about it to Warren however, was not that the girl was a major earth-lover, or that she was nearly half a foot smaller and weighed half as much as him, no, what surprised Warren the most is that he actually liked it. He liked the chaos and the way he made her feel. The way the sunlight glistened off her hair and her smile that could set the Arctic on fire. (No pun intended.) He loved this girl; he just didn't know it yet.

Bringgg Bringgg Bringgg. Warren awoke to the sound of his alarm clock beeping. Just another Monday morning. He showered, dressed, ate something, and grabbed his keys and rent money before running out of his small apartment. Dropping off the cash at the front counter with a glare he slowed his pace and walked to his ride. Who cared if he was late to school anyway? His mom was dead and his dad was in a federal prison, nobody gave a fuck anymore. Swinging his leg around his Harley his face adapted his trademark school mask: a scowl.

Warren walked into the Gym twenty minutes late to hear Coach Boomer giving a speech, "Now class, there has been a major disturbance in the town below us. Because the actual superheroes are too busy at the moment; the Chief of State would like two members from our school to participate in taking down this problem .Principal Powers has graciously agreed and a male and female will be assigned to the case. Any questions so far?"

When no responded and Warren gave his signature sneer to the Coach, he continued, " Now because this is such a high honor, we have decided to let the male and female with the most Save the Citizen Wins partake in this. With that being said, we already have a female winner, which will be announced when we have a male victor. We have a tie between our two highest male contestants and, due to that, we will have a Save the Citizen match between the two. Starting...NOW! Will Stronghold and Warren Peace make your way to the playing field."

Warren could not believe it. All he wanted to do was leave this Hellhole and now he would be competing with this asshole for the crown? And to do what anyway? Save some Government officials from some druggies or something? No. Warren would not do this stupid game. He wouldn't. He refused. He was walking over to Coach Boomer to tell him where he could shove his stupid game, when he caught site of Strongholds face. Smug, and looking as if he already had this competition in the bag. With a new drive, Warren walked to Coach. Instead of backing out though; all Warren said was, "I'm the Villain."

Stronghold was already on his side of the Gym. Warren took his time walking to his side just to piss Stronghold off a little. He stopped when he was directly across from him; and the citizen dummy was in between them. Coach Boomer started the timer and it began counting down.

15, 14, 13

The timer was counting down to the starting whistle when all of a sudden Warren heard a loud, girly voice call out, "Go Will! I know you can save that citizen!"

12, 11, 10

Warren and Will turned to stare at this girl at the same time. Will waved at her while Warren just continued to stare. She was stunning, with long auburn hair, pale skin, and gray eyes that seemed to sparkle in the sunlight.

9, 8, 7

This mystery girl caught sight of Warren staring and gave him a small, friendly smile. Warren vaguely remembered her as Strongholds best friend or girlfriend or something like that. He continued to stare at her and she continued to stare back, as if just as entranced by his body as he hers. As Warren continued to look at her sharp cheek bones, her perfectly symmetrical nose, and her flawless complexion, she bit her pink lips. Warren watched as her teeth pushed into them, entranced.

6, 5, 4

'Get a hold of yourself Peace!' Warren thought. He didn't even know her name for Christ's sake! He was the school badass and was not going to be reduced to a puddle by the beauty of this one chick. Especially with the all the green she was wearing. He hated the color of green, right?

3, 2, 1

Just as Warren was about to break the staring match, the whistle blew with a BEEP and without missing a beat Stronghold was out, halfway to the dummy in the center already. Warren shook himself with all his might; there was no way his was losing to this marshmallow, especially because of some girl. Some dazzling girl.

Warren closed his eye and pictured a volcano. With its molten lava and fireballs, he imagined conjuring up some of that lava and lit up his arms. Then, opening his eyes he chucked a fireball and the rope hanging the citizen on with all his might. The throw had deadly accuracy and there was absolutely nothing Stronghold could have done to save the fake girl. With a loud grinding sound the citizen dropped down into the pulverizing machine below it.

Strongholds face was priceless, his jaw dropped to the floor his arms still partly outstretched as if he could still catch the girl from falling in. Warren smirked and turned to the clock. 1:53 it said. Seven seconds. It took seven seconds to beat the illustrious William Stronghold; son to the best superheroes in the world. And he was beaten by the son of the best supervillian in the world. Coach Boomers whistle dropped from his mouth and roar of awe came from the audience. Warren had definitely set a school record.

After picking up his whistle, Coach Boomer yelled, "I give you, our champion! Hothead Warren Peace will be our male participating in the mission." Warren sneered at the nickname, he could call him Fatass Coach Boomer but he doesn't. Out of respect. Well and he doesn't want to get suspended. But you know, tomato, tomatoe.

"As for our female, it is none other than Layla Williams!" this caused a major riot in the crowd and one pissed off chick yelled,

"That's not fair! She only wins because she's always Will's partner!" and another yelled,

"Yeah, it should be Gwen who gets it!" Warren was still trying to figure out who this 'Layla Williams' girl was. It soundly familiar to him and was on the tip of his tongue when Boomer shouted; breaking his concentration.

"ENOUGH! Layla Williams is our female, and anyone who says another word can take up the issue with Principal Powers HERSELF!" Everyone shut the hell up by then and Warren was final able to think again. Not like he really gave a shit, he didn't want to do this stupid thing anyway.

"Layla Williams please come down and go with Peace here to see Principal Powers. Tell her I sent you." Warren growled under his breath. The Coach couldn't say Warren to save his sorry-ass life and now he would be stuck with this Layla chick for weeks. Just great.

Out of the corner of Warren's eye he could see a girl make her way out of the crowd, blushing and stumbling like an idiot. She had long legs despite her clumsiness and was a hardcore ginger. She had a green shirt with Earth on it and looked like a grade A hippie. Her face was flawless and Warren knew it all too well. But most familiar was her eyes. Stormy grey, and tantalizingly beautiful.

It was the girl to almost cost him the game.

Layla Williams, Will Strongholds girl was Warren's partner.

Shit.

Warren watched as Layla made her way from the bottom of the bleachers to Coach Boomer. Layla said something to him which Boomer replied to with an exasperated look. This caused Layla to get frustrated, and after a final sentence from Boomer, the appealing hippie made her way over to Warren.

Not showing emotions was one of Warren's specialties now, and as Layla began walking over to him, he turned on his heel and strode down the hallway like his normal self. Cocky, arrogant, and willing to punch someone if they merely breathed too loudly.

"Wait up! Just because you're a hero and I'm a sidekick doesn't mean you can't at least walk by me in the hallway. We're going to the same friggin place after all." Layla said. Warren stopped dead in his tracks. That's what Layla thought he was ignoring her for? Because she was a sidekick? Obviously she was an idiot. Warren Peace didn't give a shit about the placement of people in High School. Except the nerds. The nerds he could shove into toilets all day long.

"Shut up." Was Warrens' brilliant reply. And, although Layla didn't respond to that, she had caught up to him while he stopped. Warren could tell she was fuming too, and he noticed the way her forehead creased together as they were walking side by side now, their hands almost touching. Layla didn't bother to try to make conversation anymore, and as Warren talked to no one or thought about no one, they walked to the principal's office in silence.

When rounding the last corner before Powers' office, the bell rang. Students flew out of the classrooms, some of them literally, and one dumbass kid ran smack dab into Layla. Layla was pushed up against the wall by a senior nearly a foot taller than her. Instead of apologizing and letting go however, the perverted seniors' grip on her waist tightened and he said with a sensual voice, "Hey sexy."

It took Warren about point one seconds to realize Layla didn't know this asshole. Her face was frozen in terror and her eyes had a deer-in-a-headlight look about them. As the senior moved his hands from her hips to barely under her shirt, Layla let out a small whimper.

Warren's vision blurred. His eyes turned red and he charged the boy with the anger and talent of a pro wrestler. Layla slumped to the ground as Warren landed smack dab on top of the older boy.

"If you ever touch her again," Warren jeered in a gravelly and evil voice, "I'll set you on fire and roast you alive." The senior, fearing for his life, nodded, and when Warren got off of him, he ran down the hallway, most likely to his next class.

Warren jogged over to where Layla was, surprised to see her picking herself off the ground. Her shirt had ridden up slightly when she landed on the floor, and a strip of her stomach was shown. Smooth pale, skin clouded Warren's vision, and he tried not to think about the way her shirt was stretched tight over her chest.

"You saved me." Layla said, and a genuine smile filled her face and made Warrens chest tighten. "Thank you." Her naïve face looked up into Warrens and the look in her eyes had Warren rethinking all the bad things he had ever done to anyone. In that moment, he saw the purity and the transparency that was Layla Williams. And in that moment, with all the chaos around them and looking into her eyes, Warren realized just how much Layla was too good for him.

Warren gave a small nod and turned, walking into the Mrs. Powers office. Principal Powers was sitting in a large chair and had a shit load of papers on her desk. Layla walked in and cleared her throat, because Warren sure as hell wasn't speaking after what just occurred outside. Too many confusing feelings and raging hormones.

"Yes?" Powers answered, sounding annoyed with the fact two students were interrupting her. Warren sat down in one of the two chairs in the office and propped his feet up on the Principals desk while Layla answered,

"Coach Boomer sent us. Something about a mission?" Layla answered the Principal in a firm, but slightly scared voice, as if she'd never been to the Principal's office. Warren, on the other hand, thought of the office as his second home.

Principal Powers dropped the paper she'd been reading on her desk. "Yes, I've been expecting you two. Layla Williams is it? And I am of course well acquainted with Mr. Peace here." Layla nodded, and Warren rolled his eyes.

"You two have been selected to restore peace to the little town below us. Now, normally this sort of job would go to our actual superheroes, but, as I'm sure Boomer told you, they are all off on more pressing matters." Layla again nodded and Warren's trademark smirk fell into place.

"Foreign drug lords have been conjugating at a local night club in the town. The local P.D. would normally intervene, however, there are too many and they feel they need insiders to help. You two will be going in undercover as a young couple in love. Now I know this may be awkward but remember: it is for the greater good." As soon as Principal Powers said the world love, Warrens dropped his feet and let out a strangled cough.

"No way Mrs. P. I am not doing that." No way. No. Especially not with her. Not Layla.

"Very well, Mr. Peace. I will get our runner up, William Stronghold to replace you," Principal Powers had her features set in a grim line and looked disappointed in him. But Warren didn't give a fuck about the Principal right now. Let Stronghold and Layla pretend to be lovers? That should have been okay with Warren right? Hippie and Stronghold were dating anyway right? So why did he get a tight feeling in his chest? He had only known this Hippie for an hour. He just couldn't let anyone else pretend to be in love with her. And God knows he wasn't going to let HER pretend to be in love with someone else.

Principal Powers reached for the phone, which shocked Warren out of his inner turmoil. "Wait." He said in his harsh voice. "I'll do it." Layla looked at him in shock, as did Mrs. Powers. Then, realizing it sounded like he was desperately in love with Layla, he added, "On one condition of course. I have all my detentions for this year wiped. I have a month to do because… of something…and I will do the stupid mission if I don't have to go to god dam...dang detention." At that Layla rolled her eyes, Warren thanking his lucky stars he thought of that.

Principal Powers got a stern look on her face from the cuss word she knew he was going to say, then her features smoothed and she nodded. She removed her hand from the phone and said, "Very well. Now, on with the assignment. You and Layla will pretend to be lovers and go to the nightclub where they sell their drugs: primarily ecstasy. You will buy some, with money provided by the town of course, and pretend to use it. We have already rented an apartment for you two to stay in while "using" the drug, and after spending one night there, you will go to the same club the next night and ask for more. Then, when you have their attention, the police will storm their apartment and take over. . Questions, Comments, and or Concerns?"

Warren was in absolute shock. What the hell had he signed himself up to? Not only was he pretending to be in love with someone else's chick, he would have to pretend to have sex with her? And he has to sleep in the same apartment with her and eat with her. They would be using the same shower for Christ's sake. He could not do this. He was Warren Fucking Peace, not some manwhore. He couldn't, wouldn't. But then Warren had a moment of realization. If he backed out now, not only would Mrs. Powers be disappointed in him and he'd have to go to detention, but he imagined what Layla would feel. She would be crushed. Even though she didn't like him; Warren knew that, she would be heartbroken. It would seem like Warren absolutely detested Layla. Layla…

Layla was taking it like a trooper Warren noted in surprise. She didn't seem to be moved at all by this mission; which surprised him as he thought she was the good Christian girl who never cussed. And, with this assignment, they would be doing things a lot worse than saying some words. Or, pretending to at least. Layla looked fine though, maybe a little nauseated, but obviously not in the emotional whirlwind Warren was.

Mrs. Powers was staring directly at Warren when she said, "I need answers. Will you or will you not accept?" Layla nodded and murmured a small yes but the Principal wasn't listening to her. 'She must have already known Layla would accept' thought Warren.

Warren looked over at Layla. Short but long legged, ginger headed, hippie Layla and watched as her blush she had the entire time they were in the office die down. He had only known her for two hours but he had thought about her more than anyone else at the school. Even his girlfriend of all sophomore year wasn't in his brain as much as this strange girl. And Warren realized he couldn't let anyone do this with her. No one but him. Right then he knew the answer.

"I'll do it."

Layla couldn't believe her ears. A mission involving ecstasy? And Warren Peace? Arguably the hottest guy at school, both to the eye and temperature wise. What would her mother say? After her father died her mother had admittedly loosened the reigns a bunch, but an assignment but on by the SCHOOL that required doing IT! Well fake but you get the point. And acting as a couple in love at a nightclub. Layla wasn't as naïve as everybody thought. She knew what 'acting in love' meant. Grinding. Lots and lots of grinding. And kissing. And hugging. And dates. All this was running through her mind while Mrs. Powers was asking if Layla and Warren would accept the task. Of course Layla said yes. She didn't want the Principal on her bad side. Warren said yes too; a fact that undoubtedly surprised her.

"Well that is it then." Said Mrs. Powers, "Your assignment will begin three days from now, and I want you guys spending every possible minute with each other. I am well aware of the fact you have the same lunch and shall expect no less than you two at least sitting together. You guys need to sell it. Understand? Layla, you will also need a new wardrobe, perhaps a friend or shopping? I don't mean to be too frank here and lord knows how much trouble I'd be in if anyone heard me, but I need you to slut up a little. And Warren, you will need clothes that don't have burn marks in them understand? Finally, Layla I've contacted your parents, and Warren, your boss, to make sure everything is clear on what you will be doing. Both have graciously accepted what you will be doing and will help you, provided you need anything." Layla nodded and when the Principal nodded at the door she walked out, most likely to get on the bus. Warren got up to follow when Powers called after him.

Warren wondered what else this lady could possibly want. She was already basically making him do the dance with no pants with a girl he hardly knew. What the hell could she want?!

"Warren, one quick thing before you leave," said Mrs. Powers, "Layla is naïve, and I think you know what I'm getting at here. You understand the implications of this project right? Things are going to have to get physical here, and very, very intimate. If we have reason to believe they have a camera in your room, we will not call off the operation. This is or one and only chance to catch them. You will be expected to pretend to use the drug and as kids say today 'hook up.'"

Here Warren, King of the Stoic look, blushed. Now he understood why Powers wanted him to be here and not Layla. "Now I know you will be the one to initiate these...interactions… and this is why Miss. Williams left. Oh and Warren?" Warren looked at her, "Don't think I didn't see what happened in the hallway." Que another vicious blush from the Goth kid. God why did this keep happening to him? "Don't think I didn't see the feelings in your eyes. All I'm going to say is don't do anything you will regret. Or do anything that could make her regret doing this for this school."

And with that Warren was shooed from her office. The final school bell had ringed ten minutes ago and Warren walked to his motorcycle deep in thought. Good thing too. Because he had a lot to think about.

Done with chapter one! Reviews are welcomed!