It's kind of funny to think that superhero high school is actually ten times worse than regular high school. Yeah, that's right, superhero high school. Yes there is actually a school were 'gifted' teenagers are forced to learn how to maintain and use their powers, whether it's for good or not. The school has a great record of heroes though; they even have there own hall of fame. Every famous superhero had attended this school: Superman, Jet Stream, Commander, and even some of the not so natural superheroes like Spiderman. They even spawned off their own villains: Royal Pain, Mr. Freeze, and Baron Battle. The have gym and the "Save the Citizen" game which is more 'let's beat up our classmates' and have separated the whole school into two segregated groups: heroes and 'hero supporters' aka sidekicks. So need I explain anymore reasons as to why I was NOT excited…I am now a new member of the sophomore body of Sky High, a school were there is not only high testosterone, but super enhanced egos with high testosterone…Yippee…


She looked at her surroundings in disdain, trying to find a table were she could sit by herself, and also trying to avoid the 'flower child'. That girl had been trying to talk to her ever since the completely idiotic tradition of 'power placement' and the fiasco that took place. She wouldn't stop talking and was wearing way too much green for her liking. She just needed some time alone to adjust to this…well…school.

Her gaze landed on a table that was to the right side of the cafeteria, but far enough away so that no one would bother her, hopefully. When you're a sophomore starting at this school, everyone's bond to notice. They only allow 'special cases' to join the school late and apparently she was qualified for this special treatment. Which is just what she needs of course, more people to notice her and try to be 'friendly', stupid ingrates.

She slowly sat down, laying her black bag on the seat beside her. She took out her latest read, Queen of the Damned by the infamous Anne Rice. Books helped her forget, to escape from reality and into her own little dream world or the world the author had created for her. She had been a reader her whole life, especially now. Whenever life got tough, she opened a good book, curled into a ball, and read in a corner until everything was going to be okay again; at least that's what she did when she was little. It didn't work so well now. Her problems didn't consist of fighting with parents or friends anymore, but about school and life and love; she had seen many things many people never went through at her fifteen years of age. Life was tough and you have to deal, and she dealt the best she could, the best she can.

Her dark blonde hair was accented by the random black streaks underneath weaving in and out so you could see it when she moved her head. Her eyes were a light blue; ice blue that was what many people called them, ice blue. Her ears were each pierced three times with an extra cartilage piercing on her left ear. She had promised her parents she would only pierce her ears, so when they objected to the cartilage piercing she reminded them of their compromise, she could pierce any part of her ear, any part. That was an argument that they still were sore about; they hadn't wanted their daughter to look like a ruffian or a trouble maker, but parents were, well, parents, they never wanted what their children wanted and were always the victim of being the last to know; what they don't know won't hurt them, right? That was a saying most teenagers lived by, well, at least till their parents found out in the strangest way and grounded them for a whole month to show they still had power, a thing most parents don't realize has been long lost.

The rest of her outfit was merely an old off the shoulder Guns'N'Roses shirt with a black wife beater underneath, a short jean skirt with fishnets, and her ever handy combat boots; every girl should have a pair, they were imperative to ass kicking. To put it plainly, she didn't really stick out that much at Sky High, every student was quirky and a little strange in their own way whether it be being a complete individual or a follower, everyone had a label and if all they knew about her was the fact she was the new girl who transferred her sophomore year, that was fine, if that was all they knew. Unfortunately, that was not the case. Sky High, besides having an advanced school and knowledge system, also had a more advanced gossip network than a regular high school taking into account there was a girl that could clone herself, a guy who could run like the wind, a girl who could fly, and many others whose talents were used for extracurricular social events. Pretty much if anything interesting happens, the whole school, even the sidekicks, umm excuse me 'hero supporters', knew by lunchtime. This takes into account how everyone knew what had happened at power placement, and, more specifically, whose table she was sitting at. All of the students, hero and sidekick alike, were watching her as she slowly took out her book and began to read oblivious to the angry pyro coming her way.

"That's my seat." He said looking down on her in contempt. Usually, he would never be upset about a simple seat, but today had been a bad day and he felt like getting angry. Plus, Stronghold was sick and wouldn't be able to hold him back and flower child was no were to be found, it was a perfect time to take out his anger on an unsuspecting person.

She lifted her head up and looked him straight in the eye and replied, "That's nice," and continued to read.

The whole cafeteria looked at him, getting ready for a fight. No one got away with talking back to him, well except Stronghold, but they doubted a girl would go from his archenemies to best friend and were waiting eagerly for his reaction.

"You're sitting in my seat." He replied, slowly clenching his fists while a few licks of flame came out.

She slowly closed her book sighing, "Well, I don't see your name on it, so since that's the case you have no claim to this seat," she glanced up at him seeing the anger in his face but most importantly the pain in his eyes and started to speak again, "but since it seems like your about to have a hairy canary, I'll be kind enough to share."

She sat down and moved her bag to the floor leaving another seat open. He continued to stand anyway and flamed his hands up. She stood again, "Well, if you don't want to compromise then I'm just going to force you."

"Do you know who I am?" he asked glaring at her.

"No, and I don't give a damn, just sit down and I'll leave you alone. Geez, it's just a goddamn seat."

"Maybe, but it's my seat and I want you to move!" He yelled shooting out flames from his hands.

She immediately raised her hands and formed a shield of ice around her while shooting specks at him.

"Look, whoever you are," she said coming up to him, "I don't want to fight. All I wanted to do was read my book and try to survive in another high school."

He glared at her, not thinking. All the events of the day were making him angry, and this girl was not helping him anyway. He was about to explode, so why not just get it over with and get in trouble. He might as well get detention now if he was going to end up there anyway.

"Too bad," he replied, once again taking all of his anger and glaring at her, "you're going to have to."

"Fine," she replied, "but remember, I warned you," and with that she started shooting ice at him taking in the full amount of his anger and using her own.

Her gaze landed on his dark brown eyes and muscular body. His hair consisted of brown locks with red streaks and full, plush lips. He rolled up his sleeves as they began to fight, exposing his muscular arms and the flame tattoos around his wrists.

She grinned to herself and leapt at him, I never could resist a man with tattoos, attempting to tackle him to the ground while instead she found herself laying on the floor, pain searing through her body. The bastard had hit her right in the stomach with his flames. She groaned, slowly standing up as she heard the slight hysterical voice of flower girl trying to get a teacher. She smiled to herself, maybe this fight would get hippie off her back once and for all.

He walked towards her slowly, regret seeping through him as he saw how hard it was for her to stand. Her eyes caught his as she began to resume her fighting position, brown on blue, fire against ice. He let his face draw into a smirk, she was a good actress, but he could tell she was alright; she was probably hoping his guilt would make him step closer to him so she could take him out; well, not this time, not this time.

His smirk grew as he backed away and she cursed, Idiot, he wasn't fooled. I really need to work on my acting skills. Her face drew into a grim line as they went into hand to hand combat.

He was good and strong, she'd give him that especially since he was starting to tire her out. She needed to end this once in for all, her body was starting to grow extremely weak. She delivered one last kick which he caught, as she hoped. He grabbed her leg and twirled her around not noticing that she had swept his feet underneath him as well. She turned and landed on top of him holding him down with her body. She held down his fiery hands with her icy ones causing a giant smoke to surround them as she continued to lean down until they were eye to eye. She tenderly moved a piece of his black and red stripped hair away from his face as her lips came close to his with a passion neither of them knew they possessed and ended the fight.

Everyone gasped in shock as Warren Peace wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her even closer to him. They continued to be frozen in disbelief as his eyes began to close and his face turned pale.

They stared at her as she got off of him with a glint of regret in her eye and walked out, stunned that Warren Peace had been defeated by a girl, especially by one action, a simple kiss.