yay, me gots two reviewers!!!! *does happy dance* i was going to wait a week before posting again, but me+reviews=happy and inspired. so here's the next chapter.
Load up on guns/ Bring your friends/ It's fun to lose and to pretend/ She's overboard/ Self-assured/ I know, I know/ A dirty word/ Hello, hello, hello, how low/ Hello, hello, hello, how low/ Hello, hello, hello, how low/ Hello, hello, hello/ With the lights out/ It's less dangerous/ Here we are now/ Entertain us/ I feel stupid and contagious/ Here we are now/ Entertain us..."
"Smells Like Teen Spirit" by Nirvana
Chapter One
Let's get one thing straight: Warren Peace didn't do romance. The closest thing he'd ever come doing anything close to romance was him playfully lighting a candle at the Paper Lantern when he sat down with Layla. Which might possibly be why he and whatever that ice girl's name was--he hadn't even asked--had never even spared each other a glance after the Homecoming dance. Neither had been even slightly insulted by the others disinterest.
Warren didn't do crushes. Please. Twelve year old Jonas Brothers fans had crushes. You either liked someone or you didn't, there was no such thing as crushes, because as Warren saw it, crushes were when you thought someone was "hot" and if they got a girlfriend--boyfriend, anything--you'd say it was just a crush and get another within the next class. Damn teenyboppers.
Warren, while not a romancer, as stated above, was under the firm belief that you went out with people because you liked them, and if it was just for sex, you should make that known and absolutely not hold hands/kiss/canoodle in front of people, giving the impression that you are together.
It was lunchtime. Warren sat reading A Clockwork Orange, Will sat across from him, Layla sat next to him, their hands joined between their bodies, Zach on the flower girl's other side, And Ethan next to him. Next to Warren himself was Magenta and Taryn, who they called Taz, some new student in the sidekicks' class that Layla had taken pity on. She used to be a hero, her superpower being... well, she claimed it was gravity. Warren had never actually seen her prove it. She was kind of obnoxious in that way that she played matchmaker with everyone and yet had never been in a relationship. And she was somehow convinced that Warren was in love with Will.
Yeah, right. And she had this way of acting like she was afraid of Warren--a light fear, not like Ethan-fear--, but still doing monumentally stupid things that would rile him up. Still he couldn't bring himself to dislike her, as she was sort of like a short female version of Warren.
"So, Aberdeen is in Scotland?" Zach asked, bemused.
"I always thought it was in Ireland," Taryn agreed. She ducked her pickle into Ethan's vanilla pudding and bit into it, washing it down with pineapple juice. The group gave a collective grimace, but the short brunette just continued, "You see? This is what happens when you go to a school with no Social Studies classes."
"Yeah," Ethan said, "but on the plus side, we have a class dedicated soley to learning how to hot-wire cars, so..."
"Please, like you really need a class for that," Warren snorted.
The ice girl passed by and, for the first time since Homecoming, looked at Warren. It was subtle, but Zach and Taryn noticed.
"Nice legs," Taryn commented. "Too thin, though." She pinned a bright red streak back where it had fallen out of her messy half-ponytail.
"Mm," Warren commented. It was true, of course, and if there was one thing he didn't like it was eighty pound 5'9'' platinum blondes. Taryn seemed to be reading his mind because she chirped, "What is your type, Warren?"
Warren ran his tongue over the inside of his bottom lip. "Redheads. Tall ones, full lips, not too skinny, with playboy hips with legs for miles."
Magenta raised an eyebrow. "You do realize you just described Layla, right?"
"Layla doesn't have playboy hips, nor is she all that tall," Ethan argued.
"Should I be worried?" Will asked, putting his arm around the girl in question.
"Stronghold, if I wanted Layla, you wouldn't have a chance, believe me," he smirked.
"Ouch," Magenta stated, shaking her head lightly at the look on Will's face. Warren caught his eye again and flicked his tongue over his sharp canines, smirking as Will rolled his bottom lip into his mouth and bit down, before Layla said something and his attention was diverted. Warren fought the scowl off his face, lowering his eyes to his dystopian novel once again. It wasn't Layla's fault, really. If, in some crazy alternate universe where Warren actually gave a crap about what Will thought about him and Will and Layla were still dating and maybe on a slight off chance that, while Will still cared about the redhead, he might possibly have a tiny thing for Warren and Layla somehow knew and was whoring his attention on purpose, the pyrokinetic might get mad, but seeing as how he didn't really care about what Will thought about him--like that, anyway--, and Will probably didn't have a slight, miniscule thing for him, though he was with Layla, but.... Wow, Warren's head hurt.
Taryn bit into her sandwich. She inspected it critically as she chewed. "Since bread is square, why is sandwich meat round?"
Warren ignored her, and the rest of the table as their conversation continued on from there, and eventually, having tired from reading the same sentence seven times, just stared at the pages and listened to Will's laugh when Zach or Taryn said something stupid, which was often.
Warren was thankful.
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"Warren!"
Warren turned, rolling his eyes all the way up to star at the ceiling, mouthing, 'why me?' as Zach and Ethan--who seemed to be joined at the hip these days--came up behind him. Zach looked at the ceiling as well. "What are we looking at?" he asked, tugging his white three-quarter length cargos up where they'd ridden down his hips, exposing neon yellow boxers.
Warren exhaled, "Nothing. Did you want something?"
"Yeah, it's your turn to rent movies, but Layla asked that you didn't get anything too violent because we're going to her house tonight and after watching horror movies she'd have to reajust the chi or something." Zach shrugged. "I don't know, I stopped listening after 'too violent'."
"Alright," Warren said, "I'll see you guys then."
Warren paused. Horror movies, even stupid, not even all that convincing ones, had Layla cowering like a scared hamster, into Will, who'd laugh and hold her tighter, which was annoying. Sure, he'd basically helped those two together in the first place, but... I don't know, he thought. Layla+Willxacting couply=totally ruining a monumentally high number of horror movies for me. So, essencially, Warren had three choices: 1) choose a comedy and be bored to death, as well as annoyed when Will would smile that little bit bigger when Layla laughed, 2)choose a not-all-that-scary movie, and still have Layla get scared and need to be hiding her face in Will's chest all night, or 3) choose a good horror movie and just ignore everything.
Lovely set of choices.
hope it was long enough for the ones that wanted longer chapters. please review. also, those people who i know for a fact are reading and not reviewing because you put this story on your author alert, review or no next chappie. yeah, i know what you're thinking. you're thinking, "jeez, give a girl a review and she thinks she owns the world." but gues what? i'm a review junkie. so there. if i get more reviews, i will update faster. faster as in, the rate of a chapter every other day. so there!!!!!!!
