Chapter two because I have no life and don't wanna do homework! I still don't own Sky High, what a shock. Reviews, favs and follows are always appreciated. Enjoy! ^_^


"Of course you're going out tonight!" Diana beamed. "Firstly, you already said you would. Second, you're making friends, which is amazing! And third, you're just gonna sit home and eat food and watch movies."

I rolled my eyes. "Fine. I'm going." I started for the door.

"Absolutely not!" she shrieked, grabbing me by the arm. "Not looking like that, you're not."

I was dragged upstairs and forced into a light blue dress with white sparrows patterned on it. It reached my mid-thighs, as most of my clothing did and had spaghetti straps holding it up.

"Put this brown belt on too." she tossed it to me. "Here's your jacket." she tossed my brown leather to me and threw my boots at me too.

"Diana. Aren't you forgetting something?" I muttered, sliding my boots on.

She lifted a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. "Money, Di. Money."

"Of course!" she laughed, jogging downstairs as I followed, snatching my bag on the way. "Try to have fun." she smiled. "And, Cadia." I turned to face her. "I'm proud of you."


"That outfit is so cute! Dresses look really good on you." Layla smiled as I met them outside the Paper Lantern as I was instructed to do.

Will smiled and held the door open for us both. "Hope you like Chinese food."

"As a matter of fact, I do." I said, following Layla as she walked straight to a booth in the corner of the restaurant.

We looked at the menus and Layla kept looking up at me. "Is something wrong?"

"No! Of course not!" she smiled. "So! Do you have any questions about Sky High? Or the students in Sky High? Like Warren?"

I furrowed my brow at her and Will nudged her, shaking his head. "Yeah, actually. One. Is he a junior?"

She nodded eagerly. "Yeah, he seems like a kinda dumb guy too, but he's actually really smart. He can be nice too. And he really does care. He helped save the school last year. And he's not too bad looking either." she rambled.

"Layla. What the hell." I blinked at her.

Layla shook her head. "Sorry. I don't know what I was doing."

"Oookay." I looked back at the menu.

"Oh! So, Magenta and I were gonna have a sleepover after this and I was wondering if you'd like to come." she smiled expectantly.

Sleepover? I don't think I'd ever even been to one. "Okay. I guess."

"Great! Oh! Ohhhh..." Layla looked up at our waiter. Oh..."Heyyyy Warren." she smiled, scratching her neck.

Oh my god. What. His hair was all...tied back and...huh. Hot stuff was living up to his name. "Hi. What do you want?" he grumbled, holding the pad and pen.

"General Tso's Tofu." Layla smiled. "And green tea."

"Chicken and broccoli." Will smiled awkwardly.

I shifted my gaze and shrugged. "I'm not really hungry. Just a coke."

"Aw, c'mon. Get something, Arcadia." Layla pleaded. "Everything is really good here."

Sighing, I glanced at the menu again. "I guess a bowl of hot and sour soup."

"Sure thing, ghost girl." Warren smirked, leaning forward to take my menu.

I didn't have the guts to call him hot stuff when he looked like this. "Thanks, matchstick."

Once he'd left, I heaved a deep breath and looked down. "Oh my god, you totally like Warren!" Layla whispered excitedly.

"No. I don't." I snapped. "I admit, he looks really...really good with his hair tied back and his arms showing, but I don't LIKE him."

She smiled coyly and nodded. "Okay, but you gotta admit, his voice is PRETTY deep..."

"Ugh! Will! Do something!" I grumbled, pressing my face into my hands.

"Well...it does seem like you two would be good together." he shrugged.

I threw my hands up. "Are you kidding me?!" I could NOT believe this. "I barely even know him!"

"You could get to know him!" Layla argued. "Try and be nice to him?"

I shook my head. "I'm already being nice to him."

"Here." Warren placed our drinks on the table and I refused to look up. Of course Layla HAD to make him seem SO desirable. Now I couldn't even look at him!

After we'd gotten our meals, Layla had to use the bathroom. And so did Will. It was already late and they had been gone for quite a while.

"They ditch you, ghost girl?" Warren asked.

I risked a glance at him. "Who knows?" I shrugged.

"Mind if I sit down?" he gestured to the seat across from me.

"Free country."

We stared at each other for a few minutes before he spoke. "So, they boring you yet?"

Once again, I found myself shrugging. "Not exactly. Oh, I don't know if you've noticed, but they're trying to set us up."

"Yeah." he snorted. "I noticed."

I shook my head, strands of wispy hair fluttering around me. "Why are they doing it? It won't work."

"They think it'll make the world a better place or something." he shrugged. "Why are you hanging out with them anyway? You don't seem like the type to go out to dinner."

Now it was my turn to shrug. "My sister is obsessed with the idea of me having friends. She's forcing me to make them. You all seem like the better option."

"Well, I see them coming back and I need to get to work. Later, ghost girl." he smirked, rising from the booth.

I took a sip of coke. "Bye, matchstick."


I couldn't believe this is what sleepovers were like. I refused to let Layla and Magenta paint my nails. Or braid my hair. Or give me a ridiculous make over.

Now they were taking turns asking stupid questions about boys and dating. I wanted to hurl myself out a window.

"So, Arcadia." Layla smiled. "What's your type?"

"Of what?"

She and Magenta shared a look. "Of boy!" she laughed, shaking her head as if it had been the most obvious question in the world.

"Uh...I hadn't really thought about it I guess. I haven't had a boyfriend in a couple years..." I mumbled, mentally barring doors that memories were trying to burst through.

Magenta looked up from Layla's extremely purple fingernails. "What happened with the last one?"

I licked my lips, stopping myself from touching my necklace. "He died."

They both stopped and stared at me. "Oh my goodness. What happened?!" Layla exclaimed, mouth wide open.

"I'm sorry, you must be at least a level five friend to unlock my tragic backstory." I smiled tightly.

They both seemed taken aback. What? Like I was gonna tell them how my boyfriend died?! That was friggin personal!

"Well!" Layla smiled, trying to change the subject. "At least tell us how you got that scar."

I touched my cheek lightly and an almost smile formed on my lips. "Its from a bar fight actually."

"No way!" Magenta grinned, leaning forward. Layla's nails had been forgotten.

Nodding, I leaned backwards on my hands. "I was in New York City in this really dingy pub and some asshole decided to grope my friend. He was a real big guy. Real ugly too. Bald, fat, missing a couple teeth I think."

Layla and Magenta wrinkled their noses. "Anyway, I did what any friend would do and punched him in the nose. But apparently he was one of those guys who didn't care about hitting girls, so he tried to hit me."

The girls gasped, leaning closer. "It was sort of an unspoken rule in those types of pubs that unless the person starting the fight pulled out a weapon, it was just your fists. But this guy realized about halfway through our little fight that he was gonna lose."

"So he grabbed this broken bottle off the ground and started swinging it. Now, I'm pretty good at dodging, but this guy was crazy. He had no rhythm to his swings, so I couldn't dodge everything and he managed to slice me."

They stared expectantly at me. "So what'd you do?!" Magenta urged.

"I grabbed a bar stool and hit him across the face with it." I shrugged. "It was a pretty good fight till the police showed up and brought me down to the station. My sister was pretty pissed.."

Layla grimaced. "I would not want Wonder Woman angry with me."

"Me either." I nodded. "But my sister is worse."


I'd been at Sky High for a few moths now and three weeks into my classes, I was switched into advanced classes, so I had three out of five classes with Warren every day, not including gym.

It was third block. Super Hero History. It sucked. Even more so now that I'd started realizing that Warren Peace was semi-attractive. He sat right next to me.

"Alright, partner up." Mr. Brigham droned. "Work through the rest of the chapter or it's homework."

I turned to Warren, attempting to hide the look of dread that I was sure my face had fallen into.

"Alright, let's get started." he muttered, pulling his hair up into a ponytail. I felt my ears get hot and I grimaced at the feeling of my stomach clenching. "You okay?"

I nodded, staring intensely at my book. "You know, we live across the street from each other right?"

I nodded again. "And other than classes, and that one time at the Paper Lantern, we've never talked."

"Sorry." I muttered.

I heard him sigh. "Yeah, me too. You seemed pretty cool. I'm not too sure what happened."

I started thinking you were cute. "I guess I assumed you didn't really want to talk." I shrugged. Liar.

"I never said that." his voice dropped an octave lower. How.

I started thinking what might happen if we dated and it seemed like a great idea until I remembered Calum. "I just thought you were fine with the friends you had." Liar.

"I can't make new friends?"

I shot him a look. "You're not exactly the most inviting guy ever."

"Yeah, well, you're like a stone wall, ghost girl."

"Shove it, matchstick."

"That's more like it, marshmallow."

"No. Seriously, hot stuff. I am NOT doing this for homework."


"So! How's everyone's day so far?" Layla asked as she sat down beside Will.

I glanced up from my sandwich. "Well, matchstick and I became best buds. Isn't that right, hot stuff?" I smirked at Warren.

"Nope."

"Thanks..." I muttered, going back to my food.

Magenta snorted and I looked over at her, lifting an eyebrow. "You two have so much sexual tension building up its incredible."

"Seriously. Like, just kiss already." Zach laughed, gazing longingly at Magenta. Warren shot him a death glare and he jumped back slightly. "Or don't. Ya know, do what makes you happy."

I shook my head, tying my hair into a long braid over my shoulder. "Well thanks to hot stuff here, I have a ton of history homework to do when I get home."

"Just come to my house and we'll do it." Warren snapped. "It's not a big deal."

"Yeah, Cadia." Will grinned devilishly. "Just go to Warren's house and do it."

Sliding my brown leather off, I rolled my eyes. "Oh, shove it Stronghold."

"Hey! Arcadia!" I looked around lazily and found a brown-haired, blue-eyed, freckled boy calling to me from the table across from ours.

What was his name...Matthew...no..Marcus...no...Mac! That was it! "Hey, Mac, what's up?" I stood from my seat and started to walk over. He jogged to me and we stood in front of my table.

"Um..." he rubbed the back of his neck, his ears were turning pink. "Would you like to go out some time?"

Wait what. I stood there in shock, not knowing what to say. "Uh...could I think about it?"

He nodded eagerly. "Yeah! Totally! You should definitely think about it!" a grin spread across his face and he stumbled as he walked backwards to his table. "A lot!"

I couldn't help but laugh lightly as I sat back down. We all sat awkwardly for a moment before Layla burst out, "You can't go out with him!"

"What?" I lifted an eyebrow. "Why not?"

Will nudged her and she bit her lip. "No reason." I gave her a short glare and went back to my lunch. "Anyway, did you guys know that Arcadia's gotten into a bar fight before?"

Warren's head shot up and Zach cooed awkwardly, "Is that how you got that badass scar?"

"Yeah."

"She was in this fight with a guy WAY bigger than her and she won!" she was trying to cover up her outburst, but it wasn't working.

I crossed my legs and slid my lunch away from me. "Why shouldn't I go out with him, Layla?"

She shifted uncomfortably under my glare. "Oh, I see." I sneered, leaning back. "You're trying to play matchmaker with me and Warren."

"What?!" she tried laughing my comment off and I stood up angrily, slamming my hands on the table.

"Well you can forget it!" I snapped, stalking over to Mac. "I'd love to go out sometime. How about this Saturday. Seven 'o clock."

He popped up from his seat, grinning. "Sure, where'd you wanna go?"

I looked over my shoulder and glared at Layla, speaking loud enough for my entire table to hear. "The Paper Lantern."

"Great, I love Chinese food." he shrugged, still smiling.