"Hello." I set my tray down next to the girl obsessed with purple and greeted her with a brief smile.
"Who are you?" She asked, scoffing.
"Someone looking for someone who's insight of the school has a cynical view. I thought by your sneer towards the quote 'popular table' unquote that you would be one of the few I deemed worthy for my friendship. Either that or I'd mercilessly torture that antisocial boy with his own table into filling the position I considered giving to you."
"And what position is that?" She asked, giving a small glance towards said antisocial boy and smirking. She probably knew him.
"Why, the job of being my guide towards school. Most people call the position being my friend, but other people hate me too much to say so."
"I can tell you're a popular one." A boy wearing red, white, and blue with a brown bowl cut said cheerfully.
"Ugh, you're so patriotic it burns." I sneered, unable to stand the sight of his wardrobe choice, "You need to learn a thing or two about the faults of our lovely country. I'd clue you in if someone cut out my eyes." I looked around at the table and spotted a nerd, another blinding person, and a tree hugger, "Never mind. I'll take my chances with the scary looking boy."
I left as soon as I could, squinting slightly to avoid staring at the bright colors.
"That was..." Layla paused, unable to think of a word other than "unusual."
"Hi." I said rather cheerfully for someone of my status. Or lack thereof.
"The tables off limits." The boy growled, failing in my eyes to look even remotely threatening.
"Okay." I replied, beginning to eat my food. I think I was eating tapioca... or corn.
"Aren't you going to go?"
"Nope."
"Yet you comprehend the fact that the table is off limits."
"Well yes, I comprehend it, but do you expect me to abide by your rules when the preps and jocks have already laid down countless unwritten laws I'm supposed to follow too? I'd rather not follow any rules than take time out of my day to tiptoe around other students egos when I can do what I want and feed mine." If he was anything like the other ice cubes I've crushed, he would respect my little speech and in turn grant me access to his... table. It was like we were all animals.
"Go... away." Okay, maybe he was a really big ice cube. I must chisel more.
"Sorry, but I'd rather not." Maybe I would find out what his powers were too.
A fireball appeared in his hands and I squeaked, a habit I thought I'd gotten rid of.
"Eep." I said in a whisper, cursing that this was the second time I was threatened with fire when I've managed to avoid looking at it altogether for two years, three weeks, and six days.
"You'll get used to it if you choose to stay here." He sneered, ignoring the fact that all the cafeteria was staring at us by now and closing his palm over the ball of evil.
I took a deep breath, counted to ten, and opened my eye.
"I'd prefer not accustoming myself to that." I said snottily, mimicking a movie I once saw, "So I'd appreciate it if you'd never ever do that again."
"You can't even say fire."
"Why would I want to?"
"Why can't you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Say it."
"It."
"Say fire?"
"Why?"
"Why not?"
"You're acting immature."
"You can't even say a four letter word."
"Why can't I?"
"How should I know how your brain works?"
"I don't know, you seem to think pretty high of yourself."
"What gave you that idea?"
"Please, a table all to yourself where you can command anyone who wishes to sit down to leave? They all obey you, take extra precautions never to touch you, because they fear you, like scared little subjects a king would order around. A pretty low thing if you ask me, my lord."
"You know nothing about me."
"Likewise, your highness." I gave him a little smirk, pretty sure if there were little river dancers in my eyes they'd be doing a jig by now.
"I'd rather be the feared king of the school rather than a freshman who goes out of her way to prove that she can do whatever she wants when really all she wants to do is hide underneath the table she's sitting in and cry."
I leaned over the table aside and punched him in the jaw. He quickly retaliated by starting to fire up, something I knew he would do. Instead I manipulated the fire into a snake and had it slither to the floor, leaving a scorch mark on the white tile. I may be piss scared of fire, but I was annoyed by him even more.
"Don't attack the pyrokinetic with fire." I spat, proving to him that I wasn't afraid of a word. Just the actual thing. The snake floated up to the table and dunked itself into my glass of water. Good, the fire's gone now, "That would be stupid."
I sat down calmly, not even noticing I stood up when I punched him, and started to eat my mystery mush. Guess the analyzing could work both ways. Who figured?
"Spoiled brat." He muttered, also sitting back down.
Both of us sent a glare to the crowd at the same time, neither noticing what the other was doing, and the audience went back to their own food, starting up conversations of nothing.
"Conceited jerk."
"You're afraid of fire."
"What gave you that idea? I'm a pyrokinetic, how can I be afraid of fire?" And how the hell could he tell?
"First of all, you could only say fire when you wanted to prove to me you weren't weak."
I scoffed.
"Secondly," Who says 'secondly'? A wimpy literature man, that's who. And me. Dammit, "Don't think I didn't hear you sigh in relief once you dipped the fire into water and it went away. And third, you didn't even go near the fire. You backed up whenever I lit up."
I sighed, rather loudly. That guy was good.
"Okay, first of all," Mocking was oh so fun, "Tell anyone and I'll follow you around and make sure your powers will never work properly again. Second of all, I have a perfectly legitimate reason for being absolutely terrified of fire and of my powers, which just so happen to control fire." Lucky me, "Ironic, right? Third, I'm not going to be telling you, ever, the reason I'm afraid of fire, because that reason is mine, my own, and my parents. Fourthly, yes, I have yet another thing, don't think I'm not going to try and get you back for calling me on this and for trying to burn me to a crisp." I stood up along with my tray where I promptly dumped the food into the trashcan conveniently right next to me. I slung my backpack over my shoulder and curtsied with a mocking smile.
"I'll see you later."
The strange thing was, I never even learned the boy's name.
Author's Note: No, this is not going to be a Warren/OC fic. Nooooo, I suck at that stuff. And it's too expected of an OC Sky High fic. No pairings. Yes, Warren will be in the story alot, but no smoochy accidental pregnancy. Nooo.