Weather Girl

Summary: Senka Poe has been in love with Warren Peace for...well, forever. As a senior, a series of changes cause her to reconsider pretty much her entire life and nothing is like she thought it would be. Especially with Warren. WarrenOC eventual, LashOC

Disclaimer: I pretty much claim nothing.

Just a note: I haven't stolen this story from Moontrimmer. It's an old pen name of mine, and when I finally started re-writing this, I realized I had no idea what email I was using two or so years ago.

Project REVAMP/REWRITE: I was working on my magical yearly update and decided to go back and read through the story so far. Then for the next 12 hours I went through and proceeded to revamp every single chapter, and some were almost completely rewritten. Enjoy.

THIS CHAPTER GOT REVAMPED ON AUGUST 4th, 2012.

first day of the rest of my life and i miss you already

After that fateful first-day-of-freshman-year, I followed Warren like a hawk. With my eyes, I mean. I wasn't a stalker. But it didn't really matter, because even though my crush on him was the size of Jupiter, in reality, he never noticed my existence for even a half of a second. That is, until one day…I didn't know it when I woke up that morning, but looking back, I guess you could call it the first day of the rest of my life. It was the beginning of my life changing for good…but not sure if it would be for the better.

"Senka Marie! Wake up already!"

My mom's voice broke the blissful silence of sleep and I groaned, smushing my pillow over my head in an effort to pretend it was not a dreaded Monday Morning. So gross. I didn't want to get up, didn't want to go to school, didn't want to do any of it.

"Alright, alright, I'm awake!" I shouted back, before rolling myself out of bed and starting my morning routine: shower, blow dry, get dressed, throw school stuff together, run downstairs in time for a glass of orange juice and some toast, before running out the door. No one would ever describe me as much of a morning person. If it happened before 9am, I experienced it while in a complete daze. I couldn't tell you how many bus stop conversations I'd had in my life that felt like a dream. You see, there'd only ever been one kid (beside me) at my bus stop. His name was Charlie, and we both bonded over how much we hated riding the bus. I had my license, but flying cars were kind of difficult to come by.

"Hey Spooky," Charlie said in greeting, just like he did every morning. As usual, his smiling face was disgusting and made me feel like punching a puppy. His nickname for me was also a point of annoyance. Spooky? Really? Where did he even get that one from? We engaged in the normal meaningless chatter, like any other day. When the bus arrived, I grudgingly got on, disgusted with how it was packed full of freshman and obnoxious lower-classmen. Times like that I was thankful for Charlie; we always sat together. He was completely reliable and fun loving, even if his jokes were corny.

"Did your day get any better?" Charlie asked as I sat down, referring to the hellish yesterday I had put up with. Teachers had never liked me much, especially one Coach Boomer. It seemed his personal mission in life was to make mine miserable and I hated him for it.

"Not really," I sighed. "I went home and had to make dinner for Brad and Drew, finish up my mound of homework, and help my mom clean up once she got home."

"Sorry," he added, trying to be sympathetic.

"It's not like it was your fault," I shrugged, and when I did, I both heard and felt my iPod fall out of my jacket pocket. Panic spread through me. If that thing broke, I was dead…and without music. Cursing under my breath, I turned around in my seat and tried to grope around on the floor for it, all the while praying it remained undamaged.

"Missing this?" asked the deep, hypnotizing voice of none other than Warren Peace, love of my teenaged life. I couldn't help the dreamy sigh that escaped me, but then my head snapped up. If I weren't already embarrassed, what happened after that definitely made my cheeks turn red. My head and Warren's chin collided with a loud 'crack' and then somehow I also managed to get him in the nose. It was not one of my better moments.

"Eeep! I'm so sorry!" I squealed, rather unattractively might I add, and quickly grabbed the iPod from his grip before he dropped it. Or worse, chucked it at my head. Warren was totally the type to do something like that. But even after my prized possession was back in my grip, I couldn't help but stare at Warren nervously. What am I gonna do? I wondered. Turn around? Kiss it and make it better? I had a feeling he wouldn't appreciation that last suggestion.

"Watch it!" Warren growled, except it sounded more like 'botch it' than 'watch it' because of the bashing his nose had taken. Before he could threaten to beat the shit out of me, I swiveled around in my seat and made it a point not to look back. What followed was the most nerve-wracking bus ride of my entire life, including the first one. As I got off the bus, I was followed close behind by Charlie, and we wandered over to the grass together awkwardly like we always did. We'd only been standing there a few minutes when I heard someone say my name.

"Hey Senka!" shouted a somewhat familiar voice from across the courtyard. I spotted a sophomore by the name of Magenta; she was a fellow sidekick who could turn into a guinea pig. We'd met at the end of the last school year and since then had hung out a handful of times. I liked her well enough, so with a shrug to Charlie, I approached her and her group of friends. Everyone knew them – after last year's incident, it would have surprised me if anyone at Sky High or the superhero community didn't look up to them.

"Errrr hi," I said awkwardly. I didn't really know Magenta that well, but I wanted to. Her friends? That was a different story. But apparently she felt she was supposed to introduce them to me and me to them. Will, Layla, Zach (aka the Gangster Wannabe), Ethan, and, oh my, Warren. Perhaps becoming friends with Magenta wouldn't such a bad thing after all...

"Guys, this is Senka Poe," Magenta introduced me.

"We've met," Warren commented hotly. By hotly, I mean that he sounded angry. And of course, that he was smokin' both in the literal sense and in the sense that he was a total stud.

I stood there for a little while with them as we waited for the first bell of the morning to ring. I felt Warren's gaze on me, but chalked it up to him still being sore about what happened on the bus. The group of kids was okay, I thought, and could see myself getting along with enough to form something between acquaintanceship and friendship. About five minutes after Magenta introduced me, though, I felt a hand pinch my ass. What the hell? I thought, angrily, but I was also confused. I honestly didn't have a clue as to who would even want do that to me, of all people! Turning around, I scanned the crowd and saw a hand retreat around a corner. In that moment I felt this sense of horror descend on me. I didn't want to believe it. There was no way in hell they could have let Lash Dayton back into Sky High…right?

"Uh, I gotta go," I said calmly, far more so than I actually felt, before stomping off in the direction I'd seen the hand go. When I turned the corner, I came face to face with an all too familiar figure.

"Hey baby," purred the voice of a boy named Lash Dayton. I had to wonder…why wasn't he in hero jail? Why wasn't he in the detention room with Royal Pain? Most importantly, why on earth was he grabbing my hand and pulling me further away from the crowds? I felt like the entire justice system had turned on its head just to spite me.

"Lash, what are you doing?" I asked, incredulous. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Let's just say that I convinced a few important people that I was being forced to do things against my will," his suave voice answered with a grin. I was surprised. But then again, I knew first hand how persuasive Lash could be.

Lash Dayton. What was there to say about him? Or really, what wasn't there to say? My junior year, I managed to catch his eye and his affections. Originally, I found the whole thing flattering. While I hadn't been certain as to why he started liking me, the fact that I grew boobs out of nowhere the previous summer was a pretty sensible explanation. You know, apart from my obviously magnetic personality (sarcasm). Back then I'd seen him as this bad-boy-senior and couldn't believe he wanted me! Me, shy little Senka Poe. We dated for a while, but broke up for a couple of reasons. One being my obsession with Warren Peace and the other the way he would just disappear. Later I found out his casual disappearances were realized to the Royal Pain fiasco. I thought I'd never see him again after that, but to my surprise, there he was with one hand on my waist, pulling me close to him, and the other gripping my hand. For a second I wondered why he'd waited so long to reveal himself. Then again, I lived in my own little world a lot, and on top of that he was in hero class (me in side kick) so if he'd been around the entire year it made sense I hadn't noticed. I did not want to put up with him again, and understandably, I was angry. So angry, in fact, that the bright blue skies darkened and thunder was heard in the distance.

"Geez, sorry, didn't know I was making you that mad," Lash said, looking out into the clouds before slowly letting me go.

"Well you were," I told him haughtily, before adding: "Why couldn't you just stay away?"

"Missed you too much, of course," he answered, a wolfish grin on his face. Ugh.

I thought that if I stayed for even a second longer I'd explode, so I promptly walked away. Thankfully the bell rang then, and was quickly followed by the mass of students moving into the building. For the first time ever, I was glad to be a sidekick because it meant I wouldn't have to see Lash.

Later in the day, all the seniors were summoned to the gym for an announcement. If I weren't such a blatant rule follower, I probably would have skipped the whole thing. But it's a good thing I didn't, I guess, because the announcement turned out to change my life in a lot of ways. I soon discovered that, in an effort to assimilate us seniors into the world of being heroes with sidekicks, or sidekicks to heroes, we were required to participate in Save the Citizen more often than the lower classes and we would be required to pair up hero to sidekick. As life often goes, I, the person who wanted to be picked the least... was picked first that day. Luck was never much of a lady to me.

"Peace and Poe vs. Lee and Marx," Coach Boomer announced, and all the blood probably rushed from my face.

Yes, I was finally paired up with Warren Peace. If it were a dream, it'd be labeled as best-dream-ever! In real life, though? Definitely not a dream come true. It was bound to be an embarrassing affair. Warren and I were teamed up against sidekick Emma Marx and hero Devola Lee. I didn't know Devola at all, naturally, but I did know she was some sort of attack telepath. Emma and I, on the other hand, had a few classes together over the years. Her miraculous power? She could cause herself to flash the colors of the rainbow.

When Boomer gave us the signal to start, Devola immediately started mind pelting Warren, or at least that's what it looked like. Clearly she didn't consider me a threat, which was understandable at the time. My brothers might have been well known heroes during their time at Sky High but back then I was just Senka Poe, their sidekick little sister nobody knew. While Warren tried to fight off Devola by occasionally powering up, Emma and I just stared at each other. For good measure, she started flashing colors and I had to struggle very hard not to laugh.

"Sorry about this Emma," I apologized, and with reluctance decided to start up a little storm to distract Devola and give Warren a chance to set the bitch on fire. No lightning, though; in a gym it was a bit dangerous, though I wouldn't have minded if Devola got stuck down by lightning. Unfortunately, despite the sudden rain, she was unphased and it also caused Warren to start smoking. Oops?

"You have got to be kidding me," I muttered to myself. I realized that if I wanted to get at least half points for the day, I would have to save the stupid citizen. Running a hand through my hair, a tired, defeated sigh escaped me. Totally hating life right now, I thought to myself.

Back in the real world, outside of my thoughts, the storm had caused a surplus of darkness in the gym. That was the funny thing about my powers. I never understood how they were two-fold, but they were. I could create storms but I didn't exactly have power over the weather like X-Men's Storm. I was limited to thunderstorms, lightning, and wind (tornadoes and whatnot). Then, after whatever I could conjure up was at full force, I found myself with the ability to meld into the shadows like they were an HOV lane on the highway. So that's exactly what I did: became one with the shadows in case Devola decided to mind rape me or whatever she was doing to Warren than made him clutch his head as if it were going to fall off. A quick glance to the clock told me I had limited time…as in I couldn't take Devola out in enough time for Warren to recover and save that dummy hanging in the middle of the gym. With that knowledge, taking a deep breath, I sped up. It gave me enough momentum to propel myself forward and, well, "materialize" just before knocking the citizen dummy out of the noose tied around its middle. Not even a second after I fell to the slippery floor, the ending buzzer rang.

The silence afterwards was deafening. It was a stunned silence, I knew. Nobody expected the sidekick to save the day or for her to have a real power. I knew what they thought. But then all the sidekicks in the crowd stood up and started whistling and applauding like nothing I'd heard before. Please, I thought, Please don't turn me into some sort of sidekick champion. That's what Magenta and her crew were for.Sure, at first, I'd been bitter about the whole sidekick thing, but after spending my entire high school career that way, I'd gotten used to it. I liked the anonymity and I wanted to stay that way. Needless to say, as quickly as possible I fled the scene, Coach Boomer be damned (basically my teenage philosophy in a nutshell).

At the end of the school day, I was plain tired. Tired of people patting me on the back and talking about my apparent victory. Victory, really? That made me laugh. Standing in line for the bus, I felt someone touch me lightly on the shoulder, and boy was their touch hot. Not in the sexy way, either. Unfortunately.

"What?" I asked, sounding annoyed. It'd been a long day at that moment I felt my heart beating a thousand times faster than normal. I knew I had to be blushing, too. Damn Warren Peace...sexy touch or not, he held a power over me.

"Nice job today," he exampled simply, and then shrugged. "Also, you're holding up the line."

"Oh, uuum thanks," I said awkwardly, wanting to hit myself, and then scrambled onto the bus and taking my usual place next to Charlie.

That evening, I went home feeling like a complete and utter idiot. After dinner and other obligatory family interaction, I thumped my head against my desk while I was doing homework. Only once, though, because I didn't realize how much it would hurt. My mom happened to be walking by my room at that moment, and stopped when she saw me make a fool of myself. She asked me what was wrong and I just explained how much school sucked. As usual.

"Chickadee," she told me. "Sometimes life deals you a really crappy hand, and you have to play it anyway, even if you'd rather fold."

Marianna Poe, my mother: queen of sound bites. But she also had always been a giver of really great advice. Laying in bed that night, I mulled over her words until I feel asleep with them ghosting across my mind.

End chapter.

BAM! While I kind of like how my shitty sixteen year-old writing compared to now evolves as Senka gets more serious…I had to rewrite this shit before I posted the new chapter.

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