My Fiery Angel

Chapter 1: Mystery Boy; Who's That Guy?

Hey, in the prologue, Katalina said she lived with an abusive foster family. Now, she lives with her aunt and her uncle if there might be confusion in this chapter.

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'Why are we going to this school again?'

'Mom wanted it.'

'Oh, right. Because it's a great idea for you, the daughter of two infamous villains, to go to Sky High, the very place that made your mother BECOME a villain. Oh yes, perfect sense.'

I glared at Abrianna in my mind. She glared back. I blocked her out as I walked down the stairs, putting on my sunglasses.

My white blonde hair had black streaks in it and was down. I had a black tank top that showed a little bit of skin and said 'Did my sarcasm hurt your feelings? Get over it', and black baggy jean shorts with black and white converse. I had a black and white striped hoodie too. I had my black and orange necklace on that said 'KAT' on black and orange striped charms. I also had my bracelet that my little cousin, Freddie, made. It had black and orange beads.

Speaking of Freddie…

"KITTY!" he shouted, throwing himself at my legs… which caused me to trip and fall flat on my face. Now, with anyone, I would've snapped and said 'Watch where you're fucking going!'. But since it was Freddie, all I could do was give him a smile, and laugh.

"Hey there, Freddie," I said, ruffling his dark blonde hair. He grinned and looked at me with his dark green eyes.

"Hi, Kitty!" Oh, and by the way, he's the only one allowed to call me Kitty. I stood up, and grabbed a granola bar.

"Good morning, Kat," my uncle, Greg, said walking into the room. He kissed me on the forehead.

"Morning."

"Ready for the first day of school?" my aunt, Adele, asked, pouring a bowel of Lucky Charms for Freddie. I shrugged.

'No.'

'Shut up, Abrianna.'

I should probably explain. The day my mom died, this voice came into my head. Yep, that was Abrianna. And now she was my best friend basically. Yeah, it's sad when a voice in your head is your best friend, but no one wanted to be friends with the freak with the orange eyes.

"The bus is here," Adele said. I grabbed my black and orange striped messenger bag with a white cat on it. Freddie immediately attached himself to my leg.

"Please don't leave , Kitty!!" I smiled sadly and patted his head.

"I'll be back, Freddie. Don't worry." I bent down and kissed his head, and then I walked out of the door. I walked up to the bus, and got on. Of course, every fucking one looks at me, and stares. I glared, and walked down the aisle. I flopped in the last seat, and pulled out of my I-Pod. I was scrolling through the songs, when I felt eyes on me. I turned to my left. There was a boy on the other seat. He was reading a book, but I could tell he was staring at me. I stared back, before narrowing my lava eyes at him. He looked a little shocked that I glared back, but then he held his arm out, and a small fire started in his hand. I could tell he was trying to intimidate me, but I simply smirked, and held out my hand. A small, black fire started, and I tossed it around in my hands. I smirked at his surprised face, and I put the fire out.

'Well hello there, mystery boy… I think I like this school already…'

'Psh, you are so shallow…'

'How can you not think that isn't hot?!'

'I never said that, Abrianna…'

"Who are you?" the boy asked. I smirked, and slid to the edge of the seat.

"I could ask you the same thing, mystery boy," I said. He frowned. "Guess." He gave me a confused look, and looked at me necklace. That seemed to help a little bit. I sighed, and then pulled my sunglasses down a little bit, revealing my neon orange eyes. His eyes widened, and I grinned.

"I'm Katalina Burns," I said quietly so no one would hear us. He just stared. "Now, who are you?"

"Guess." I growled, and he smirked. I quickly moved to his seat, and he glared.

"What are you doing?" he asked. I ignored him and examined his features.

He had long, dark brown hair, with a red streak going through it. He had dark eyes, and tan skin. He was wearing a black wife beater with a leather jacket and dark gray jeans. He also had leather fingerless gloves.

'Wow, he is sooooooooooo hot.'

'It feels like I know him somehow…'

'You better hope I don't get out, Kat. Cause if I do, I just might fu-'

'Abrianna, stop it!'

'Whatever. But you're right, it feels like we've seen him before…'

'What was the name of dad's friend in prison? He had the same dark hair and eyes as mystery boy-'

'Baron Battle.'

"You're Warren Peace…" I said, and he looked shocked…

Again.

Jeez, I am just full of surprises.

"You're the son of Baron Battle." His surprised face turned to anger, and I felt the temperature rise slightly.

"No one mentions my father," he growled.

Ah shit.

I made him angry.

As if showing off my black fire power wasn't enough, and showing him I wasn't scared.

'He looks even sexier when he's angry… Mmm, Abrianna likey.'

"Hey, you told me to guess who you are. It's your fault, Hotshot." His eyes softened a bit.

"How did you know who I am?" he asked. I shrugged, and leaned back in the seat.

"Not that hard to figure out. 'Sides, when I talk to my dad in jail, I sometimes see Baron there. Your dad and my dad are like," I crossed my index and middle finger, "that." Warren just stared… again. "Stop staring at me, dammit!" He seemed to snap out of it, and I scrolled through my I-Pod.

"Why are you still sitting here?" Warren asked. I turned to him.

"Aw, and I thought we were starting to bond." I put my hand over my heart. "I'm hurt." Warren's eyes narrowed. "Ya see, Hotshot, I'm lazy. And I went across the aisle to get here because you wanted me to guess who you were. If you look at me my way, you should move across the aisle since you don't want me here." he glared at me, and I smirked. That's when straps crossed over our chests.

'What the fuck?!'

'Kat, it's call Sky High. It's in the sky…'

'…I knew that… and now I can't move!'

Warren smirked at my surprised face, but then scowled as realization dawned on him. I smirked then.

"That's right, Pyro. I can't move now!" Warren glared, as 'Wake Me Up Inside' by Evanescence played in my I-Pod.