Disclaimer: I don't own Sky High.
It has now been a month since I started Sky High. I've gotten quite used to it. The freshmen bullies were Speed, and Lash, the popular people were Penny, Gwen, and their crew, and everyone else were just geeks, or freaks, or loners like me and pyro, who's name I finally learned was Warren Peace. I don't know if we're really loners considering, we sit next to each other in lunch, but it's not as though we talk, just a nod in the general direction if either of us are lucky; But I consider him my friend, or at least my lunch buddy? That sounded so corny. I honestly don't know what he is to me. Right now I'm working on saying hi to him, then, maybe in a few weeks, we can work on your basics: I.e. how are you? Fine thank you..
Besides Warren Peace, and the other kids at school, I've met my teachers, Mr. Boy, Mr.Medula, etc. I like Mr. Boy the best but don't let him know that!, he's funny in a dorky kind of way, and his teachings are pretty cool.
There are many things I don't like about Sky High, and one of those is seating arrangements. It never fails, I always get to sit next to a complete idiot, whom is terrified of me, and makes me do all the work, because at any moment they could pee their pants. sighs Oh the wonders of high school.
Briiingggg….. Now I know what your thinking, but alas that was not my cursed alarm clock, it was the bell signally lunch. I gathered my books, got up, and went to my locker, I churned the combo 14, 22, 16. Then I put my books in, took, my lunch out, and got my books for the next class. After I walked into the cafe I started toward my table. Warren was already there, sitting reading a comic book, with some soda near him. When I approached the table and sat down he looked up and nodded to me, acknowledging me. But before I could nod back he had went back to reading the comic. I shook my head, exasperated. 'What am I to do with you.' I thought.
I took out my lunch, ham and cheese sandwich, with a carton box of apple juice… what was I a baby? Note to self: just bring a water bottle from now on. I started eating the sandwich anyway, and had nothing better to do than observe people. I had left my notebook in my locker. Stupid me. Watching the bunch of fools in the lunchroom got boring fast, so I started taping my foot on the floor.
After a while Warren looked up glaring at me, one eyebrow raised. "Oh, sorry." I said. He went back to looking at his comic. "Soooooo, whatcha reading'?" I asked. He pointed to the cover How to be a Villain. "Oh, cool." I replied, not really that I thought it was cool, but? 'Jeez this is mental, what am I supposed to say? I'm making a fool of myself, and what's worse is that he doesn't even give a shit. I could tell him about the time grandma threw a fish head on her baby sister. Errrrr, this is so frustrating, and now I'm all mad and I hate everyone, I can't even come up with a stupid conversation.' I thought. The next thing I know is Lash comes up to our table, with his sidekick Speed not his REAL sidekick but you know what I mean.
"Soooooo, what's up hot stuff? Lash asked.
"Are you talking to him or me?" I asked him back sarcastically as I gestured to Warren and me. I thought I saw Warren looked pissed for a second, but then he smirked a bit. Speed laughed out loud. What an idiot.
"Funny girl, but really, you could be hanging out with me. Long walks, cool talks, a little more than chatting and gabbing in between if you know what I mean." he said as he raised his eyebrows suggestively. What an asshole. Warren looked up with an admiring look on his face, Speed looked shocked, as did Lash. I just said that out loud aren't I smart?
"What did you say." demanded Lash in an angry voice. Oh fuck, I dug myself a hole, what to do? I'll give reality to him good I guess.
"You want to know what I said?" I asked fiercely. "Alright retard, here's what I said since you're too stupid to grasp what was said the first time. You're an asshole. I think it's clear that I don't like you, and I'm not easy. So if you're in such a hurry to get laid, why don't you talk to you're friend over there, I'm sure he'd be more than willing." I finished. I had spoken really fast. Awesome. Lash was red in his face, and Speed, was also quite mad to. But Warren was snickering, as was a bunch of students that were watching the scene. Nosy little buggers.
"What are you laughing at?" Lash snapped at Warren. Warren sobered instantly, and looked ready to kill. "And you," Lash continued. "You're just a dirty bitch aren't you?" He half asked half stated. I got up.
"Hey, Fuck You." I shouted in his face, just before he punched me. I fell back into my seat. The little crap face, my cheek burned from where he hit me. I got up. "You hit like a bitch." I said. Before I twitched my eyes and developed him in darkness. I was going to pounce on him but my lunch buddy got to the little slime before I did. Warren it seemed had a soft spot for me. Awwww. Yeah well probably not, but he did beat Lash's ass quite well if I do say so myself. The bunch of kids that crowded around us though so too, as they were booing Lash. Well it seems there is one upside of having a lunch buddy, they'll shoot flame at whoever is a shit to you. Whoa I cursed a lot haven't I? Well cursing is one of my special talents. But back to the fight. Warren burned Lash's ass, literally. Of course it helped that Lash couldn't see, so I take partial credit; In both the glory and the punishment. Ggggggrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeaaaaaaattttt.
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Because life sucks, pretty little teacher's pet Gwen told Principal Powers about the fight, and when she came on the scene, well lets just say she didn't look like she was going to a picnic. The three of us were sent to detention. What a hellhole that was.
Our powers were turned off in the detention room, which totally sucked. But at least I wasn't left alone with Lash. After Principal Powers left us I started up a conversation with Warren. Or at least I was going to before Lash got up in my face. "So what? Are you two ,like, going out? Is that why hotshot over there burned my ass!?"
"Aw, your still bitter that I don't like you. But really if the freshmen skank won't have you what makes you think I will?" I answered back.
"Oh, but you are the freshmen skank." he replied.
"Just like you're the manwhore?" I asked.
"You know I do like my women feisty." Lash said in a sickening voice.
"You're a waste of perfectly good human flesh, blood and bone." I told him. "Bitch." I muttered. Warren snorted, I looked at him. He raised his eyebrows.
"What?" I asked. He shrugged, and stared at the wall in front of him. He stared at it for quite a while, so I decided to try to stare at it too. It was a white, bright, wall. My eyes became blurry from tears that formed after staring at the wall for too long, and the salty droplets fell onto my desk. Jeez this is boring. I've gotta talk and not to asshole, but to lunch buddy. What to say, what to say. Oh, I know, how about "Hi."
"Hi." he said back. He looked at me as though he thought I was mental. Well I am a little crazy but…..
"So, yeah…." I started not really knowing where this conversation was going.
"Yeah." he said.
"Uhhhh? Thank you." I stated. Why? Because I'm stupid.
"For what?" He asked.
"Oh. You know when you fried his ass back there, it was really very amusing to watch, and your flames were ahhhhhh…..on fire." I stated dumbly.
"Yeah that's what flame is. Fire." He addressed me as though I was a two year old learning this for the first time.
"I'm not dumb, I know what flame is." I stated even though it sounded like I hardly believed myself. Well it seems as though Warren is ignoring me now. What should I do, irritate him, or interest him? Irritating doesn't seem to help me much so I guess I'll interest him, what do guys like? Cars, T.V….Ahhuaaa, Music.
"Hey do you like music?" I asked him.
"Yeah." He answered as if it was obvious. Snob.
"Yeah me too, so what bands do you like?" I asked again.
"Areosmith, Warrant, Motley Crue…." he trailed off.
"Areosmith is awesome, but Motley Crue is kinda sexist, now Nirvana and Ozzy Osborn are great." I ranted, but he didn't seem to mind.
"Ozzy is absolutely rocking." he said " But doesn't it sort of contradict yourself to say both Nirvana and Ozzy in the same sentence? I mean grunge was the death of metal…." he trailed off expectantly.
"So? They balance each other out, and anyhow, they both were fucking awesome artists" I stated. We continued talking of the music artists we liked until detention was over. Then when we all left the Detention room, warren and I, or just I snook up on Lash, and kicked him right where the sun don't shine. He cried like a baby. Life is goooooood. He won't be bothering me for a while, or at least a few days.
And so it went, from that detention and here fourth, Warren Peace became more than just my lunch buddy, he became my friend. Sob What a beautiful ending. Okay so we weren't friends, but something pretty close to it: )
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i know, i know cliched, but i wanted to update something. i am going to edit, one day...