Chapter two is here for you!Cookies to PyroGurl313 for the review and add to her favorites! I'm touched! As always, I don't own Sky High or Warren Peace (tear), but I do own Lora Calvin. If you wish to see Lora's concept art, e-mail me. Hopefully, I can work some W / L into this chapter. Italics within the story are character's thoughts.

The school day was flying by, no pun intended, and Lora soon found herself in gym. She detested gym, in any way, shape, or form. It didn't help that Coach Boomer had already almost sent her to detention today for something or another.

"Alright class, today's going to be a little different. There will not be any Save-the–Citizen today." The coach said, as only he could.

A cheer erupted from the crowd. Lora didn't look up from the drawing she had started in her sketchbook.

"Don't get too excited. We're going to do trust exercises." There was a groan. "Now, I hate these as much as much as you do, but we are required to do one every year. Now, Calvin, Peace, you two are first."

It was at this point that the room went quiet. Lora could feel what felt like a million pairs of eyes on her.

"Any day now, please." Coach Boomer asked, or rather, stated, tapping his watch.

Lora slowly descended the bleachers; she could feel Warren's presence next to her. So much like her, and yet so different.

"Ok, one of you has to close your eyes and let your partner catch you."

Lora could feel the color bleed into her face. "Oh, God" she thought.

"Calvin, since you're shorter, you go first."

Lora nodded. She closed her eyes, and let her body go. She fell for a split second before she was caught by the strongest pair of arms she'd ever felt.

She opened her eyes and found herself looking at Warren.

"Hey there, stranger." She whispered.

"Hey yourself."

"I think maybe you should let me up now."

"Why? Feeling lightheaded?"

"No, Boomer looks like he's gonna blow a gasket."

Warren smiled, let her up anyway.

Due to their little "Love fest", as Coach Boomer called it, there was no more time in class. Lora hurried back up to the bleachers to grab her stuff, but wouldn't you know it, Lash and Speed had gotten there first and were tossing her sketchbook back and forth.

"Give me that back." Lora said, trying to sound menacing.

"Aw, wut's the matter? Does the baby want her coloring book back?" Lash mocked.

Lora glared at them, but this only caused them to laugh more.

"Give it back to her, NOW!" growled a voice that she would now recognize anywhere. Warren.

"Woah, take it easy, Hothead, we were gonna give it back. But if I can say one thing, you two make a perfect pair, the Hothead and the Lady of the Lake." Speed snickered.

"GO!" Warren roared. This scared the bullies enough into dropping Lora's sketchbook and skittering for the door.

Lora looked up at Warren with large eyes. "Oh, jeez, I didn't scare you, did I?" he asked, handing her the sketchbook.

She hugged it to her like a priceless heirloom. "No, well maybe a little."

"Sorry. Speed and Lash are knuckleheads. They need to be put back in line every once in a while."

He eyed her book. "What do you draw in there, anyway?"

Lora shook her head. "No way. My sketchbook is my only piece of private property, and I don't trust it to just anyone."

Warren nodded. "It's cool. I understand. Now let's get to lunch before they run out of Hero Sandwiches."

"I'm all for that. I'm starving."

After getting their lunches, Lora and Warren soon found a table that was relatively empty, and those who were sitting there, scattered as soon as they saw Warren coming.

After placing her food down, Lora took out her pencil and Prisma colored pencils and started working on her drawing again. Warren was reading, as usual, but he did notice Lora look up at him every once and a while out of the corner of his eye.

"I don't like being sketched, you know."

They had been silent for so long, that the break made Lora jump. "Who ever said I was drawing you?"

"Well, you keep looking up, and you're only using shades of red and black."

Blast, she'd been caught, but she didn't have to admit to it.

"So, can I see it?"

"Pardon me?"

"I'd like to see my portrait, Lora." Warren said, looking at her.

She blinked. "All right, but it's not done." She moved around to the other side of the table, and laid her sketchbook out in front of him.

"Lora, this is amazing. You're a fantastic artist."

"Well, I work well with muses I care about."

Now it was Warren's turn to blink. "What?"

Lora realized what she just said. "Nothing."

"No, you just said you work well with muses you care about. You care about me?"

"How can I? I hardly know you!"

"Don't lie to me, Lora! I know when people lie because they don't look me in the eyes!"

She could see Warren's hands lighting up, and his body was getting warmer.

"Warren, stop! You're scaring me!"

"Why do you care? You don't even know me!" At this point, Warren's entire arm ignited.

"Warren, please! I don't want to see you like this!" Lora begged.

But he was unreachable.

"Alright, I warned you." Lora concentrated on her hands and a large torrent of water shot itself at Warren.

Lora ran to his side. "I lied, you know."

Warren smiled. "I know. I just wanted you to figure it out for yourself."

"Ok, so since your fine, I guess its ok for me to go to class now." Lora said, and started to walk away.

"Wait!" Warren called out, running after her.

Lora turned. "Yes, Warren?"

"Oh man, I want to kiss her so badly." Warren thought.

"Can you meet me outside on the front steps after school?"

Lora smiled. "I'd love to."

"And Lora?"

"Yes, Warren?"

"Don't forget your sketchbook."

TBC