I'll Stop The World And Melt With You

By: xxxbloodyxxxdreamsxxx

Mood Music:

Shut Up by: Simple Plan

I Hate Everything About You by: Three Days Grace

High School Never Ends by: Bowling For Soup

Chapter Three

I woke up the next morning exhausted and weary. I threw off my covers and rolled off my bed, landing on the floor with a hard 'thump', waking up instantly. "Ugh..."

I stumbled to my feet and dragged my lazy ass over to my closet. I put on a pair of tight jeans torn at the knees and thighs, a black and purple stripped shirt with no sleeves and a zipper on the collarbone, black elbow-length fishnet gloves with a purple studded belt, and combat boots.

I also put on several silver rings on one hand, and a couple on the other. I put a silver chain necklace around my neck, along with a black studded dog collar. I hang a chain from the pockets of my pants and load on black and purple jelly bracelets on each arm. I put in a pair of small, metallic-purple hoops through my lobes before I headed downstairs.

Surprisingly, my mother was in a rather good mood. I could tell because she was humming and smiling while she was cooking. Also because she made pancakes. Weird, I know. Where do you think I get it from? Don't answer that.

I sat stiffly in my chair, still rather tense from last night's drama show. What was she so happy about? Ever since my father had been put away she was never like this. Until now. Then a dreadful thought came to me: what if she had just started dating someone else?

One part of my mind vehemently dejected this idea while the other half was rather disturbed. It couldn't be. My parents weren't even divorced, although my mother kept claiming over the years she would do it some time or another. But she never did. Also, my mother would never be so cruel as to cheat on my father. She loved him, despite all that he had done. But her sudden happiness disturbed me. Did she forget what happened last night? Or was she choosing to pretend like it never happened?

At the thought of that last one, I felt a bit hurt. I hoped she wasn't pretending. But then again, her smile did look somewhat fake, like a Noh mask...

I was interrupted from my thoughts when my mother left the stove and put a plate of pancakes in front of me. She gave a smile so genuine I felt like bashing my head against the table for having such suspicious thoughts of her.

What is wrong me? Is your mom not allowed to feel happy when she wants to? Geez, I'm such a bitch.

Like an animal, I practically soaked my pancakes in syrup and wolfed them down like I had been starving for days. Yes, my mother's food is just that good.

When I was done, I washed my plate and such and went upstairs to brush my teeth. I put on my usual make-up of eyeliner and chapstick, and went back to my room to retrieve my father's combat boots. I put them on, the grabbed my bag, slung it over my shoulders, and clomped downstairs.

I went back into the kitchen to see my mother washing the dishes she had used. I felt my throat go dry at the sight of her washing and cleaning and humming to herself like nothing had happened last night. How she put up with me, I'll never know. But what I did know was the fact I was going to try and be on my best behavior for now on and never make her cry again.

I went up to her and hugged her from behind, wrapping my arms around her shoulders and whispered, "I'm sorry," in her ears.

My mother put down the plate she was cleaning and turned around and hugged me back, soapy hands and all, but I didn't care.

"I know it's tough going to a school where everybody knows you, but I only did to help you," she said. "To help you control your powers. I wasn't being fair, I wasn't thinking of your feelings. I was being completely selfish. I'm the one that should be apologizing, not you."

"But mom," I started to protest. "I got into a fight yesterday."

"We'll pretend that didn't happen, hmm?" She smirked mischievously, which made me laugh.

"Fine by me. I gotta go or the bus will leave me. The bus driver's very stingy about us arriving on time."

My mother smiled, her happiness warming me like a sunny day. "Alright. I'll see you after school."

I kissed her on the cheek and headed towards the door, throwing her a good-bye as I left. I then sprinted towards the bus stop like there was no tomorrow.

I made it there just as the bus rolled up to the curve. Stronghold gave me a curious look as I was bent over, panting, but I flipped him the bird and gave him a look that would make even Satan run away screaming.

I got on last as usual, avoiding Warren's intense gaze and sat directly behind him, pulling out my CD player to avoid talking to him. He probably wanted to know what had happened yesterday and I wasn't too eager to tell him why I stomped out of detention like I was PMSing. (Which I wasn't, by the way.)

When we arrived at school, I rushed off the bus and started heading off towards the library, but someone grabbed me by the wrist and turned me around.

I looked up into stormy-gray eyes, except they weren't really stormy at the moment, and felt my face burn for being so close to Warren. He looked rather uncomfortable also.

"Look, I just want to say that... well, it was rather cool hanging out with you." His face grew red to the very roots of his hair. "You're not like other people. People are always bugging me about my dad and or are too scared to come near me for the same reason."

He trailed off, looking thoughtful, then continued. "But you're not like them, and I appreciate that. So... if you have nowhere to sit at lunch, we can share a table since I don't really have a problem with you. As long as you don't talk my ears off or make me mad, you can sit with me for the rest of the year or whatever."

By Warren Peace standards, that was as nice as an invitation of friendship was going to get. I awarded him a small smile. "Thanks... Warren."

But Warren immediately got back into his mood, and his usual scowl returned. "Yeah, yeah. Don't think this means anything. Just because I can tolerate you at the moment doesn't mean I like you."

And with that, he let go of me, blushing slightly once more, and stomped off towards the building. I couldn't help but smile. It was just so cute the way Warren expressed himself, because even though it scared the hell out of others around him, I was able to interpret his meaning.

Which no one else could.

The bell rang before I could get to the library, and I swore and told myself I would get up earlier and personally fly to school myself.

As I started walking towards the main entrance, I took out my schedule from my pants pocket and unfolded it. At Sky High, we had "A" days and "B" days. Since the first day started out on an A day (periods one to four) today was a B day.

Today I would go to period five, which was... Villain I!? What the hell!? No one told me about this class! Is it some required course, or something!? You've got be fucking kidding me. There's no way I'll be able to survive in this class.

I swear so loudly and obscenely a group of freshmen look over at me, and start whispering and pointing. I hurl a small, violet fireball at them and it bursts into sparks at their feet, bringing on much screaming and shrieking.

Feeling slightly better and somewhat superior, I dive into the crowd of students making their way inside. Feeling squished and somewhat irritated with so many people being so close to me, I let my flames rise from my arms and shoulders and burn a few dumbasses who got too close to me.

I managed to slip away from the crowd and head down a hallway where my first class of the day was. Ugh, it was going to be horrible. I could feel it. I mean come on. Villain I of all things!? Who came up with this stupid course?

I finally found the classroom and stalked in before the last minute bell rang. I found a seat way in the back so I sat there and tried to make myself as invisible as possible as other kids filed in. Unfortunately, the fight with Stronghold yesterday must gone around faster than I thought because I got many looks from others in class; curious looks, frightened looks, and even a few hostile looks that some considered themselves brave enough to throw at me.

When the classroom was finally full, I was the only one sitting way in the back. No one sat in my row, or across from me. I was actually pretty grateful for that because hopefully I wouldn't have to deal with any morons that would stupidly try to cross.

Unfortunately, I forgot about the teacher, who arrived in last. He was a rather tall man with a look of superiority and smugness about him which I didn't like. He carried on an air that seemed to whisper: "Since I am so much older than any of you little shits, and know more than anything of you, therefore I am better than you, and am allowed to humiliate and degrade you in front of the class for the sake of the lessons."

Yeah. I hated him instantly.

His mean eyes wondered around the room, landing on each student for a full minute, weirding everyone out, and an evil smirk tugged at his thin lips every time he found one vaguely related to a supervillain. Then his eyes landed on me, and his smirk was the biggest I've ever seen on a teacher's face and his little, beady eyes were practically dancing with joy.

Obviously, I was going to be his number one victim.

Was. Then Warren opened the door with a loud bang, making everyone jump, and he stalked towards the very back of the room where I was and sat directly next to me, his face emotionless, although I saw that he developed a very nasty twitch in his left eye. I considered moving, but I pushed the thought aside when I saw that his not so cleverly disguised anger was directed at someone else. Probably Stronghold.

The teacher also spotted him and looked like he wanted to dance with twisted joy. Seriously, he wasn't even bothering to hide it, the jackass. Obviously, he knew Warren was the son of Baron Battle.

How the hell was this asshole hired? Is Principal Powers blind, or something? I mean, come on. Hiring a guy like this to teach Villain I? This guy wasn't going to teach it; he was going to humiliate and degrade all the children of supervillains that were in class. Including Warren and I. I could tell by the way he looked at us.

This was not going to be a fun year.

"My name is Mr. Paton," the teacher said in the most self-centered, snobbiest voice I had ever heard in my life before turning to the blackboard behind him and writing his name on it. "You will either address me as such, or "sir", or not at all."

What a dick. No wonder he's single.

He wrote "Welcome to Villain I" before continuing. "In Villain I, you will be learning the names of every villain Maxville has faced, from the Wasp, to Baron Battle."

At that part, Warren gave a little compulsive twitch, and wrapped his fingers around the edges of the desk and left scorch marks.

Mr. Paton kept going on like there was no tomorrow. "You will learn the significance of every supervillain and what impact they've had Maxville, including s few of the most dangerous ones, such as Deep Freeze, Black Comet, and Darkfire."

What the fuck!? Hell no! HELL NO! That ass did not just mention my dad! In front of the class no less! Oh, he's just sealed his own death warrant! If it's war he wants, it's war he gets!! I don't give a flipping fuck if I get jailed for this, this guy is going DOWN!

Resisting the urge to incinerate the teacher into ashes on the very spot, I wrap my fingers around the edges of my chair until my knuckles are white and the chair's smoking. I feel Warren's eyes on me, but I don't meet them, afraid that I'll get swept up in the beautiful silver storm of his eyes.

Mr. Paton didn't even seem to notice our rage. He just smirked like he had won an Olympic medal and kept on going. "For your first assignment, all you will have to research on your families and make a family tree going back several destinations. If you have any supervillain relatives, you will have to write a two-page report on them and present it to the class."

My jaw dropped at that. Is he joking? How was that fair? With no regards to our feelings, he was giving us an assignment that would be hard to research on, because first, people lie, and you can't trust books or the Internet. Second, it's fucking painful on having to do research on family member that's a criminal. It's even worse if you have more than one in your family. I had over half a dozen villain relatives in my family, on both sides! I'm not joking. My father's a criminal, his father's a criminal, two of my uncles are criminals on my mom's side, my aunt's a criminal on my dad's side, and a hell of a lot more in the forties, fifties, and sixties.

And homework! On the second day! I can't believe it! Was I born under a dark cloud, or something!? I groan mentally, and proceed bashing my head on my desk repeatedly, although Mr. Paton doesn't seem to care.

"What about the people that don't have criminals in their family?" I heard a familiar voice demand in an angry tone.

I stopped my pitiful attempt to kill myself for a moment, and look up to see the Barbie that pissed me off yesterday, sitting a few rows over, scowling, her pretty facial features turning ugly.

Mr. Paton shrugged, as if it wasn't his problem. "Then they'll just have to do the family tree." Oh yeah, like that's really fair. Ass.

Princess Barbie scowled and flipped her platinum-blond hair over her shoulders, whipping some dude behind her in the face.

Today, I noticed, she was wearing a baby-blue off the shoulders cardigan, a white denim skirt, and strappy high-heels. She looked gorgeous, and most of the boys seemed riveted by her. I felt a twinge of envy at the thought of her being the most popular, and beloved girl of Sky High.

Something I would never be able to achieve.

"It shouldn't be a problem for you, Ms. Frost, since you are related to Deep Freeze," Mr. Paton said in a smug voice.

The Barbie flushed in shame and my jaw dropped. Frost!? I could see why she was upset now! Her father's Deep Freeze! Deep Freeze!

He was one of the most powerful ice-controlling supervillains ever! My father had been partners with once, but they broke the connections and became mortal enemies. My mother had fought and won against him when he tried to blow up the Maxville Embassy Center; she denoted the bomb and dealt him such a good blow, he was most likely crippled for life and in solitary confinement. Like my father.

My heart went out a little bit for the Barbie and felt rage growing inside me at Mr. Paton for mentioning her father in front of the whole class. I couldn't blame her for treating me yesterday like the way she did; she knew my mother had injured her father and sent him off to jail like Stronghold's parents had done to Warren's father and mine.

Obviously, Mr. Paton was going to be hard on her too. I felt like punching him and watching the blood trickle out of his abnormally huge nose. It was less than he deserved if he ever got his.

"The assignment will be due on Friday, so you will have no class time to do this."

There were groans.

"For this assignment, you can use the Internet or use books as long as you cite your sources."

Haha... No. Forget that. I'm talking to mom. I don't trust anything that people might have written about dad.

"You can talk to family members also, of course. For those with villains for relatives, remember to do that report. It can be on any member, but if you only have one villain relative that's fine," he said, looking quite proud of himself. "But for those with multiple relatives, I'd like to see a report on two of them."

What the fuck is his problem? Seriously? Come on, as if this assignment wasn't going to be hard enough for us, he has nor right to ask for anything more than that. Stupid biast dick. I should fucking report him...

I glanced at the clock on the wall. Half an hour had past. Only an hour left... Ugh! I glanced at Warren to see him staring at me, so I give him a small, sympathetic smile, which he gratefully returns.

"Now that that's over with... We'll start on some notes. Take out some sheets of paper and label them, "Most Infamous Villains of all Time." Put your name and date on them, too. I'll be taking them up for a grade so you better be paying attention. I'm sure none of you want a zero for your first grade."

There were groans all around and I begrudgingly took out my black, spiral notebook and pen. Mr. Paton arranged some sheets on an overhead, turned off the lights and turned on the overhead.

"This sucks," I muttered to myself.

"Tell me about it," Warren muttered.

"I'm definitely going to fail this class. If you hear a whistling sound in the distance, that's the sound of my grade average dropping."

Warren chuckled and smirked at that comment.

We took notes on the Wasp, who was known for communicating with bees and could give people deadly stings with the tips of his fingers. He usually robbed banks and convince stores for money to fuel his drug addiction. Pretty sad, huh? He was caught and put in solitary confinement by the Shadow, a well-known superhero who could control shadows. (Duh!)

We moved on to Black Comet, who could control large rocks and other earth elements. He could also fly like a meteor and was pretty much able to get away with anything because he'd be gone by the time a hero was called to handle him. He was infamous for making large, nuclear weapons that were extremely powerful. Fortunately, he never launched them because he was captured and put away by the Commander and Jetstream. (Big surprise there.)

We wrote at least half a page on a Deep Freeze, since the crimes he committed are too many to count. It's said that he went crazy in high school because he had this big rivalry with my father for some apparent reason and swore that he would kill him. (Which never happened.) He became a villain as soon as he graduated and started killing his enemies and innocent civilians to reach his goals. He eluded capture for several years as soon as he made himself known. He made very dangerous plots which were almost set in motion except he was finally defeated by mother a couple of years ago and put in the Maxville Prison for Supervillains.

"Now for the two top most dangerous supervillains," Mr. Paton said in a rather mocking voice that made my skin crawl. What's the creep up to?

He removed the sheet on Deep Freeze and put another one up. My jaw dropped as soon as I saw it. It was on Baron Battle and Darkfire.

My temper started rising and I closed my eyes, ignoring the looks other students started giving me. Was there anyplace I could go where my father wasn't fucking mentioned all the goddamned time!? Seriously, why are people so fucking interested in talking about my father and how bad he was? Mr. Paton just practically shoved that right up in my face. I'm fucking sick of it, especially with this load of bullshit coming from him.

"As you all may know," Mr. Paton stated loudly. "Baron Battle and Darkfire were the kind of criminals that actually knew what they were doing."

I resist the urge to get up and shout, "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"The two of them remain the most powerful pyrokinetics that Maxville ever produced, save for Commander Chaos, Darkfire's father. I'm sure most of you heard of him too," Mr. Paton says, looking directly at me.

Okay. That's it. Time to take a stand. I pushed my chair back loudly and stood, folding my arms across my chest. Everybody's staring at me.

"What are you doing?" Warren asked.

"Standing up for my dad," I replied.

Mr. Paton raised an eyebrow, as if expecting this. "Yes, Ms. Chaos? Do you have something to say about all this?"

"Yeah, I do," I said, meeting his eyes squarely. "I would like to let you know that I think that this lecture on Baron Battle and Darkfire is a complete waste of your and my time."

The smugness disappears from Mr. Paton's eyes. He believes himself to be superior to everyone else in this room, and wasn't expecting this. Especially from the child of a villain.

"Really, now? Is that what you think?" His voice is like acid. "Why do you believe that?"

I bit back the urge to smirk and reply, "Because honestly, I don't think you know what you're talking about. It's kind of pathetic that you're pretending that you're knowledgeable on such a delicate subject."

His face turned red instantly. The barb hit home. "Watch what your mouth, Ms. Chaos. I don't need a student commenting on my teaching methods."

"Which seems to include humiliating and degrading others in front of the whole class," I sneered.

The class gasped. Mr. Paton went quite white. "Get out," he whispered vehemently.

I grinned. "I was just waiting for you to say that." My grin disappeared and I felt my face harden. "I'd rather be in the office than listen to you spout bullshit about my father. He's a much better person than you'll ever be."

"Get out!" Mr. Paton screamed. "You... and, and... him both!" He jabbed a finger at Warren, who looked fairly amused at all this, and raised an eyebrow at Mr. Paton, who looked as if he wanted to kill me. Like he could.

"Wow, you really are biast," I said. "Jackass would be more appropriate but I think biast jackass fits you much better."

The class burst out laughing. Mr. Paton looked like he was about to explode, which I wished he did literally. That would've been funny.

"To Principal Power's office NOW!" he bellowed, sounding like a wounded elephant. I grinned. I was actually having fun pissing Mr. Paton off. Maybe this class wouldn't be so bad after all...

Before I could grab my stuff to go Principal Power's office though, the bell rang. I smirked, and grabbed my stuff. Mr. Paton looked absolutely livid.

I made my way out of the room before he could say something else. Hopefully, he wouldn't report me. My mom would have a nuclear meltdown if she found out I got in trouble again on the second day.

I pulled my crumpled schedule out of my pocket and scanned it to see where my next class was. Save the Citizen? What the hell? Is this some sort of PE class? Ugh, I hate PE. Hopefully, this class won't be so bad.

I turned down a hallway that was a shortcut towards the front entrance and walked out of the main building towards the gym. Great, Coach Jackass might run this class, I thought sighing. Hopefully, Warren will be in this class so I'll someone to talk to.

"Hey."

I snap out my thoughts to look up into stormy-gray eyes and I jump at the sight of them. "Oh... Hi, Warren."

Warren raised an eyebrow. "What's with you?"

"Huh?"

"You kinda switch moods fast. Like the last few minutes you were kind of self-righteous or whatever and now you're acting all emo. What's with that?"

"I'm not emo!" I said, offended. "I'm just kinda worried 'cause my next class is Save the Citizen and I don't even know what the hell it is! My mom doesn't tell me about any of this shit. She just smiles and says, 'Oh, you'll find out, dear.' Ugh!"

Warren smirked. "Fun. Save the Citizen is where we have to pair up with somebody else and save this stupid doll from another pair of "Villains." That's all it is, really."

"Sounds fun," I said sarcastically. Warren chuckled and we talked a little bit as we mad our way towards the gym.

A/N: Well that was fun, huh? How's my story so far? Am I rushing the Warren/Raven thing too much, or it is going to slow? I'm trying to make it go at a moderate pace so people won't get annoyed and think it's cliché, or so nobody will get bored. Remember, Warren and Raven aren't the most romantic, affectionate people in the world so I want to keep it realistic. You can tell, though, that they're getting closer and are forming a tight friendship. Also, keep the story funny, I'm going to keep Raven butting heads with Mr. Paton because I loved the way this chapter turned out. But I haven't decided what his power should be. Hmm... Can't think of anything. His only power right now is to be an asshole, lol! I shall be working on the fourth chapter, but it probably won't be out until Monday or Tuesday because I got a lot of homework to do and it's hard to fit other stuff in between. I'd do it school, but our teachers are smart enough to block websites we're not supposed to be on, so you'll guys will have to wait. Anyways, I hoped you found this chapter as funny as I found it, and please review if you got something to say! No flames, though! Thank you and good-bye!

p.s: Those who reviewed my last chapter, thanks! I really appreciate it!