Disclaimer: Sorry, I forgot to do this, but I think you all know that I don't own Sky High, its characters, or anything else. I only own Ranna. I think I might own one of the future characters, but I'm not sure. A friend of mine and I started this story together long ago, I'm just making it into an actual story. She's gracious enough to let me use her characters to better this story. Anyway, enjoy!

Chapter Three: Lunch

Warren's table was crowded with Will's group: Will, Layla, Magenta, Zach, and Ethan. He tuned out their senseless, annoying chatter while he surveyed the room. Ranna was nowhere to be found.

"Hey, dude, what are you staring at?" Ethan was in his face asking the question.

"What's it to you?" Warren muttered before he pushed away from the table, grabbing his backpack as he left. He smiled as he heard the weight of the books in his backpack smack Ethan in the face. It wasn't planned, but it definitely was a perk to his day.

The sun was half-hidden by clouds outside, the wind blowing the leaves of the grown trees to sift even more out. These trees had been planted in the beginning of the year, and with Medulla's help, they had just reached maturity, and would stay that way until someone decided the cut it down.

Warren plopped down onto the half wall by the stairs, pulling his math textbook out of his backpack. He thought that his AP Stat class would be a piece of cake. He blew out his breath in frustration.

"Problem Fourteen," he muttered to himself. "Survey questions. Examine each of the following questions for possible bias. If you think the question is biased, indicate how and propose a better question. "

He bit on the end of his pen as he read through the different examples before catching sight of black against the brown bark of the tree, run around with swirls of reds and oranges, the colors of autumn leaves.

Standing up slowly, quietly, Warren made his way to the tree, careful to not step on the crisp leaves still left on the grass. Ranna sat with her back against the tree, sitting the same way she had before their match, a soft smile playing mildly on her lips, her eyes closed as she concentrated on moving the leaves in an intricate dance.

Too late, Warren noticed a foreign probe touch his mind. Ranna's eyes shot open, the leaves falling as her snarl reappeared. Briskly, she stood up and grabbed her bag; he was amazed again at the fluidity of her movements, as if she were molded from water rather than a solid person.

Warren grabbed her arm as she pushed by. She whipped her head around, trying to jerk her arm away. He held fast, undaunted by her growing fury.

"What is with you?" He narrowed his eyes. "You have all this power and you play with leaves and sit by yourself. You should be trying to learn how to help save the world like the rest of us."
"So learning the probability of how easy it will be for you to fail in your quest is somehow supposed to help you learn how to finish it? I don't think so. You're the one with the problem, assuming you know everyone's purpose. Perhaps my fate is supposed to be different from yours." Her monotonous tone was replaced with her raw anger.

"I still don't get what your deal is. You would think that after eleven years of formal education you would get some people skills. What I want to know is why you obviously don't have any."

Ranna glared menacingly. Warren glared back, refusing to back down.

"You don't really want to know why I'm so antisocial," Ranna sighed. "You know the feeling yourself. You just want to know how I got so many powers. Fine. My-"

The school bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. Ranna snapped her hand away and walked away towards the school, leaves clearing from her path in an invisible cocoon of wind. Warren groaned. He had waited too long to confront her, and lost his chance to figure out what made her stronger than him.

A/N: I'm sorry it took so long to update! First my jump drive accidentally got washed (but thankfully didn't die) and then I just had no time. School will do that to you. Blergh! Next week is finals week, so I really hope I can write a chappie, but it's not the most likeliest thing. I don't even know if I spelled that right. This is probably not the best chappie, but I'm not really good at transitions. Blergh again. By the way, the question that Warren reads is actually a problem from my AP Prob/Stat book. Cool, isn't it?