Cheriss pulled herself out of bed and stretched as she stared out from her window at the rising sun. She threw on a skirt and a green t-shirt with some heels and headed downstairs. "Daddy?" She called out as she slowly picked up her bed next to the door. ". . .Daddy?" She searched around the house for him but there was no sign. "I guess he had to go to work earlier today," she shrugged it off as she left out the house, locking the door behind her.
"You're smiling more than usual today," Layla stated as she caught up with Cheriss in the hallway. "Well, I'm happier today," she replied with a little laugh. Cheriss leaned against the lockers as the gang chit-chatted before the bell rings. "You're in my way," Warren told Cheriss as he came up. "There's a more polite way to tell me to move you know," Cheriss said as she looked him up and down. "Okay, then how about this—move." Warren glared down at her in annoyance. "Fine, fine." Cheriss then moved out of the way to let the hothead get to his locker. "I'm going with you, you know," she told Warren as he began to walk away.
"When did I say it was OK to follow me?"
"You didn't, but we DO have hero history together, unless you forgot."
"Oh yeah. . ." He trailed off. He allowed Cheriss to walk with him but he didn't look at her or speak a word the entire time, making things awkward. "Why are you so dressed up anyway?" He finally asked as she sat down next to him. "This isn't dressed up, it was just lying around."
"Uh huh, doesn't look like it."
"Oh, I don't care what you think it looks like." She then nudged Warren with her shoulder hard enough to knock his arm off the table. "Never do that again," he warned as his hand began to glow. "Geese, just chill, why don't you?" Cheriss rolled her eyes.
Cheriss slowly sat down at the table and glanced from each and everyone of them. "There's Magenta. . .Zack, Ethan, Will, Layla. . .Hey you guys, where's Warren?" She inquired. "He said he had had enough of you today so he decided to skip out on lunch." Magenta said with raised eyebrows before she began to take a sip of her water. "Oh please, I've had enough of him." But for the rest of the lunch Cheriss felt bad, thinking she had really ticked Warren off earlier that day.
Finally before school was ending she found Warren and caught up with him. "Hey, HEY!" She called out as she ran beside him. "These heels are hard to run in, you could have at least slowed down!" She cried as she took her heels off and walked with him. "What do you want?" He asked. "Um. . ." she began, "I just wanted to apologize for earlier today. . .I hate it when people are mad at me." Her eyes concentrated on the flame tattoos on his arms to his chest then his lips then her gaze met his eyes, which weren't looking at her. Noticing that she was staring at him, Warren threw her a glance before looking ahead once more. "Don't bug me about it. You didn't do anything wrong." He then walked away and Cheriss felt a whole lot better knowing that she didn't upset him.
Cheriss got home to the empty house. Her dad hadn't come home from work to greet her from school either. "He must just be busy today," she told herself. Cheriss didn't get to bed until late that night, but even in the late hours of the night her father never came in. "I must have not heard him when he came in or something. . .I'll check in on him." Cheriss exited her room and slowly walked down the hall to her dad's room. "Dad. . .Are you there?" She called, but she got no reply. She figured he was asleep so she slowly opened up the door.
(A/N: Sorry for cutting it off so short at the end! I think I want to leave you in suspense -that is if you enjoy this fanfic ohohoho- I'll be writing more later.)