Okay, once again, I love all of you guys! Knowing that you love my story makes me want to update sooner!

To Sarah M.G.: You're friends are right, you ARE brutally honest, but honesty is the best policy. You will find out why I used the song 'Savin' Me' at Homecoming later on, and why Kat has a voice in her head, but thank you for telling me like it is.

Anyways, this chapter is dedicated to my best friend, Megan ( aka xxWrestlingaddictxx), who won't stop bugging me about updating…

My Fiery Angel

Chapter 13: We Almost Have A Winner

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Kat wasn't much of a sport person.

Never was.

At Maxville High School, she never participated that much in gym. She didn't do any sports. Once, when she was eight, she was playing soccer, and someone kicked the ball right into her face. After burning the ball, she vowed NEVER to participate in sports or gym unless she could use her powers like at Sky High.

But just because she wasn't a sport person didn't mean she didn't like games.

And Warren Peace was just the boy she was looking for to compete against.

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Kat glanced at Warren from the corner of her eye as she pretended to listen intently on what Medulla was saying. She would make the first move if she had too, but she had a feeling Warren would make it.

She was right.

Half way through Mad Science Class, Warren nudged her arm with his, smirking slightly. Kat smirked back and nudged his arm back. She shifted closer, and pressed her hips against his, leaned against him slightly. Warren smirked and put his hands underneath the table. He played with the hem of Kat's shirt, and she jumped slightly. Warren smirked, and Kat blushed slightly as she started sizzling. His hand left her shirt, and she gave a sigh of relief, before his hand brushed against her thigh. She jumped again, and squeaked. Warren resisted the urge to laugh, as Medulla whirled around, narrowing his eyes at Kat.

"Ms. Burns, is there a problem?" he asked, looking between Kat and Warren. Kat shook her head vigorously.

'Yes, this idiot is to dumb to realize that someone has a cccccccccrrrrrruuuuuuuusssssssshhhhhhhhhh…'

"N-No, Mr. M-Medulla," she stuttered, blushing, looking away. Medulla looked unconvinced, but nodded, and turned back around towards the board. Kat sighed and ran a hand through her hair. Warren smirked, and then a note landed on her desk. Kat shrugged, and opened it, making sure Medulla wasn't looking.

Stay away from Warren, Burns, or you'll be sorry.

Kat rolled her eyes as Warren looked at the note. He glared, and Kat giggled, before righting a reply. She turned away so Warren couldn't see.

Listen, Ice Bitch. You don't like me. I don't like you. But I like Warren, and he doesn't like you. I think you can tell where this is going. You want me to stay away? How about I get closer?

She flicked it back, and turned around to see it land on Emily's desk. She opened it, and scowled, the note freezing over. She looked up at Kat, who grinned, and scooted closer to Warren to emphasize her point. Warren glanced at her, and have her that drop dead sexy smirk of his. She blushed, and Warren put his hand on her thigh again. She didn't jump this time, but she shivered slightly. His hand crept up, before the bell rang. She jumped out of her seat, stuffed her things into her bag, and practically ran out of the classroom. Warren chuckled to himself, before standing up, and walking away.

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The next day, Kat was in the library, YES the library. She had a major Hero 101 test and she had to cram for it. It would be about all of the villains and heroes the class had studied before. Just as she turned the page…

"You're studying?" a voice asked in her ear. She jumped, and turned to glare at Warren, who was leaning over, looking over her shoulder.

"Ya know, I could call the cops and have you arrested on stalking."

'I could be the one doing the arresting…'

"I come to the library a lot, Kitten. Because I, unlike some people, actually READ a book…" Kat gasped and gaped at him.

"You mean to tell me that people actually read… for FUN?!" she exclaimed. "What kind of sick joke is this?!" Warren smirked.

"SHHH!" some students said to her. Kat glared at them, as Warren sat across from her, pulling out a book. She looked at him, and then slammed her book shut.

"Okay, I can't take the silence!"

"Shh!"

Kat glared at them again.

"It's a library, Kitten. Get used to it."

"Ugh, whatever…" she muttered, pulling out her I-Pod. After settling on a song, she lad her head down on the table, and closed her eyes. It wasn't long before a leg nudged hers. She smirked, knowing Warren was ready to play the game. She intertwined her legs with his, pulling softly at them towards her. He pulled back, still reading, and she pulled again. This started a game of Tug-A-War, until Kat lifted her legs up and placed them in Warren's lap. He jumped, and Kat smirked. Warren scowled, and then started to trail his hands up and down her legs, rubbing them. Kat shivered, and gave a sigh of contentment. She thought about of Warren… kissing him… hugging him… running her hands through his silky hair… Kat gasped and jumped away, glaring.

He had her thinking about giving up the game.

"You asshole!" she shouted. Warren smirked.

"SHHH!"

"Oh, go fuck yourselves and your silence!" Kat shouted at the students. The librarian gasped at her language, and opened her mouth to yell at Kat, who just glared at her, and left the library, leaving shocked students, and a smug Warren…

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You okay?

Kat looked at the note from Stacey. She didn't have to write back her reply.

'Yeah, I'm fine. Why?'

Another note landed on her desk.

You aren't drooling over Mr. Jacobs. You always do.

Kat looked up at her English teacher. Mr. Jacobs had soft, curly black hair, bright green eyes, and a sexy body. He had defined muscles. All of the girls loved him. Kat used to drool over him, but today, something was off.

'So…?'

It's Warren isn't it?

'NO!'

'YEP!'

'Thanks a lot, Brie.'

'No problemo, Kat!'

So, it's Warren?

'…I DON'T KNOW!'

'Tell her about the game!'

What game?

Kat sighed, and then explained everything.

…Seriously?! And just how does it work?

'Whoever gives into whatever the other one is doing loses, basically like after all that Warren has done, if I kiss him, I lose.'

I see… I think you should just give in. I mean, COME ON! You obviously like him!

'I CAN'T! I'm not one to lose or give in!'

What if Emily gets him first?

'… She won't.'

But what if she does?

Kat didn't think or say anything. She knew Stacey had a point. What IF Emily DID get to Warren first? What if he took her back, because he thought she would've given in by now if she liked him?

No.

Warren wouldn't go after Emily…

Right?

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"So, are you going to Ice Bitch's Halloween party on Saturday, Hotshot?" Kat asked, taking a bite of her sandwich.

"You're kidding me, right?" Warren asked, glancing up at her.

"Nope! I'm going."

"You hate her."

"Stacey told me she throws kick-ass parties, so I might as well go. Besides, I got nothing better to do."

"I'm not going."

"WHY?!" Warren gave her a look that said 'Are you serious?'. "Look, I know she cheated on you and what not, but if you're there, and I'm there, she might think we're together, and then she might leave me AND you alone. It's a foolproof!"

"All of your plans are foolproof, Kitten, and they always end up with you injured or angry."

"Liar! … Okay, you're right, but ppppllllleeeeeaaaaassssseeeee come with me, Hotshot!" she begged, pouting, opening her eyes and sticking her bottom lip out. Warren rolled his eyes. "Please?! Please, Hotshot! Please with ice cream and sugar and chocolate syrup, and cherries… wait, no cherries. Those are nasty… SPEAKING of cherries, guess what?! Last night my aunt made fruit salad and she put cherries in it! Cherries are nasty. They're the outcasts. In fruit salad, you have green, yellow, orange, all light colors, and then BAM! BRIGHT RED! They are the misfits, Hotshot!" Warren stared at her like she was high. "Wait, what was I talking about again?"

"You are so ADD." Kat pouted.

"SO?! Anyways… OH YEAH! I was talking about the party! PLEASE! PRETTY PLEASE WITH ICE CREAM AND CHOCOLATE SYRUP AND-"

"If I say yes, will you shut up?" Warren asked, his eye twitching. Kat grinned.

"YAY!" she cheered. She jumped up, kissed him on the cheek, and then bounded away.

"Oh yeah! Be ready to wear a costume too!" she exclaimed. Warren sighed and shook his head at her childishness, before his thoughts drifted to their game. A smirk came to his face.

He was close to winning, he knew that. Now, it would be time to kick it up a notch at the party.