Wind, Fire, and Water: Chapter 3

Oh my god, I was just looking through the first chapter and I found 2 typos. I feel so ashamed. I must now pray to the allmighty fanfiction gods for forgiveness. In the mean time here's the next chapter finally...

Fatima stared up into the face of what had to be the hottest guy she'd ever seen. What was that phrase… tall dark and handsome? Well he certainly fit the description. His leather jacket and ripped jeans screamed to be feared yet adored. She blinked, then realized that he was offering her a hand up, which she took hesitantly. She mumbled an apology while bending to gather up her books, wondering silently who the mysterious stranger was.

Warren Peace had been making his way peacefully to his next class when the girl had slammed into him. The impact had barely fazed him, but the girl had bounced off him and had fallen to the floor, her books and papers scattered everywhere. He sighed and offered her a hand up. Though it had been her fault in the first place, he wasn't completely without chivalry.

When the girl finally stood he looked her up and down and for a second thought that he'd gone colorblind. White… practically everything about her was white. Her hair stretched down almost a foot past her waist, and shimmering pale strands fell in her face, but she made no move to brush them away, as if she wished to hide. She had a small frame, but she looked athletic, her curves being hugged by a spaghetti strap shirt and a long skirt that flowed around her ankles. Her belly button peeked out from the strip of skin that the garments left exposed. Her hair, her clothes… all white. Even her complexion was unusually pail. The only thing about her that wasn't white were her eyebrows and eyelashes. Those ridiculously long eyelashes… when she finally raised her eyes enough he saw that they were almost white too, but were touched with the slightest bit of stormy blue. As she bent to gather her things from the ground, her long and slender legs poked out of two long slits in her skirt that ran up the front of her legs to about her mid-thigh. Warren noticed that above that point the skirt was skintight.

Fatima busied herself gathering papers and whatnot, hoping that the stranger would just go away. As much as she hated it, she wasn't really a people person and didn't feel like dealing with anyone new, even if it was a hot guy. But to her dismay he began to help her pick up her papers.

"It's ok, I think I've got it," she said and waved her hand over the remaining papers, making them file neatly into a pile in her arms. She watched as his dark locks rustled slightly in the breeze that her action had caused and felt a slight tingle of warmth in her cheeks.

"Whatever," the guy said and walked past her without another word. Fatima looked after his retreating form, feeling almost offended at the way he had dismissed her. Before she could stop, she found herself yelling after him.

"My name's Fatima if you care!" the words dripped with sarcasm.

"I don't." The statement smacked her in the face and she hurried off to her next class feeling a bit deflated. Great, just another name to put on my ever-growing list of people who don't care about me… if I even knew his name… She quickly glided down the halls—literally—and found a seat in the back of her next class. This is going to be a long day, she thought to herself as the teacher started a droning welcome lecture.

Lunch: the period of socialization and laughter… and trying to find a place to sit by yourself when you don't have any friends. Fatima gritted her teeth as she looked around the lunchroom, clutching her tray of semi-edible food that she'd just paid for. Sure there were plenty of empty seats, but all were next to someone or another and she wasn't going for that. She wished that this place had an open courtyard with lunch tables, like her last school. Then she could have gone and sat under a tree at least.

She sighed and doubled her efforts. No possibilities except… she honed in on a table that looked empty. A few steps closer and she noticed a single figure hunched over a book at the table's end. It was that guy from before. She debated turning back and just throwing her lunch away, but she was already halfway there. Wondering vaguely why no one else was sitting at the table she sat down in the seat furthest from him and stared down at her lunch. She pushed the tray away and retrieved a book from her bag, glancing over at the guy as she did so. He was giving her a look that would have made anyone else whither and die on the spot.

"What do you think you're doing?" he growled at her. Is he ever hospitable, she wondered?

"You don't need the entire table do you?" she said in a resigned tone. "Please?" she asked.

"I wonder why Warren still sits by himself," Will Stronghold commented from his lunch table. The whole group glanced over towards the flame-thrower who was completely immersed in a book at a table away from theirs.

"You know that he's still your best friend Will," Layla said, giving his hand an affectionate squeeze. "Sometimes old habits are hard to break, even if you want to," she said and he smiled up at her.

"Hey, looks like he's got company over there," Magenta remarked and they all looked over again and saw that there was a white-haired girl sitting at the other end of Warren's table. It looked like they were staring each other down, and the group wondered if a fight would be imminent.

Warren looked into her eyes… they were almost pleading. What the hell, he didn't feel like a fight anyway. He grunted and turned back to his book.

Fatima sighed with relief. That could have been messy, well… messier, she supposed. She closed her book and decided to eat her lunch after all, though after tasting it she almost regretted it.

The rest of her day passed with almost no incident at all, just the way she liked it. The next day however, was just not her kind of day at all, starting from the very beginning.

She touched down in front of a group of freshmen who were piling off their bus. Boy was she glad that she could fly. Having to ride the school bus every day would only be another miserable experience in which she would have to search for a seat amongst strangers, and she'd already had enough of that. The bell rang for everyone to go to class, but Fatima was still searching for where to go. She glanced at her schedule again.

"Mad Science lab? Where the heck is that?" she mumbled to herself and took off in the wrong direction again. She hadn't been able to attend first period the day before because of her chat with the principle. She growled softly as she thought about the conversation they had had.

Fatima was late. She hated being late. That meant that everyone was looking at you. But all the same she had to go in once she found the Mad Science lab. She tried not to stare at the teacher's huge head, but it was so big she thought that she might burst out laughing at any second.

"Ah, Miss Moore, it seems that you've finally decided to grace us with your presence," he said when she handed over her schedule for him to check. "I would like to add that we have assigned seats, so if you would please take a seat in the third row back," he pointed towards an empty chair. But when she saw who else was sitting at the table, glaring back at her, she muttered an expletive.

"You've got to be kidding me…"

Hmm... I wonder who Fatima's lab partner could be? I know it's really obvious but oh well. Oh, on a side note, I never intended her name to be Fatima. I was actually trying to decide whether it should be Sky or River, but since I couldn't decide I was trying not to call her a specific name in my head. Unfortunamely I was playing a game with a girl named Fatine in it, and it just happened. Well, it all turned out for the best in the end.

Glad you all like it so far! (I'm glad that I finally got to describe her, I was just dieing to!) The next two chapters I should be able to churn out fairly quickly so don't you worry your little heads my chickadees! Wow, I don't know where that came from, that was weird...