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Chapter 2: Causing Drama

"Rain? Rain!" My dad barged through my closed doors, strode across the room and threw the curtains open, and then pulled the covers off of me.

"Time to get up Rain, it's Monday."

I hissed as the sunlight streamed through my window, diving under the pillow to cover my unprepared eyes.

"Get up. You'll be late for school." He said pulling the pillow away from me, as my brother poked his head round the door.

"School? You mean she hasn't been kicked out yet?" he said, and I threw a pillow at his head. He tried to dodge but he was too slow and my aim is pretty good.

Rolling off the bed, I stretched my arms above my head as I landed on the floor with a thud. Dragging myself to a standing position, I walked across the room and opened my wardrobe door. A grabbed my black combats and the nearest top, which turned out to be a vintage style dark green one with a black motorbike on it. One of my favourites.

I got changed slowly, not awake enough to actually care about the time, and went downstairs for breakfast. I had barely finished when the school bus arrived, so I had no time to do anything except brush my hair before grabbing my bag and heading out the door.

At school, I managed to find my way to my first lesson, which was mad sciences-chemistry, by following Will. Layla wasn't in my class, so I paired up with him instead when we had to build stun grenades.

After lesson, I walked in a random direction, not having the slightest clue where to go for my next lesson. My time-table said I had to go to room A7, but I had no idea where it was. Randomly wondering up the corridor, I saw Warren and considered asking him for directions, but hesitated. I wasn't exactly on friendly terms with him, or even speaking terms. He might just turn around and leave. Or throw a fireball at me. Or lead me to the opposite side of the school to where my class was on purpose and leave me there.

After a few seconds I decided what the hell, and went after him.

"Um… Warren?" I said hesitantly, tapping him on the back. He turned.

"I err… do you where room A7 is? I don't know how to get to my next class and I'm kind of late…"

He was silent for a few seconds, and I hoped I hadn't pissed him off or anything.

"Yeah… sure," he said, and I breathed a sigh of relief. "I'll take you."

Surprised at these words, I followed him in silence as we walked through the almost empty corridors.

A few minutes later, we arrived in a corridor which looked exactly like the four other ones we'd walked through.

"Um… is your class somewhere nearby?" I asked him in an attempt to make conversation. He shook his head.

"Other side of the school."

"Won't you be late?"

He raised his eyebrow at me. "You think I plan to go?"

He stopped outside one of the doors (which was identical to all the others down the hallway) and I peered through the window. I could see Layla sitting in the third row, and a few other girls I vaguely recognised from other lessons. There were no guys in the classroom.

"Thanks," I said turning to Warren, but he was already walking away. I looked on as his black leather jacket disappeared around the corner, then proceeded to open the door.

"Sorry I'm late," I muttered to the teacher. "I got lost."

The teacher, a tall thin blond woman, nodded. "Rain Meiham, right?" she said, checking her register. I nodded and went to sit down in an empty seat beside Layla. I noticed a few people giving me curious looks. I assumed it was because I had walked into lesson late. Or maybe it was because they didn't recognize me, I was new after all.

"You're early," Layla said to me as I pulled my pencil case out of my bag. I turned to look at the board. In large capital letters it said 'PSHE' then underneath in smaller letters, it said 'Personal, Social, and Health Education.' Then, even smaller, were the words 'including sex ed'

I groaned.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," Layla told me nodding.

About 15 minutes later when the teacher had set us an assignment, Layla and I were talking.

"How come Warren was with you when you came?" she asked curiously. "The guys have PSHE this lesson too, and that's on the other side of the school."

I shrugged. "I asked where my class was so he showed me."

"He was late to lesson just for you?" Layla asked. "Oh my god, that came out wrong. No offence to you or anything, I just meant-"

"Yeah, I know what you meant," I told her suppressing a laugh. "But let me just say, first of all, Warren seems like the kind of guy who isn't too bothered about being late to class, and second, he wasn't planning to go anyway. He was bunking off."

"Bunking off?" Layla was confused.

"Oh sorry," I said realising my mistake. "East London slang. I meant he was skipping class."

"Oh…" Layla nodded, but it seemed as if she wanted to say more.

"What?" I asked. "What's wrong?"

Layla tilted her head at me. "It's just… strange," Layla said.

"Err… what is?" I was confused.

"Just... the way Warren…" she paused, trying to come up with the words to explain what she meant. "Well, I think you are the first person ever to randomly come and sit with him at lunch."

It didn't get what was strange about that. "It wasn't random. I'd sat there before-"

"Do you think Zach or Ethan, or even Magenta would sit there if me and Will weren't there?" Layla challenged.

"Well, what about you? You and Will started sitting with him at lunch," I told her.

"Will only did because I did. And I only did because I…" she paused, then told me about how she had met him at a Chinese restaurant, the Paper Lantern, and he had told her to ask Will to the dance. How Will had told her that he was going with Gwen Grayson, so she had blurted out that she was going with Warren. So then, at lunch, she had asked Warren to go with her, to make Will jealous. Warren had agreed, so she had sat with Warren while Will sat at the 'popular' table, until the home-coming dance showdown. After that, Will had joined the others at Warren's table.

I had to laugh. "You and Warren? And Will was jealous? Wish I had been there to see that," I told her.

She smiled. "Yeah…"

Two lessons later, I was fairly sure I was going in the right direction for my locker, when I heard Layla shrieking. Rushing round the corner, I was greeted by the site of Layla up against her locker, a tangle of thorny weeds forming a shield between her and Lash, who was having difficulty extracting his hand from the plants.

"Don't ever try that again Lash!" Layla was saying

"I was only playing around," he said, finally getting free of the weeds, which were now retracting anyway. Seeing me, his face split into an evil grin.

"Well well well, another playmate," Lash said, advancing towards me. I felt my hand heat behind my back up as a ball of burning blood formed in my palm. As Lash's arm extended towards me, I threw the ball at him. It hit him in the shoulder, his arm retracting as he cried out, putting out the flames on his shirt.

"Miss Meiham, did I just see you attack another student?" came a voice from behind me.

"Shit," I muttered under my breath as I turned to face principle Powers, who was striding towards me.

"It wasn't her fault," Layla cut in, stepping forwards. "It was Lash, he was-"

"I don't doubt that Lash did something," Powers began, talking to Layla, before turning to me "But that does not change the fact that you attacked a student using your power. Detention, both of you." She said, before turning on her heel and returning to her office.

Lash turned to me. "Well, it'll be a great chance to get to know each-other a little bit more," he said, winking suggestively before disappearing down the hall and round a corner.

"I'm sorry," Layla said to me after Lash had left. "It's my fault; I should have explained to Powers that he had been trying to grope me…"

"You would have said that to a teacher?" I asked her, and she flushed slightly.

"Well, no... I mean I…"

"It's fine," I told her. "My parents would have been in shock if I'd managed two weeks without detention."

"But I feel bad," Layla said, a pained expression on her face. It was so sweet the way she cared so much, even though I'd only known her a little over a week.

"Seriously, It's fine." I assured her, as we began walking towards our last lesson of the day.

After school, I made my way to principle powers office. On the way, the cute guy who had smiled at me yesterday said hi.

"Rain, right?"

I nodded.

"Hey, I'm Gunn." He stuck his hand out and I shook it.

"Where're you off to now?" he asked.

"Detention," I grimaced

"Aw, how come?"

"I attacked Lash."

Gunn laughed. "He probably deserved it; he can be a real dick-head sometimes."

"And a perv," I said, rolling my eyes. Gunn laughed.

"Well, see you around," he said as he turned to leave.

"Bye," I said, and he flashed me a smile. I felt a weird sensation in my stomach - Gunn's smile had given my butterflies.

I was smiling as Principle Powers directed me to the detention room. "You can't use your powers in there," she told me as she opened the door. "I'll be back for you when your time is up."

I entered, my eyes hurting from the glaring whiteness of the room as I looked around. To my surprise, not only was Lash there, but so was Will.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

Will sent Lash a dirty look. "Same as you."

"Well, at least he'll never try to grope Layla again," I said, kind of forgetting that Will, being her boyfriend and all, might not want to hear it in those words- it made him a little angry.

"When we get out of here, you are so dead," Will told Lash. I smirked.