Really sorry I haven't updated, I've been ill the last few days. : ( but still, I'm alive. Go me.
You want to know why I don't write Rain/Warren chapters? Because I'm crap at writing romance or whatever (I'm sure you will have noticed)
Chapter 11: Stupid Reasons
I stood by the bench with my towel, looking at the water. The sun was beginning to set, the light it cast making the water look black. Like molten obsidian. When I stepped in, it was warm.
"Rain! How can you go in that water, it's probably barely above freezing point!" Magenta said to me. After going back to our hut and getting changed, we'd met up with the boys and decided to come to the pond to hang out and relax for the rest of the evening.
"It's warm," I told her, now up to my waist in water. "It's spent all day heating up!"
"7pm is the best time to swim," came Warren's voice from the end of the pier, as I waded further, the water now just below my armpits. I turned to see him sliding in, sending little ripples across the black surface of the water. I submerged myself, kicking with my legs to send me forward, feeling something bush my face as I swam. Probably a frog or something. Rising to the surface seconds later, I was about half way across the bond. Magenta stood on the pier in her purple bikini, looking into the water doubtfully. Layla and Will stood near the shore where the water only reached up to their ankles, with Layla leading Will as he inched forward. There as a huge splash, and where Magenta had been a second before, Zach was now standing, an I-couldn't-resist look on his face as Magenta surfaced, fuming. She grabbed his foot and there was another splash as she pulled him into the water after her. Will and Layla were both soaked too now, and so began the splashing war that lasted at least an hour. And an hour after that, we realised it was almost completely dark, and decided to get out and make a little bonfire. We weren't really in the mood to go back to the estate. Grabbing some fallen branches that were lying around, we piled them on top of the remains of an old fire, and Warren set them alight. So we sat of the 'benches' (i.e. the wooden logs in the ground) and talked about random stuff. We started telling ghost stories, and Warren freaked us all out so much that by the time he'd finished we were all huddled in a little group, as close to the fire as we could, glancing around nervously into the surrounding darkness. Warren could barely keep from laughing at us.
Layla decided to tell us a funny story involving a guy with a misbehaving dog and a slutty next door neighbour. Soon we were literally rolling on the floor laughing, our fear of things lurking in the forest around us totally forgotten. An hour later, Layla had fallen asleep on Will's lap, and 20 minutes later, Magenta and Zach dropped off too, followed by Will after another 15 minutes.
Warren and I were the only ones awake, though I was feeling a little tired. I glanced over Warren to see if he was wide awake or barely keeping his eyes open, and was slightly surprised to see him looking at me intently, as if there was something about me he couldn't quite figure out.
"What?" I asked, as the flames caused shadows to dance across his face, the red streak in his hair looking like molten fire itself. He shook his head, not taking his eyes off of me.
"Your eyes, they're…" he began, pausing as he tried to come up with the words. "…different," he said finally.
"um…" I wasn't sure what to say.
He shrugged, seemingly coming back to his sense as he looked away. "The fire," he said. "Makes them look a different colour,"
This annoyed me. The way he had looked at me, it had given me a tiny spark of hope... the hope I had been trying to squash into nothingness since the conversation between Layla and I after I had skipped class with Warren. And the fact that he had sparked that hope then squashed it with a simple sentence, in the space of 5 seconds, pissed me off. I wasn't just pissed off with him though. I was angrier at myself. Something must have shown on my face, because Warren spoke.
"Rain? You ok?"
"Fine," I said, glaring at him for the second that our eyes met, before turning away.
"You don't have to get all snappy," he said.
"Yeah I do!"
"What the hell is up with you? You were fine a few seconds ago,"
"Well obviously I'm not anymore." I snapped. Warren was getting fired up now.
"So you're taking it out on me?"
"Why not?" I said, standing up. As opposed to keeping it all in, then taking it out on myself, I thought. The marks on my arm reminded me of what that would lead to. Warren stood too, and we each took a step towards each other, neither of us averting our eyes. Suddenly, Warren laughed. I stepped back, confused. Was he laughing at me? My anger built up again, and I almost considered slapping him.
"Don't fucking laugh at me," I said slowly, and he stopped. But although the sound of his laughter died, I could see traces of it in his eyes.
"What are you going to do about it?" he said tauntingly. I knew he was only joking around, but it enraged me nonetheless. My skin felt hot and my palms stung as burning blood poured out of my hand.
Warren's hands ignited too.
"If that's the way you want to play it…" he voice was soft and low, not menacing. His eyes had hardened.
A small part of my brain was saying to me 'are you sure you want to do this?' Well no, actually it was screaming 'wtf you stupid tramp he's going to fry your ass!' But I chose to ignore it.
We moved away from the fire where the others were sleeping, silently sizing each other up. What the hell am I doing? I thought. No seriously, what the FUCK is wrong with me?
Warren stood watching me; his hands alight, waiting for me to make the first move. I did so suddenly, and he barely had time to dodge, but as soon as he had recovered, he turned and fired at me, and I tried to leap out of the way, tripping on a raised root and falling flat on my face. At least I missed the fireball, I thought to myself as I stood up, dusting myself off. Expecting more fireballs to follow, none came. I looked around, but Warren was gone. The firelight didn't illuminate much beyond where I was standing, it was all darkness. That was where Warren had gone, into the shadows, waiting for me to come follow him. I was at a disadvantage here. Chances were that Warren could see me, but I couldn't see him. I glanced back towards the campsite where the other had fallen asleep, and in that split second that my back was turned, my arms were pulled behind me by Warren. I struggled but he didn't let go.
"Ok Rain, let's do a little bit of therapy," he said in my ear, as I stopped struggling against his iron grip. Like I said before, he was pretty strong for some-one who doesn't have super strength.
"Get off me," I hissed.
"You started it," he said, his breath on my ear. It sent a shiver down my spine, and I scolded myself. Now was the stupidest time for me to be getting butterflies over close contact with him.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"What do you want?" he replied, confusing me. My confusion, in turn, pissed me off. Again I struggled, but it was futile.
"Warren, let me go!" I almost yelled. "Enough with your fucking games already, we all know you have power over me, now just drop it!" whoa, what the fuck had made that come out of my mouth?
"Games?" Warren echoed in my ear. "So that's what this is about, you think I'm playing games with you?"
"Think? There's no thinking involved Warren," I said scathingly, getting more and more angry the more I became aware of him, how close he was to me… I shook my head to clear it of thoughts that I had been trying to suppress the last few days.
"You think," Warren continued, ignoring me, "that I've been screwing you around. You think that I have nothing better to do than to mess with you? That I get some sort of sadistic pleasure from it?" I knew Warren was angry now, not just annoyed. Actually angry.
"That's not what I meant-"
"That's exactly what you meant." He said it with the kind of total calmness that told me he was barely suppressing his rage. "That I was fucking with you just because I could. It's nice to know you have such a high opinion of me Rain,"
"Since when do you give a shit what people think of you?" I had nothing better to say.
He considered my question for a second, and I took the opportunity to catch him off guard, whipping my arms out of his grip in one quick, fluid movement, turning to face him. I thought I caught a flicker of surprise and something else in his eyes.
"Not what people think of me Rain," he said. "What my friends think of me. I thought that included you."
Unable to come up with a witty reply, I threw a fireball at him. It hit him in the shoulder, but unfortunately his jacket was fireproof. He advanced on me and pushed me roughly against a tree, his face close to mine as he looked straight into my eyes. I was suddenly aware of how close he was to me, and again my heart began to beat faster.
"Rain, I don't know what the fuck is going on with you today," he said, and I could feel his breath on my cheek.
"Nothing's going on with me!" I told him, but began to wonder at my own words. It's true, I never usually allow myself to get worked up by stupid little things.
"Yeah, sure." He replied with blunt sarcasm. "Seriously Rain, what's wrong?"
"Nothing!" I said forcefully, wishing he would move away from me, even a few centimetres. The heat emanating from him was making me feel weird.
"Tell me!" his hand was on my shoulder, one of his fingers just brushing against my neck. The feeling sent a chill down my body.
"Warren…" his name came out as barely a whisper. I didn't understand why; I had meant to yell it.
"Yeah?" he answered softly, lifting his head slightly.
"Don't…" I didn't really know what I was saying, only that I had to make him move away from me. "Just…leave me…"
"Rain…"
"Leave me alone!" I cried out, pushing him away as hard as I could.
His hands were now alight, as were mine, as his black eyes fixed me with a gaze so intense it reminded me of the first time I had spoken with him, during my first week at Sky High. I had looked away then, I didn't now.
Warren, grabbed my arm roughly, and before I could cry out in protest, or throw a fireball at him, his face was coming closer and my heart leapt in my throat as I felt his hot lips on mine. His hand, which a second ago had been gripping my arm tightly, loosened and his other hand rested gently on my waist. A few seconds later, as my brain finally comprehended what was going on and I pushed him away, my lips still burning from the kiss.
I tried a little romance in this chapter, and I don't think it works. If you like it, comment and tell me and I MIGHT write some more Warren/Rain
I really need feedback for this chapter, all comments will be appreciated, and the next chapter isn't going up until I have enough reviews for this. If you think it's crap, TELL ME!