My Head Under Water, My Body Up In Flames
Chapter 5:

Under her Skin

The moment she sat down during homeroom her leg jittered anxiously. It didn't have to do with the fight against Sue and Warren, it had to do more with the fact that she had to use her powers.

The youngest Halliwell could feel her palms start to sweat as she remembered how she woke up with the manor almost completely set on fire, the flames coming from her.

Or, when she got too excited in a rehearsal and almost burnt her high school down.

Then, there was the Crevan problem.

Her thumbnail went immediately to her mouth, without her noticing. As her mind began racing.

Crevan had never been a problem. Ever since the mutation something had felt off, a little later the black-outs began. The whole incident in Power's office had been the scariest of them all, Hazel had never been so accelerated. After that, she concluded that Crevan was behind lapses she couldn't remember, and with full control of her body. That little new detail had her barely keeping her head above the stress.

Taking a deep breath, she made herself steer away from her deep personal problems, to the basics of strategy taught by their picturesque teacher, Carlos de la Cima. Of course, she didn't know much about him, by reputation. By his smell, he had a feline-thing going on. His heavy Spanish accent made him even more of a character. His curly dark hair fell over his brow, he had dark thick eyelashes that framed his almost black eyes. Though, if she squinted enough she could see the contact lenses that hid his vertical pupils and his bright amber irises Hazel saw on the first day of school. He was rather tan with really nice skin, his nails were something quite peculiar, they were slightly long and ended in points. His movements were always fluid and casual. After elaborately filling the whiteboards with definitions and the 10 rules for the perfect escape, he leaned back against his desk and go over every point he wrote down in different colored markers. So far, he was rather nice, her mom would totally check him out.

"How good are you in hand to hand?" Warren had been silent next to her during the class, his chin resting on his hand and watching the lecture from under his eyelashes.

Hazel peaked at him from the corner of hers, his notebook had a lot of x's and o's scribbled with arrows, like a football playbook might look. "Pretty good, why?" The blonde questioned back.

"Sue depends too much on ice shields when she can't make ice fast enough for her lances. She's not used to fighting against a pyro, so get creative."

A slender brow arched, "Are you giving me pointers on how to fight against your girlfriend?"

He pushed his notebook towards her, "You're fast, so that's another advantage, her ice is fast, but not by much."

"Warren, stop it."

"She can get pretty serious during Save the Citizen."

Hazel rolled her eyes, "I've faced scarier things, Warren."

He opened his mouth to retort, before closing it because he didn't know how she got to be familiar with close combat. "How scary?" His voice went soft, he couldn't help it. Warren really did want to get to know the petite blonde deep down. Layla said Hazel was a witch, what else did that entail? What was Hazel capable of? What was under all of that skin?

Crevan went warm towards his tone, but Hazel wanted to tell him that he shouldn't go there. Never in a moment in her life had she felt like a raging teenager, until she set foot in Sky High, she had so many problems. Starting with her inner self, her whole being wanted to be engulfed in flames with Warren, but every string that held everything together started feeling like they were loose and unraveling. Hazel couldn't let him in when she was such a hot mess.

Hazel was about to say something, but she didn't know how to word out what he wanted to hear without dunking him in too deep. How could she tell anyone she was losing control?

She decided to ignore his question, Warren let out a huge sigh when he concluded that she wasn't going to answer. "I'm just trying to help you, Hazel."

Hazel turned her attention to him fully and lowered her voice, "You're in a weird position already, I don't want to make it worse."

"Ms. Halliwell." The voice rang out from the front of the room.

Her gaze shifted towards the source of the voice, Mr. de la Cima had his contact-lensed dark eyes trained on her, and everybody had turned to look at them almost at the back of the classroom.

At her silence, the teacher repeated the question, pushing himself off from his desk and walked towards her lazily down the aisle of tables. "What is one of the first things a Super most know when going into a building, Ms. Halliwell? You smell like someone who has experience."

Hazel couldn't help narrowing her eyes towards her new teacher, locking eyes with him as he neared their table. Could he smell her just as she could smell him? Could he smell what she was underneath all the skin? The teacher stopped right in front of their table, a sly smile on his handsome face.

The student never looked away from the teacher's eyes as she answered the best way she could, "Know your exits; you can never be too careful if the situation calls for a fall back or the rescue time gets shortened."

"Nicely said, Ms. Halliwell," Mr. de la Cima looked satisfied with her answer as he never looked away from her green eyes, "One can never be too careful when it comes to safety. Also, one can never be too proud to know when things get out of control."

Hazel couldn't help but let her gaze falter at tickle of his insinuation that inevitably set her further on edge.

With one last sly smile towards her, De la Cima turned and continued with his lecture as he went back to his usual spot leaning in front of his desk.

The young blonde gritted her teeth in stress, could her teacher sense her unstableness? If a Super could sense her problems, then her own kind would see it in a blink of an eye. Without thinking, she let her head fall on her hands, things were getting too complicated too fast.

Warren had watched the whole exchange happen, and he didn't need to know Hazel that well to see that Mr. la Cima said something that bothered her. "What just happened?" He wasn't going to beat around the bush, as the seconds ticked by Hazel seemed to get more stressed; her back started getting more erect and he could see how her jaw was grinding against her teeth down to nubs.

"This shit is getting ridiculous." He heard her murmur into her hands.

Warren leaned forward, reaching out and putting a hand on her thigh under the table. "You can talk to me, you know?"

Hazel lifted her head to look at Warren, to quickly notice their faces were close to one another. The youngest Halliwell hadn't let herself think about Warren too much during the day, she couldn't afford boy trouble right now. But, as she looked into his dark eyes all she wanted to do was sit down and tell him everything wrong with her life at that moment. Just as she was about to open her mouth, the bell rang setting their surroundings into movement and the loud noise drowning everything. Warren gave her thigh a last squeeze, before sliding down from the stool and getting his things. Hazel was about to do just that and follow him out, when their teacher called her to his desk, she couldn't help but get tense with the speculation of what the upcoming conversation topic might be.

Warren lingered by the door, only for their teacher to dismiss him. "It's just a quick word, I won't make her late."

The more experienced pyro threw her a look over his shoulder before closing the door with a soft click.

Hazel stood in front of the ordinary wood desk, as De la Cima took a sip of his tea.

"How are you adjusting to Sky High, Ms. Halliwell?"

"Hazel is just fine, Mr. De la Cima." The petite witch started with a tense smile, her green eyes alert on the Super Hero teacher, "And, the school is just fine, it's your usual high school but with a power up." She shrugged, before changing her bag strap to her left shoulder, were her knuckles turning white? Was she holding the strap too hard? Was she keeping her cool? Shit, he was probably listening to her racing heartbeat. "Everything okay?"

The teacher stood up to stand next to his desk, lowering his voice to almost a whisper. "I believe you might know what this is about."

Hazel opened her mouth to play dumb, but nothing came out.

De la Cima raised an eyebrow at her, "It doesn't matter if you were born with your Beast, Hazel. Mutation or not, we can smell each other; a wet dog and a wet cat smell just the same, kind of."

"That's a pretty tricky metaphor."

"What's wrong?" Her teacher gave her a concern look that threw her a bit off.

Hazel chewed on the inside of her cheek, before deciding to wing it. "Ever since the mutation that made me a pyro, I've been having blackouts." She stopped before continuing, realizing how hard her heart was pounding against her chest. "I think my Wolf became unstable and she's been taking over this body."

At that, De la Cima frowned and stepped a bit closer to her. He dropped his head a bit, Hazel knew what he was doing, so she raised her neck for her scent to be caught easier.

Both hadn't noticed Warren peak through the clear window on the door. Something in his chest broke and something boiling was settling all over his chest, because from his point of view their teacher was kissing Hazel and she seemed to be responding. He couldn't help the response of his flames engulfing his hands, his fist ready to beat the ex-villain into a coma.

"Hey baby! Why aren't you in- Oh my God." Sue had sneaked up on him, calling him out just as she reached his side, seeing by chance the same thing he thought was happening. "Is Mr. De la Cima kissing Hazel?"

Warren extinguished his hands, as soon as he heard his girlfriend's voice before taking her by the arm just as their teacher was stepping away from Hazel and started walking towing Sue behind him down the crowded hallway, the frosty blonde couldn't stop gushing of the juicy scandal.

"I cannot believe Mr. De la Cima would go for a student, and Hazel at that! I saw him in one of my parent's Super Ball and I thought he was into more sophisticated, older women but, I guess that when she's asking for it there's no saying 'no'. She obviously knows she can play by her looks, because seriously, what's up with the 'no-bra-thing'?" They had rounded a corner to a quieter hallway and in one breath Sue let herself gush out, her eyes wide and blue with excitement.

"Susie, stop!" Warren snapped and turned to her further down the hallway. "You're not going to say anything about this. It's none of our business." But, he was about to make it his business.

Susie took her arm back and narrowed her eyes at Warren. "If it's him, then he's a pedophile, Warren, and, if it's her; then we should notify Principle Powers, because the poor girl might need help. I'm only worried for her."

Warren narrowed his dark eyes back, crossing his arms before saying, "I know you see the upper classmen prey on the freshman girls and you flip your hair and walk away, we both know you want to stir something and it won't be for the good of anyone."

Susie stared hard at Warren, "I've seen the way you look at her, Warren, and I've risked a lot of reputation for you to dump me for some late-bloomer."

Warren had his jaw pretty set when Susie finished talking. Sure, at the beginning they had a bit of a rough patch when her parents didn't approve of their daughter's villain-offspring boyfriend. From the start, they both knew it wasn't going to be easy, but, that at the end- and, if their future went good- things for Warren would look a lot more promising.

Somewhere deep down, he still cared for her because he knew that Susie could be a real person, and a nice girl, her only flaw was that she cared too much for appearances and what everyone said or would say. Warren softened a bit to place his hands on Susie's shoulders, "You have nothing to worry about, Sue. We're just friend."

Sue's navy-blue eyes turned moisty as she tilted her head to look at Warren square in his face, "You don't do friends easily, War. Stop playing games." She brushed his hands off her bare pale shoulders and kept walking down the hall, leaving a Warren who couldn't figure out what to do with any of the blondes in his life.

"A Lycan, but not just any Lycan." De la Cima sniffed a couple of more times, "A Royal Lycan in American soil? Don't you like to be close to your Nordic Ancestors?" The feline Super stepped back, one of his eyebrows raised in total interest.

Hazel was blown away by how easily her Mutant teacher identified her scent, reminding her how that bloodline followed her everywhere she stepped in.

"You smell of something else, though." The teacher cupped his chin and took a pensive stance.

Hazel scrounged up her face, closed her eyes, and said, "I'm a Witch, too."

When she opened her eyes again, she caught the expression of cluelessness before his eyes grew large, "A Charmed One?"

A growing pressure was building on her temples, she had thought that the Magic that course through will go unnoticed in Sky High to make everything easier while she could concentrate in the new, non-Magical part of her life. "Third generation." Weren't Supers supposed to ignore her kind?

De la Cima's eyes kept getting bigger, his mouth opened and closed a couple of times in total disbelief before finding his voice, "They can't just expect you to learn the same way the rest of the students do to control their powers."

Hazel could only shrug, "I actually expected just that, Mr. De la Cima."

The high school teacher shook his head as he crossed his arms over his chest, "Call me Juaquin. You can't expect Magic and Science to be the same, Hazel. One courses through your very being, the other through your veins. One reacts with raw emotion, the other reacts by chemical reactions in your body. These are two completely different concepts."

The young witch heaved out a heavy sigh, "I just need this to be easy."

Juaquin smiled lightly at the teenager, "No matter the circumstances or the person, life isn't easy, specially for us complicated beings." After Hazel heaved out another deep sigh, the teacher continued, "I will talk with Principal Powers, I will like to be your mentor."

Hazel felt her eyebrows rise, "That would help me out a lot, Juaquin. Just have in mind that I'm no Superhero in training."

Juaquin threw his head back and laughed before turning back to the very powerful teenager, probably the most he had been standing in front of him. "You can go," The teacher said, motioning with his head to the door. "I'll page Ms. Modas for your tardiness and arrange a meeting with Principal Powers and give my proposal to be your mentor. Let's see if this will be the beginning of a long, lasting friendship." He extended his hand towards the smiling teen, a Cheshire smile on his own lips.

I like him, Crevan resounded in her.

Hazel reached and shook hands with Juaquin, "I hope it will be."

Something in her chest warmed when he said 'Blessed be' as he let go of her hand.

"Blessed be." She returned, walking out of the classroom.

Something lifted off her shoulders, as something began to take shape. She was always a bit too impatient towards results, but this had to be handled slowly and with care, she couldn't afford to be too rash.

Hazel felt lighter on her feet as she walked down the empty hallways, a small smile crept on her face. Maybe, just maybe, she could do this.

Rounding a corner, she crashed into Warren Peace, who almost knock her down to her feet as he stood there like ten brick walls.

"By the Moon!" Hazel exclaimed as she righted herself and looked at Warren, she took in his stance and noticed something, which made her eyes narrow. "Were you waiting for me?"

"What the hell was that?" Warren grumbled, his voice sounding like faraway thunder.

"You're standing right after the corner; how can't you not expect me to smack my face with you?"

Warren rolled his eyes at her annoyingly before he glared down at her. His aggravation escalating, "I'm talking about you fucking throwing yourself at our teacher."

Hazel had to take a step back, the accusation throwing her off and his glare made something in her spark, her anger taking flame. "Excuse you?" Her nose was hit by the bitter green smell of jealousy oozing from Warren, like bad B.O.

"What the hell was that, Hazel?" Warren towered over her menacingly.

Her body started to react to the confrontation, her hands balled into fist and her shoulders squared off. "I have no idea what you're talking about." Her voice remained calm, but completely stoned solid.

"I saw you. Stop lying." Warren growled down at her.

Hazel craned her neck and crossed her arms over her chest, she could feel herself get hot. "Will you stop accusing me and explained to me what you think I did?"

"De la Cima, me and Sue saw you. He leaned in and you didn't do anything." At the last sentence, Warren's clenched fist began to smoke out, black smoke trailing up to the ceiling.

Hazel had to bark out a laugh at how ridiculous he sounded, "You clearly need to get your eyes checked, Peace. De la Cima never hinted to anything close to a student-professor fantasy porn. Seriously, what the fuck makes you say that?" What the fuck was going on with everybody? Hazel could feel all of her being get passed aggravated.

Warren stepped closer to Hazel, and between clenched teeth he said, "I. Saw. You."

Hazel's glare hardened, "I'm not going to repeat this again, Warren; I haven't done anything." She pronounced everything slow, a stern finger raised at him. "And, if it did- I'm not confirming anything- it's none of your business." Warren's jaw went slack at the last part, and she took her chance to point out his hypocrisy. "You're in a relationship that you want to respect, but, our morals got fucked up and we're still fucking. You don't respect me enough to clear things up, so whatever I do, you have no right to judge me." She pushed passed him and walked down the hall for her next class- Intro. to Supersuits.

Right as she was reaching the door, Warren went after her. Her hand was on the door knob when she felt his own tugging at her elbow. "It looked like he was kissing you and my blood started boiling." The confession came quietly from behind her.

Hazel heaved out a heavy sigh, "You can't expect this to work out, Warren. You can't act as if you give a fuck about me when there's a girl you're in a relationship with, I'm not pushing you to break up with her, we just met. But, whatever I do, it's my business." She pulled her arm out of his hand and entered the buzzing classroom, only to be called five seconds after stepping in.

"Ms. Halliwell! It's your turn to see your suit!" Professor Modas was standing right in front of the class, her all-black attire didn't help her look the 10 years she had ahead of her students. The young woman was one of the most renown designers in both North and Latin America, but for the Super community, she was the lone designer for every Super on that side of the continent.

The tall woman turned back to the rest of the classroom in none stopping motions, the classroom always going quiet when she spoke, "During Placement, Sky High tends to jot down your powers for your Junior year costume fittings. From now on, your costumes will be modified and altered as you young heroes begin building your foundation for your Super careers." Hazel edged around the classroom getting to the first empty seat she could find to drop off her things, Ms. Modas theatrics quiet refreshing. "Elemental mutants are always a bit tricky." Curling a finger towards Hazel, the young woman motioned for the blonde to join her. "Pyros are the trickiest, and a female one; even more so. Not all of them can reach the same temperatures, so the cloths and materials change constantly."

Right as she reached the teacher, Warren quietly opened the door and slipped in, taking the chair right behind Hazel's desk. Ms. Modas only briefly glancing at him.

"In the case of our Ms. Halliwell here, we're still seeing how her powers develop. So, to be on the safe side," Ms. Modas looked down at her Smart Watch and tapped it, making a little hole appear by her feet and rising smoothly from it was a mannequin in red latex. "A combination of fabrics was created so she can go all out without burning everything off. For the moment we choose your persona and on Graduation Day you will decide to stay with your Sky High persona or shed skin and develop a new one is always an option." The young teacher gave a big smile towards the wide classroom while Hazel eyed the skin-tight suit and its black accents. Modas turned and walked towards Hazel, taking one of the young witch's hand and giving her a gold ring. "A new young African designer has developed new technology for Super costumes, she's taught me a few tricks. The ring will carry the suit, that way is always on you whenever you need to Go Super."

Hazel couldn't help the smile that crept on her as she put the gold band on her right index finger, "'Go Super'?"

Ms. Modas cringed a bit, "I know, it's lame. I regret not being part of the people that make up Super Hero lingo." The teacher motioned for her new student to step towards the mannequin. Hazel stepped in front of the red suit and assessed it along side the endearing woman. "I believe the heels are a decent length for whatever situation, of course, soundproof. I'm sorry if it's more on the provocative side, but I couldn't help it." She cheekily smiled and shrugged. "Power's and I decided on the name 'Red' for you Ms. Halliwell. Since we're still walking on thin ice with you, I decided to put thermal indicators in the suit, which will make it change color to black the hotter you are. The passion red means your cool. Today will be seeing the first Save The Citizen of the year starting with the Junior Class and every STC from now on will be a costume rehearsal."

Hazel narrowed her eyes, "I'm going to be fighting in red spandex?"

The young fashion designer turned abnormally fast to the teenage Witch, her dark eyes intense, "Don't ever say that word in this classroom again."

Feeling slightly threatened, Hazel walked towards her seat while Ms. Modas started the class, the theme for the lecture was scrawled on the whiteboard in red marker, 'Lesson 1: Never Wear Capes'.

Third period began to get closer and closer. Hazel thought she could feel Warren breathing down the back of her neck, making her nervousness escalate. How the fuck was she going to use her power with the sophomores and the juniors watching, with all her teachers judging?

The tips of her fingers started to smoke and the itch in the back of her throat started, Hazel coughed to relieve it a bit, only for a cloud of black smoke to puff out with every heave.

"Did she just cough out red, hot embers?" Someone near her whispered, making her cheeks flush in hot embarrassment.

"Do you need a minute?" Warren's soft whisper wasn't helping either.

"I'm fine." She managed to whisper back as she closed her eyes and went somewhere deep within her, where not even Crevan could reach her. Hazel's body began to breathe deeply and calmly as she smothered the flames from within.

Warren watched the back of her head, occasionally catching what Ms. Modas was saying. Workbook exercises were assigned individually, and in his opinion, it was a piece of cake. Ms. Modas walked around the classroom helping with whatever questions were thrown her way, she made sure to go around Hazel ever so often, obviously knowing she didn't come from a Super Hero background. But, the newest student never asked for help, though she never denied Modas' suggestions on some of her answers. His hands couldn't stop moving as his anxiety grew; he needed a smoke break. It became evident to Warren when he found himself bringing the eraser of his pencil to his teeth and almost chewing it off without noticing.

The classroom was silent with the students busy when their teacher stopped next to them 20 minutes before class was out. "You guys head out to the gym and warm up, Coach Boomer will tell you everything else."

Hazel filled in the last blank and handed in her work before heading towards the door without waiting for Warren, who rushed after her. He didn't say anything when he quietly caught up and took her by the elbow making the petite blonde protest.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Rooftop."

And, sure enough, Warren Peace showed her the way to his favorite corner of Sky High's rooftop.

All the blueness around them, calmed Hazel immediately. She turned her head in every direction, taking in the clouds, the sunshine seeping through them and all the blue. She was blown away.

Warren let her absorb everything, her eyes had been dull during the whole class, but in that moment, he had never seen them shine so bright since he had met her. As she slowly walked towards him to lean on the railing, he took out a little silver cigarette case.

"Are those cigarettes?"

He looked up and saw Hazel looking curiously at the square in his hand. The more experienced pyrokinetic smirked and opened the cigarette case to show her an already rolled blunt.

A smile spread across Hazel's lips, "Well, aren't you full of surprises."

Warren chuckled, making her insides clench. Flicking his thumb finger, a jet of flame shot up and offered the small cigarette box with the blunt towards her.

Hazel looked at Warren, a small smile coming easier as she reached for the blunt to put it in her lips. The tall boy put the end closer to the end and instructed, "Inhale."

She couldn't help but chuckle a bit as she did what he instructed. Warren put out the flame and watched he; she took hits from the blunt like she had smoked weed before.

"Not your first rodeo?" He asked as he leaned on the railing of the roof.

Hazel smiled cheekily as she passed him the blunt and let out a big cloud of smoke. "I went to an art school in San Francisco and always hanged with kids older than me. Now," the werewolf stopped for a second as she breathed in all of the blue and the pot. "It seems that now is the other way around."

Warren inhaled as he kept taking her in as much as the smoke. He passed her the blunt as he asked, "What's you're deal?"

Hazel looked genuinely startled by the question, she even coughed a bit as she exhaled, but the young woman smiled nevertheless. "That can be a conversation for another day, Warren."

The taller teen raised his dark eyebrows and teased her with a grin, "So, Hazel Halliwell is way too complicated to describe herself when asked."

The witch laughed, "I'm not complicated, everything around me is." And, with that she put out the blunt by pressing the lighted end against the sole of her shoe, to pass it back to Warren who put it away. "There's more than 'world domination' and sidekicks, Warren. I was raised with the constant fear of being attacked, I have the pressure of a family line who have their hands full with keeping the balance of the Universe while they are productive members of society, and that's just my dad' side of the family. My mom's side is full of Werewolves." And, that was the tip of the iceberg.

Warren felt his eyes grow big, he couldn't lie; there were the rumors of magic users, actual witches and part of their dark side of business roaming every continent. Some of the villains that heroes fight against, sometimes, ended up being something much darker and much sinister than a beta-human with anger issues. But, he liked being skeptical about these things until he encountered them for himself. Although, here she was; petite, blonde and telling him she was supernatural. Warren Peace had never been interested in the subject, but with her changing eyes…

"I want to know."

They locked eyes and countless thing went between them.

Hazel felt like she finally belonged somewhere, she wasn't sure if it was the pot or what, but, she felt like her heart was breaking and mending repeatedly as fast as the bating of a humming bird's wings.

The first to stir was Warren, saying softly, "We have to go." He packed away the cigarette case and picked up his back pack from the ground.

Hazel was digging in her own bag, until she found a small black pouch. Warren watched as she took out eyedrops and from another pocket she took out some perfume. After letting the drops moisturize her eyes, she offered them to Warren who waved them away and said with a smirk, "I really don't care if my eyes get red."

The shortest of the two snorted a chuckle, "No problem, badass. I just feel like I'll have to keep talking to teachers for the rest of the day."

"I think, Powers will change your schedule depending on what you show on Save the Citizen."

Hazel finished with the spray and began making her way to the stairs, with the mention of what was up next hanging not so heavy as before. "Well, let's hope I don't burn Sky High off the sky."

Warren had to stop her again, by putting his hand softly on her shoulder. "What's wrong with your powers, Hazel? I've never seen you use it. Sure, you get really hot that you melt things, but, I've never seen you on fire."

Hazel couldn't turn around to look at him while she talked to him, "Because every time I ignite, nothing good ever happens." Shaking him off, she kept making her way to the stairs leaving Warren behind to look after her. The last time, she had been shaken to the core; the fear just made the fire grow.

The leather clad one sighed deeply before going after her, "You really have to stop walking away from me." She was already down a flight of stairs, but thankfully she stopped when she heard him. "I really do want to help you."

The witch looked up at him with her ever-changing eyes. "But, helping me must come along with something, can't you see? There's so many things going into motion that you can't even begging to understand."

"But I want to understand."

Hazel couldn't help but narrow her eyes at Warren Peace. "What are you talking about?"

"This is not normal," He couldn't help but frown his brow, as for the first time he stood there to think, about what the blonde who was always running away from him made him feel. "I constantly think of you, I want to know how you are…I would like to make sure you're comfortable, if you're eating well…" Warren kept speaking and seemed to become more frustrated as he kept voicing out everything he had been trying to ignore. "I've always been around independent woman, I can see you can take care of yourself. But, I want to take care of you."

He could see she her gaze softened, and the gold started swirling around her irises. "It's still more complicated than that, baby." And, with that she went down the flight of stairs, leaving Warren at the top of the stairs with way too many feelings on his chest.

Hazel was out of breath when she reached the gym doors, Mr. Boomer standing stoically in front of them.

"We're about to start, Halliwell, what the hell? Where's Peace?"

"He had to check something with Mr. De la Cima, and I lost my way here. I'm so sorry!" She wasn't sure if Mr. Boomer even blinked at the lie or rolled his eyes at her for losing her way.

But the gym teacher didn't say anything, just turned around, and opened the double doors to let Hazel assume that was a signal for her to follow him.

The gym was starting to get packed with the sophomore and junior classes. Something in the air made Crevan stir and come out of her little hiding spot somewhere inside of her. After they had heard Warren express what all of this was making him feel, Crevan's chest had puffed up in… Hazel wasn't even sure, had it been pride? Pleasure at the submission, maybe? The list could go on.

"Halliwell! Where's your head?!" Boomer shouted right in front of her, his vocal chords vibrating a bit too high for the liking of Hazel's ears.

"I'm sorry, sir, there's a lot going on in it." She threw him a sheepish smile.

Coach Boomer took a deep breath and surprisingly spoke low at the young woman in front of him.

Hazel felt a hard stare from behind those dark sunglasses, thinking to herself just how often he had them on inside the school. But, suddenly, she felt conscious of who this man was. The young Halliwell had done her homework before starting in the hero-making school; finding out some of the people in it and around it. Sonic Boom had been a gnarly hero back in his day, the young wolf could respect that.

"We need to see what you're made off, kid. We train you for life and death situations because those situations exist, I understand you've been aware of that for a very long time but not like this, not with that fire power you possess now. We need you here. Your power requires a lot of concentration, too. You've almost slipped up a couple of times, haven't you, kid?"

Hazel had to break eye contact because the answer wouldn't pass her lips, and she hated that.

"Finally, Firecracker. You sure took you time."

As always on her toes Hazel said, "Did Mr. De la Cima give you the schedule?"

Warren only took a heartbeat before he bounced the ball back. "No, he told me he'll have it for tomorrow."

Coach Boomer nodded and motioned towards the locker rooms. "It's almost show time, stretch and suit up."

Hazel didn't falter and made her way to the girl's side, but again, Warren stopped her a couple of feet before she could reach the archway.

"Remember, you're small and fast, you can use that. Sue likes to make you immobile, she'll try to freeze you completely because she can't fight."

"You can't keep bouncing in between courts, Warren. You can't play both sides." And then, she disappeared through the archway.

He wanted to hit his head against a wall in frustration, she was right; he had to break up with Sue. But, ever since the icy blonde came into his life the shadow of his father had lifted off him a bit…With Hazel, that wasn't a problem. She made him forget about it at all, and something in him wanted to know everything about her world; she was a mystery he would willingly go crazy for. How could she make him feel that way? So, he didn't scream in frustration he punched one of the walls on his way to the boy's locker room. Warren was probably already going crazy.

How big were the odds that she had mated with a Super? As she thought, everything led her to Sky High, to Warren… but, it couldn't be just that.

Hazel walked in a daze towards the lockers marked for the surnames starting in 'H'. Easily, she found the plaque that said 'Halliwell'. Pressing the button that scanned her fingerprint, the locker door swung revealing the bright red costume along with its accompanying equally red wig.

Hopefully, she wasn't going to fire up.

Hazel was very amazed when the red suit went on smoothly and hugged her comfortably, the belt didn't add any weight to her, and the boots felt perfect for any situation. She didn't pull the front zipper completely & left it about three inches lower than her collarbone. Hazel wasn't such a fan of the elbow length gloves, so she ended folding them until they ended up at her wrist. Finally dressed, Hazel tried to stretch fast and kick high a couple of times. The suit felt even nicer in motion, she could maneuver around for her advantage. The wig, well, she was going to find out if i it was going to survive.

The first horn blasted, signaling that it was time to come out. Hazel's ear caught the excited chatter buzzing from outside.

"All of the teachers are talking about you," Hazel had just stepped forward towards the doorway when Sue's voice sounded from behind her. "Everyone says how you're some kind of 'anomaly amongst us'. Nebula is crazy to dissect you. So, what is it? Are you some kind of alien or something? Because I can't comprehend what's so great about you."

Hazel turned and was faced by a silver clad Sue; her outfit was just as tight as Hazel's, only that it covered most of her body with was looked like silver scales, underneath light blue fabric peaked out every time she moved, her silver booted heels didn't look optimal for fighting, and a long shimmery cape glided with her.

"I'm nothing special, Sue. I'm just here to learn like anybody else." Hazel pushed back the red hair and tied it back into a high ponytail, trying to hold it out of her face. The voices from the gym were higher, echoing and bouncing from the locker room walls.

"Nobody has heard of the Halliwells in our community, female pyros are really rare – "

"Or so I've been told." Hazel interrupted and turned towards the exit, "We should get going, I have to stretch before the matches."

The blonde in the red outfit didn't wait for Sue to continue and walked away, living a fuming Sue.

The locker room began to get extremely cold, so cold that everything started frosting over. Sue's expression looked murderous for about two minutes before it became completely blank. The second horn blasted startling her out of her trance-like state, setting a pleasant expression on her face she made her own way out. The pyro was going to regret stepping into her school, she was going to make sure Hazel would get eaten alive.

Warren stretched his calf on one of the ends of the arena, his eyes flashed every few moments towards the girl's locker room. His stomach was doing backflips, never before had he felt so nervous before a match.

"Warren!" Layla's voice rang from the stands.

Looking over he quickly found the gang on the front line, but the Wonder Couple had stepped up to the safety glass to talk to him. Purple and Lightstick were whispering among themselves and shooting looks at him and over his shoulder, giving him the sensation that they were talking about him and Hazel.

Will's face looked blown away at Warren's suit. "Dude! It looks so awesome!"

Warren had to fight the urge to roll his eyes at Will's geekiness. His suit was one whole piece, soot black. A hood obscured his features and a black half mask covered the lower part of his face. Just like Hazel's suit, his would change color and would turn white when he reached incredibly high temperatures. He didn't have a utility belt, but he was crazy to add some tech to give him an advantage."It still needs some work." He grunted trying to ignore the urge to turn to look at what his noncolored friends were looking intently at.

"Have you seen Hazel?" Layla quickly asked, nervousness seeping a bit into the question

But, just when he was about to shrug his answer, Warren caught something red moving from the corner of his eye on the other side of the gym. He didn't need to be close to Hazel to see better how her suit fitted her in all the right places, making his member to get hard before he could exhale, and he had to do everything in his concentration, so it wouldn't get worse. Boners and super suits didn't go along.

The third horn rang for the students participating on the match to go to their designated corners, right after Sue came out from the locker rooms. Layla and Will wished him good luck before returning to their seats.

"Blue side and red side, please step forward to the middle of the arena."

The gym went completely silent when the announcer's voice rang out from speakers nobody could see.

Sue reached Warren, a playful smile on her lips as she sashayed towards him in her tall boots. "Hey there, stranger."

He only answered with a grunt of a 'hey' before walking towards the center of the polished wooden floors where Coach Boomer waited for them. Warren heard his girlfriend sigh and her heels click after him.

"Nice get-up, Firecracker." Boomer nodded his approval at Warren, who just nodded back. "Right, it's the first Hero Costume Presentation and they'll be one on one, depending on your combat skills we'll increase the opponent number." The retired Super reached into his pocket and got a quarter, "Ladies go first. Sue, heads or tails?" And, with a flick of his thumb the quarter went flying above them.

Sue's answer, 'heads', sounded very far away, almost underwater. From under his hood, his eyes couldn't tear off Hazel. Something in his brain set off and another animalistic thing went on; his heart started beating faster and his throat got dry. That wasn't because of the weed.

Hazel seemed to smell something right before the quarter made its first turn in the air. Crevan inside her became restless when, at the same time, they both realized that the beautiful and yummy splurge of hormones came from their Warren Peace. The young woman in red began to get agitated, suddenly her suit felt too tight when, in reality, she could barely feel it on top of her skin.

Warren began to feel a bit too hot, and as soon as he noticed his hands began steaming. Hazel's eyes swirled, and intense gold almost shone from her face.

"Hero or Villian?!" Boomed Coach Boomer for the whole gym to hear.

Sue turned to look at Hazel and gave her best smile, "Hero, of course." But something wasn't right. Hazel's eyes weren't looking in her direction but were intently looking at the body next to her. She quickly threw a glance at Warren and saw him looking back at Hazel with the same intensity as the blonde in red. Something in her head snapped and the edges of her vision began to turn black.

Halliwell, you're our Villain. Try and stop Freeze from saving the citizen!" Boomer pointed dramatically towards the doll hanging by a rope over a machine with a lot of teeth. "Then," Continued the gym teacher, "We'll see both pyros go head to head!" The bleachers cheered in excitement, the curiosity for the mysterious blonde in red was palpable. Just like Sue, everybody wondered who was Hazel Halliwell.

Warren faltered when Coach Boomer took his leave towards his high chair. So, when he turned to Sue to wish her good luck the murderous look on her delicate sharp features threw him off.

"What the fuck was that?" The frosty blonde spat out, her cold blue eyes bounced in between him and Hazel. "I'm not stupid, your whole body was turned to her and your hands began to steam and her eyes glowed. Both of you couldn't stop looking at eachother." Sue looked like she was going to pop a vein.

"We're just joking around, Sue." Hazel spoke up for the first time, and something in her voice made Warren's neck hairs stand on end. "I've never trained with someone like me, and I'm aiming to win." Hazel finished with her jutting out her hip and putting her hand casually on it, "It's just some good-hearted mocking." Were her canines a bit too big?

"You okay, Sue?" Warren, again, fell in step with Hazel's words. He lowered the black fabric obscuring the lower part of his face. "Why do you look so pissed?"

Sue now looked confused as she kept bouncing her eyes in between the two pyros, her mind racing.

"Peace!" The gym shook a bit with the vibration of Coach Boomer's voice. "Get out of the way!"

"Good luck, guys." Warren finished throwing over his shoulder as he jogged to the little door the let him go to the bleachers, sitting next to Will and Layla.

"I'm not stupid, Halliwell, I know when other bitches are after my man." Sue said glaring at Hazel, behind the cryokinetic the clock set to 20 minutes.

"You know the drill! Good luck, ladies!" And, the buzzer went off.

"I'm not after anybody's man, Sue." Hazel smirked playfully.

'Not when he's already ours.' The words almost rolled out of her tongue, Crevan was banging to be let out.

"Either way, you're a threat and, I crush threats. It's going to be easy." Sue smiled as if she was talking about an easy math problem when the girl in front of her was having an internal battle for control.

'Let me play, Hazel, I won't bite.'

Hazel slipped trying to hold back, Crevan quick to take the opportunity charged forward, ready for the bitch fight.

Right before, Hazel lost consciousness, she went up into flames with the roar of the crowd.

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