Chapter 8 is here! I know what you must be thinking, more fighting. But I couldn't come up with anything better. I'm warning you again, might be some spelling errors. Oh yeah, I do not own any of the characters you recognize. R&R

Chapter 8 Warren and Taylor's sitting in a tree h.u.g.g.i.n.g

It was like the phone was punishing me for not calling Emma the other day. It was ringing and ringing, not giving me a moment's peace! My horrible ant Joanne had called 3 times to tell me that my mom had to finish her orange curtains by tomorrow, and she of course ended up telling my the LONG story about her beloved curtains which she had bought for only 7 dollars. I had to bang my head to the wall for several minutes to get all the tiny details out of my head… And Lily called one time to ask if there was any chance to get to talk to mom, but when I said she was out she exploded. And my almost deaf uncle Rufus called four times to tell me that he had installed his new TV to day. It took him about 15 minutes to get in to his head that I had to hang up.

My head was hurting with information. I'll never start working on an office that's for sure!

I had just closed the door to the bathroom when the phone called again. It didn't take me more than 3 seconds to shut it up with an arrow. I had had a few problems moving around at home, but it was getting better. Not missing the bus was the worst, which was a problem I was in now.

I had given up on the crouches minutes ago and was jumping towards the bus instead. I was sweating like a pig and breathing like mad. It might sound stupid to use so much effort to not miss the bus but you know I don't want to lose a day with Warren. During the weekends is enough…

I made it just in time. Good thing for me that the bus driver always waits for the pupils…

(One bus ride later…)

"I tried to call Emma and apologize to her last night but backed off." I told Jordan that was sitting on a bench reading.

"What the heck!?" she said loudly and closed her book. "Why?"

"Because the pictu… I mean because it's the right thing to do." (I can imagine Jordan's face if I had told her about the picture of mom. It would be a laugh but she would probably think I'm mad…)

She shook her head just as a guy passed us and gave me a hard and hateful look.

"Jordan, you don't think that people will… well, hate me for what I did?" I asked and watched the boy walk over to his friends that looked hateful at me as well.

"Well…" she started slowly but I cut her off.

"Oh no! I can't have people hate me! Especially not the whole school!"

"Don't worry, Jamie, Xavier and I will still be your friends."

"Was that supposed to be comforting?"

"Well yeah. But it's kinda 50-50. Half the school will love you and half the school will hate you. It's not the end of the world…"

"But it is!"

Jordan patted me on the shoulder and mumbled something that sounded like "don't be so negative" and opened her book again. I sat back and sighed in sorrow. I've always been a lovable person, I love the world and the world loves me! If I keep this up, I'll ask Warren if I can join him at his table and borrow his leather jacket.

"We want a word with you Cadwell." said the boy that had looked at me earlier.

"Why?"

"Oh, we just want to talk to you." he said coolly. I looked over were his friends stood; it looked like they were talking about something important. But when they saw that I looked at them, they slide their finger over their throats. My eyes widened in horror and looked at Jordan that seemed to be getting the signal. She stood up in her bear shape and growled at the boy that ran away in terror.

"You ok?" she asked me as she turned in to her real self again.

"Never… Let… The… Anger… Take… Control… Over… You… Again!" I said, hitting my fore head between every word.

"There, there Taylor. They won't hurt you when I'm around."

"But you can't be around me 24 hours a day can you?" Jordan nodded in agreement just as the bell rang.

After class I had about 500 paper bullets in my hair and 400 gums. I can't believe how immature people can be? You slap the most popular girl once and they make you regret it for ever!

"Oh no, I left my cooking book in my locker. Do you mind me leaving?" said Jordan and left when I nodded. But I understood that it was a bad idea to let her go because another boy came walking against me with the same look in his eyes. This boy was tall and muscular unlike the other boy that was small and heavy. He stood so close to me that I could feel the heat of his body.

"Can… Can I help you?" I asked him. He gazed down at me.

"You're gona pay for what you did to Emma." (Bloody hell, it was one of Emma's admirers!)

"W… Well how much do you want because I'm kinda broke if you…"

"You know what I mean." He whispered coolly taking another small step towards me. Like he wasn't close enough! (Ok, note for Taylor, do not pull jokes on scary, muscular guys that are threatening to kill you.)

"Look, I didn't mean what I did it just…" I started but he cut me off by pushing me hard in the ribs that made me fall backwards. I tried to stop the fall with my feet, but that just made my injured leg burn in pain. I fell on my back with a groan of pain and tried to get a hold of my leg, but the boy just laughed a horrible and angry laugh. It looked like he was trying to kick me but something got in his way.

"Back off." said Warren quietly but I could hear that his voice was full of anger.

"Back off your self Peace, this is between me and the girl." said the boy and stepped closer to Warren just like he had done to me. The pain was growing in my leg, but I couldn't take my eyes off the two boys standing in front of me…

"Haven't you learned that it is wrong to hit girls?" asked Warren, but not politely.

"Piss off." was his response "now if you'll excuse me…" His fist made a strange sound and than turned in to iron. My eyes widened in fear.

"I said back off." Warren said and lights his hand. The boy drew back a bit but nothing more.

"I'm not afraid of you Peace." he spat. "If you move over, I'll let you go unharmed." But Warren remained still.

"Have it your way than." he said and smashed his normal fist in Warrens face. He let out a groan but stood up and took a hold of the boy's shirt and tossed him across the hall. It looked like the boy only had a small injury on his head and came walking against us again, but another boy stopped him.

"Come on Josh, his not worth it." And they disappeared and so did some of the crowd around us.

Warren turned to look at me with a bloody nose. I finally managed to role the leg of my pants up so that I could get a look at it. The wound had opened and had started to bleed.

Warren removed some of the blood and sat down with me.

"Are you ok?" he asked sympathetic, and before I could stop my self, I had thrown my arms around his neck and hugged him. He seemed confused at fist but than I could feel his hands around my waist, hugging me back.