Yeah, I changed the title and the summary (well, actually the whole story line)! I like it better now, though.

I finally finished this chapter! Took me long enough, I think! Here it is:

Warren's "POV"

"Darling, you have to get up!," Warren's mother called cheerfully and interrupted his peaceful sleep. Groaning, he rolled over to face the wall. He didn't want to get up and go to school.

"Let me sleep," he muttered sleepily, knowing she couldn't hear him.

After a couple of minutes Sarah Peace stormed into his room and chimed: "Come on, sweetie. Your bus takes off in fifteen minutes."

"Shit," Warren mumbled as he jumped out of bed. "Mom, why didn't you tell me earlier? Now I have to hurry!"

"Sorry, darling. I was busy!", the petite, blond woman he called his mother replied, being her bubbly self. Warren didn't understand how she could be that cheerful at the morning, he was always grumpy after getting up. In fact, he was grumpy all the time since Katie Marshall had left him because of another boy.

Cursing under his breath he looked into his closet, trying to find something to wear. Then he grabbed a red shirt and pulled it over his head. Great. Too small. After looking into the closet once more he yelled: "Mother! I don't have anything to wear! Didn't you wash some clothes?"

Whistling gleefully, his mother skipped into his room and chirped: "Nope, I didn't. As I said, I was busy."

Warren moaned, starting to get really irritated. "And what am I supposed to do now?"

Sarah Peace just smiled at him and shrugged before leaving the room. Then her head appeared in the door frame as she heard Warren's angry groan.

"What about I wash one of your shirts in the sink and you dry it with your abnormal body heat?", she suggested calmly. "Go have some breakfast while I'm washing."

He just nodded and left his room, not wearing anything but black boxers. (/Yeah, imagine him just in black boxers...*drool*/)

Walking into the kitchen he noticed a man sitting at the table and reading the news paper.

"Morning, Joe," he greeted his mother's current boyfriend.

"Steven," the man corrected. "Morning."

Warren opened the fridge and grabbed the orange juice while wondering when his mother had dumped Joe. Had there even been a Joe or was he just mixing up the names? Ever since his Dad had gone to jail, his mother's boyfriends had changed monthly, if not weekly. There had been Marcus, Tom, Fynn, Charlie, Sam, Felix, Harry, Sebastian, Bill, Nick, James, Joe, who he remembered now had been a real jerk and the current Steven. Of course there had been a lot more, but he didn't remember their names and most of them weren't really worth remembering it. His mother had the habit to choose the worse guys she could find. It was too bad Steven wouldn't be there for much longer, the thing between them had been going on for six weeks by now. Steven seemed to be a decent guy. In fact, the most decent guy his mother had brought home.

"How was your morning so far?", Steven asked. He always asked when they met.

"Not so good," Warren admitted, frowning slightly.

Steven just wanted to say something when Sarah Peace called: "Honey, your shirt's ready!"

Sighing, he got up and walked into the bathroom where his mother had been washing his shirt. Without a word he snatched the wet shirt out of her hands and pulled it over his head. Then he let the heat he usually just felt in his hands spread through his whole body, drying the shirt instantly. Then he pulled some pants on.

Glancing at his watch he let out a cry. "Shit!" It was 8:04, the bus was gone. It waited for nobody, as Ron Wilson, bus driver, always told everyone. Principal Powers would kick him out of Sky High if he was going to be late. Again.

"Mom, you have to drive me to school," he demanded.

"I can't," she replied, a frown on her features. "I have to go to work."

"You don't work," Warren reminded his mother.

"Well, I do. I have to go shopping with Maggie."

"Shopping with your best friend isn't considered working, mother," he said, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

"Doesn't matter. I can't drive you to school today. Maggie needs me," she said in her singing voice.

He groaned at that. When his mother said Maggie needed her it could only mean one thing. The big head, how he called his Mad Science teacher, broke up with her again. Knowing every detail about your teacher's love life was really gross and his mother obviously felt the need to update him every day. One day she had even told him that Maggie and Mr. Madulla had such a "great" --- her words, not his --- reconciliation sex. Warren almost had to puke at that and hadn't been able to look into his teacher's eyes, let alone talking to him, for almost two months.

"Fine," he huffed, remembering that he was in a conversation, or rather an argument, with his mother. "Then I'll just stay at home again because of you."

Reading a magazine and probably not really listening to him she "mhm"ed.

His anger rose. At this very moment he hated his own mother. She was selfish, careless and obviously heartless, too!

"Sweety, don't burn the bathroom," she scolded him, pointing at his hands. "Again."

Warren looked down to see his clenched fists burning. Concentrating on showing the heat back into his skin, he calmed down and sighed.

"Mom, could you please drive me to school today? Please, I'm begging!"

"I told you I can't, sweetheart," his mother replied calmly. "You have to find a way to get to school yourself.W

Just as he felt the heat breaking through his skin he heard a knock. Turning around he saw his best friend Will Stronghold leaning against the wall, a wide grin on his face.

"Hey, buddy. Need a ride to school?", Will asked and then turned to Warren's mother. "Good morning, Mrs Peace. How are you?"

"I'm fine, thanks," she replied, a smile spreading across her face. She really liked Will because he was a "charming boy", as she always told Warren.

Rolling his eyes he left the bathroom and dragged Will with him, who waved at his mother.

"Do you really have to smarm up to her all the time?", he asked his friend, kind of annoyed.

"I'm not smarming up to her, I'm just a nice person, Warren," he replied, being just as cheerful as his mother had been.

"Yeah, right," he uttered sarcastically but decided to let the subject drop. He didn't want to argue with Will. "How are we going to get to school?"

"Flying, duh!", Will said and waited for Warren to get his bag and leather jacket. Then they got out the house.

"What the-", Warren gasped. There was a brand new car standing in the driveway. It was glossy black with red stripes on the hood. "Is this your car?"

"Nope, it's not," his friend grinned. "It's yours. Your Mom bought it for you. It's a Chevrolet Camaro with 275 horsepower and-"

He cut him off, his jaw hanging slack in amazement and jumped into the car. "I know everything about that car. You don't need to tell me."

"But there's one thing I have to tell you." Warren raised his eyebrow, trying to figure out what Will, who was still standing outside, was talking about.

"What?", he asked impatiently after his friend didn't respond.

"It's flying." Will grinned hugely.

"Seriously? OH GOD! This is amazing!", he shouted, a grin spreading across his face. Will just nodded, opened the passenger's door and climbed into the car.

"See that button?", Will asked, pointing at a red button on the steering wheel. "That's the flight button. And this blue button is the one to fold down the sign at the end of the bridge."

Eager to drive his car for the first time, Warren turned the key and the car purred to life. It was really quiet, but he knew it was supposed to be kinda loud, just for the show, of course. He also knew that his mother had told the mechanic to make it more quiet, she didn't like loud noises.

Pulling out of the driveway he turned on the radio and searched for his favorite channel. It only played Rock and Heavy Metal. The song playing now was "Amaranth" by Nightwish, one of Warren's favorite songs. He quietly sang along to it, something he just did when he was alone or with Will and Will's girlfriend Layla. His other friends would probably laugh at him, especially Magenta. And everyone knew, that whatever Magenta did, Zach echoed. Then there was Popsicle, or Ethan, who felt pretty cool since the fight at the end of his freshman year, he would laugh, too. It wasn't like Warren would care about what they said, of course he didn't, but he didn't want to argue with them all the time, so he just didn't sing in front of them. At least that was what he told himself all the time. He sighed quietly, hoping Will wouldn't hear it. Of course he did.

"What's wrong?", he asked, frowning in concern.

Warren snorted and didn't answer his question.

"Come on, you know you can tell me everything," he urged. "What's wrong?"

"Don't want to talk about it," he grumbled and looked away.

"It's still about Katie, isn't it?", Will guessed. Warren nodded in response, the corner of his mouths pulling down, his eyes saddening and his lips trembling. He hated, no he loathed, feeling like that --- Feeling so sad. Now that he thought about it, his reaction when he got the car had been quite surprising. Usually he wasn't that...enthusiastic. And he did feel kind of strange, as if something was going to change soon. He didn't know what was going to change. Something major, of that he was sure. But other than that, he was clueless. He shrugged the strange feeling off, trying to concentrate on the street. He hadn't been paying attention before, but now he saw that he was just about 30 feet away from the sign at the end of the bridge.

"Shit!" he roared and punched his fist into the steering wheel onto the blue button. Just in time the sign folded down. But he hadn't had time to press the red button, the one for flying. The car raced over the edge and fell, Warren and Will sitting in it, the both of them frozen in shock. After a few seconds Will broke out of his stupor, flung himself over Warren and shoved the red button into the steering wheel. The downfall stopped abruptly and knocked them into the ceiling**. Gasping for air they both fell back into their seats.

"Damn, that was close," Will gasped, rubbing his throbbing head.

Warren nodded, concentrating on flying the car. After what seemed like seconds he saw the flying building of Sky High. He flew towards it and carefully landed on a parking spot.

"Hey, um...I was wondering," his friend began.

"Yeah?" Warren raised his eyebrow, wondering about what Will wanted.

"Uh...Could you give Layla and me a ride to school everyday?", he blurted out, obviously scared, even though Warren couldn't understand why. He hadn't lost his temper with his friends in a while now and asking for a ride certainly wasn't something he would lose his temper for.

"Sure," he replied, his eyebrow still raised. "What was all the stammering for?"

Will's face reddened before he mumbled something Warren couldn't understand.

"Excuse me?"

"Ugh, I dunno. I guess I was just scared that you would freak out like you did last week when I asked for the juice. Do you remember it?"

"Yeah, I do," he responded, sounding slightly bored. His friends caught that tone and let the subject drop. That was why Warren liked Will. He knew when to stop talking about a subject. And that was exactly why he didn't like Layla that much, because she didn't know. Of course Warren knew that she always tried to be nice to everybody, but she sometimes was going on his nerves. But she had also done one thing for which he was very grateful. She had talked to him, comforted him when Katie had left him. Will had felt strange to do that, so he had send Layla and she had been a really good friend to Warren. That was why he still liked her a lot and counted her to his best friends.

"Hey, honey!", an annoying, high-pitched voice squealed. Mary. He grimaced and tried to ignore her. It didn't work.

"How was your day, sweetheart?", she kept squealing and hugged him tightly but he pushed her away roughly. Of course it didn't work, like always. Usually he just endured it --- Will had talked him into that. "Oh come on, she has a crush on you. Take the opinion," he had said. And stupid Warren had believed him. ---but now it was too much for him to bear.

"Let go off me," he growled. "And stop giving me those fucking nicknames. I'm not your honey and I'm not your sweetheart. My name's Warren and I want you to fucking leave me alone. Got it, bitch?"

Mary's eyes widened in shock and her lip quivered. "But honey," she gasped. "I'm your girlfriend! I'm supposed to give you nicknames and be with you!"

"You're not my girlfriend, you fucking whore!" he roared, finally losing his temper and his fists burning with rage.

She whimpered, a terrified expression on her face, and ran away in her 5 inches high heels, twisting her ankle a few times.

"Dude, calm down!", Will yelled. Suddenly Warren realized that he had created a ring of fire around him, so powerful that he immediately felt exhausted. With a loud crack he shoved the fire back into his fists, leaving only a black ring of ashes around him. Then he felt someone tugging at his shirt. It was Will.

"Come on, let's go before a teacher comes," he whispered intently. "C'mon!"

Walking into the school, Will started to babble about things Warren wasn't interested in, like homework, teachers and his relationship to Layla.

"Hey, there's going to be a new student here by next week," he babbled on, not noticing that Warren wasn't paying any attention. "She's supposed to be Principal Powers' niece. Her name's Selena or something like that. Maybe Serena. I'm not sure."

The name caught his attention. "Wait, did you say her name's Serena Powers?", he demanded, creasing his forehead. Something stirred inside his chest at the name. He felt like he was supposed to know it, as if it was supposed to recall a memory. He scratched his chest because it started itching, right at the point where it had stirred before. His eyebrows pulled together as he tried to figure out what was happening. It was weird, he had never felt like that before. That couldn't be normal, right?

"Warren!", his friend shouted and snapped his finger in front of his face. "Look, I really don't want to burst your little bubble of pink and fluffy daydreams, but we really have to go now. We're going to be late if we don't hurry."

Warren nodded and hurried after his friend. The bell rang as the both of them slid into the classroom.

"Mr. Peace, Mr. Stronghold, you're late," Mrs. Banson, their Math teacher*** said sternly. "Detention. Thirty minutes. Today."

"What?", Warren whined. "We arrived just in time!"

"One hour for you, Mr. Peace. And if you don't sit down right now, I'll add another hour," she threatened, glowering at him.

"Fine," he huffed and stalked to his seat, dumping his bag angrily. "This bitch sucks," he murmured under his breath.

"Two hours, Mr. Peace!" Awesome! He hadn't thought about her power--- super sensitive hearing.

The class was pretty boring and Warren didn't pay any attention, his thoughts drifting back to his car, lightening his mood in an instant.

"Class, I have an announcement to make," Mrs. Banson called and clapped her hands, making him look up. "We're going to write a test in two days and it's going to be very important, so you better study hard."

The whole class groaned, except for one girl he hadn't noticed before. Her hair had a strange, shiny black color with two turquoise strokes. She glanced around sheepishly until her eyes locked with his. There it was again --- the stirring and itching. But this time it was accompanied by a spasm of electricity through his whole body. He jumped, startled and blamed the girl. Recognizing the glare he send her, she blushed and turned away. What the hell had that been? He stared at the girl for the rest of the hour and she looked twice, too. Every time they're glances met, the spasm of electricity appeared again and she earned another glare, which made her look away every time. He still wondered what that was about, but didn't come up with an answer.

The bell interrupted his musing and he jumped up and stormed out of the classroom, not waiting for Will. In fact, he had forgotten about him by now.

Walking to his locker he pulled out his mp3 player, turned the volume on 100% and pressed play. A heavy metal song blasted through the earphones, numbing his thoughts instantly.

He opened his locker and violently shoved the stuff he didn't need into it. Suddenly he heard someone clear his throat. Or in that case, her throat. The electricity jolted through his body again and he spun around to face the girl.

"What?", he spat angrily.

The girl seemed to have gained her self-confidence back, because she straightened up to her full height, being almost as tall as Warren was.

"What the hell is your problem?", she demanded confidently.

"What my problem is? You are my problem," he shot back. His temper started to rise and he slowly felt the heat spread.

The girl snorted. "You're a freak," she stated before she walked away. That did it. The fire broke through his clenched fists, leaving them burning furiously.

"Say that again," he sneered, making the girl turn around. As she saw him shooting the fire at her she reacted quickly. Within a fraction of a second her fists shot forward and something like a force field made him fall to the ground and crash against a wall. His eyes widened --- that was the first time he had been defeated by a girl. Then he felt something flow down the back of his head. He reached to touch it and saw it was blood. Looking down, he saw it was a lot of blood. There was a sharp pain at the back of his head and he started to feel dizzy, dark spots covering his sight.

"Help!", Warren heard someone scream before darkness engulfed him.


A constant beeping. That was what he heard first. It annoyed him and he didn't know where he was. Not wanting to open his eyes he listened intently. There was someone shuffling around and that someone clearly wasn't his mother. So being at home was out. Then he felt something being plugged to his arms, a needle, obviously. He groaned as he recognized where he was. In a hospital. Warren slowly opened his eyes and saw a nurse cleaning up the room.

"What am I doing here?", he tried to ask but the words wouldn't come properly and talking hurt a lot. He touched his mouth and felt a tube coming out of his throat. Well, that would explain why he couldn't talk. Just as he wanted to pull the tube out, a soft hand touched and gently pulled his back. He looked up to see turquoise eyes staring down at him.

Woah, that certainly wasn't what I expected from their first meeting. But I kinda like it, though. It shows that both of them have quite a temper.

Please review. :)

**I'm pretty sure ceiling isn't the right word and if you know the right one, PLEASE tell me. I want my story to be as perfect as possible.

***Yeah, they have stuff like Math, English and History, too, in case they don't want to be a super hero after they graduate.