A/N: Hello and welcome to CHAPTER TWO of FROSTBITE. Thanks for all the favs, alerts, reviews and support. Because of you guys I actually wrote this up in like two days. so this chappy is dedicated to: ToraNoKo123, Ice Reader129, Bdbelley, and innocent as far as you know.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but Emma and Pyre. Sorry!

FROSTBITE

CHAPTER TWO

It had been a week since I had given Warren the card to burn. Remy sent back another, normal one, after I told him about the whole Jay issue, but I'm still ignoring the portable pyre. It's going to be really awkward with the whole 'Mr. Anti-social comforted Ms. Perfect' thing that went on. Yes, many people consider me perfect, but I know I'm full of mistakes and the like. Hell, I'm an oops baby! Anyway, Mr. Medulla said that thanks to half of the classes failing grades, we are assigned partners. Since most of my wonderful buddies are actually passing the class, I have a good chance of being with one of them. I absentmindedly chewed on the end of my pen as I drew my X-suit. Yes, I have an X-suit, be jealous. Also, I got my back checked out for free. It'll be fine in a few days, in case you were wondering.

"Mr. Stronghold, you and Miss Williams will be together." Willie and (his future wife) Layla moved to sit next to each other. I didn't pay much attention to Medulla calling out names. I caught that Zac got stuck with Ethan and Majenta was stuck with some bright peppy guy named Arty. I felt so bad for him. As I continued drawing my X-suit, it ended up turning into Ms. Grey from all the pictures I saw of her pre-Stryker. I turned the page and began on drawing my old P.E. teacher, Logan, when I heard someone plop down next to me. I turned as saw Mr. Anti-social himself was sitting next to me and dutifully taking notes like a good little boy.

"Why are you sitting next to me?" I whispered as Medulla went on about the anatomy of a death ray. He said nothing in reply but handed me a note with quick-scribbled handwriting.

We're partners. Weren't you paying attention? I glared at Warren. I do believe he was insulting my intelligence, but then again I'm the one almost failing the class.

Unfortunately no, otherwise I would have requested another partner. I wrote and slid the note over to Warren. I started taking notes over my uncompleted Logan sketch. Warren placed the note between us.

What the hell is wrong with you? I wanted to tell him off, but I simply wrote:

Lots of things.

Elaborate.

No.

Why not?

Because I don't want to, so can it and start taking notes or Medulla will rant at you. His voice is annoying enough, thank you.

True. We both began our notes again. About half an hour later the bell rang. I quickly put all my things in my backpack and walked out of the class and to my locker. I opened it by kicking it, since my lock was broken. Inside were pictures from my life. There were pictures of me and my parents at the hospital (Layla thought I was adorable when I was a baby) and while I was growing up (most of those were me and Will). Some were from Jubilee's enormous scrapbook which were sometimes from class with Professor X, some from last Christmas when we skated in the fountain, and even when we went to Florida for my 16th birthday (Zac wolf whistled when he saw those, Majenta promptly hit him). A small white board was stuck to the door of my locker and on it were homework assignments and what was for dinner that day (Josie's way of torturing us, she refused to let me cook for Steve and Will). I quickly erased meatloaf and added in macaroni and cheese before grabbing my theory of flight paper for Mrs. Saunders-Hall, my Superhero Development teacher. When I closed my locker, who should be there? Warren.

"Stalker much?" I said putting the paper in my backpack. I quickly zipped it up and started walking off to class. Warren didn't leave my side, sadly. "What?"

"When can I come over?" My head whipped over in his direction in a flash (more like the Flash). I must have been giving him my 'I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that, I'm being dense' look, because he actually thought he had to explain himself. "For tutoring."

"I don't need tutoring." I said flatly and increased my speed, but he stayed by my side. Damn him and his speed.

"You're failing the class."

"Then I'll get Will to help me."

"Will's failing the class."

"Then I'll get Layla to help me when she comes over… if they're not macking it up on Willie's bed." I shuddered at the mere thought. "That would be disturbing."

"Why?" Warren now had the 'I'm dense, explain you're vast knowledge to me' face.

"For your information, Willie and I have been friends since we were three years old. Seeing him make out with a girl I've known about since I was around eight is really, REALLY weird." I said.

"No, why ask her when you've got me?" Warren is REALLY dense isn't he?

"You're really dense you know that, right?"

"Why would I be dense?"

"When a guy comforts a girl because her boyfriend's cheating on her, it's supposed to awkward, not annoying, afterward. Especially if that guy is you and that girl is me!" I explained trying to keep my cool. God do I love puns. I pretty much ran to my Superhero Development class and slammed the door in his face. Luckily he didn't have class with me.

Since Superhero Development 401 is for, well, developing your superhero identity, most people get stuck with others with their same powers. There was just one other hydrokinetic with ice powers in our class, I was stuck with Warren's ex, Anastasia Winters. Her mom was Endless Winter all those years ago, but now she's retired. James Winters, her dad, is a professor at Maxville Tech and a normal. Anastasia said she didn't get her powers as early as I did (five, FYI) but she got them just before starting at Sky High. Anyway, Anastasia was already in class waiting for Mrs. Saunders-Hall.

"Hey Em." She greeted casually. Even after hearing about her and Warren's relationship and my uneasiness about hanging out with both of them, I still talked to her. She was texting on her cell when I walked in but she had put it back into her skirt pocket. I still don't see how she could wear skirts all the time.

"Hey Ana. How Ron?" Ron was her current boyfriend. He has six arms. I know, it's weird. She shrugged and went on to scribbling something on her notebook. Obviously they weren't talking. "Oh, not talking?"

"No, he moved to New York. He's trying to get into the X-Academy." Ah, the X-Academy. X-Academy is for mutants and their kids who went to Xavier Institute for Higher Learning, plus any super who has strong powers. Six arms isn't going to get him into the Academy. I voiced this concern to Anastasia, who merely nodded before beginning to rant. "I know, right. You have a better chance in getting in than all of us lowly Sky High seniors. You're parents pretty much set up the current X-men." Oh no, she's going to go all 'All-mighty Emma, you are better then all of us!' on me, isn't she? "I mean, you have already been through all the training and such, and you know all the current X-men. You should be one!"

"Mom and Dad requested an age limit when I was born. I can't get on the team until I'm twenty. No one can." I said. Anastasia nodded again before I heard the door open. Warren was still leaning on a wall outside (probably to scared to try to talk to me with Anastasia in the same room without back-up) but Selena, a witch-like super, popped her head in.

"Ana, Emma." She greeted. We both nodded our heads at the same time in greeting. "Mrs. Hall isn't in today, you have to join the anger management class." Anger management class was a code name for the other elemental Superhero development class. Nearly everyone in there had fire based powers. Goody. We both rolled our eyes and slapped our papers on Mrs. Saunders-Hall's desk and walked out of the class carrying our stuff. Warren decided now was a good time to talk to me.

"What the hell is wrong with you Fridge?" He said. "Just because I talked to you about your ass of an ex doesn't mean you can ignore me." I tried to ignore him, but Anastasia, my hero, intervened.

"Back off War. Maybe she doesn't want to get to close to anyone since she's still a bit sore from the break up."

"Like you were? You were on Six-Arms in a day after we broke up."

"You were the one who couldn't get over it! I broke up with you, remember?" Whoa, wait a second, WHAT? From the small amount of info Warren gave me, I thought HE broke up with her! I had stopped mid-step and listened to them bicker.

"Just leave me alone Anastasia." Warren said sourly, back into Mr. Anti-social mode. "I was trying to talk to Emma, but if this is how she responds, sending her icy hell-bitch after me, then never mind. I'll see you two whenever." Warren went to stalk off. The warning bell had rung somewhere in his little Anti-social mode, so we ran down the hall and got to Mr. Allerdyce's class before we were late.

"What was wrong with Warren? During lunch he was, well…" Will started as we were walking home. He and Layla held hands as they walked while I just walked behind them, pretending to gag when it way to cutesy to handle.

"He was being Warren, nothing to worry about." I sighed. Will nodded in agreement and we all kept quiet until we got to the Stronghold residence. Outside was what I assumed was the motorcycle of one of Steve and Josie's old super-friends. Layla and Will looked a bit pale but I didn't bother. I walked up to the front door, unlocked it with my key, and opened it. "Uncle Steve, Aunt Josie?" I called. We set our bags down on the couch and got out our Mad Science work.

"We're in the kitchen Emma!" Steve called rather seriously. I walked in and immediately saw the evil Warren sitting at the table eating. "Would you like to explain your D minus in Mad Science?" Steve said. His wife was giving me the 'mom look' and Steve was trying to pull of the 'dad glare'.

"I do clearly remember stating that I can't understand Mad Science for the life of me." I said, trying to make up an excuse. "I mean, what's the difference between rays and beams and when is that going to help when you are being attacked by your archenemy? I mean really?" I threw up my hands. "Dad never knew the difference between beams and rays and he's defeated Pyro and his wife numerous times before they changed sides."

"They changed sides?" Steve asked, before Josie hit him. "What? Oh. Emma, you know this is important."

"Yeah, that's why Layla-"

"Warren." Josie intervened. Unfortunately I get confused easily.

"Warren is going to help me… wait. Aw man." I pouted and crossed my arms. "Fine." I glared at Warren and went back out to the living room and proceeded to open my book and skim through it to find something I didn't understand but because of my anger the book began freezing over. When Warren walked out I slammed the book down on the table and got up. "I can't believe you, you'd tell them about something this stupid?!" I wanted so bad to slap him right then and there. "Get out!"

"Emmy-" Will began to say but I was already pelting Warren with ice.

"Get out Warren!" I yelled as he got out the front door. "I'll see you tomorrow!" I slammed the door as he got on his motorcycle and drove off. I huffed and went to my room, leaving my thawing book on the table and a confused gaggle of supers downstairs.

Slamming my door, I sat on my bed and looked at the picture of my parents. It was when I was five and we were having a picnic with Pyro, his wife and their daughter, Pyre. Literally, her name is Pyre. Will was there too, and we three midgets were eating from the same slice of watermelon. We were so cute back then. Pyre's still a close friend, but she had inherited her grandfather's, Magneto, powers (contrary to popular belief) and went off to learn from him when she turned thirteen. We still write to each other though. Which reminds me…

Firepit,

Hey, what's up? Everything's okay here in Cali, but back at the Institute everything's not sunshine and sunflowers. Jay's been cheating on me. Yes, I know that you'll 'OMG' all over that, but don't worry; I'm over him and his big fluffy wings. He can sleep with Jubilee for all I care; actually he can't because I'd care. Anyway there's this 'hunkalious' (your words, not mine) guy named Warren Peace who, I guess you could call my acquaintance, comforted me when I found out. Now he thinks we're all fine and dandy because he shared this little tiny bit of his life with me, when I almost literally cried on his shoulder out of the sting of betrayal! I mean he can be nice, but then today, during school, he got told off by his ex and turned scary cold. Like me-powered-up-in-the-coldest-place-in-the-world cold. And then he tells Steve and Josie about my D minus in Mad Science (where are you when I need you for tutoring!) and since god forbids me from being happy he is also my partner since I'm near failing. Plus he thinks that just because he is super hot, no pun intended, and just plain (insert some synonym for hot here) that he can be all mood-swingy on me! What do I do?

Loves,

Frostbite

After I finished writing Pyre her letter, I put it on my nightstand and wrote myself a note to send it with the mail when I'm good and ready. After getting ready for bed and avoiding every other occupant of the house, I went to bed. I felt that tomorrow would be very hectic.

Long story short, I was right.

For once.