Summary: Warren only agreed to go to homecoming to make Will jealous, but what happens when emotions are added into the equation?

We stood there kissing for what seemed like forever before I finally pulled away. This time, he was the one left in shock.

"There. We're even." I declared, though my voice was barely a whisper. Warren just stared at me, still not removing his hands from my waist.

I pulled away, ignoring the stray stares as I walked into the building. I wasn't surprised to find Magenta chasing after me. I had never, I mean never, done anything so ballsy in my life.

"You just kissed the most intimidating, badass guy in this school, and left him speechless. Layla Williams, you are a goddess." Magenta grinned, pretending to bow down. I laughed at her excitement as I opened my locker. The honeysuckle inside perked up immediately, reflecting my confidence.

This lasted for about four seconds, until I caught a glimpse of Will heading in my direction.

Oh crap.

"Layla, please tell me you didn't kiss Warren Peace." Will looked like I had stabbed him in the back, which further fueled my residual anger from the party.

"What can I say? He's a good kisser." I shrugged, closing my locker and walking away from him with Magenta in tow.

"Layla, the guy hates me. I thought you were my friend!" Will yelled after me, and I resisted the urge to smack him.

"And I thought you were mine." I yelled, not looking back as I continued to walk away. I made it to my next class, ignoring people's stares and whispers and focusing on Magenta's conversation about homecoming.

As per usual, class was centered on the best way to support a hero. It only proved why the entire hero-sidekick dichotomy was awful, which is exactly why I rarely ever used my powers as a weapon unless absolutely necessary. I glanced up at the clock, wanting to be anywhere but here.

I couldn't help but feel relieved when the bell rang. I began walking to my locker, only to see Warren Peace leaning against it, waiting for me.

"Hey hothead." I greeted, pulling open my locker.

"What the hell was that this morning?" His tone was calm, despite the harsh words.

"You were taking too long to make a move." I shrugged, grinning as I caught sight of his exasperated expression. This was just too much fun.

"Hippie, I'm not the dating type." I couldn't help but laugh at that.

"Is that why you kissed me?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips as I waited. Warren scowled, yet didn't say anything in response. Underneath all of his leather and tattoos, he was truly just a big softie.

"I'm not like Stronghold. I'm no hero, Layla." Warren pushed me against the adjacent lockers, effectively caging me in his arms as he spoke.

"Well, it's a good thing I'm not a hero either. I'm just a sidekick." I quipped, eliciting a brief chuckle from Warren as he rested his head on my shoulder in defeat. "I like you Warren Peace, and, as much as you pretend to hate it, there is nothing you can do about it." I brought my arms up around his neck, kissing his cheek before pulling away.

"Hippie, get to class." Warren responded with a sigh, nudging me as the bell rang signaling our next period. I closed my locker, rolling my eyes at him as he backed away and headed to his own class. That was probably the closest I would get to Warren confessing his feelings for me.

By the time the school day was over, all anyone was talking about was Warren and I. The entirety of my last class was other students just staring at me and wondering if I was mentally sound. It was only made worse when Warren was waiting for me in front of the school with his bike.

"Get on." He ordered, gently placing his helmet on my head when I was next to him.

"Wait, this thing can fly?" My voice was nothing but a mumble under the heavy helmet.

"Yes, this thing can fly. Get on, you'll be fine." Warren ordered again, not hiding his amusement at my hesitance.

"Please try not to kill me." I pleaded, eliciting a laugh from Warren before climbing on behind him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and before I could react he revved the engine and started driving towards the edge of the school. I couldn't help but shriek and clench my eyes closed as we plummeted.

"Hippie, open your eyes."

I slowly inched open my eyes, the view of the clouds making me laugh. Flying on a motorcycle was an entirely different experience. My fear slowly melted away as we started to approach the ground. Warren landed softly before driving. It wasn't long before pulled into the driveway of my house.

"Come on." I pulled him off of the bike as I got up. He pulled his helmet off of my head before following me inside. The flowers in the foyer brightened as I entered. "My mom works pretty much all day, so I'm alone most of the time." I explained, kicking off my shoes and taking off my backpack as I plopped down on the sofa.

"What about your dad?" Warren asked as he sat down beside me.

"They're divorced. I don't really see him that often." I kept my answer short, not wanting to delve into my many issues with my father. "Anyways, I'm curious. Why did you kiss me the other night?"

"You tried to hit me." I couldn't help but laugh at that. "There aren't many who'd try and hit a guy who can set them on fire." Warren explained.

"So, you're saying you kissed me because I'm seemingly homicidal?" I teased, laughing even harder when he glared.

"No, I kissed you because you just went for it, even though you're about as threatening as a butterfly. And since we're asking questions, why did you show up at the Paper Lantern that night?"

"Honestly, I couldn't stop thinking about you, and after my whole confrontation with Gwen I just wanted to see you." I confessed, though I couldn't help but feel oddly embarrassed.

"You really are an enigma, hippie." Warren chuckled, pulling me with him as he laid down on the sofa. His arm wrapped around my waist as I rested my head on his shoulder. Our bodies seemed to fit together perfectly.

It didn't take long before both of us started to doze off.