Disclaimer- I do not own Sky high, never will. This only for fun, not profit.

A/N welcome to Chapter four. I hope you enjoy this chapter, sorry it's late. I just got a little trapped with trying to set up how they'd come to any sort of arrangement. Hopefully you'll like this.

Chapter Four- Name your Price

It was never enough. I never got the love, recognition, or pride I wanted. I told myself that I got over that, that his love was not necessary, that all I needed was to show him I was worthy of him. So I began functioning under the opinion that I was a Frost, and Frosts had a certain code of conduct when it came to life and mine was to be the perfect daughter. To find the social connections that would benefit the family, to always support my brother, to never bring attention to myself, or out shine my brother.

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I glared out at the quad, the bit of grassy shit they called the campus of our glorious floating school. Honestly, the fact that no one noticed a floating school confused the shit out of me, but whatever. I waved passively to the cheerleader girl, some senior whose name I never bothered to remember.

"Hey Lizzie, how's it going?"

I glanced up and saw Gabbie, my… friend I guess. "Hello Gabbie, I'm great, couldn't wait to get back to this hell hole."

She snorted, "yeah tell me about it. But what can you do."

I nodded, waving to a few other people who greeted me. Then I felt two hands cover my eyes.

"Guess who?"

I frowned, hating this immature game of his, but played regardless.

"I don't know… Johnny?"

"Who the hell is Johnny? It's me babe! The Cole-ster."

I grimaced, before putting on a fake smile, "of course it is love. I missed you."

The blond boy stepped in front of me, his blue eyes calculating and the cocky grin on his face pissing me off, but I just kept smiling. After all, he was 'perfect' for me. All I had to sacrifice was a few drunken fucks, like the one at the party over break, and some fake smiles and compliments. Otherwise he left me alone and I left him alone, both of us aware of what our parents expected and willing to play along.

"Man this year is gonna be off the chain." He said, sounding like the idiot he is.

"oh wow, yeah totally. Couldn't agree more." I said, trying to keep the sarcasm out of my voice.

"you are so right Cole, I mean I was just tell Lizzie here that we are like going to have such an awesome time this year." Said Gabbie, twirling a piece of her hair around her manicured finger.

I gave her an incredulous look, as if to say, "seriously?" She grinned and winked back.

"Later babes, I got to split. I'll check you at lunch? A'ight." He then grabbed my head and proceeded to crush my lips beneath his cherry flavored ones, his tongue invading my mouth. It was over just as abruptly and before I could even think 'mouth rape' he was gone.

Honestly, cherry chap stick? How pathetic could one guy be? Not to even begin to mention his language, attitude, and general presence. I took a deep breath, reminding myself to calm down, and remember why I put up with him. Ultimately, he was an imbecile. So long as I played Martha Brady to his Fred Flintstone he was happy, and our parents were happy. Meaning one day we'd marry, and him being the idiot he is, I'd have control of our estate, money, est. I'd have the power and the freedom be out from under my father. And just so long as Cole was discreet, he could do whatever he damn well pleased.

It was the plan at least. His parent s wouldn't let him near his inheritance until he proved himself mature enough to handle it, and apparently marrying me would do the trick. We'd both get what we wanted.

I glanced over at Gabbie, raising and eyebrow.

"What? We are like, so totally going to have a great time, now let's go you grumpy bitch."

She then exaggerated a hair flip and cat walked to the front doors of the school; I followed a few steps behind her, unable to not laugh.

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A month had passed and classes were no better than they'd been last year. Honestly, why did I need to take mad science anyways? Why should I learn how to make a freeze ray when I can just freeze the shit with a thought?

Mr. Madula was going on and on about the mechanic structure of some high tech something, I honestly have no clue what. I glanced up from the doodles I'd been drawling in my notebook to see at least half the class in similar states of disinterest. Gabbie was filling her nails, some were tossing notes back and forth, hell even the nerds of the class were reading instead of listening. I heard a faint sound behind me and turned to see Warren Peace, resident trouble child, knocked out on top of his text book.

He looked so stupid, his mouth half open and lopsided, what I swear where snores coming from his mouth and what looked remarkably like drool pooling on his book.

Disgusted I turned back to the front, but not before I saw Aaron Michaels leaning towards Warren's desk. Oh no.

"AAARRRGGG!"

Everyone in the class but me jumped at the loud scream of Peace, as he leapt up and began pulling at his shirt where it looked like someone had dumped an entire bucket of water. After a moment everyone began laughing, Madula yelling for silence and failing to get it.

I chuckled lightly, looking at Peace and meeting his death glare with a smirk of my own.

"You alright there Hothead? You're looking a little wet," I gestured to the side of my mouth, his hand going to his own mouth and feeling the drool there. His face turned an interesting shade of red and I was waiting for what he'd do next when the bell rang, releasing us from hell.

He was one of the first out of the door, waves of heat rising off of him. I smirked, gathering my bags and heading towards Hero Ethics, my second period class.

"One moment please Ms. Frost."

I turned to see Mr. Madula standing by his desk, waiting for me.

I waited until everyone else had left the room before going over, "Yes sir?"

"I must say, you must be very confident in your ability to pass this class if you have the free time to come up with petty pranks to play during lectures."

I suppose I did have the shame to look embarrassed, but honestly, it's not like I was the only one bored shitless in this class.

"I wanted to give you this," He handed me a packet. "I know I said I'd give back tests tomorrow, but I felt that work like this should not be made to wait."

I looked down, my heart dropping to my stomach, "This can't be right."

"Oh it is Ms. Frost. Maybe if you spent as many brain cells on your studying as you do your goofing around, the results would be better."

"No," I said, the bright red F glaring up at me. "You don't understand, I can't have an F, my father will kill me."

"You should have thought about that when you and Ms. Mitchell were passing notes just last week."

"Please sir, isn't there anything that I can do?" I was going to die, end of story. Daughter of Ice Man, found frozen in local lake, Father confesses it was because she was an embarrassment to his name; society accepts this as an expectable reason and drop all charges.

I looked up, realizing Mr. Madula had been speaking, "I'm sorry, what?"

He sighed, "Ms. Frost I'd be willing to drop this test grade if I see real improvement for the rest of the school year. No more goofing around in class and nothing short of B+ work turned in to me. Understood? I'd also consider getting yourself a tutor if I were you."

I nodded, "Yes sir, thank you, I'll do just that." I paused, "um… but who would I get to tutor me?" honestly, I knew maybe a hand full of students at this school, none of which would make good tutors.

"Well, there's Gwen Grayson, she's already well into college level Mad Science as my student assistant."

I shook my head; no way would the queen bee keep her mouth shut about me needing tutoring. I needed someone who would have no reason to talk, someone not popular, not too unpopular they'd use this as a crutch to gain notoriety.

"Richard Parr." Can't keep anything a secret, whole school knew his best friend had cheated on his girlfriend before the friend had even told two people. That didn't end well.

"Liam Colwell" too cool for school, he'd never willingly help me, or keep it a secret.

The next four names were like this until, "And of course there's Warren Peace. Top grades in this class."

I blinked at him, did he just say… no way. "Are you sure?"

He looked at me funny, "of course I am Ms. Frost, now I do believe you need to hurry on to your next class, you'll be late."

"Right," I said, straightening my backpack after shoving the test into it, "thank you Mr. Madula, have a great day."

I walked down hall on auto pilot; I made it just in time for Ethics and continued to just sit there the whole period. Literature wasn't much better, we were reading Macbeth and the words just seemed to jumble up and become blurs.

What was I going to do? I needed a tutor, but the only ones recommended would never work. I glanced at the table off nerds in the cafeteria; they would melt to goo if I even gave them the time of day. I looked at the hipster table, they'd never dream of helping me, being too above it. And gods forbid I ask anyone from my own table, they'd use it against me in a heartbeat.

Despite the general opinion that popular kids are meant to be vapid and dumb, almost all of us are A and B students. Students who use intelligence and popularity to its fullest potential and find anyone not willing to do the same too dumb for association. The vapid part is still true though.

If they found out I needed help to understand something as trivial as tenth grade Mad Science, it'd be over for me.

It wasn't until I'd sat down and silently stared in his direction for at least five minutes that it hit me. Sitting alone at 'his' table was Warren Peace, his nose in some book. This was crazy, but also kind of perfect. Who was he going to tell? As far as I could tell he never even spoke to anybody, just grunted and glared. And even if he did, who would believe the son of a villain?

My mind made up, I began plotting my move. I'd have to act soon if I want to be successful in bringing up my grade, but I also couldn't be seen talking to him. Not to mention he'd probably take some time to convince. That's it; Save the Citizen was today in seventh period. I'd find a way to be one his team for it, and corner him in the locker room after.

Grinning, I began to dig into my salad. Everything was going to be perfect.

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Everything was NOT perfect.

So far three groups had gone, and none of them had included Peace, he was just sitting on the top bench, reading again.

I was beginning to re-strategize; there was only time for one more battle anyways, when Coach Boomer called Warren's name, I immediately thrust my hand up, preying to be picked. Gabbie gave me a strange look, I never volunteered for this class.

"You there, Freeze Girl, you're up."

"What are you doing?" Gabbie said.

"I just figured I'd get my extra ten points for next week's practical. Running the save the citizen drill counts as extra credit for Power Focus you know. Ms. Lance told us that yesterday."

"No shit?" she looked put out. "I wish I'd known that sooner."

"Next time," I said, making my way down to the locker room to change into the protective pads.

Warren was already there, changing into the red pads of our team.

I clutched my hands and took a breath, it was now or never.

"So Warren, I was wondering. If maybe you and I could…"

"I'm sorry," he said, turning to me. "I must be hallucinating, because I could've sworn you were just talking to me."

"Well I was about to..."

"But that's just crazy, right? Because we both know there is absolutely nothing a spoiled brat like you could say to me that I'd be even slightly interested in hearing."

I glared at him, "look here you over-grown monkey, I have something…"

"Listen up Barbie," he turned to the entrance to the gym, "maybe if we win this thing I'd consider giving you the time of day. But for now, just stay out of my way." Then he strode out of the room leaving me to silently fume.

Could he be more of a bastard? Fine, if he wanted to win, we'd win. I shoved on my pads and stormed out into the gym. The citizen was set up over the metal grate, Coach Boomer was sitting on his lifeguard chair and the whole school was watching. I stomped up to Warren's side, oddly disappointed to see he was ignoring me.

Across the wooden floor were Michelle Loral and Terry Anderson. Terry could control the wind and Michelle could… actually I couldn't remember what she could do, something with light maybe?

We stood off against them; me and Michelle, he and Terry.

"Cyclone, hero or villain?" yelled Boomer.

"Hero," Terry called, flashing Warren a nasty smirk that had even me feeling the insult.

"Alright, on my count; Three…two…one!"

And we were off, running full speed towards the mannequin. Quickly I came right in front of Michelle, skidding to a stop. She glared at me, "Well isn't this just great. I get to have my revenge."

I'm not sure if it was the confused look on my face or the fact that I said I honestly didn't remember what she was talking about, but one of the two really pissed her off. Honestly, how on earth was I supposed to remember something as trivial as that? It's not like it had been MY hair that had been frozen and broken off in the midst of battle.

"How could you forget you twig bitch!" she yelled, getting red in the face. She should really watch that temper.

I quickly iced up my entire body until I had a shield of ice around me when I noticed her start to glow. She glared and launched a blast of purple light at me, hitting my shoulder and knocking me down. I gasped in pain as I looked down and saw pale pink skin smoking where she'd hit me, the ice melted. I barely had time to drop to the ground when she launched another blast.

I rolled to my knees and sent a shower of icicles at her. She dodged and sent more blast to me. I dove behind a metal mail box. I couldn't keep this up! My ice wasn't even fazing her with those lasers. I glanced over at Warren, seeing him lit up in flames, but he was also trapped in a cyclone, the flames on his skin flickering pathetically as he clutched at his throat.

It took me a moment, but I realized the issue, too much wind and suction, not enough oxygen for flame.

"Warren!" I yelled, he jerked his head in my direction. "Let's switch, on my count!"

He nodded, getting back up on two feet.

"One, two, three!" we ran to the center and slid into our new positions. I immediately felt an edge, I'm not sure ever Terry knew how much water he had in his cyclones. Grinning I put my hands out and froze the whole thing in seconds, all the way up to his hands where the wind tunnel originated. (think horizontal tornado)

Terry wavered for a moment, before comically falling forward due to the weight attached to his wrists. Right after he fell, I rushed forward and encased him in an ice shell attached to the floor.

I looked up the see Michelle being forced to retreat as Warren sent fire ball after fire ball at her. I stood up straight as the scoreboard counted down.

7...6…5…4…3…2…1!

BEEP

It was over and we'd won. I was so happy I almost jumped up and down, but then I noticed that
Warren had already left the gym floor. Frustrated I practically ran to the locker room, pulling at my pads as I went.

He was about to leave the room when I yelled out, "Hey, what the hell?"

He turned and raised an eyebrow at me.

"You said you'd listen to me if we won. Don't tell me you can't keep your word."

"Don't you dare tell me about my word princess," he stalked up to me, trying to intimidate me with his size. It worked, but don't tell him that.

I stood my ground, trying to calm my racing heart. "Well if you're not even going to listen to my simple proposal, I have to assume your word is shit."

"And what proposal would that be?"

I glanced up at him, putting a hand on his chest to push him back some, bad idea. Was it even legal to have a chest that felt that good? I looked at him coolly, mentally applauding my ability to act unaffected.

"I need a tutor or Mad Science and your name came up…"

"No."

"Aren't you even going to hear me out?"

"Don't really feel like listening to your little sob story excuse for bad grades, so no." he then turned around and headed to the door to the boys showers.

"Please? I can pay you." I practically yelled, desperate.

He turned slowly, an inquisitive look on his face. "How much?"

"Twenty dollars a session?"

He turned to leave.

"Thirty?"

He smirked, "You can do better than that."

I sighed, "How much?"

"A hundred."

"Fifty."

"Seventy-five."

"Deal."

"Deal."

He grinned again, walking towards me again. "it's a deal then, seventy-five dollars for each study session."

I glared at him, "and they had better be legitimate, a hour each and if I don't feel like you're really trying to help me deals off."

"Fine by me," he grinned, apparently getting closer.

"And don't you dare tell anyone about this, are we clear?"

"Crystal," he said his face very close to mine. "Is this the part where we seal the deal with a kiss?"

"Agghh…" I exclaimed, pushing him back as he chuckled. "Fuck off you pig." I then tried to walk as calmly and surely as I could the girl's locker room, hoping he wouldn't see my blush.

"I'll see you on Monday then popsicle." He called out.

I ran a hand over my face, what had I just gotten myself into?

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A/N so what did you think? I hope you like it.

Question, should I keep doing the back and forth of point's of view between her and Warren or just stick to her? Opinions? Thoughts? I would be happy to address any questions anyone has. Please R&R.