Warren Peace sat quietly at his lunch table reading Sacrament by Clive Barker. The book was annoying him, he had quit paying attention to it at least four chapters ago, at least. He had thought about incinerating the piece o' crap book numerous times but stopped himself each time by telling himself that maybe it'll get better, but so far it hadn't.

He set a flame under the book. It had almost caught when he was cut short by the sound of a tray on the table. He looked up to see a girl, probably a freshman sit down across from him. She had long black hair parted in the middle. Her bangs were snow-white and fell to her shoulders. She had the palest skin he had ever seen.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He asked her in a very snarky tone.

She looked up at him, her black-lined emerald eyes looked deep into his dark eyes. "Sitting here, What's it to you?" she answered through her black lips.

Warren thought about putting her in her place but then he realized she was a woman and he would never hurt a woman, unlike some people he knew. "No one sits here," he started, "But me." Warren wasn't used to having someone else at his table, and now that someone was, he didn't know how to deal with it. Nor did he know how to fix it and he wished he had.

"I had nowhere else to sit." she picked at her lip.

Warren sighed, "Go ahead, sit here if you want." He really didn't care anymore. He knew there was nothing he could do, after all, he couldn't make her leave.

: FoUr MiNuTeS lAtEr :

"I'm new here, this is my first day." she spoke in a shaky voice.

Warren just nodded and went back to thinking of new ways to kill Stronghold. If he knew one thing about this girl sitting with him, it was that she really didn't talk that much. But when she did, her voice was always unsure and shaky. He watched as she lifted her tray and put one hand underneath it, "It's cold." she snapped and a flame ignited above her thumb, heating her food.

She put the tray down and took a bite of her now-warm food.

"What'd you say your name was?" Warren asked slowly. He couldn't really believe there was another pyro in this messed up school.

"Rochelle Bentley." she replied. "Why do you wanna know?"

Warren held out a fisted hand, he opened it, palm up and watched as flames took hold of his hand. "Warren Peace." he shut his hand and the flames died out.

Rochelle smiled.

Okay peoples, R&R please.