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Honey's Position

As Pyro walked away, Harry glared at Warren who seemed to ignore the fact that Pyro had just walked out looking ready to go BANG again. And it was his fault… all bloody Warren's fault.

I knew for a fact that the rest of the school would completely disown her, and treat her like some kind of alien or something because she flared up so entirely.

I blamed Warren Peace for it entirely.

"Honey, sweetie," said Harry, his voice filled with calm that washed through my body, dulling my anger.

He was using his empath power on me. I smiled softly, very glad that he was. My dark glasses were the only thing keeping the rays from pouring from my eyes, if I got too mad, I'd even blast them.

"Yes?" I asked, looking at him.

"You do know that Warren's just gone after Pyro?"

"WHAT!" I jumped about a foot in the air and jumped to my feet, "when?!"

"When I was trying to tell you that you're hair's gone purple to try to get a reaction out of you." He sighed and shook his head. "Stop worrying so much," he cracked a smile slightly, "Pyro can handle herself. She can deal with any crap the rest of the school would give her."

I gazed at the table. "I know… but I don't think I could." I sighed. "I'm not very good at dealing with that sort of thing…"

He reached out and touched my arm softly. I stood up slowly.

"I'll go make sure Pyro hasn't blasted Warren yet or something."

"Good idea," he agreed, picking up his little MP3, "I'll just be relaxing here getting bored, missing my two lovely girlies-"

"Harry," I started sweetly.

"Yes, Honey dear, I am shutting up as of now."

I patted his, and walked out trying hard not to listen to what they were saying about my friend. About the new girl.

I remember her coming to the school and already been seen as a bit of a freak because she said what she thought, and didn't mind about showing off her powers. She insulted everyone, even teachers.

Ok, so she was antisocial. A bit of a trouble maker. Uh… a lot of a trouble maker. Overly opinionated and easily made angry… okok- so she was the definition of trouble and danger. That wasn't her fault! That's who she is! It's how she reacts, and if these complete assholes in the school can't take it, I don't blame her if she would want to burn them out of existence.

As I wandered towards the front of the school, I remembered my first impression of the girl.

Pissed off, irritated and going to cause so much trouble for the school. I immediately found myself liking her coz of it. I'm a quiet, but I don't like where I am to have nothing happening.

I love the action, I love the danger. I guess that's why I got on with her so well. Where ever we went together, something seems to happen! And to be honest… it's awesome!

"Hey! Ferris," yelled an all too familiar voice.

I stopped, but I didn't turn round. I don't like confrontations.

"Ferris, look at me will you." For some reason Lash sounded more reasonable than usual. Still cocky as ever, and patronising. But more reasonable.

I looked at him. He was on his owe. My mouth dropped open, but I shut it quickly as he started chuckled at me.

"What's with Sanderson, Ferris?" he asked calmly, walking towards me casually, then leaned against the wall as I just looked at him, "I keep hearing rumours that she turned into a mass of water and fire yesterday, and almost burnt down the school. What happened?"

I was dying to say 'like you care', but I didn't dare. He scared me. I'll be the first to admit it, he scared me.

His power may have been having elastic bones and skin and being able to contort his body, but he was dangerous in another way. Persuasive, manipulative, cunning. That was what scared me.

"She got angry," I mumbled, looking away from his face, allowing my quiet side to take over.

"What about?"

"Why?"

"Because I wanna know. I walked her home yesterday, but we didn't-"

"Wait… WHAT?!" I stared at him.

"I… walked… Sanderson… home…" he stated slowly, "but I didn't find out what happened. So I wanna know."

"Not my place," I mumbled, and turned away from him again and tried to walk away from him fast. I felt his hand curl round my upper arm as he stretched out to stop me. He stretched out his leg so he was level with me.

"Why not? You guys are friends right?"

"Your not," I muttered, trying to keep to being a little more unseen.

"How do you know?" he sounded a little angry.

I glanced up at him, and looked away again. "You don't hang out with her. You just talk to her occasionally. You just walked her home last night coz Harry asked you to."

He shrugged. "So? And he didn't ask me to, he wanted someone to make sure she was ok. Big deal."

I was starting to get rather angry.

"Listen, Lash," I said calmly, looking at him, my voice was shaking slightly, "it's not my place, if you guys are friends, maybe she'll tell you. But I won't."

I shook him off me, and stalked away, hoping he wouldn't catch up with me again. He didn't, and I sighed in relief.

'Stupid wannabe villain,' I thought to myself mildly.

As I walked onto the grounds, I spotted Warren and Pyro sitting on the grass together. I stared, and stumbled. They were talking… normally…

It could not have been real…

Warren got up, and made his way towards me and the entrance. He frowned at me looking confused. I didn't know if I should scowl at him or not!

"What?" he asked in that deep goddamn sexy voice of his. He's hot. I like him. Big deal.

Well… it is to me. Coz I act shy around him then. But I act shy round most people I don't know well, so I guess he didn't realise. And no one else did either.

"Nothing," i muttered, trying to stay mad at him for running Pyro's life.

"Look, if it's about yesterday-"

"It's Pyro's fight," I mumbled at his shoes, "not mine. I don't like it, but I won't argue with you because of it."

I looked up at him. His face was relaxed. He hadn't smiled, but he was relaxed. "Cool… thanks Honey."

He patted my shoulder lightly, and walked back into the school again.

I blinked in surprise and stood stock still for a few seconds. Then shook myself again.

'SNAP OUT OF IT FERRIS!' I yelled at myself, 'you can't go jelly when ever the guys bushes your arm or something. Jesus woman…'

I walked towards the drifting Pyro and forced her up to get up to come to school for the day.

She came willingly. Not talking, like I thought she wouldn't. But I didn't mind. Quiet suited me. Much better. She was probably too busy lost in thought. Not surprising. The girl was going to have some serious shite in school for a while. If not- forever!

I squeezed her hand as I thought it, looking at the ground. It was depressing. I wouldn't let anyone back chat my friend.

Though I didn't know what I'd do if I heard them…

I hate being so shy! I hate being so WEAK!