A/N: Thanks for all of the reviews, guys! (: WARNING: Lots and lots of foul language in this chapter! You have been warned.
Warren's alarm clock went off. He slammed his hand down on it, forcing himself off the bed immediately, otherwise he'd turn around and fall back asleep. He trudged into the bathroom, hurried to do his things, had a crappy breakfast cereal and practically tip toed out of the house. He hopped on the motorcycle, let it slide down the driveway before turning it on and driving away quickly.
Layla jumped off the couch at the sound of the loud engine turning on. It took her a second to get to the door and pry it open. She ran down the walkway, tripping with the jacket that fell to the ground. Layla watched as Warren drove off toward school. "What the hell, Warren!?" She shouted after him, running back inside and looking at the time. "Damn it!" She cursed, seeing it was too late for the bus.
Warren parked his bike in it's regular spot, barely leaning it decently on it's stand before dashing away. The students were just getting off the bus. He hid behind the door, waiting for them to unload. He moved his leg anxiously until; Bingo.
"Stronghold." He growled, walking in his way. His petty girlfriend flinched at the sight of him, stepping behind Will. Warren ignored her, glaring into the small boy's confused eyes. "I need to talk to you. In private." He mumbled before walking off. He knew Will was following him. He led him back to his bike that was in the back of the school. He sat on it and waited for Will.
"What's up?" He asked nervously.
"Are you really gonna act like she didn't tell me, Stronghold? Why'd you do that?" He asked, straight to the point. It was too early for this guys stupid shit.
Will knew there was no point in beating around the bush. He braved himself to answer, "That's none of your goddamn business, Peace." He said, intending to walk away but he froze in place when Warren got up to his full height, towering over him. He crossed his arms and glowered down at him. Will swallowed the lump in his throat.
"You seem to forget who you're talking to, Stronghold. I'm not your friend, I'm not a kid you can manipulate, I'm not someone who'd be scared of you. Now quit the tough guy shit and explain what the hell is going on with you." He said, trying to keep his cool though his hands were rising in temperature under his arms.
"Why do you even care?" He asked, obviously curious.
Warren cocked his head, "'Cause unlike you, I care about Layla's feelings." He pointed out, hoping it would hurt him. By the look on Will's face, it did hurt. He bit back his smirk and kept a straight face as he glared down at Will.
"I do too care about Layla's feelings. Look, I made a mistake, everyone makes them. I think I deserve a second chance, I don't understand why she won't give it to me. I know Layla is very forgiving and if she still loves me, which she does, she'd give me the chance I deserve." He explained calmly. He glanced up at Warren with a tempting glare, "I'm pretty sure you're the one telling her things. You can't keep her from me, Warren." He warned.
Warren smirked openly. It freaked Will out. Warren chuckled, "Oh, but I can, Stronghold. I'm not telling her to stay away from you, I'm not keeping her away from you, she's making decisions on her own. Layla isn't stupid, she's not falling for your shit a second time." He said while smirking. He almost felt bad for this guy.
"But she still loves me, Warren." He said sadly, not bothering to use his last name. "I don't understand why she wouldn't-"
"Why do you want her back suddenly? The tramp you left her for isn't good enough anymore? I thought you left Layla because she wasn't good enough for you. Man, are you picky, Stronghold." He chuckled, shaking his head.
"I miss her. I honestly do." He sighed.
"You broke her heart. Don't you see that? She doesn't want you back, she's said it herself. I'm not lying here." He said honestly. "Back to the problem at hand." He said, becoming dark once more. Will tensed immediately. "You so much as touch her again, let alone kiss her, I'll-"
"I'm tired of your stupid threats! You and I both know you won't do shit! You never do! Granted, you're a scary mother fucker but you never do anything, you can't risk getting in trouble and sent to prison, you don't have the best of reputations." Will blurted out exasperatedly. "I can break every bone in your goddamn body but I don't. I don't wanna fight you, specially not for no reason. What kind of a hero would that make me?" He said.
"Hero's don't cheat on their girlfriends with sluts." Warren snapped, ignoring all the statements he had made. No, no... he couldn't.
Will landed a few feet away from the shove Warren gave him suddenly. His arms were ignited in fire all the way to the shoulder. What terrified Will, however, were the flames coming out of his dark eyes. "What the hell?!" Will screamed, scrambling to his feet. "I said I didn't want to fight you!"
"I didn't!" He growled, throwing a fire ball at him which Will barely dodged. "I can't just let you walk out of this thinking you can do whatever the fuck you want, Stronghold!" He said, throwing another fireball. Will jumped back, the fire landing at his feet. Will stomped on it frantically, putting it out.
"Warren! Chill out, dude! I'm serious!" Will tried to reason.
"So am I." Warren growled, throwing yet another fireball at him, getting the same result.
"What if we get caught? We'll be in trouble for using powers on school grounds!" He shouted, dodging another fireball quickly and barely.
"You're right." He mumbled before dashing forward, sprinting at Will. Will stood frozen and didn't have time to move away. Warren tackled him just right... and sent them over the edge of the floating school.
Will screamed for his dear life and Warren held on tight to his shirt, keeping Stronghold underneath him as they fell. Warren didn't exactly know what he had been thinking at the moment when he pushed them off or if he had been thinking at all. "Fly, Stronghold!" He shouted, flipping him over.
Will flailed his arms around frantically, screaming as the ground came closer and closer. He heard Warren but he was too panicked at the moment. His brain couldn't register the command. They were going to die thanks to this psychopath.
"Fly!" Warren screamed now that the ground was very close. Will wouldn't respond. Warren was now terrified. This didn't turn out how he planed at all.
Then, in a blinding flash, everything was gone for a second just before they hit the ground. Warren felt utter pain when he hit the ground, rolling a few feet from where he landed. He opened his eyes and saw nothing for a few moments. The unbearable pain was good, let him know he was at least alive. Why wasn't he dead?
He sat up slowly, just in case anything was broken. He blinked his eyes, trying to see out of the blackness. Then he started hearing crackling sounds and a roar he was all too familiar with. His eyes finally readjusted and as he looked around, he was in utter shock. There was fire all around him and a trail leading back to where he landed a few feet away. He looked down at his bleeding hands and they were encased, not in his usual orange or yellow flames, in a bright blue fire, the hottest temperature.
He slowly got up and continued to look at himself. His legs were also in flames, his torso... his entire body from head to toe. Warren was burning in the middle of the street, alive. Had the sudden burst of flames broken his fall?
"What the-" Warren felt his feet sinking. He looked down and the cement of the road was melting away under his feet. This had never happened to me before... He thought in amazement as he continued to look at himself in awe.
"Are you... okay?" He heard someone ask. Stronghold. He looked over and he was hunched over in pain, gazing at him in fear and awe.
"Just fine." He snapped. "You remembered how to fly, huh, pussy?" He growled.
"Don't call me that, man..." He whimpered, too beat to argue. "What's happening to you?" He asked, limping over.
Warren ignored his question, mostly because he didn't know how to answer it. "You okay? You look like shit." He said flatly.
Will was awestruck that he would say that. "You pushed me off the edge of the fucking school and I was falling under flames! I crash landed way over there-" He said, pointing over at a large crater in the street a few feet away. "-and my body fucking hurts!" He shouted.
Warren felt the flames dying down as Will shouted at him. Warren was really, really, really tired all of a sudden and everything started to hurt. He collapsed to the floor on one knee, "Fuck!" He hissed in pain before falling over to his side.
"Warren?" Will asked, seemingly worried, would've fooled me. He leaned over, trying to look at his face. His eyes were squeezed shut and his face held an expression of pain. He curled up into a fatal position, grunting in pain. "Warren?" Will repeated. "Don't die on me, man." He said, poking the man with the tip of his foot.
Warren slowly started to get up. He stumbled, almost falling over again. Will moved to catch him out of reflex but Warren managed to catch himself. He started to trudge to his house which was a long ways away. He wasn't even sure where he landed exactly.
A/N: CLIFFHANGER! Oh, I'm so evil! Stick around to find out if Warren makes it home or not! What happens to him? What about Will? Is he going to be okay too? How will, if he makes it at all, Layla react when she sees him? What will Stronghold try next to get his girl back? Will he dare after Warren pushed him off an edge to his impending doom? Questions, questions.
I know the chapter was short but I just had to leave a cliffy! I haven't been getting many reviews! Sure, I get favorites and subscriptions but nothing motivates me like reviews! Come on, people, I accept anonymous reviews! (: Sorry if you didn't like it but I wanted to spice it up! I wonder sometimes how many guy readers I have! I would like to know xD