I don't own Sky High, or the Covenant, or Hot Topic. (The last two are mentioned.)

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Have I mentioned how fast gossip spreads at Sky High? Well it's pretty much the equivalent to wildfire on dry tumbleweed and pine needles. Yeah, it's that fast.

So, by lunch I was pregnant, a secret agent working for the government, an orphan (Although this one is almost true. Or, it might as well be.), a previous student who had plastic surgery, Boomer's long lost daughter, and (My personal favorite.) a supermodel. This is pointless really, since I look nothing like a supermodel but, yeah, it just goes to prove the mindless nature of the average teenage boy. This fact actually comforted me a little, super or citizen, all boy were the same. Well, at least some of them.

At lunch, after grabbing a slightly scary looking meal, I plopped down at the only empty table. I wasn't very hungry. Mindless babble coursed through the student body and I found myself a little lost, a little lonely. I was used to sitting a packed table full of laughing and sex jokes, not cut off from everything. I sucked it up, because that's just the kind of person I was. I would get over it, repress it, and worry about it later. Like tonight, alone in an empty house where no one could see or hear me cry.

I hate this.

I did, so much. With a passion that caused my anger to flare and made me grip the table with white knuckles.

I just wanted my life back.

"This is my table." said a deep, angry voice. I didn't bother looking up to see who had said it, because I didn't really care.

Could my day get any worse?

I shrugged and leaned back in my chair, the message was clear. I wasn't going to move.

"This is my table." the voice was angrier, more demanding of my attention.

"Too damn bad." I hissed looking up at him for the first time. Copper colored skin was the first thing I noticed -it was familiar but I couldn't put my finger on where I had seen it last- then the dark eyes and matching dark hair. He had a streak of red in it, which I found very interesting and oddly amusing. He had on dark colored clothes and a black leather jacket. His lips -which were abnormally large for a male- were pulled up in a snarl, he was glaring.

"Move." he growled. No joke, he growled. The sound was menacing and dark. A normal person would be afraid, but I deal with fear every second of every day so I wasn't scared of Mr. I-Have-A-Red-Streak-In-My-Hair.

"No." I'll admit it, I'm a little stubborn, but I was having a shitty day and I wasn't going to move for Mr. I-Could-Work-At-Hot-Topic.

His hands started smoking, which I thought was odd, until I noticed the flame tattoos on his wrist and it pretty much all fell into place. He was a pyro, and he was pissed.

I scanned his fears quickly finding things that surprised me -and amused me- until I found one I could use. It was a small fear, just a worry that barley crossed his mind.

He was afraid that someone would be immune to his fire. Perfect.

My eyes flashed black -like the Sons of Ipswich from the Covenant except without the fire ring or the addictiveness- and I was immune to Pyro's fire.

He didn't seem very startled by this, probably the effect of going to a super school and living with supers.

I raised an eyebrow, a challenge.

"I'm telling you this One Last Time. Move." the tendons in his neck were standing out and his eyes were burning holes at me.

I simply leaned back father in my chair, making myself comfortable, and gave him a smug smile. His hands erupted into flames. "Want to reconsider?" he said cocking an eyebrow up.

"No." I shook my head, still smiling. The flames crept across his jacket, up his arms. His dark hair blew back as the fire danced. "Nice parlor trick, Pyro."

He came closer to me and I felt the heat of the flames, but they didn't burn me. When he was close enough I reached out and put my hand into the fire, watching as it danced across my skin.

This scared him and he darted away from me, flames disappearing. I could feel his fear and I stood up.

"Next time, Pyro," I grabbed my bad and tray to untouched food. " I won't be so nice."

I left the confused and disgruntled Pyro staring after me as I quickly left the room, all the eyes in the lunch room on me, and all the fear pressed in around me.