Title: Hurricane Heart
Summary: Alexia Callaghan just wanted to get through her senior year of Sky High with minimal casualties, but when her enemy becomes her "Hero", that aspiration seems very far away.
Rating: T (may change to M)
Pairing(s): Warren/OC

Author's Note: Have any of you seen The Force Awakens yet? Fuck, it was amazing. I've seen it twice.

Disclaimer: Okie Dokie. Yet again, I only own the plot and my OCs.

LittleCrazyRedHead - Thank you! You will learn more about her powers and how she got them in the next chapter.

Story telling-talent fairy - This message is so cute omg. The pun in his name is great and I'm pretty sure a writer sat in his office for 10 years waiting for people to realise.

A coincidink - This is really good advice, so thank you. I will definitely try to put your advice into action. I'm so glad you're enjoying the story so far. You don't sound like an ahole, rest assured. I'm aware of the fact that Alexia is bordering on a Mary-Sue and I might be going back to rewrite some parts of previous chapters because of this fact. Hopefully though, her motivations for being so bitter will become known to you guys soon. Anyway, thank you so much for your constructive criticism!

Chapter Five
Welcome to the Family

Warren and Evan helped Alexia off the bus, despite her obvious protests. Once she was off the 'metal death trap' as she referred to it, Evan turned to her.

"I'm going to go ahead, is that okay?" he asked.

"Yes, Evan, that's fine," she answered, waving a hand at him. "Now, go."

He smiled at her and then ran off down the street. Warren caught Alexia's eye and she wiped the fond smile off her face, instead moving forward with a speed slower than her usual pace. He rolled his eyes, walking to catch up with her. They walked together in a slightly uncomfortable silence, ignoring each other's entire existence. When they reached a large blue and white house, Alexia began fishing around in her backpack. She let out a cry of triumph when she finally found her keys.

"Why do you need keys if your brother's already home?" Warren asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Security reasons," she said, simply. Warren looked at her for a few seconds longer, but when she didn't look to be giving up anything else, he followed her to the front door.

She unlocked the door, but before she opened it, she turned to look at him, "You don't have any siblings, do you Warren?"

Warren shook his head.

"Then this should be fun new experience for you. I have lots."

She shouldered the door open and tugged her jacket off, hanging it on a hook beside her bag. She gazed upwards and - to Warren's utter confusion - reached a hand to the ceiling. Warren saw the muscles in her arm flex and then she was pulling. Pulling a toddler. Pulling a toddler from the air.

Warren regarded her with furrowed eyebrows.

"This is Lily, she's three. She can fly," she placed Lily on the floor with a stern look.

Warren nodded, still frowning slightly and trailed Alexia into the kitchen.

"Mrs Callaghan," she mocked in a false voice, moving towards a short woman cutting up vegetables on the bench, "I regret to inform you that your daughter has started a riot, again."

Mrs Callaghan spun around, grinning warmly down at her daughter, "Ah, yes. Teenagers are great, aren't they?"

Alexia chuckled, kissing her on the cheek. Her mother shot a glance at Warren as Alexia produced a bottle of Coke from the fridge. She took a long sip before sighing and introducing the two.

"Mom, this is Warren Peace. Warren, this is Mom. Except you don't call her Mom."

"So, your the infamous Warren Peace!" Mrs Callaghan exclaimed, shaking his hand. "Alexia talks about you all the time."

"What? No, I don't," Alexia protested, waving the bottle around dangerously.

Warren and Alexia's mother shot her a disbelieving glance.

"Right, well, nice to meet you Warren," Mrs Callaghan continued, ignoring her daughter's expression.

"You too, Mrs Callaghan," Alexia was taken-aback by Warren's polite tone of voice.

"Oh no, call me Mae, please," she smiled brightly. "Mrs Callaghan makes me feel old."

Alexia rolled her eyes fondly.

"Alex? How about you take Warren around the house?" it wasn't a suggestion.

Alexia brought the bottle away from her lips, raising an eyebrow, before shrugging and making a 'follow me' motion with her hand. Warren smiled at Mae before walking after his sidekick. She brought him into the living room, motioning to the couch, which held two boys - one being Evan - and a girl.

"This is Callum, Grace, and you've already met Evan," she said. "Kiddos, this is Warren Peace."

"This is Warren Peace?" Callum and Grace echoed in unison. Alexia nodded. "Huh."

Alexia didn't elaborate on her sibling's reactions, only moving out of the living room and put to the backyard. There was a large, blue pool, and laying beside it was tan-skinned girl sipping juice. Alexia yelled a greeting at her.

"Alex!" the girl shouted back, lifting her glass into the air.

"Warren, this is Lila," she said, stealing her sister's drink.

"This is Warren-"

"Yes, this is Warren Peace!" Alexia interrupted.

"Alexia's told us so much about you," Lila smiled.

Warren snorted quietly, "Yeah, like what?"

"Well, she told us that you're 'an annoying, hotheaded pretty boy with no regard for others'."

Alexia sputtered around the juice in her throat, " I did not say he was a pretty boy."

"No?" Lila smirked and winked at Warren. "That must have been me."

Alexia gagged, setting the - now empty - glass on the table next to her sister, "Well, we'll leave you to your," she wiggled her fingers,"whatever you're doing."

With that, she grabbed a hold of Warren's arm and dragged him away from the pool, ignoring the high-pitched teasing coming from her sister's direction. Warren could almost hear her eyes roll.

"Keep rolling your eyes, maybe you'll find a brain back there," he said.

She let go of his arm and whirled towards him, an expression of shock on her face, "Woah! Why the sass? I didn't do anything."

Warren shrugged, "It had been a while since of either of us had insulted each other, needed to reinforce our relationship." He pretended not to be please by the suppressed smile on her face.

She took him back into the house and, blatantly ignoring the the instructions from her brothers to get them each a soda, ushered him up the staircase. His feet faltered near the top when he saw a large photograph showing Alexia and, what he assumed, was the rest of her family.

Alexia looked back at him over her shoulder, and upon seeing his stock-stillness, came and stood next to him, "Ah, yes." She pointed to the extremely pretty girl next to her in the picture. "That's Amber. The beauty queen of the family. She's twenty-two, so she moved out a year ago."

"And who's that?" He pointed to the two boys with their heads on Alexia's shoulders.

"That's Adam," she pointed the one on her left, "and that's Ryan."

"Did they both move out as well?"

"So many questions," she teased lightly. "Adam did."

"And Ryan?"

"Sure."

She didn't say anything further, and Warren didn't push her. He felt he already knew. He trailed after her, assumedly towards her bedroom. She knocked on a blue-painted door and a tall man with greying hair appeared. He smiled down at Alexia and ruffled her hair, ignoring the pursed lips on her irritated face.

"Hey squirt," he directed his eyes to Warren, who was standing to the side awkwardly. "Who's this?"

"This is Warren Peace. Yes, I sometimes talk about him. We've already established that."

Her father let out a chuckle, extending his hand to him. Warren stared at it cautiously for a few seconds. None of his friends' parents had greeted him so nonchalantly. Alexia's father looked at him curiously, and began to withdraw his hand when Warren caught ahold of it.

"Nice meeting you, sir," Warren said.

He frowned with a smile and shook his hand, "Nice to meet you too Warren. Please call me James. I'm not a sir."

Alexia let out a quiet snort, "Not even close."

"Hey," James said, retracting his hand. "Why don't you take Warren up to your room and work on some of your assignment."

Both Alexia and Warren had forgotten about the assignment they had been issued that day. It had been at the back of Alexia's mind - which she found a viable reason to not remember, seeing as she'd been unconscious most of the day. Warren just didn't care, and in all honesty, had thrown the sheet back in Mr Ronalds' face when he handed it to him. He remembered his teacher's face and chuckled. Alexia glanced over at him in confusion, face screwed up and head cocked to the side. He waved a hand at her and she rolled her eyes. She did that a lot, he noticed.

"Yeah, Dad," she sighed. "See you later."

Her father disappeared back into his study and Alexia lead Warren into down the hallway and into a room gated by a dark wooden door. Warren braced himself for what could be inside her room, and was not disappointed when he walked in and saw the absolute mess that was her bedroom. He could barely see the floorboards beneath her piles of clothes. His nose scrunched up in disgust and he flinched away when Alexia poked it while frowning.

"Stop judging me," she muttered, collapsing onto what he assumed was her bed. He couldn't really tell.

In fact, the only tidy place in the whole room was the desk pushed against the right wall. He repressed a smile at the many photos stuck to the wall. He looked a little closer, and squinted at a photo of Alexia and her friends on the front steps of the school. She looked a lot happier, a lot more carefree. Her face was split by a wide smile and her arms were thrown over Puck and Luke's shoulder. Alyssa was sitting in front of her with her head resting against Alexia's knee. But, that wasn't what he focusing on.

Off to the side of the picture, was a figure hunched over a book and, after a few seconds, Warren identified it as himself. He looked much younger and his hair was shorter. He was still wearing his leather jacket, but it was larger and looser on his frame.

Warren had been a small kid in freshman year, not yet reaching his growth spurt. The older kids had picked on him for the first few months, pushing him into lockers and stealing his things in classes. He had stumbled upon Alexia in a deserted hallway with three of the main boys who bullied him one day, and he watched as she slipped some money into Trent Frank's hand, clapping a hand on his shoulder before turning on her heels and catching sight of Warren hidden in the corner. She had pushed her chin into the air and skirted around him, careful not to touch any part of his body. His thought, in his fifteen-year-old naivety, was that she payed them to to bully him. However, weeks later, the boys hadn't bothered him since. So he accepted the fact that a girl that hated him, and the feeling was mutual, had given seventeen-year-old boys money to leave him alone.

"What are you staring at, Hothead?" Alexia's voice pulled him out of his memories. She stood up, ignoring the piles of clothing that fell to the floor when she moved. She stood next to him and peered in the general directions of his eyes.

"Nothing," he replied, spinning away from the wall and facing the rest of her room. He went to sit on the bed and then reconsidered and decided he didn't want to sit on her clothes. He pulled the chair out from under her desk and slumped down in it backwards, resting his elbows on the back of the chair. Alexia sighed, collapsing back onto her bed and sitting up to look at him.

"Can you grab my bag for me?" she asked, posting at the bag behind him. He reached down and threw it at her face, choking back a laugh when it hit her and she spluttered. She rolled her eyes at him, pulling the sheet Alyssah had given her out of the bag. "Thanks."

He watched her quickly write on her paper, not caring enough to ask her what she was writing. Instead, he scanned the desk, eyes slowing at the large stack of notebooks in the corner. There was a large amount of half-torn pages and post-it-noted sticking out of the tower of books. Alexia had a lot of books, he had noticed. They excelled even his own collection. He saw all the folded edges win them and cringed. He hated that.

"Stop turning your nose up at my stuff, you're being judgemental," Alexia told him, not looking away from her questionnaire.

"Says you," Warren retorted, eyes locking on her clenched fists.

"What do you mean?" her eyes were cold as they looked at him.

"For someone who hates being judged, you judge a lot of people," he said. She was silent, staring down at her knees.

"Whatever," her voice was blank and so were her eyes. Warren didn't feel bad. She was acting like a child, and he had no time for that if he wanted to finish senior year.

"Alex! Dinner! Bring your boyfriend!" Lila's voice drifted up the stairs and Alexia stood up without another word, not even yelling at her sister for embarrassing her.

Warren sighed, standing up. This was going to be a long meal.

I start school soon, so I can't assure you that updates will be regular. I'm also working on another story on AO3 at the moment, so while I'll try and spread myself evenly I don't know how that will work out.

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