A/N: Hi, y'all, so this is my first Sky High fic, but the Covenant and I are already fairly good friends. For the awesome people who already know me from my Covenant stuff, good news. Lee decided to spend her sophomore year at Sky High. This is basically before SWTWC, but there's really no definite relation for all of those who don't know me. Sorry I talk a lot. Like I always do, the songs will be posted on a playlist linked to my profile, so is Lee's picture. Anyways, hope y'all like this.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sky High (if I did, it seriously would be all about Warren lol.), "Rock Star" by N.E.R.D, or Eeyore (you'll understand when you read).
Chapter 1: Rock Star
Great another freaking day at this useless place. Of course, it wouldn't be half bad if I could spend my lunch in peace and quiet reading. No, stupid sidekicks think were all chummy. They aren't half bad, but I just didn't want to deal with the newly crowned couple of Sky High. Hippie and Stronghold. His head was so big sometimes I wondered how it still fit through the doors, but for the most part, he was good guy and friend. It's not like Hippie made things any better for me though. She was so obsessed with finally having her dream come true. Damn, I thought I promised myself I was going to stop thinking about this. Well, it's hard to concentrate when the sidekicks are chattering uselessly around me while Hippie and Stronghold make eyes at each other. Seriously, I was sick of this whole place. They were all so ridiculously happy. I couldn't take another minute of this sappy happiness.
Snapping my battered copy of A Separate Peace shut, I hurriedly got up from the table that previously used to be just mine. Maybe I could find some quiet in the library though I seriously doubted it. Of course, the quiet wasn't going to quite help me keep my mind off the Hippie. It was all because of that stupid night at the Paper Lantern. Why on earth did I ever talk to her? I should've just let her sit there sulking over that stupid idiot. No, I had to talk to her. Damn it, I was so stupid. I nearly ran out of the cafeteria, trying to escape what my mind couldn't stop thinking about. I knocked over students of all ages as I headed towards the library. Finally, it came into view. Barely opening the door, I slipped into the library and headed towards an empty table in the back. I slammed my bag on the empty table and let a loud annoyed sigh escape my mouth. At least, it was just me in here, or so I thought. Suddenly, the doors banged open loudly while I dug my book out of my bag. Another disturbance to my peace. Great.
Heavy footsteps echoed off the floor, distracting me from the words in front of my face. The noise was growing closer, but I was intent on reading the sentence I'd already read five times since those doors had opened. Finally, the footsteps stopped, but I didn't expect a face to come craning over my book. I glared up to see yet another redhead had come to annoy me. Geez, what was with that hair color? Were they all fond of bothering the hell out of me?
"What do you want?" I growled up at the girl.
Cautiously, I looked at the face of my intruder. Blazing red hair fell across her pale cream skin that was speckled with a light layer of freckles. Her green eyes managed to glare back at me curiously. Anger and curiosity. A complete contradiction of each other. I guess for now I'd call this interruption Contradiction. After all, that's all I had to go on.
"Don't know exactly," she answered, continuing to stare down at me harshly.
"Then leave me alone," I threatened.
My palms were beginning to grow hot. Maybe, I did need some anger management. If I burned up another freshman like I did Stronghold, Layla would probably give me more shit than Principal Powers, and I wasn't exactly fond of wasting my time in detention.
"Nope," Contradiction answered, popping her p.
I shut the book quickly before letting my palms blaze to life with fire. Most people would've went running in the other direction but not this girl. Contradiction just continued to watch curiously while her eyes seemed to flicker with amusement. This chick was just plain weird. Suddenly, her eyes flashed red, and she began playing with the fire in my hands.
"Whoa, what the hell are you doing?" I snarled up at her with shock.
"Um, playing with fire. I'm bored, and I do enjoy pissing people off. The name's Leona, but I go by Lee," she replied, placing her hand in my fiery one.
The fire didn't even bother her skin even as the flames spread further up my arms. That never happened except with whatsername I met at Homecoming, but that's only because she nearly froze my hand off. It was kind of nice to meet another fire freak like me though. What the hell was I saying? I came to the library to get away from people, but when did I ever get what I want? Stupid Hippie. I was such an idiot for letting her walk into my life.
"Hey Eeyore, you still here?" she, or namely Lee, interrupted as she shook my long hair into my face.
"Eeyore?" I questioned, allowing my full disdain to show but failing to hide my small amount of curiosity.
Who did she think she was calling me Eeyore? She didn't know me. It wasn't like she was Hippie. Damn, I was doing it again. The fiery redhead continued to stare at me which was beginning to annoy me. If the staring weren't enough, I hated when people touched me. Hair, hand, or whatever. I liked to be left alone, and I certainly didn't like nicknames or insults. Calling me Eeyore was notably an insult for me.
"Yeah, Eeyore. You look like the most miserable person I've seen in my life. Plus, I figured the nickname would get you to listen," she explained, a smirk playing across her mouth.
I could feel the edges of my own mouth, pulling up into a half smile, but I slammed my frown firmly back into place. There was nothing I could do to deny that she was intriguing, but I preferred being a recluse and anti-social. Life was just easier that way. Of course, a fiery hand came waving back and forth in front of my face, disrupting my thoughts.
"Seriously, what do you want?" I barked out harshly.
"To have an actual fluid conversation with you apparently. Geez, could you keep your mind focused on talking to the person in front of you?" she answered, straightening up her body.
Her hands came to rest on her hips, and I noticed the black nail polish, chipped and cracked on her nails. Her fingers had laced themselves among the loops of baggy khaki cargos that didn't really fit her body but her attitude. Her black t-shirt clung tightly to her body, revealing her slender figure. She definitely fit the tomboy image I assumed she was going for with her hair pulled tightly up in a ponytail. Her eyes caught mine suspiciously as I inspected her. She looked quite amused.
"Well this is an improvement. Ogling is much preferred to scowling especially on a pretty face like yours," she teased.
My frown just set deeper in my face as my jaw clenched in anger. God, this girl was annoying.
"I'm not gawking at you," I growled out.
"I know I just like messing with you. You really should lighten up," she responded, bringing a flame to life on her fingertips.
"The real reason I came to bother you is because I heard you're the only other pyro in the sophomore class," Lee volunteered.
"And?" I asked blankly.
"Well, all the rest of these people are freaking posers. I don't deal with this Disney happiness well, and you're the closest thing I'm going to find to hardcore," Lee answered emotionless.
"That's my problem how?" I questioned suspiciously.
"It's not a problem because as long as I'm stuck at this school. Me and you are gonna be best friends," she demanded with that irking annoying confidence of hers.
"Who said I want anything to do with you?" I snapped back at her self-assurance.
I stood up quickly, causing my chair to fall to the ground loudly, but now I stood taller than her. It didn't faze her though.
"I didn't really give you an option," Lee replied in a low voice, just as the bell rang.
Saved by the bell. I took the opportunity to grab my bag and book and head out of the library for my next class. Gym. Today was another dose of Save the Citizen, so something to forget about this aggravating Lee. Did I seriously have "Annoy me, please" stamped across my forehead or something? As the door slammed shut, I didn't even glance back to see if she was following me. It's not like I needed another girl, running rampant through my mind. Hippie did that enough.
A/N: This is kind of short for me, but this is really my distraction when my Covenant sequel doesn't feel like being written. It's not going to be one of my really complicated stories just something for the heck of it, so it probably won't be updated as frequently like my normal everyday postings for the Covenant. If you like my writing or Lee, I do recommend Something Wicked This Way Comes. Anyways, please review and let me know what y'all think.