Okay, this is my first Sky High story and it's a Layla/Warren. That's the only pairing I will be doing, to let you know! ^^! Read, enjoy! =)

"He doesn't need you, okay? And you need to get that in that thick little head of yours, honey" Gwen sardonically added. When I found out Will was throwing a party without even letting us, his friends, or should I say ex-friends know, I was quite shocked. So I decided to come check it out. I guess I shouldn't have, because here I was getting lectured by Gwen Grayson, or the 'Queen Bee', about how pitiful I was.

"…Oh, I'm really sorry. It must really suck to find out he never cared for you after all, right? But here's my advice: Go home. Besides it's not like you really fit in here" she said, waving her hand towards the party behind her. People were drinking, laughing, gyrating to the hard beat of a techno song, at least that's what I thought it was. Couples were taking each other by the hand, going up the staircase to more secluded areas. As hard as I looked, I couldn't see Will.

"…or anywhere for that matter" Gwen continued, snapping me out of my daydream. At this point, I couldn't look at her. My eyes were fixated on the wooden floor and tears started filling them. When vision was gradually clouding over, I decided I had to leave fast, before ridiculing myself anymore than I already had. I turned on my heel and dashed away from her, from everything, tears spilling.

I mean, really. What did I think? That it would be that easy?

That I would see Will and he would profusely apologize for totally ditching us, and suddenly declare his love for me? As if. It served me right.

I realized that I didn't even know where I was going. I just wanted to get away from there…

As I looked up not too far ahead of me, the lights were shining at the Paper Lantern. A very unladylike rumble came from my stomach and I remembered that I hadn't grabbed a bite before rushing over to Will's. Maybe food could help me get this off my mind. I went through the doors of the cozy, relaxed, Chinese restaurant and made my way over to the farthest booth on the left side of the room. I sat and quietly observed the people that were avidly chatting while eating their food. It was still a bit crowded here. But that was actually a good thing. I laughed to myself, a bitter laugh. I might survive this evening after all, who knows? No one knew me here.

"…two bowls of Fang Bian Mian? And lemonade" I heard a familiar voice say. I looked to the table a few feet away at my right and saw a tall lean, yet muscular guy serving the customers. His voice sounded oddly familiar.

His long dark brown hair was tied up and was wearing a white apron. My gaze swept over the tanned skin of his neck, went to his broad shoulders, moving down to his lean back, moving further down to his... wait! No no no no! It can't be! I had totally forgotten. Warren Peace?

I mean sure, I knew he worked here, but who would have thought he would be here tonight? And who would have thought he looked so…damn… gorgeous from the back.

NO! No. Okay, Layla. You already made a fool of yourself enough tonight so don't make it worse. Just mind your own business and hope he doesn't notice the pathetic person that you are here tonight.

But no such luck.

I, being the dumbest of all, had to pick the table closest to the kitchen, didn't I?

As he turned around, and as I turned my head towards the wall in the attempt to hide myself, I was discovered.

"Hippie?" I heard his deep voice get closer to me, "Hey, what are you doing here?" he asked.

"Hey, Warren!" I attempted to fake cheerfully "Oh, nothing really. How are you, how's work? Haven't burned any customers yet, hopefully?" I tried to joke, my head still facing the wall.

But my pathetic attempt at lying didn't go unperceived. This is Warren, of course. He would be able to tell you're lying before you even finish your sentence, or just by looking at you. And right now, both my voice and my posture were a dead giveaway.

"Cut the crap, hippie" he spoke, his voice now on a serious edge, "and look at me."

Remembering that my eyes were probably puffy and my face tear stained, I shook my head and attempted to wipe my face with the sleeve of my green sweater.

"I swear I'll burn you if you don't look at me now" he said, his tone now impatient with a hint of menace.

That did it. I turned my face away from the wall and looked up at him in defeat. His eyes turned from annoyed with a playful glint of victory to anxious and worried.

"You're a mess, what the hell happened, hippie?" he said, putting down his empty tray on the table, his voice heavy with concern.

His change in tone startled me as I watched him take a seat opposite of me.

"Wanna talk about it? Should I get you anything?" he asked.

Grateful to have finally been acknowledged, my stomach answered with another rumble and I frowned down on it, embarrassed.

A good-natured smirk played at the corner of Warren's lips. "I'll take that as a yes" he said, getting up.

"No, it's okay. Really, Warren. You don't have to." I said, stopping him in his tracks despite the fact that I actually was pretty hungry.

He froze. He looked back and shot me a cold and ruthless glare that made me stop short and shrink even further into the corner of the booth, if that was possible. Wow. If looks could kill…

"Shut up" he said unfalteringly, "When I get back, you'll eat and we'll talk about it, okay" he completed with what I sensed was a tentatively reassuring tone.

I nodded in response and watched his retreating figure disappear behind the red and orange striped curtain that most likely lead to the kitchen.

There you have it! First chapter! Review! Review! =)