I think I'm going to do this whole chapter from Warren's point of view, give a little back story.

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Warren's favorite place for independent study was the library. Since independent study work wasn't due until the end of the semester Warren slacked off quite a bit during his first 'class' of the day. If he said in the main breeze way he got distracted by the other stupid people who were slacking. If he sat in the cafeteria he was often shooed away so that the lunch ladies could clean the breakfast trash up, and prepare lunch. If he sat in the offices the secretary Cinthia always looked at him and asked him repeatedly why he was there, and that got quite annoying. If he sat in one of the study rooms (where people who were supposed to be doing their independent study work were supposed to be, were supposed to be.) someone actually checked to make sure he was doing it. So he sat in the library, the most convenient place, where no one really cared what he did as long as he didn't make too much noise, or set anything on fire. Most people didn't come until 9:15 (after the first class was done) if they had independent study first thing and left at 2:15 (when the last class began) if they had it last. They rented or bought jetpacks, bummed rides from friends who could fly, teleported, or somehow got there. Warren just sucked it up and came early. He didn't want to be at school per say, but he didn't just want to sit at home either. Principle Powers knew he sat here and often checked up on him. He didn't know why she thought that just because he was the closest family member he had that she should care about him. It wasn't like her being his mother's sister meant anything to either of them. Warren sat at his typical corner couch and opened up his laptop so it at least looked like he was doing something in case Auntie Summer decided to swing by. Warren was confused about this morning. He had wanted everything to go so perfectly and now it was all crumbling down. Everything he ever touched always went up in flames. Literally most of the time anything he touched would end up a pile of ashes, it was really just a matter of time.

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All Warren had ever wanted was a stable relationship. His parents hadn't been the happiest couple. Warren could remember when he was about 2 or 3 that they used to love each other very much. He could remember all three of them doing things together and there were photo albums filled with happy pictures. And then his father slowly started to turn evil and everything changed. None of them were ever happy. Warren couldn't remember his dad interacting with him much after that. Dad started to bring mom down with him, and then she died. Warren still didn't know how she had died, no one had ever told him what had happened, not his dad, not Aunt Summer, the TV was shut off for weeks just in case the news happened to come on, and he when he tried to research it he couldn't find anything. Dad stayed around for a short time longer before he started his major crime spree. He got caught and Will's father of all people, and was put in Super-Jail. And he could rot there for all that Warren cared. He was only 14 when all that happened. He didn't really have anyone after that. Aunt Summer couldn't take him in, she already had five children. She made sure he had money and the bills were paid though. And made sure he wasn't getting in to too much trouble.

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Warren started working at the paper lantern when he was 15, right after starting Sky High. Mrs. Ling sort of took over the role of a mother for him. She made sure he didn't work too many hours, made sure he slept at least a little bit, and made sure he went to school. The first year at Sky High was horrible. Everyone else's parents were heroes. His father had been one of the only Villain's in a long time to come out of the school, of course there were other schools like Sky High other places that he could have went to but his father had made quite a name for himself. He was the butt of constant jokes, even after placement. Warren knew his powers were destructive and quickly made it known that he was not to be messed with. For the most part people left him alone. Lash, Dash and some of the other bullies sometimes attempted to take a jab at him, but it didn't happen often and almost always resulted in them being in the burn unit for a while.

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The first year passed and his second began. He wasn't looking forward to the new group of freshmen poking and prodding and staring at him. He also knew that Will Stronghold, the son of the man who had put his father away, was going to be there this year. He really wasn't looking for any kids with a hero complex. Will's parents were famous and no doubt everyone would love him. No doubt he would have inherited his parents powers. No doubt he would be just another stupid, jock who thought that he was better than Warren. He already hated the kid. There hadn't been any incidents for six months. No people getting hurt, no accidently losing his temper and setting something on fire. Everything had been fine, and he really didn't want to blow that streak now. Warren minded his own business all day and didn't kill any of the freshmen that stared at him in horror. He brushed aside the whispers and ignored comments about his father.

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At lunch time he went through the line and was all ready to sit at his table. He had a few friends but always sat alone, usually outside, but no one touched his table. There was a group of kids at the table next to it, obviously freshmen. Warren saw Will. At that second he didn't know who he was. Warren had long ago found out he was gay, and this kid was cute. His obnoxious friends were rambling about being put into Sidekick, and about how cutie didn't have any powers. Warren walked passed them and they instantly hushed. Warren sat down in his usual seat and poked at the food on his plate, inedible cafeteria food- welcome back to school. The group was staring at him. They were a strange group. There was cutie; who hands down was one of the best looking people Warren had ever laid eyes on, the girl sitting next to him, who was all but sitting on him, had bright reddish orange hair and she was obviously a hippie judging from the way she dressed, sitting next to her was a boy wearing bright neon clothes, across from him sat a punk girl with purple streaks in her hair, and next to her was someone who was clearly an over achiever and probably a huge dork. Flower Child motioned at Warren and whispered to cutie. Cutie turned and looked at Flower Child, said something, and Flower Child, Math Geek, Highlighter and Punkie furiously shook their heads. Warren pushed his plate away and stared back at the group as menacingly as possible. He didn't know where this was going, but it couldn't end well. Cutie had stood up and Flower Child was frantically trying to pull him back down. He heard Flower Child raise her voice. "That's Warren Peace; he'll rip you to shreds!" Flower Child hissed. Cutie smacked her hand away and started walking over to the table. "Hi." Cutie said once he reached Warren's table. Warren looked up but didn't say anything. "I, uh, I'm Will Stronghold." Will said extending his hand. Warren glared up at Will. He couldn't believe that he had thought his new arch-nemesis was cute, why did this always happen to him? Warren still didn't do anything. "I know that my dad put your dad in jail. But I hope we can be friends." Will said nervously still holding his hand out. Warren could feel the fire flickering from his fingertips. Will gulped, "I mean, I'm sure you're nothing like your father." Will said. Warren stood up and placed his hands on the table. "Are you saying something about my father?" He asked leaning forward. Will took a step back. "I uh, no…" Will stammered. "So help me Stronghold if you are." Warren hissed. He wasn't sure what happened next, all he remembered was throwing balls of fire and Will, who turns out, wasn't quite as powerless as he thought, ripping chucks out of the wall and throwing them at him. He remembered Aunt Summer putting them in the cool down detention room until the end of the day. Will consistently tried to talk to Warren, but Warren didn't want any part of it.

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Warren supposed his obsession with Will began that day. He didn't know why he was so drawn to Will. It was like they were magnets; they were complete opposites, but Warren was still attracted to him. The year had its ups and downs. He generally stayed out of Wills way, and he kept his attraction to himself. Gym class had ended up being pretty good, even if Warren didn't want to admit it to anyone. Coach Boomer constantly wanted to play "Save the Civilian" and Warren and Will were often teamed together. Warren fell more and more in love with Will every day. At the same time Will was falling more and more in love with Gwen. And Layla, oblivious to Will, was utterly and completely in love with him. Will Stronghold was picking up quite a fan club. Layla must have been pretty desperate to ask Warren for his help. Warren hadn't even been planning on going to prom that just wasn't his sort of thing. He appreciated the fact that Layla had guts to ask for his help though, and agreed to help her with her plan. It felt a little weird to him pretending to date Layla to make Will jealous. It really didn't seem to do anything, and Will continued to cling to Gwen. After the incident with the party Layla was ready to give up on Will. He had abandoned his friends for his popularity, he was cruel, and mean, and she didn't want anything else to do with him. Warren was hurt when he learned that Will could do that to his friends, it was so different from the person he had grown to love. Warren convinced Layla to keep trying, at least one of them should be happy and at least she had a chance with the boy wonder. Prom was even more weird than Warren had thought it was going to be. Who knew Gwen was actually evil? Well if you call turning adults into babies that is. Warren had seen far greater evil from his father. He agreed to help Will and his friends, not because he cared about saving the world, or the school from crashing, but because he cared about Will. In the end they had been victorious, and best of all Will realized that Warren really wasn't the bad guy. They became best friends after that. Warren became a part of the little group. Layla was promoted to hero, and she and Will started dating.

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The school year ended without much else happening, summer blew by without an incident, and then school started back. Everyone could see that Layla was constantly climbing the social ladder. She didn't spend much time with the group and was always hanging onto Speed or Lash, or giggling with Penny. She had become what Will had become when he was with Gwen. Once she decided she didn't need Will anymore Layla dropped Will like a hot potato. Warren partly blamed himself. He was the one who, after Layla was done trying to make Will love her, to keep trying. He couldn't stand seeing Will so crushed. He knew Layla had loved Will; she probably still did, but she had gotten a taste of power. And once you have a little if you don't keep it under control you'll do anything for more. He knew that Layla still had good in her, even if she was hanging up with the Super-Jerks. Things got worse every day. Everyone was worried about Will, he was failing most of his classes, he looked like crap, and some days he didn't show up at all. Things kept spiraling downward, accumulating in Saturday's deadly crash. Warren was off on Saturdays, not that he did much other than sit around the house. He had been staring out the window watching it rain. When he was little and couldn't sleep his mom used to make it rain right outside his window for him. But this wasn't anything like the gentle, light smelling, patters; this was straight up hurricane weather without the actual hurricane. He saw a figure walking by the window and wondered who was crazy enough to venture out into the storm. The person wasn't wearing a jacket, they didn't carry an umbrella, and they just seemed to be aimlessly walking. A few minutes later the same drenched person walked by. Warren thought that he recognized whoever it was, but didn't know. The person maid another lap and stopped near the corner of his lawn. The person looked up at the sky. It was Will. Warren instantly began to panic, this was Wills third lap around. He had been outside for at least 30 minutes. Warren rushed out into the downpour and dragged Will inside. It utterly crushed Warren to see Will so broken. Warren had to leave the room, he couldn't stand seeing Will like that. He got his thoughts together, the poor thing must be freezing, and came back with dry clothes and a towel. Will wouldn't shut up about who he was sorry about ruining Warren's carpet. Warren didn't give two craps about the carpet. Will started bawling, and Warren finally cracked. He hadn't meant to kiss Will, he just had all those pent up emotions. One thing led to another. He didn't mean to sleep with Will; it was just that he was here, and everything that had happened right from meeting will, and Warren didn't think if he didn't do it he would ever get another chance to. It had been amazing, everything Warren had ever dreamed about it being. He didn't know how Will felt about it all, but he wasn't fighting it and that was enough for Warren at the moment.

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The next morning Warren woke up sure that Will was going to kill him. It didn't matter, at least he could die happy now. But Will didn't, Will didn't say anything about it. Warren was heartbroken when Will told him that he couldn't remember anything. Why couldn't he remember? The rest of the morning had been brutal for Warren. Trying to hash out all the details for Will, wondering what to tell him and what to leave out. It was so hard for Warren deciding not to tell Will that they had slept together. It was everything that Warren had ever wanted and with a poof it was gone, but it was better for Will if he acted like it never happened. Warren was ecstatic when Will said he still wanted whatever it was he had. Warren knew that Will was probably confused and hurt, but he didn't care if he was the rebound, he didn't care if Will really didn't love him. Because really how could you kiss someone twice and decide that you loved them? Will was just saying it. After he had took Will home he went back and cleaned the still dripping wet carpet, other than that nothing much. Warren had gotten up this morning wondering what today would be like. Obviously Will wouldn't want to tell his friends, or really anyone in the school. He was Will Stronghold after all: the perfect, golden, wonder boy, and Warren was just the son of someone that everyone hated. He got on the bus at the 3rd stop, which was right before Wills stop. He remembered that Will was flying himself today but still wanted to ask about him. The rest of the group had talked to him, nothing important or particularly interesting. They arrived in the parking lot moments later, Ron still wasn't the best bus driver and the ride was rather bumpy. Will pulled the rest of the group along with him inside the school like he was avoiding a group of zombies. He kept glancing back at where Warren stood next to the bus. Warren brushed it off as Will not wanting their friends to know about them and went into the school. He watched as Will fumbled with the contents of his locker and seemingly shoved everything in it into his bag, like he would never be allowed to go back to it. Warren stood at the end of the hall right outside Wills first class, hoping to talk to him for a few minutes. Will looked at Warren with a look that he couldn't place. Will trailed behind the rest of the group and went to quickly enter the classroom. He didn't respond when Warren spoke to him. And then, Warren got a shock. Will had remembered, just like he had remembered everything else. Warren felt his heart fall, it kept falling down and down, as if it was plunging into never ending darkness. Warren tried to explain, but Will kept shouting at him. Quite a crowd of curious ears perked up and they both avoided key words that would make anyone suspicious. Will had stalked off into the classroom and Warren glared at those who had dared listen into their conversation before heading off to where he currently was. "Mr. Peace, you're going to be late for your next class." Mrs. Galaxy the librarian said. She was standing in front of him. Warren hadn't heard the bell. "3 of the bells have already rung, only one left until you're late." Mrs. Galaxy finished before heading back to her desk. Warren quickly shut down his computer. If he was lucky he would make it to gym on time. If he was even luckier Will would talk to him and they could fix this whole mess.