Like A Flame {Warren Peace}

VII

"Well, well, well. What have we here?" he watched Dorian swallow thick. Warren knew that look of fear clear as day, in those eyes like a soft chestnut shade. But for whatever reason, whether stupidity or boldness, that fear did make him approach him.

He folded his arms across his chest. Staring with an expression of blasé, at its finest.

"Cat got your tongue, Talbot?"

"I..." he opened his mouth. Then closed it. Contemplating what needed to be said, before it is uttered. "Look. You don't like me. And, well, I don't like you."

"That's a no brainer Sherlock. Your point?"

"We're going to be in the same school for a very long time and, well...." He clutched his books closer to his chest. He could see the way it moved up and down. A flicker of lights above followed. His power seems to come out, when he's nervous... I shouldn't even have to ask this really considering you started it. But-."

Any chance for an apology to come from Warren died. He almost crushed the water bottle in his hand. Before he could blink, Dorian's taken hold of and forced into an empty classroom that no one used.

"Whoa, whoa Talbot. I think you need to check your facts. If your little boyfriend hadn't gotten in my way-." He hissed out. Backing the other boy into an old blackboard. A silent curse escaped Dorian's lips.

He did not even bother to make the correction, of Will not being his boyfriend. Anger was quick to replace fear.

"If Stronghold wouldn't have mentioned my father's name, I would have let him go."

"Maybe if you hadn't have tried to murder my best-friend, we wouldn't even be talking about this." He's trying to leave. But Warren's not letting him anytime soon. His heart thumps. He could hear it. "Here I am, tryin to make peace with you...and you're threatening me."

"Hate to break your heart, but that'll never happen. Not after what your family's did to mine."

He snapped his hand out. Warren latched onto Dorian's wrist, pinning him against the desk. He easily towers over him, though Dorian was no slouch in height himself. His long, raven black hair fell past his shoulders. He could feel his chest rise and fall, with each winded breath.

"Stay out of my way and I won't roast either of you, alive." Warren watched the way those dark eyes glared right back at him. His jaw went rigid.

"Chase yourself." Dorian bit out. "You have no idea...what I'm capable of."

"Excuse me. I-oh!" their heads turned to find a rather young Freshmen look in. Her face flushed a rosey shade of red. Covering her mouth at once, as they gathered themselves. "I'm. I'm so sorry, I didn't...I didn't mean to-."

"No, no. It was nothing like that, trust me. What is it?" Dorian asked.

"Uh...Um, Mr. Boy's class please? I'm one who becomes lost easily."

Dorian brushed by him quick, to assist her while Warren adjusted his jacket. Rumors were bound to pick up now. His eyes not once left Dorian's retreating form. And all he felt at that moment, was hatred.

~*******~

His entire day went like this. Stares. The constant, never ending stares. He could understand if it was from his own friends, but others it nerved him. Some thought it 'cool' how he 'stood up' to Warren. Don't they realize how terrifying it is more so than 'cool'? The girl he fortunately led to Mr. Boy did not question about his incident.

Hell, she did not even seem to notice of his wound. But as he walked in to Mrs. Braus's class, the teacher smiled at once his way. "Dorian, fantastic news: It seems you have been bumped, to a hero class."