Like A Flame {Warren Peace}

XI

Coward. It repeated like a mantra in his thoughts, a constant annoyance as he looked towards Gwen's table. Will of course sat beside her. Unable to remove his eyes while Layla occasionally spared a look his way, that one could only describe as longing. She muttered 'Let's sit over here', with Zach, Ethan and Magenta.

This time he did not once, look Warren Peace's way. At all in truth. After that shower incident, it was as if they did not know one another. Did not even bring up, his saving Dorian from the alley.

Unfortunately, the table Layla had chosen was HIS table. She laughed, whilst Warren shot her a perplexed stare. Ethan motioned him over.

"Dorian, come on have a seat."

"...I'm fine elsewhere, sorry."

A hand was placed on his shoulder causing a slight jump. Turning he could see, it's Gwen herself. "There's plenty room at mine, c'mon. I think he misses you." She nodded towards Will, whom stared blank at his meatloaf and potatoes.

He bit his inside cheek, looking from his expectant friends, over to his best-friend. Peer pressure at its finest. Any adult whom says they understand, really does not have a clue. Will seemed to brighten a bit, when Dorian joined him. But that headache returned, the moment Gwen sat beside him.

~*******~

By the time P.E arrived he had a difficult time in suiting up. His hands could not stop shaking, needing help from Zach. "Relax, will you? It's not that bad."

"Easy for you to say, he knows damn well I can't control them..."

A lightbulb burst overhead. Zach ducked from its shards. His eyes slight parted. "Okay...uh, I see your point. Telekinetic is all about keeping your thoughts, together right? Just focus on something, that will help you to erase any negatives."

"Yeah, yeah....thanks. Though."

His partner was Magenta at least. She stood with her arms folded, glaring Linda Barlough's way. The one with ice powers. Penelope was a sweet, shy student whom had the ability to control water. Not to be underestimated.

"You have three minutes to Save The Citizen and stop, your villains. UNDERSTAND?"

"Yes sir..."

"I CAN'T HEAR YOU."

"Yes sir!" They both declared. Magenta looked Dorian's way with a small, grin. "C'mon, Pretty Boy. Let's do this."

"Heh, whatever you say Purple Girl."

~******~

So far had not been so good. Magenta could do more than shape shift, at least hand to hand combat seemed in her favor.

Penelope thrust out another water whip, smacking him to his side. Magenta landed an upper cut to Linda's jaw, in which she returned the favor. He coughed out water that had entered his mouth, his hair is matted heavily with it.

His legs burn when ice strikes. At one minute and fifty five seconds, he managed to pin Penelope up against the wall. She struggled against what feels like invisible hands holding her.

At one minute and fourty-seven seconds, Dorian broke free from Linda's ice trap around his legs.

At one minute and thirty seconds, Magenta's a guiena pig and racing towards their goal. She squeaked for him to levitate her. "Okay...okay..."

Magenta hovered. She latched onto the rope. Chew and chew she had.

"I can't break it!" she called.

"Yes, you can, keep chewing!"

When Linda punches him with an Ice Jab, he thought of those goons attacking him, in that alley.

Anger bubbled to the surface. A circle of psychic energy surrounds him. Her eyes widened in utter shock, but nothing can break it. Will shares a knowing smirk with Layla, from the audience. Ice formed around the circle, yet he melts it with ease.

At one minute and one second, Magenta chewed until the rope snap.

"Dorian, do it!" she squeaked.

"Copy that!"

His energy shield then turned, into an explosive wave sending the villain duo flying on opposite sides. He flew towards the citizen just before she fell into a pit of razors.

"HEROES win!"

Cheers erupt at once.

Magenta nodded in approval, as he is quick to weave through the crowds. Not one whom liked too much attention.

~******~

He did not tell anyone. Not even his own sister, of the fact he smoked. Despite the fact his mother and Ava could read him like a book there were still, hidden secrets neither of them knew about. It started when he was twelve or so, stealing packs from his mother. No child is complete 'perfect'.

He ran a hand through his hair, wincing a tad, as puffs left his lips. That scar would remain for some time. Amethyst had been livid, when she discovered it had been Anderson and Walter. Two dangerous pyromaniacs sentenced from 1992 up until 2005. Thirteen years, for setting a hospital ablaze. Innocents were inside. His mother saved those, she could. Received a few burns herself, forgetting she was not indestructible like The Commander.

where the windows were located. One leg propped up, the other loose over its edge.

The basement had been discovered by accident one day, as he was on the run from Lash and Speed. Fortunately, Dumb and Dumber were not wise enough to check the area. He pretends not to see the shadow, that is Warren Peace. Taking one more drag.

"I thought you wanted to stay away from me." Dorian was not like his mother. But he could just feel, it was Warren's presence. He could see his form walk down the basement steps. His boots click with each step.

Dark hooded eyes glared.

He stared.

Dorian stared.

There is no reaction, when Warren takes his jacket sleeve and yanks him close. He expects him to punch him again. He looks unsure as to what he wants. Hesitating. They stared. For such a long moment. He could feel hot breath and smell a variety of spices.

His head tilted.

Warren's lips part slight. Dorian felt something within his chest, his eyes to had closed. A tingle of a sensation, when a gloved hand tilts his chin up.

Kissing Warren Peace is not what he expected. There is no roughness. Just passion. Raw. On an intimate scale. Never had he been kissed before, unless you count that one time a girl in middle school forced herself on him and kissed him to make her boyfriend jealous.

This was different. Warren did not seem to mind of the fact, he is new at this. A strange noise emits from the back of his throat. He clutches the front of Warren's shirt, pulling him in closer.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Warren mumbled. "I'm supposed to hate you..."

"Maybe, there are some things that don't need an explanation." He murmured back.

Warren said nothing. They stood for the longest moment, foreheads pressed against the other. Dorian declared he needed to go, before he missed the bus. Warren went off in another direction.

When he reached the bus home, he smiled faint as his friends greeted him. Zack continued to speak how awesome Save The Citizen had been, whereas Ethan questioned how he did not have any headaches from his abilities.

Only Magenta seemed to see through him.