Ch. 1. Senior year and new faces.

The bus pulled to a stop and Warren climbed on. Thankful this was his senior year, after this he planned on college. And a regular life, no hero business for him. He went for his usual seat in the back, but was stopped short by the fact it was already occupied. By a girl with very long mousy brown hair. She wore glasses over closed eyes and ear buds in her ears. He had a nagging feeling that he knew her from somewhere, but it could be his overtired imagination playing tricks on him. He had worked a double last night, and not slept much. She must have felt him staring at her, cause she opened her eyes and looked up at him. It hit him with the force of a hurricane, where he knew her when those grass green eyes focused on him. Elisabeth. The best friend he hadn't seen in three years. His musings were interrupted when she spoke.

"You can sit down, I don't bite I promise." she spoke with a smirk, one he knew she'd picked up from him.

"Please Warren sit down, your making a scene." her voice whispered across his mind. It held a note of pleading. So he sat, albeit somewhat reluctantly. The bus began moving once he'd sat, and a gaze around from behind his hair told him some were still watching him. No doubt waiting for him to lose his temper with the new student. His inability to keep his temper, and his power under control was legendary. Pulling his ear buds out he had every intention of ignoring the girl next to him. Unintentionally he thought back on his last memories of her.

*Flashbacks*

Long walks by the lake, laughing all the while.

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Chasing each other through the halls of his house.

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Swimming in the pool at hers'.

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Their first kiss under the stars in his backyard, when they were ten.

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Three years later, on a stormy night they'd made love for the first time. Claiming each others' virginity.

*End*

He jumped slightly when her hand glided over his thigh. It was her signal that she wanted to tell him something. Silently. It would serve her right if he pulled away and moved to sit elsewhere.

"Yes it would. You have every right to be upset with me. I know there is nothing I can say to make right how I left. All I can say is I'm sorry. I'll say it every day if I have to, hell I'll beg on my knees." she paused so he could chuckle. He knew her dignity didn't often let her beg. Satisfied he'd had his laugh, she made to continue.

"No it's my turn to speak now." he interrupted knowing they were almost at school and he had to say this before they got there.

"You have no idea how much it hurt to wake up to an empty bed. No note, no nothing. I went to your house and your mom said you'd run away. That was all she could tell me. Which I'd expected because you never really told your mom much unless you had too. But to not leave me, your best friend, a clue hurt more then I can say. I thought we meant more to each other then that." and with that he got up and halfway off the bus before her mental voice caught him.

"You were my everything, my whole world and you're the reason I'm back." that paused him for a moment, but the warning bell rang. And he walked away. Though he could admit that he was no longer mad. Or even upset. Knowing she was back safe and whole healed over all the festering emotions. He'd tried to hold on to some of it, but just couldn't. At the end of class he didn't recall a word of the lesson. He'd been to far gone in his own head.

A.N: I own nothing Sky High related.