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Chapter 1: Flammable

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 "This is so ridiculous!" Magenta exclaimed as she applied some nail polish on her now torn new pair of stockings. "Is it just me or this class gets more pointless by the minute?" she asked while rushing past the queue of sidekicks waiting to fall to the floor and probably twist a wrist or an ankle or get their stockings torn in an attempt to execute the Sidekick Flag, also known as the Human Flag -when performed by extremely skilled and athletic humans, that is.

 

"Totally. I don't know who can do that!" I protested while following her out of the gymnasium.

 

 "Who can do what?" Warren's husky voice startled me as I was coming out.

 

 Ever since he'd accepted to come to Homecoming with me, I'd found myself musing way too much about him and when I saw him there leaning against the wall next to the gym entrance I felt myself blushing.

 

 He was taller than most of the students and more muscular than any of them. His shoulder length hair was currently tied in a low bun and I couldn't help but notice his arms were bare today, one of his hands busy holding his jacket by the collar. He really had big toned arms and I briefly wondered if I'd ever get the chance to be held by them. At some point tough, I realized an answer was expected from me, so I quickly collected myself.

 

 "Some acrobatic figure Mr. Boy has been teaching us to dreadfor the last couple of weeks."

 

 "The Flag?" he asked, clearly amused, while handing me his jacket and swaggering towards the pole. "Hmm, I don't know who can do this," he added before taking grip of the pole and placing his entire body weight on his arms while effortlessly lifting himself up in a perfect horizontal line.

 

 What a sight to see! His toned biceps and shoulders looked so good in this position that I couldn't avoid holding my breath. I looked down his body where, due to the movement he'd made, his muscle T-shirt had gotten lifted up his torso and God!I was all eyes as I took in his perfectly square-shaped abs and in how his external obliques formed a distinct V-line.

 

 "As you can see," Mr. Boy proceeded to explain as Magenta and I re entered the gymnasium, "it is by no means an impossible task. While it is true that it requires muscle, the key element is here," he said while pointing to his head. "One must train the mind, not just the body. Only those with a disciplined mind and a true introspective character can aspire to achieve this so coveted balance," Mr. Boy finished, unaware of Warren's eye-rolling at his back. "Now, any of you who would like are welcomed to come to the front for a closer inspection," Mr. Boy encouraged and Zach was the first to get nearer.

 

 

"Wow! That is so cool!" he exclaimed while giving Warren's levelly outstretched body a closer look.

 

 Warren looked at me and smirked before talking to Zach, "Pfff! Wanna see something cool?" he asked showing each of his perfect whites in a wicked grin. "Watch your lashes, Neon!" he warned Zach but didn't bother to wait for him to react: in an instant Warren was wrists to toes in flames and roaring in a climactic tone, "Bestow The Fire Flag!"

 

 With this, he started balancing his legs backwards and forwards until he gained enough speed to start spinning around the pole, faster and faster until all we could see was a fire whirl, sparks flying everywhere!

 

 We covered our heads with anything we had at hand and waited until Warren had stopped to uncover ourselves. To our surprise, the gym was not in flames.

 

 Magenta went to examine Zach's probably singed eyelashes. She squinted her eyes at Warren reproachfully, "Oh, right. Rub it in the sidekick's face. Or burn it, whatever!" she bursted before taking Zach by the hand and out of the gym.

 

 Mr. Boy opened his mouth to tell something to Warren but thought better of it and instead he just said, "He got too close, I suppose."

 

 "That wasn't part of the arrangement," Warren replied, taking his jacket from my hands. "I'm counting this as my last teacher service hour." He then turned to me and gestured to the exit, "Hungry?"

 

 I couldn't answer in my stupor, all I could do was look at him, mouth agape. I did not seem to be able to think straight so he took my hand and started walking me out. Right before crossing the exit, one single coherent string of thought formed in my mind and I found it was not too complicated to vocalise out loud.

 

 "The bell has to ring so we can be dismissed," I whispered as if it were a top secret.

 

 Warren leaned closer to me and mimicking my secretive tone, he said "It's going to."

 

 There and then, as if on cue, the bell rang and I let him walk me out.

 

 "Your friend's ok," he assured me as we walked through the corridor.

 

 "How could you know?" I asked in disbielief.

"You'll see," he said, smiling slightly.

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