Hang Your Head (chapter 7)
TItle: Hang Your Head (chapter 7)
Author: kianaaaaa
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Warren/Will
Warning: Slash, and some violence.
Disclaimer: Sky High belongs to Disney, not me.
Summary: There is more to Warren's bullying than meets the eye.
Author's Notes: It's certainly getting dramatic.
When Will was walking home from school, he saw his dad out on the lawn playing ball with their dog. When he saw Will coming, he yelled “here, catch!” and threw the ball to his son. Will managed to catch it, but the force of the ball slammed into his stomach, and he yelped in pain.
“What the hell is that?” his dad demanded, seeing the bruise on Will’s stomach as he lifted up his shirt to inspect the damage.
Will gulped. “Um… it’s nothing.”
“Like hell it isn’t! You’ve got a nasty bruise forming there,” The Commander insisted.
“I got it in gym today. It’s not big deal, I’ll be fine by tomorrow,” Will replied, knowing he was a bad liar and trying to seem convincing. His dad gave him a stern look, but dropped the subject. Will thankfully went up to his room.
Will had never gotten a bruise from Warren before. His punches hurt, of course, but it was never bad enough to leave any physical evidence. He lifted up his shirt cautiously, inspecting the angry purple bruise right below his rib cage. This was probably the worst injury Warren had ever given him.
Will recalled the expression on Warren’s face right after he had delivered that blow to his stomach. His usually menacing dark eyes were wide with shock, almost in disbelief at the force of the punch he had just given.
Will sighed and collapsed on his bed. He, of course, knew about Warren’s “tough guy” reputation at school. Half of it he had gained himself. With his large muscles, strong brows constantly frowning, red streaks in his dark hair, and flame tattoos on his wrist, he was first in line to take up the “bad guy” position in the social food chain. The other half of why people were so intimidated by him was because of his dad. Barron Battle had been quite a famous supervillain, which didn’t help Warren fit in at school any better.
Will almost felt sorry for him. He wished he had known him back when he was a freshman, like himself now, when he wasn’t used to people recognizing him as his father’s son. Maybe he looked like a normal kid, awkward untied shoe laces and all, like the rest of Sky High. Maybe he had only started wearing leather and getting tattoos because that was the only way anyone would ever see him, if they knew who his father was.
Then Will shook his head vigorously at the thought. No! He thought. Warren gave this monster bruise to me. He’s the bad guy, and I’m the good guy, and that’s the way it’s always been.
But somehow Will couldn’t shake the idea from his mind that he and Warren were more alike than they seemed.
The next day at school proved to be very different for Will. Layla and the rest of his friends were constantly grinning, proud that their best friend had managed a fair fight with the toughest guy at school. Will got a few approving nods from his classmates throughout the day. Will didn’t feel particularly happy about it, though. He had lost the fight, after all, and Warren was still the meanest and toughest person at Sky High. Or, at least, that’s what Will kept telling himself.
As Will was sitting in his chair in class, he felt uncomfortable. His stomach was still sore, and he was struggling to sit up straight. In the middle of his History of Hero Support class, the class door opened and Principal Powers stepped inside.
“Hello, class,” she said cheerfully. Her smile dropped as she laid her eyes on Will. “May I speak to Mr. Stronghold in the hallway for a few minutes?” she asked Mr. Boy.
Will was surprised, and a little nervous, but followed the principal out into the hall. He heard a few suggestive “oohs” coming from the class behind him, and tried to ignore them. “Yes, Principal?” he asked her quietly.
She looked at him disapprovingly. “Mr. Stronghold, may I ask what you were doing yesterday afternoon, directly after school?” she asked curtly.
Will gulped. “Um… nothing much.”
She frowned. “I know that you and Warren Peace were engaged in a physical fight. You’re a good kid; I’m surprised that you would do this, when you are clearly aware of the rules against fighting on school grounds.”
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean for it to happen!”
“But it happened. This is unacceptable, so I will have both you and Mr. Peace in detention today, right after school. Now, please go back to class.”
Will looked at her helplessly, muttered a “yes, ma’am”, and walked back into class.
“What’re you going to do?” Layla asked Will somberly when he told her about his detention with Warren after school.
Will shook his head. “I don’t know. Hopefully we won’t be alone together.”
His hope was in vain. When he walked into the detention room after his last class the only person there was Warren, and there were only two seats. Will supposed he could move the remaining chair to the opposite end of the room, but he was not bold enough to potentially offend the intimidating boy, so he reluctantly took the seat next to him.
Warren was reading a book, as usual, and Will took the opportunity to reach into his bag for his iPod.
“Wait… are there teachers watching us in here?” he asked Warren, remembering his first detention where there was no music allowed.
Warren looked up from his book as easily as though the two did not hate each other as they did. “Yeah. Maybe you could hide the earphones in your hoodie or something,” he suggested.
Will nodded his head, allowing a small smile to stretch his lips. He found hope in Warren’s conversational tone; maybe he did not hate him as much as he thought.
“Hey, Warren…” he started. Warren looked up again curiously. “I’ve been thinking… maybe we should stop this fighting that’s been going on since school started. If we keep it up we could get in trouble with the principal again, and maybe even the police.”
Will said those words with fear, and was amused when Warren appeared unbothered. He supposed he was used to the words “trouble” and “police.”
“So, I’m offering a peace treaty. What do you say?”
Will extended his hand out to the bully. Warren stared at his hand as though it were diseased, and then turned back to his book.
“Pass.”
Will was stunned, and slowly let his hand fall back to his side. Somehow, he had truly believed that Warren would want to put the violence behind him.
Will forgot all about his iPod and spent the rest of the detention time staring at his desk, becoming more and more angry with every passing minute. When the bell finally rang, Warren quickly left his seat. Will growled under his breath and hastily gathered his things before following Warren out of the room.
“Warren!” Will yelled when they were out of the school. The quiet boy turned around, startled. “What is your problem?” he demanded. With those words he charged toward Warren, tackling him to the ground, throwing punch after furious punch. Warren, too surprised to react, let Will attack him freely.
Will soon felt the hands of several teachers around him, pulling him back. One of them held his hands behind his back tightly, and he felt like a criminal, just like the boy in front of him on the ground.
“Will!” Layla cried as she hurried toward the sight. She had waited for Will during his detention and her eyes were wide with fright at the scene before her. “What is going on?”
Will jerked out of the teacher’s grasp and started walking away from everyone. Layla was the only one who followed him. “Will!” she kept on calling after him. “What do you think you’re doing? Do you have any idea what is going to happen now? Are you not thinking about the consequences of your actions?”
Will turned to her suddenly. They were now far away from the stairs where Will had tackled Warren, at the edge of the lawn. “Layla, stop it,” he said.
Layla glared at him with furious green eyes.
He sighed. “We need to break up.”
He avoided looking at Layla's horrified face, and instead noticed the teachers shouting at Warren with excessive force, inches from his face. The expression on Warren's face was shocked and vulnerable, and wide-eyed Will couldn't help but look at anyone but him.
Author: kianaaaaa
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Warren/Will
Warning: Slash, and some violence.
Disclaimer: Sky High belongs to Disney, not me.
Summary: There is more to Warren's bullying than meets the eye.
Author's Notes: It's certainly getting dramatic.
When Will was walking home from school, he saw his dad out on the lawn playing ball with their dog. When he saw Will coming, he yelled “here, catch!” and threw the ball to his son. Will managed to catch it, but the force of the ball slammed into his stomach, and he yelped in pain.
“What the hell is that?” his dad demanded, seeing the bruise on Will’s stomach as he lifted up his shirt to inspect the damage.
Will gulped. “Um… it’s nothing.”
“Like hell it isn’t! You’ve got a nasty bruise forming there,” The Commander insisted.
“I got it in gym today. It’s not big deal, I’ll be fine by tomorrow,” Will replied, knowing he was a bad liar and trying to seem convincing. His dad gave him a stern look, but dropped the subject. Will thankfully went up to his room.
Will had never gotten a bruise from Warren before. His punches hurt, of course, but it was never bad enough to leave any physical evidence. He lifted up his shirt cautiously, inspecting the angry purple bruise right below his rib cage. This was probably the worst injury Warren had ever given him.
Will recalled the expression on Warren’s face right after he had delivered that blow to his stomach. His usually menacing dark eyes were wide with shock, almost in disbelief at the force of the punch he had just given.
Will sighed and collapsed on his bed. He, of course, knew about Warren’s “tough guy” reputation at school. Half of it he had gained himself. With his large muscles, strong brows constantly frowning, red streaks in his dark hair, and flame tattoos on his wrist, he was first in line to take up the “bad guy” position in the social food chain. The other half of why people were so intimidated by him was because of his dad. Barron Battle had been quite a famous supervillain, which didn’t help Warren fit in at school any better.
Will almost felt sorry for him. He wished he had known him back when he was a freshman, like himself now, when he wasn’t used to people recognizing him as his father’s son. Maybe he looked like a normal kid, awkward untied shoe laces and all, like the rest of Sky High. Maybe he had only started wearing leather and getting tattoos because that was the only way anyone would ever see him, if they knew who his father was.
Then Will shook his head vigorously at the thought. No! He thought. Warren gave this monster bruise to me. He’s the bad guy, and I’m the good guy, and that’s the way it’s always been.
But somehow Will couldn’t shake the idea from his mind that he and Warren were more alike than they seemed.
The next day at school proved to be very different for Will. Layla and the rest of his friends were constantly grinning, proud that their best friend had managed a fair fight with the toughest guy at school. Will got a few approving nods from his classmates throughout the day. Will didn’t feel particularly happy about it, though. He had lost the fight, after all, and Warren was still the meanest and toughest person at Sky High. Or, at least, that’s what Will kept telling himself.
As Will was sitting in his chair in class, he felt uncomfortable. His stomach was still sore, and he was struggling to sit up straight. In the middle of his History of Hero Support class, the class door opened and Principal Powers stepped inside.
“Hello, class,” she said cheerfully. Her smile dropped as she laid her eyes on Will. “May I speak to Mr. Stronghold in the hallway for a few minutes?” she asked Mr. Boy.
Will was surprised, and a little nervous, but followed the principal out into the hall. He heard a few suggestive “oohs” coming from the class behind him, and tried to ignore them. “Yes, Principal?” he asked her quietly.
She looked at him disapprovingly. “Mr. Stronghold, may I ask what you were doing yesterday afternoon, directly after school?” she asked curtly.
Will gulped. “Um… nothing much.”
She frowned. “I know that you and Warren Peace were engaged in a physical fight. You’re a good kid; I’m surprised that you would do this, when you are clearly aware of the rules against fighting on school grounds.”
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean for it to happen!”
“But it happened. This is unacceptable, so I will have both you and Mr. Peace in detention today, right after school. Now, please go back to class.”
Will looked at her helplessly, muttered a “yes, ma’am”, and walked back into class.
“What’re you going to do?” Layla asked Will somberly when he told her about his detention with Warren after school.
Will shook his head. “I don’t know. Hopefully we won’t be alone together.”
His hope was in vain. When he walked into the detention room after his last class the only person there was Warren, and there were only two seats. Will supposed he could move the remaining chair to the opposite end of the room, but he was not bold enough to potentially offend the intimidating boy, so he reluctantly took the seat next to him.
Warren was reading a book, as usual, and Will took the opportunity to reach into his bag for his iPod.
“Wait… are there teachers watching us in here?” he asked Warren, remembering his first detention where there was no music allowed.
Warren looked up from his book as easily as though the two did not hate each other as they did. “Yeah. Maybe you could hide the earphones in your hoodie or something,” he suggested.
Will nodded his head, allowing a small smile to stretch his lips. He found hope in Warren’s conversational tone; maybe he did not hate him as much as he thought.
“Hey, Warren…” he started. Warren looked up again curiously. “I’ve been thinking… maybe we should stop this fighting that’s been going on since school started. If we keep it up we could get in trouble with the principal again, and maybe even the police.”
Will said those words with fear, and was amused when Warren appeared unbothered. He supposed he was used to the words “trouble” and “police.”
“So, I’m offering a peace treaty. What do you say?”
Will extended his hand out to the bully. Warren stared at his hand as though it were diseased, and then turned back to his book.
“Pass.”
Will was stunned, and slowly let his hand fall back to his side. Somehow, he had truly believed that Warren would want to put the violence behind him.
Will forgot all about his iPod and spent the rest of the detention time staring at his desk, becoming more and more angry with every passing minute. When the bell finally rang, Warren quickly left his seat. Will growled under his breath and hastily gathered his things before following Warren out of the room.
“Warren!” Will yelled when they were out of the school. The quiet boy turned around, startled. “What is your problem?” he demanded. With those words he charged toward Warren, tackling him to the ground, throwing punch after furious punch. Warren, too surprised to react, let Will attack him freely.
Will soon felt the hands of several teachers around him, pulling him back. One of them held his hands behind his back tightly, and he felt like a criminal, just like the boy in front of him on the ground.
“Will!” Layla cried as she hurried toward the sight. She had waited for Will during his detention and her eyes were wide with fright at the scene before her. “What is going on?”
Will jerked out of the teacher’s grasp and started walking away from everyone. Layla was the only one who followed him. “Will!” she kept on calling after him. “What do you think you’re doing? Do you have any idea what is going to happen now? Are you not thinking about the consequences of your actions?”
Will turned to her suddenly. They were now far away from the stairs where Will had tackled Warren, at the edge of the lawn. “Layla, stop it,” he said.
Layla glared at him with furious green eyes.
He sighed. “We need to break up.”
He avoided looking at Layla's horrified face, and instead noticed the teachers shouting at Warren with excessive force, inches from his face. The expression on Warren's face was shocked and vulnerable, and wide-eyed Will couldn't help but look at anyone but him.