Requested by SpaceEggos. Sorry, it's a bit longer than the others, and I also posted early.

Connor never knew how he exactly acquired the...talent to light his hair on fire. It had just happened.

He remembered he was about 13, about the time he had started to smoke weed, and he had come home and his father had found his stash of weed he'd hidden under his bed. As Larry started to yell at him, Connor had felt a flicker of heat radiate from his hair and through his body as the anger welled up inside of him.

He ended up burning down the house that day.

Not purposely of course, he didn't mean it. Or maybe, somewhere deep down, he had. He couldn't quite remember.

As Connor walked out of his bedroom and down the stairs, he thought about that day, and frowned. His parents tried the best they could to help him keep his emotions in check, but he couldn't the anger inside forever. One day it's all gonna come out, and if he burns down the Earth, then so be it.

The human race can go suck it anyways.

He sat at the kitchen table across from Zoe and stared at his bowl of cereal with a lifeless expression. Cynthia came over and poured some milk on top of it, giving him the fakest smile he'd ever seen.

"Come on, Connor. It's your senior year, and I'm going to do all I can to make sure you don't miss the first day," Cynthia said, and Connor just rolled his eyes.

"Mom, I already said I'd go tomorrow," he said with a hint of rebelliousness, feeling the heat already radiating off his long, wavy hair. When he was 13, against all of his mother's wishes, he had decided to grow out his hair so it reached his shoulders. This had only made Cynthia more cautious of the amount of damage Connor could do if he ever lashed out.

"Look at him," Larry added, his face hidden behind a newspaper. "He's not even listening. He's probably high."

"He's definitely high," Zoe almost laughed carelessly. Was this all just a joke to her?

"Fuck you," Connor yelled, glaring at Zoe, although she was right.

"Fuck you!" Zoe glared back, but flinched away at the sight of Connor's now bright red ombré hair.

Cynthia ran to her son's aid and tried to touch his shoulder comfortingly but he was burning hot. "Connor, please calm down. We don't need this now...please."

Connor rolled his eyes again, but he can feel himself cooling down enough that Cynthia allowed herself to smile. "I mean, you're not high...right?" She asked with a little hope, but Connor gave her a not so promising look. She facepalmed. "I don't want you going to school high, Connor!"

"Well perfect, so then I won't go, thanks mom!" Connor smiled sarcastically, grabbing his messenger bag and slamming the front door behind him.

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He made the same, loud entrance as he walked into the high school, pushing the double doors hard enough that they slammed against the brick wall with two loud bangs. The big noise scared most of the people that were standing near him, which was exactly what he was going for.

As he stomped through the hallway, most people walked away or looked at the floor in fear. Everyone knew who he was, they all knew what he could do. He was the guy who burned down a house with a single scream.

He was dangerous. And Connor liked the feeling of power he held over them.

He pushed past a couple of kids with his still warm hands, and went to open his locker, but someone was blocking his way. Actually more like two people, the last two people Connor wanted to see at that moment.

"Hey, Connor, I'm loving the hair as always," Jared Kleinman smirked, crossing his arms and nudging the boy, Evan, that was standing next to him. "Very...devil in the fiery pits of hell, you know?" Jared started laughing like a maniac, but Connor just stared at him, deadpan. "It was a joke, dude," Jared chuckled.

Connor shot him a withering glance. "Yeah, no it was so funny, I'm laughing, can't you tell? Am I not laughing hard enough for you?"

Jared just shrugged it off. "Freak," he laughed nervously, and walked away, leaving Evan alone with Connor, although Evan didn't seem to notice, he was to busy whispering into his backpack. What is with this kid? Connor thought.

"What the hell do you want?" He glared at Evan, and the boy shrank away nervously. Connor thought he saw Evan whisper something behind him into his backpack again.

"What? What did you say? Into your backpack?" Connor eyes shot daggers at the smaller boy.

Evan shook his head vigorously, his eyes wide. "I...I don't know what you're..."

"You have a recorder don't you? You're recording this so you can post it online, so the whole world can know how much of a freak I am?" Connor felt himself start to heat up, and from the look in Evan's eyes, Connor knew the boy felt it too. Connor pushed the him against the lockers, leaving black burn marks in the shape of his hands on Evan's shirt.

"You think I'm the freak? Well I'm not the freak," he leaned in close so he could whisper in Evan's ear. A piece of bright, burning hot yellow hair fell in Connor's face and lightly brushed Evan's cheek, causing the boy to cry out in pain. "You're the fucking freak!" Connor shoved Evan once more and stormed away, leaving the boy in tears on the floor.

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Evan looked at himself in the bathroom mirror, tears falling down his cheeks like a waterfall. He looked at the black scorch marks on his brand new shirt, and touched the burn wound on his cheek lightly only to wince in pain. Another burn mark means another lie he'll have to tell his mom. He really should stop trying to talk to Connor, it's like playing with fire. Almost literally.

He dug through his backpack to pull out a potted plant, which he set on the bathroom counter. After looking around the bathroom to make sure he was alone, he leaned down.

"I'm sorry you had to see that," he whispered to the plant. And almost instantly, he felt the plant send a very soft almost nonexistent sound wave to him,  which he only he could hear, and Evan translated it into: Its okay. Are you feeling better?

It was a strange phenomenon, being able to communicate with not only people, but with plants as well. Evan liked it, it was his little secret. Not even his mother knew, and thankfully no one in school knew either. He didn't want to end up like Connor, with everyone staring at him like he was crazy all the time. It didn't sound fun.

Evan nodded. "I'll be fine." He sat down on the floor, holding the plant in his hands and smiling at it affectionately. It was the only thing he actually felt comfortable talking to, and he needed a good friend right about now.

You like him don't you? The plant says, and Evan could have sworn that the plant tilted the tiniest bit forward, as if it were looking down at the ground.

Evan sighed. "Why else do you think I try talking to him?"

The plant laughed, and Evan cracked a small smile, which turned into a frown when he heard the bathroom door swing open.

Connor walked briskly through the door, his hair still a fifty shades of bright red and orange, smoke coming from his sweatshirt. He stopped abruptly to look down at Evan who was still sprawled on the floor.

"What the hell, Hansen?" Connor grumbled, raising an eyebrow.

Evan, say something! the plant almost yelled but Evan was speechless. He got caught.

"I...um..."

"Answer the goddamned question!" Connor's voice raised in volume and the plant in Evan's hands shrank down in fear. "What is that?" Connor pointed a burning finger to the ceramic pot.

"It's...please don't...let me explain," Evan practically whispered.

"Fine then," Connor crossed his arms defiantly. "Explain."

Evan slowly got up off the floor, not daring to look Connor in the eye. "I...can talk to plants," Evan looked down at the plant, squeezing the pot for support.

Keep going, the plant looked up at him. He needs more.

"Like...how you're hair lights on fire, it's...kinda hard to explain," Evan shuffled his feet, trying to blink back tears. "Please...please don't hurt me," he sobbed, and squeezed his eyes shut, ready for the burning sensation he'd felt numerous times before.

There was a long, scary moment of silence where Connor just stood there, watching Evan flinch away from him, like every other person in this shitty high school. Connor could punch the boy in the face with a burning hit hand the same temperature as a preheated oven, and probably kill him or at the very least severely hurt him. Or he could not.

"Cool," Connor finally shrugged, and he felt himself cooling down.

Evan opened his eyes cautiously, and watched in awe as Connor's hair slowly turned back to its original chocolate brown, something neither of then had seen in a long time. "Yeah...yeah what you said," Evan smiled slightly, still speechless.

"Do you maybe wanna hang out? Sometime?" Connor asked, leaning his hand on the sink counter. He looked down to see that he wasn't burning the wood, and he sighed in relief.

"That'd be...actually I...wait I mean..." Evan blushed lightly.

Say yes, he heard the plant start to chant.

"...yes," Evan said, and the plant cheered.

"Cool, now if you don't mind I came in here to use the bathroom," Connor squeezed past the boy and into one of the stalls, locking it.

Can someone teach me how to end oneshots better? Because I physically can't.

I always feel like Connor never gets a good POV in these kinds of scenarios, so now he does. What did you think?

Yeah, so if y'all got any more requests, I'd be more than happy to fulfill them. Thanks a bunch.