Fire by Kate (different ereaders TXT) 📖

to see your Barbie, I bet she misses you.” Blazed glared at me as if I knew something that he thought I didn’t, oh foolish boy. I know everything.

“Who?” He looked puzzled, then a wall of realization hit him and his eyes widen. I heard a knock on the door then put all of energy to visualize who it is. Oh speak of the she devil herself. I slide off Blaze’s lap as Trey opened the door to let the Barbie in.

“Blaze! You aren’t at school… who is she,” Barbie’s voice went from happy to disgusted. I don’t get how he could kiss her, she looks like plastic. Her skin covered in fake tan, makeup overrunning her face. Skirts 3 sizes too short, heel’s ten feet off the ground. See I’m a simple dresser, loose shirts, but that the ones that don’t show my amazing figure, skinny jeans, sandals or regular shoes like vans. I’m not much for heels, being my clumsy self would fall every two minutes. Shaking myself back to reality I ignore Barbie’s scowling and got off the window seat for her to sit. Immediately after that I earned respect from her, not like I wanted it. People like her don’t see how arrogant they are, they don’t see how people would accept them if they didn’t wear ten pounds of makeup.

“You seem like a cheerleader type, very long black hair almost down to your waist, awesome figure, not pale, but not tan. A little makeup and I heard boys talking about what an amazing ass you have,” Barbie spoke up in admiration that I didn’t want. I saw Blaze tense when she said ‘I heard boys talking about what an amazing ass you have,’ and I don’t blame him.
chapter three.... school is becoming a kidnapping center, what is this?

“So, if I try out, you’ll let me on the team,” I asked in my really happy hopeful voice, almost as if I was a cheerleader. If I’m a cheerleader at least that’s somewhat normal. Her face lit up with joy, and ran over to me taking my hands in hers.

“I WOULD DEFFINATLY LET YOU ON THE TEAM, YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE ON THE TEAM!” I look over at Blaze amused by his dumbfounded face.

“Let’s go to school, I bet all the no bodies are wondering where their awesome queen is,” I said pretending to be her loyal friend, ahh all this is part of my master pain. She grabbed my arm joyfully tugging me out of the house, I wave ‘bye’ to Blaze.
Once we reached school, after a drive in the car singing along to random songs, I got out with her. We were acting like best friends, and she believed everything I said. Things like, nerds are just so gross. Books are too wordy, if we needed them so much why do we computers and a lot of arrogant things like that. Walking into the hallways everyone was starring at me with obvious envy, 1. I’m with the queen, and 2. They think I’m pretty (which I’m not). Barbie just rolled her eyes at the them and I walked by her emotionless.

“You’re name is Marissa right,” I asked her hoping she’ll actually talk.

“Yup, and you are Elizabeth, I’m going to call you El,” she said back not looking at ether sides of her.
“Well, I’ll see you are practice right,” I questioned hoping for an easy ‘yes’.

“Yes.”

“Good,” I said half heartedly. Walking of the opposite way with my head down I run into a wall, then look up at a boy grinning. Rolling my eyes I walk around him, until he grabs my arm.

“Opp, yah I almost forgot to say sorry,” I murmured smiling a crooked smile, uneasy at his touch wishing it was Blaze’s hand.

“You’re mine now,” he said, my eyes widen. My normal life is not going to happen, I thought to myself. I try to wiggle my arm loose from his hand. It doesn’t budge, oh god I don’t want to start a commotion. I sigh, and try again with a little more force. Nothing…

“Let go please,” I tell him in an ice cold tone. He shakes his head definitely not letting go anytime soon. I felt my skin start to heat up and his hand quickly left my arm. Claiming myself it slowly goes back to room temperature, oh great now I’m like a food. I felt his mouth next to my ear.

“What the hell are you,” he whispered in a serious tone. I was about to say something went he put his hand on my mouth and started to drag me. I saw Blaze in the corner of my eye and bite down on the hand.

“Blaze,” I yelled but it was muffled by the hand, but he heard it apparently because now he is looking straight at me. I began to relax knowing he was coming until the school doors close in front of me between my foot, I let out a small yelp and could feel Blaze going faster than humanly possible. Showoff, I thought to myself. How can I be thinking like this when I’m in this situation?Starring down at my foot, I began to get mad at this random kidnapper. I poured my power out of me and he’s grasped left me and I heard him scream. Soon enough Blaze was next to me starring at me in horror. I look down at my feet and studied the one what got closed on, it was healing already.

“I’m going to the foster home,” I say softly, then began to back up, turned on my heel and walked down the stairs. I bit my lip, as pain shot up my foot. Half way out of the parking lot, I felt a cold hand grasp my neck. Great, the kidnapper again. I twirl around to face him, anger lingering around me.

“What do you want,” I ask in an ice cold tone, and fire appearing in my eyes.

“You,” he simply answered, and I was about to answer him with something smart ass, when Blaze’s voice boomed from behind the kidnapper.

“Well she is mine.” To which I thought to myself, I’m not the last piece of pizza. I roll my eyes and pray off the kidnapper’s hand off my neck. The kidnapper looks right at me slowly releasing me.

“Well who do you belong to?” I look at the kidnapper for a second, and then at Blaze for a minute, and my answer is obvious. I stare at them some more, and then I grabbed Blazes wrist pulling him into the school through the front door. I felt the kidnapper’s glare burning through my back, in a bad way, as if it were truly happening. Since I was thinking rather than paying attention to Blaze I hadn’t realize I was the one being dragged now.

“So you are mine.” I look over at Blaze who was smiling comfortably.

“Yes, I am, but you are also mine. By the way why did I want to go to school again,” I ask him, but I could tell he didn’t listen to the second part I rolled my eyes as I saw his smile brighten.

“I’m yours,” he murmurs quietly then pulled me into a room not being used. I look at him confused and anxious at the same time. What an odd feeling, I thought to myself. My look vanished when he kissed me, I felt like I was melting into water. Which is ironic because, apparently I’m goddess of fire. Vigorously I kissed back loving the way his lips felt on mine. I felt an appearance come near so I pull back, disappointed of our rude interruption. My eyes quickly found their way to the door, which was now being opened. I sigh in relief when Marissa came in with a uniform. She strutted over to me, using a walk that was suppose to mean ‘I’m sexy’ but it looks like she has something in her pants, well uh, skirt.

chapter four- this means war.

“Hey babe, oh and El here’s your uniform.” Marissa was now standing next to us. I’m going to love playing with her.

“Oh, I…um… forgot to say I wasn’t going to be on the cheerleading team anyways,” I say in my confused cheerleader voice. In the corner of my eye I saw his eyes, clearly he was enjoying this. Marissa grunted and threw the uniform on the ground. Frustrated she twirled and was standing in front of Blaze now.

“Blaze tell her to stop being dumb, and you get to meet my parents today!” Blaze’s eyes shot open wider and he looked over to me for help. Smirking I shook my head and backed up a little. Blaze took a look at me then at Marissa, and then he let out a giant sigh.

“Marissa, I don’t want to date you.” My smirk widen as the Barbie when mad and kept hitting Blaze, enough though it wouldn’t hurt him. I’m pretty sure it’s hurting her more than him.

"YOU," she exclaimed and pointed at me then continued," you're why he broke up with me, you little--." Rolling my eyes I nodded. I guess I am the reason MY Blaze broke up with her. I look over at Blaze again and he looked annoyed slowly he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room. I wonder how she found us in this room.

“Want to skip school,” I ask Blaze now pulling him towards the school’s front door. He gave me a nod and I push on the door opening it. I was wearing a smile that reached my eyes, I say was because in front of us was the kidnapper. My grip on Blaze’s hand was tightened and my muscles became tense. I thought he left. Blaze and the kidnapper fought. At first Blaze was winning but now the kidnapper had him pinned to the floor, Blaze looked like he couldn’t get out of it. I felt my anger boiling up because this stupid person wouldn’t let me go. Suddenly he screamed