His Temptation (18+)

Chapter 1: The Zealot's Daughter

As she made her way down the hallway toward her history class, Francesca Ramsey (who casually went by Frankie) watched and studied her classmates. She often thought of them as raucous, hormonal and impure teenagers that she knew better than to socialize with.

Her father would never allow her to dress like the other girls, wear makeup or fraternize with boys the way they did. She was supposed to be better than that. She was a good, devout, studious girl that only worried about her grades, her father, and her religion.

Nothing meant more to Frankie than her faith.

She swore up and down that she would never betray God and that she would devote her life to Him. Praying was a large part of her after school life as her father did not allow her to take up any sports or join any clubs. He didn't allow her to do anything really. He had strict rules for Frankie that prevented her from having any sort of life of her own.

Frankie never resented her father for this. It was all she knew. She was taught that religion was everything and if she ever strayed away from the holy bible, she would find herself suffering for eternity in the fiery pit.

Nothing horrified Frankie more than this.

She watched her way in the hall, making sure her path was clear. She didn't want to bump into anyone or accidentally brush up against a boy. Her father made it very clear that touching boys was a grievous sin. Because of this, the school hallways stressed her out everyday from class to class.

Watching the girls in the shortest skirts, the tightest pants and heaviest makeup made Frankie feel like she stood out like a sore thumb. She often wore loose blouses, dresses that reached below her knees and cardigans that covered her shoulders. Her wardrobe wouldn't have her being asked to partake in Fashion Week any time soon but she liked dressing modest.

Even if others found her weird for it.

As she rounded a corner, Frankie was shocked. Out of nowhere, a basketball flew toward her face and knocked her in the side of her head. She fell to the ground and it forced her to drop her books. She quickly pushed her wavy, brown hair out of her face and tried to regain her composure.

Making his way over towards her was Wyatt Walker.

The closer he got, the taller he seemed.

Wyatt was a boy on the school's basketball team. Incredibly handsome and very popular amongst their peers. He was a senior as well as Frankie and he had a twin sister in their grade named Maddie.

Wyatt and Maddie were exactly the type of people that Frankie avoided. They were rumored to be promiscuous, they drank alcohol at parties, dressed immodestly everyday and indulged in social media.

All such things were banned in the Ramsey household.

Wyatt's hair was thick and black. He tried to wear it neatly but it would usually get messy before first period. His eyes were gray but depending on the day, they would take on a pale cerulean hue.

Frankie had noticed Wyatt before. She always thought he was handsome but she pushed all such thoughts of him aside. She knew she wasn't supposed to have an interest in boys.

Wyatt and Frankie didn't exchange a single word as he gathered her papers and she picked up her books. Wyatt quickly looked through the stack of papers in his hands and was impressed by her high marks. He was skating by on C's with the occasional B here and there.

Frankie snatched the papers from him and stuffed them in a folder. When Wyatt went to grab her arm, she avoided it strategically which he immediately found odd.

"Are you good?" He asked.

"Don't touch me," she said harshly.

Wyatt furrowed his eyebrows as he got up from the ground.