The Spirit of Fire

Chapter Three- Wednesday, January 28th, 2014

"Good morning gorgeous," Jeremy said, waking me up from my deep sleep. I smiled and looked over at him. His brown hair was a mess from the long night before.

"Good morning," I replied quickly, stretching out on my stomach. I leaned on my elbows and arched my back. Jeremy brushed his fingers down my back, tracing my spine. I closed my eyes as he traced patterns along my back, shoulders, and neck.

Someone knocked on the door. "Who is it?" Jeremy called. I heard my door hit the wall. I looked over to see Jeremy sitting up, the black satin sheets pooling around his hips. The bed curtain flew open, sending waves of light into the bed. "Danny, Becky," Jeremy greeted.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" Danny exclaimed furiously.

Becky snickered behind him. "He probably laid the virgin whore," she sneered.

Anger ripped through my chest. 'This bitch is getting on my nerves,' I thought bitterly. I closed my eyes and sighed. 'And I'm not a virgin; I haven't been one for over two years.'

Jeremy smirked. I grinned as I realized that he read my thoughts.

Someone cleared their throat. "Becky, Danny, leave. This is not your room," Mark's voice echoed through my room. "You cannot barge in just because you heard someone else's voice." He stated harshly. I snickered to myself. "Storm, don't think you're off the hook. Both of you, get dressed, then come downstairs. " Mark pulled Becky and Danny out of the room, closing the door behind them.

I looked at Jeremy as he looked at me. We both started laughing hysterically. I rolled over, pulling the sheets over my bare chest. Jeremy leaned down and kissed my forehead. "We should probably get up so we don't get chastised again." I said as I sat up and threw my legs over the side of the bed. Jeremy wrapped his arms around my waist, leaving a trail of kisses from one shoulder to the other.

I laughed as I pulled out of Jeremy's grip. He whimpered softly and gave me the puppy eyes. I pulled a short black dress with bell sleeves and a white Ankh design on the front out of my closet. Jeremy tossed me a black bra, along with a black thong. I slid them on, followed by the dress. When I turned around, Jeremy was standing next to the bed, wearing jeans, a band t-shirt, and a button down shirt.

"We're from two different worlds, you know that right?" I asked, walking to my dresser.

As I pulled a pair of stockings out of the top drawer, Jeremy's arms encircled my waist. He rested his head on my shoulder. "I wish we were from the same world." He replied, kissing the base of my neck.

I smiled. "I know," I whispered back, a wave of guilt flooding over me. This didn't feel right, it wasn't right. I pulled away from Jeremy, sat down at my desk, and pulled my stockings up my legs. Jeremy was watching me, trying to read my thoughts, but I blocked him out. "We should head downstairs." I stated, standing up. I grabbed a pair of black platform boots from my shoe rack, holding them in one hand, while I grabbed my phone and keys with the other. Jeremy grabbed his phone and keys off my dresser, then followed me downstairs.

When we got into the kitchen, Mark, Danny, Becky, Walter, and to my surprise, Jakob, were all standing and talking. They all turned to look at me. "Storm, go to school. We'll talk about this later." Mark stated as I sat down at the kitchen table.

I scoffed. "Sure, whatever," I leaned down and pulled my boots on. Danny sat next to me, watching me. I brushed my hair back out of my eyes. As my sleeve slid up my arm, revealing a scarred and cut up wrist, Danny's mind went crazy. 'Did I cause her to break? Did Becky and I cause her to cut again?'

I sighed and stood up. With all eyes on me, I walked out the back door. I unlocked my truck as I jumped down the side steps. When I reached my truck, I threw the driver side door open and climbed in. I slammed the door shut behind me, shaking the truck. Truculently, I shoved the key into the ignition. I started the truck, threw it into first gear, and took off down the driveway. Anger roared inside of me as I headed to school.

When I pulled into the school parking lot, I saw two of the girls from my old clique: Brooke and Lydia Evans. Brooke was a metahuman, while Lydia was a fellow Wiccan. I pulled my truck into the parking space next to their Jeep Wrangler. As I grabbed my keys and phone and hopped out of the truck, a blue orb appeared in front of me. I looked at Lydia, seriousness flashing across my face. The blue orb disappeared.

"Don't use your powers in front of humans." I hissed.

Lydia rolled her eyes. "I don't understand why we can't use our powers. If we did, we could be at the top of the social hierarchy!" She exclaimed.

Brooke spoke up. "Actually, we could use our powers to get good grades, memorize stuff for tests, and avoid getting into trouble." She stated, throwing her bag onto her shoulder. I shrugged as we started walking to the school. Kids stood outside the main doors, some were smoking while others played hacky sack. Brooke, Lydia, and I walked past them. One of the guys whistled sharply.

"Stop musing Rylan," I called, not bothering to turn and look to see who it was. Brooke and Lydia snickered.

As we walked into the school, I made a very memorable impression. Barely anyone in the school has ever seen me wear a dress. Mouths dropped as I walked down the hallway, flanked by Brooke and Lydia. Guys mused over the sight, while girls just scowled and criticized.

"Miss O'Kale," Headmaster Walter's thick British accent sounded through the hallway. "Where are you going dressed in such an outrageous and inappropriate fashion?"

I turned to him and smiled. "Since when was it any of your concern as to where I'm going." I replied, sweetness and sarcasm rolling off my tongue.

"Storm!" Mark called. I looked over my shoulder to see Mark, my friend Luke, Danny, and Jakob walking towards me.

Headmaster Walker sighed. "This is my school, Miss O'Kale, not yours."

I scoffed. "Oh well, you're not the fashion police. You cannot tell me what I can or cannot wear. It's called the First Amendment!"

The Headmaster's eyes darkened. "My office, now." He growled.