It Is Just The Beginning

Chapter 4 - His Dangerous Entrance

Colette POV

"No regrets?! What are you talking about? That saying can only go so far, Paris! It isn't a good thing, you added to her worries!" Paris made me furious thinking everything was O.K.

Blue eyes.

"Well it's a learning lesson so why not?"

Light brown hair.

"Who is the victim right now? Who is the one hurting? Mrs. Clem! You should treat others nicely so they feel bad for treating you like a kid. Not the other way around. As a matter of fact, you were acting like a kid so might as well get treated like one, right? Or is it ... no regrets?!" I am furious. Why is she being so selfish? Does she think she is better or what?

Oh my goodness! That boy again.

Paris POV

Everyone is staring at us at the lunch table. What is up with her?! Usually she would cope me through this nicely. Not getting all pissed. Colette is different. Does she have anxiety too? *tongue click* or naw!

"Dude what is up with you lately! why are you getting so irritated and distracted? You don't seem as happy. Do you want to talk about it?"

"I'm fine, I'm just ... Idk!"

Colette POV

Paris is a good friend, she really is. She cares about me and what I'm thinking. She can just annoy me sometimes.

I really want to tell her what's going on but... I don't know what's going on, myself. I don't know what I'm feeling. Am I anxious? Am I tired? Am I stressed?

What do I keep thinking of this boy? Where did I see him?

Whatever! I have to stop this. Why am I doing this to myself?

Paris and I get up, empty lunch trays in hand. We walk to the kitchen to go return the trays. As we get there, I stop Paris, "I have to tell you something."

"Ok, go ahead."

"Well, I don't know wha-"

The kitchen bursts into orange, yellow, and red flames. We were so close, but far enough to the point of cheeks getting singed and Paris' purple cardigan turning brown.

Everyone in the cafeteria watch us fall to the ground in awe and fear. Once they realize what is actually happening, they jump out of their seats and squeal like a bunch of scared pigs knowing they have seconds to live.

I watch the double doors fly open, being filled with fearful teenagers running away from this fire, from us. Not a single person willing to help because their instinct is selfish. No selflessness for one second.

My head hurts so bad that I can barely see, oh wait, that's the dark, black smoke thickening the air. I feel weak, I feel paralyzed. I can barely move. I'm shivering. Shivering? I'm in the middle if a fire! What the heck!

I don't dare look back at the flames. I'm on my stomach. My feet closest to the flames. I keep staring at the door, waiting patiently for the firefighters.

Wait! WHERE IS PARIS!? I look back and see her unconscious. I'm not surprised. She was never very strong, physically. Her cardigan is on the ground, shriveled up. Her back has 3rd degree burns. She probably fainted.

I muster up all of the energy to pull her up before me so that she is farther away from the flame. As I'm using all of my strength, I see that my thigh is sizzling. My jeans are burned through as well as my skin. A few layers actually. My skin is charcoal black with fiery red blood squirting out like its desperate for oxygen.

I'm getting so frightened! Why can't Paris wake up. I need someone to help me! I'm loosing too much blood. I am laying in a puddle of my own blood.

I look back up at the door. Waiting for firefighters. Waiting for someone. Waiting for someone to care.

My vision gets blurry. Not from the smoke, but from my gigantic loss of blood. I hear the double doors burst open. The firefighters? I hear coughing. It couldn't be the firefighters. I look up to see him. Him, standing right in front of me.

I can barely see but the one thing I can see are his sky blue eyes staring into mine, "ARE YOU OK! IM GOing..to..help.....you!" I all of a sudden feel satisfied as I fight to stay awake a few minutes longer know he is still in my presence. My eyes flutter. I try to fight my tiredness, soarness. My energy dies as I die with it.