Frost and Flame

Frost and Flame

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"Dusty Arlington," he sways my Valentino Rockstud bag back and forth with a playful tone lacing his voice, "who would've thought that New York's finest could kick butt?" His tall, lean stature stands against the bricked-wall of alleyway. I carefully keep my distance from him, knowing very well that I couldn't unexpectedly send a whirl of razor-sharp icicles his way. He doesn't know that I'm a super, after all. After regaining a steady breath, I cautiously walk over to the figure, in maroon spandex suit, to grab my nude-pink, leather purse. "Yeah well, it's not like you were any help." I hastily hurry off to get away from him when suddenly, I sense the intense heat emitting from his body alongside me. "So, what could a simple villain do to get a date with the heiress?" I stop in my tracks and let out chuckle, "unfortunately for you, fireball , the only man I'll ever love is Valentino Garavani." "We'll see about that." The mysterious boy sends me a wink through his deep, maroon colored mask and within the blink of an eye, he disappears into the New York night sky. Golden sparks, soaring higher than the highest skyscraper, forms the shape of a heart. My breath hitches in my throat for the second time that night, knowing it could only be the work of the New-York's newly resident villain. "First, a forced engagement to my childhood rival and now this?" Disbelief clouds my mind, "Looks like this heroine has her work cut out for her." I mutter helplessly to myself.
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He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself. ---------- "Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face. "No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath. "Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly. "Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face. "How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes. "I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle. "You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks. "Well, I know you will keep me safe." "Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me. "You haven't hurt me." "Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.

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