Inside the Fire Book One in the Warden's Series by Heather Glidewell Page A

always think that it will be something
magical, that there is some secret to it that nobody has ever told
us. We don’t realize that it’s clumsy and unprepared, or we have no
idea what the Hell we are doing so there is a lot of twisting and
contorting just to figure it out.
    My first wasn’t like what was in my head, I
just wanted to be rid of the purity, and something in me forced me
to act on it. My consequence occurred about a week after. When
Jeremy dumped me for another girl that went to his school leaving
me feeling pretty vulnerable and very pissed off.
    So what was I going to do now? There is no
way that what happened last night was how Wesley dreamed it would
be. Instead of instilling the morals my mother had tried so hard to
get me to believe I went with the dark force and I took something
beautiful from him.
    After what seemed like an eternity the bell
rang. I went to gather my things when I felt a hand on the small of
my back. The touch sent chills through my body and my fingers
itched and grew cold. I clutched my fists together, I would have to
get used to my fingers turning icy.
    “I regret nothing.” He said in my ear. I
turned to look at him and his arms encircled me in a hug. “I do not
regret being with you.” He repeated.
    I said nothing just let him hold me, comfort
and ease ran through my body and the ice subsided. There was no way
he could have read how I felt. Then again maybe the way I was
acting caused him to think that it was the reason for my sudden
silence.
    “Are you sure?” I asked him quietly my
nerves about to explode.
    “I am certain.” He said smiling and kissed
me on the nose. “You’re my girl, why would I regret being with the
most beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on.”
    Flattery could very well get this boy very
far.
    I was far from the most beautiful girl
anyone had ever laid eyes on. It made me feel good though that
someone felt that way about me. I had never heard those words said
to me before. They were so simple but held so much emotion.
    When he pulled away I threw my bag over my
shoulder and took his hand, the warmth radiated through me. How
come he had been so cold the first days I met him but so hot now?
Did he have some horrible disease I needed to know about?
    He walked me to my next class and kissed me
softly before letting my hand go. He watched me enter and take my
seat, his eyes never leaving mine. The kiss I had received had not
gone un-noticed as several of the girls were glaring at me as I
walked by. If only their looks could kill. I gave him a weak wave
when I took my seat and he walked away from the door to his class
across the hall.
    “You and Wesley huh?” The girl in front of
me asked turning around and looking at me.
    “Yeah, I guess so.” I laughed.
    “You are the first girl he’s paid attention
to. Wonder what makes you so special.” She kept her straight face
and her eyes narrowed.
    “I don’t know.” I said softly as she turned
back around and ignored me the rest of the class period.
    He was outside my classroom when the bell
rang offering to take my bag the moment I hit the door. He walked
me to all my classes that day. Since it was a small school the
classrooms are rather close together. He met me at the door at the
end of each one as well. I was not used to dating someone that went
to my school so this was all new to me. I wasn’t sure what the
custom was for this. Holding hands in the hallway didn’t seem
normal and people kept staring at the two of us.
    I am not sure if it was the girls that were
jealous because he was with me or if it was the fact I looked
different than them. Wesley is what I would consider normal; blue
jeans with t-shirts or button downs, and nice shoes that had no
dirt on them. I, on the other hand, am not what is considered
normal; black vintage shirts with black jeans or a skirt, black
combat boots or my favorite black Vans.
    Our appearances didn’t mesh. In fact the two
of us together could boarder on