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

the lines of creepy. Who’s getting
the most from the paring? I had a feeling I would have a different
reputation at this school before the year was over.
    ***
    Before I knew it the day was over and we
were walking hand in hand to the parking lot. He had insisted on
taking my bag from me and had slung it over his shoulder with his
cinched securely to his back. It had been a pretty good day though
I was still ignored by the student body I felt at ease. I had
Wesley after all; he had called me “his girl”.
    “You coming over?” He asked when we got to
my car.
    I nodded. “Yeah I told my mom, she’s cool
with it.”
    His arms were around me holding me close. I
didn’t want him to move, but I knew that if he didn’t we would
never leave this parking lot. Other students were already staring
at us in amusement. Maybe because he towered over me by almost a
foot or the fact that a normal looking boy was draped all over a
not so normal looking girl and it confused them. Heaven forbid
something different happen in their little world.
    “Alright, follow me then.” He kissed me once
more. I think for the enjoyment of the spectators then for any
other reason.
    He let me go, and I got into my car, my
heart was racing as I put the keys in the ignition. He drove a
Camaro, white with dark tint on the windows. This was the type of
car that made my mouth water if only I had the money. I drove a
four door Plymouth hatchback; at least my car was black. When he
started his car it pulsated through your body making your teeth
chatter when my car started it sounded like… well it didn’t sound
like that.
    He didn’t live far from the school, but far
enough to where he would have to drive in order to make it to class
on time. He pulled into the driveway of a white two story house.
One of the older homes on the outskirts of Midvale. Getting out of
my car I was amazed by the beauty of the surrounding land. A field
that was open in the back, flowers blooming in every corner. I was
never big on flowers but this was me turning a new leaf, I could
get used to them.
    “Your place is amazing” I marveled as he
walked towards me from the detached garage.
    “We moved here after my mom died.” He said
motioning for me to follow him inside. “My dad needed a change of
scenery so we packed up and moved here last summer.” He took his
keys from his pocket and fiddled with the door.
    “My sister would a friend’s house after
school and my dad won’t be home till late so we have the place to
ourselves.” He said giving me a slight subject change. “I usually
get a few hours to myself every afternoon to meditate.” He gave me
a big smile and opened the back door. “By meditate I mean play
video games.”
    I rolled my eyes. It seemed this was the
most socially acceptable method of bonding. They played video games
with headphones and a microphone so they could talk to the other
players. That was what a phone was for, calling your friends.
    “I’m sorry to hear about your mother.” I
said as I entered into the largest kitchen I had ever seen.
    The whole room was spick and span, not even
a dust bunny in the corner. It almost looked like the room had
never been used, all the stainless steel fixtures sparkling not a
finger print in sight.
    “We have a maid that comes twice a week,
there is nothing in this house that looks like it’s ever been
touched.” He said looking back at me as he put his bag down and
hung his keys on the hook on the wall labeled Wes.
    How the Hell does he know what I’m
thinking?
    “Don’t worry about my mother, she was very
sick. We all knew that it was coming, I just made peace with the
whole idea before my father did.” He wrapped his arms around me and
nuzzled my neck with his nose. “Want to see the rest of the house?”
I nodded, and he led me out of the kitchen and into a hallway.
    There were pictures of him and his sister
everywhere on the walls. She was a smaller version of him from the
color of their