Hey, guys! I'm back!
I'm in the process of writing this story and wanted to get some interest in it before I posted it. So I will include some tid bits of the story below and I would love to know how you guys feel about it. Can't wait to hear from you guys!
I felt the bus screech to a halt and barely resisted bashing my brains against the glass window. I bit into my lip to keep the words I wanted to say inside my head, didn't need a trip to the principals office before I even actually stepped foot onto school grounds. I pulled one headphone out of my ear, catching the last bit of an apology from our lovely bus driver. I settled around in my seat, casting a glance up as I heard the bus doors open. I nearly fell over in my seat when a gorgeous specimen of a man stepped onto the bus. He had long dark chocolate hair that just grazed his chin and there was a thick red stripe down the side. On anyone one else it would have looked ridiculous but it just somehow worked on him.
He stalked up the isles, his arms swaying slightly in his tight black leather jacket — much like the one I was wearing. He came to a stop in front of me and I barely resisted the groan that wanted to come out of my mouth. He was even more beautiful up close.
"You're in my seat" he growled, his dark hazel eyes practically glowing.
I smirked, "I don't see your name anywhere" I tilted my head to the side, watching as his eyes got even darker with anger. By now the entire bus had quieted down to gape and stare at us like fish out of water.
He flicked his wrists and both of them lit up in flames, the glowing fire slowly crawling up his arms like how the shadows would crawl across my floor as the sun went down. I could feel the heat coming off of his arms and I barely resisted a shiver of pleasure. This was clearly supposed to scare me off.
Guess again, Hotshot.
I grinned darkly, snapping my fingers. My entire hand went up like a wild fire, the only difference being that my flames were a startling shade of ebony black. You could hear the slow crackling of my flame retardant leather jacket as the dark flames crawled up my arm. Telling by the collective gasp from everyone on the bus, they weren't expecting their to be another Pyrokinetic, much less one as rare as a Black Flame Pyrokinetic.
I thoroughly enjoyed the slack jawed expression on Hot Head's face, all though if he was gonna keep his mouth open like that my mind was gonna go south into dangerous territory.
I know it's not much but I'm still working hard on it and don't want to give too much away. Can't wait to finish it and start posting :)