Burning Desire:
I'll let the title speak for itself J I don't own any of the characters…blah, blah…you know the whole deal J
Steel
Metal hot with fear
With rage
With a love about to be lost
Fear
That hot, hot steel
Fifteen
minutes into class, Tyler Connell ripped a tiny scrap of paper off of his
history notes, pretending to be adding a side note to the incredibly
fascinating lecture on the sewage system of ancient India. After scribbling a
note on it, he folded it over and drew a tiny heart over the flaps and tapped
the football player next to him to pass it over to Val Linear.
She'd
been watching him intently the whole time for telltale glances at her from two
desks over, or flickers in the light blue eyes of his that might give her a
slight indication of what he felt for her. Her heart pounded expectantly,
hoping that it wasn't just one of those small talk notes that said: 'This is
boring' or 'What's for lunch?' or something stupid like that.
But then again, wasn't that a form of flirting? At least he cared enough to be risking his grade in the class to send her a note. Either way her heart fluttered like a thousand racehorses never reaching the finish line of the Kentucky Derby. She tried not to smile but inside of herself for fear that the teacher would notice her smirks, and purposely ignored Tyler so that it didn't look as though she'd been waiting for the note. Or maybe she should have looked…maybe then she would have seen what kind of expression he was wearing in hopes that it would give her some clue of what the contents of the note were.
Or maybe
she should have looked to notice the sweat beading down the player's face next
to her—how his eyes glazed over as he stared at the teacher at the front of the
classroom without really looking at her. His pencil was clenched in his
white-fisted hands, a lead hole being bored into the paper in front of him. She
might have noticed, if she'd looked, that there was a bulge in the pocket of
his varsity football jacket, and that his left hand swung back to the pocket to
feel its contents every few seconds.
Maybe, if
she had looked, she would have seen that this teen would have cracked if a fly
landed on him. But she didn't. She didn't want to look because never in a
million years was her mind wandering to thinking about the life of the student
sitting next to her, and what he might do if provoked. That morning, when she'd
woken up and dressed and come to school, the only thing on her mind was Tyler
Connell and whether or not he liked her. But sometimes there were bigger things
to life than just that.
As Tyler
tapped the football player's shoulder lightly with a smile, in hopes of him
passing on the note to Val, the bomb exploded. Suddenly Val noticed how uptight
he was as his hand groped into his pocket to pull out a menacing black gun. The
pencil cracked and broke to the floor in two pieces, the paper floated to the
ground, and Tyler instinctively let go of the note.
Within an
instant, the student had his right arm in a choking grasp around Val's neck,
pulling her up out of her seat with violent force and before she knew it, the
cold, merciless steel was poked at the side of her head.
Hearing
the commotion, the teacher swirled around and began a sentence, "Is there
something…" but never finished it, dropping the chalk she'd been writing with.
"Nobody
moves, or I'll kill her!" He was literally crying, hot tears of pain and
frustration as he held the gun shakily to her.
She could
smell the stench of his perspiration and could feel the shake in his arm around
hung tightly around her neck. He was much heavier and much stronger than she
was, but somehow her knees had locked, and all she could move were her eyes. She
surveyed the classroom, her heart in her throat—she'd always wondered what it
would be like to know you're going to die before you actually do, and wished
she'd never wondered in the first place. She was going to die—she could tell by
the nervous faces in her classroom that she was going to die. There was nothing
anyone could do, and all she could do was watch as her body heat blazed against
the steel, turning it hot, burning hot.
Her eyes
fell on the note that had miraculously landed on the desk, with the heart drawn
over the folded flaps as she stood in the arms of her killer; the one she knew
would be so merciless as to take her life along with his.
That's all
for now! I've had this idea in my head for a long time and it finally came out
right! Yay! Ch. 2 will be up soon enough. J