"Blaze," echoed throughout the room when the French doors parted, giving way to a shadowed figure that crept silently into the dimly lit room. It carefully wove around the fallen articles of clothing or discarded toys towards the clock that hung carelessly on the side of the wall.
Blaze opened her eyes immediately as soon as she heard the soft thud that represented someone bumping into her furniture. She sprang from the bed and readied a fireball as fast as she could, aiming it directly at the frozen figure that stood less then a half a foot away from her digital clock. "What the hell do you think you are doing here, you want to die, punk, is that it?" She threatened huskily and rose her ignited hand higher, to produce a greater magnification of her power.
"...Blaze...don't incinerate me, okay!" Came the terrified pitch of her friend, Jasmine, as she sunk to the floor and threw up her arms to show that she was unarmed.
"Jasmine, holy jeez, you know better than to go sneakin' into my room so late at night." Blaze murmured and shook her hands several times to snuff the flames that danced angrily around her rounded fingertips. Automatically, she reached out and flipped on the night switch to give her unpainted room slight illumination. She looked down at Jasmine's attire and nearly laughed herself crazy.
Jasmine's hair was done up just like the Disney character that shares her name. She was wearing a tee shirt that read "I need Supervision" with no bra underneath it and her shorts were cropped up to her upper thigh. Blaze did not dare on complimenting her knee high, black lace boots with metal etchings on the side. "You...look..." Blaze began, trying hard to stifle her laugher and tugged on one of her crescent moon earrings that hung from her ear like a regular hoop. "Like, some rocker chick!" She finally blurted out, trying to give her voice some convincing tone.
Jasmine's face lit up at the "compliment" and twirled once to show off her self created outfit. "Well, you are used to the New York look, girl...here in LA it is much different here. No sweatshirts with clams on them...see?"
Blaze brushed Jasmine's bleached bangs to the side and sighed, looking over her 5'2'' friend over again. Even though Jasmine was short, she was very attractive, Blaze had to admit. Jasmine's hair was naturally a dark brown that looked silky soft, but she killed that look when she dyed her bangs (which are always parted in the middle) bleach blonde. Her facial features really gave her they "mysterious genie" look. Her eyes were almond shaped, and looked luscious with dark green eye shadow smoothed over the eyelid, which complimented her deep brown eyes. Her nose was long and slender, which hooked down at the end, which almost seemed to point down to her full rosy lips that sparkled with "Maybellin's (that's how Blaze pronounced it) diamond shine gloss" Her cheekbones were high, and seemed to give a curve to her face, because they sloped down to her pointed chin. Jasmine's family did come from Arabia, well her grandparents that is, so her skin was a natural tan.
Jasmine flashed one of her wide smiles, which revealed braces, and took Blaze's left hand. "So, you were planning on setting me aflame, now, weren't ya?" Unlike everyone else, Jasmine instantly knew of Blaze's powers. They were in chem. Lab together, and Blaze accidentally turned on the Bunsen burner, without actually using the "igniter" Since then, Blaze has always confided in Jasmine, because she could always tell that she could trust her to keep her mouth shut.
"Well, are we going, or are we just going to sit here in this condemned room?" Jasmine giggled and led Blaze out the door by tugging her hand hard to make her follow. The apartment's balcony was not far off the ground, so the two held hands and jumped. As soon as their laced boots hit the ground, they were off, running north, to the new club, called "The underground."
They flashed their "fake" I.D.'s that Jay copied for them when they reached the entrance, and were welcomed warmly. "Nice outfit, brown sugar." Once man on the stairs complimented, looking down lustfully at Blaze's breasts. She gave one swift kick to the groin and dashed across the room with Jasmine, with a smirk across her face. Lights flashed everywhere across the room, making people seem to be like lights, flickering on and off when the lights whizzed over their heads.
Jasmine clasped Blaze's hand and led her onto the dance floor, instantly she reached into her bulging pockets and brought out her glow-ball rave set. People around her cheered as she began "Split time" and moved on to her favorite trick, "The butterfly" One girl in the crowd whooped, "That's what I'm talkin' 'bout baby!" as Jasmine criss-crossed her raving set under her legs and leapt over the metal chains that she twirled ever so diligently.
Blaze clapped politely at the side of the circle and let her eyes wonder amongst the crowd. "I got to find me a cute brother to dance with." She thought coyly to herself, and turned her attention back to Jasmine, who was swinging her set over a white boy's face, which looked clearly terrified. "Damn, he must be scared shitless!" she chuckled to herself and began swaying to the beat of the music that pounded in her ears. She wished she could use her fire tricks, but she really did not like drawing attention to herself, instead she waltzed further into the crowd and continued her search for a dance partner. Instantly, she bumped into someone, and looked up.
"Yo, gurl, you almost gave me a heart attack!" Said a voice directly over her head. A boy with dreads looked directly down at her and flashed a very sexy grin. She guessed that he must have been at least 5'10'', a good five inches taller than her.
"Name's Miles." He greeted quickly, and added, "What's yours?" Blaze gaped for a minute before answering dumbly, "Uh...Blaze," and idiotically shaking Miles' hand roughly.
"Nice grip, Blaze, where'd you come from?" He added warmly before she let her grip slip and dangled her hand by her side. Blaze stared for a moment at Miles. His eyes were alluring, a sweet hazel color, that seemed to be filled with a warm milky energy, but at the same time, seemed very soft and gentle. He had a very round nose, but the rest of his face seemed slightly angular. His dreads were raven colored, with red streaks in them. His skin color was a tad lighter then hers, maybe an almost a dark mocha coloring. He definitely spent time at the gym, since his sleeveless tee shirt exposed his finely crafted biceps and shoulders.
"I come from, New York, not New York City but..." she stammered, almost giddily since Miles' charisma was almost overpowering. Miles flashed one of his sexy smiles again, full of understanding and looked over his shoulder towards Jasmine's direction. "Wow, is she on fire!" He complimented and looked back at Blaze, adding, "You know her, right?"
Blaze's heart sank, here she was with this ultimate hottie, but he was interested in her friend. She gritted her teeth, and forced a smile, announcing with zeal between her clenched teeth, "Her name is Jasmine, Come on, I'll introduce you two." She took his hand firmly and led him through the crowded club, until they broke through the ring of admirers that were looking at Jasmine's breath-taking routine. She figured that he was more of Jasmine's type anyway, he was almost too perfect, and Jasmine was always complaining that she wanted the perfect boyfriend.
Miles stared, captivated by Jasmine's flawless tricks, and applauded loudly when she finished. He watched her come up close to him and managed to greet, "Hey." Jasmine smiled back and responded, "Did you like it...?" She twirled her raving set one last time for an encore and slipped them into her back pocket.
Blaze took a step backwards when she heard Miles say, "Of course I did, you were amazing!!" She smiled; at least one of them would leave the club happily. As she walked away from the fast friends, she noticed a small gap in the stream of dancers and happily jumped in, showing off her moves she taught herself. She heard some people whistling as she gyrated her hips smoothly, as if she was twirling a hula-hoop. She felt someone press up against her back roughly, and she turned, using both of her hands to push the person away. "Hey man, if you wish to grind with me, at least have the dignity to introduce yo'self first!" she snarled, and stared angrily at the boy who was sitting dumbfounded on the floor.
People backed away from the spot and "ooh'ed" as if they were the peanut gallery at a Jerry Springer show. The boy shakily rose to his knees and apologized, retreating back into the crowd with an embarrassed look on his face. Blaze pointed at the circle and announced with a heavy Bronx accent, "If anyone tries dat shit with me, expect to see yo butt on de ground." Some girls applauded with agreement as Blaze returned to her dancing with a small blush across her face. She actually confronted a group for the first time, and did not make a fool of herself, which the thought of that made her smile in triumph.
A few short hours passed, and Blaze found herself walking Jasmine home. All that Jasmine could talk about was Miles, and how unbelievably perfect he was, and how she owed Blaze a cool boyfriend like that because she introduced the two. Blaze felt a little jealous because she liked Miles too, but also felt content because she successfully set up her best friend with a trust-worthy person.
"You're not jealous of me, aren't ya?" Jasmine added worriedly, and brought one of her hands under her chin that quivered a bit. Blaze took one look at her and smiled, "Of course not, but if he gives you any trouble, give me a call and I will beat his ass into the ground for you...and then set his horny corpse on fire...if you will it." Jasmine's eyes widened and she shook her head vigorously. "Ah no, I don't think that he is that type! I found out that he is part Arabic, like me, well, he says he is a mutt, because he is Hatian, Greek, Italian, a bit of Japanese, could you believe THAT, and finally a bit Indian!" she bubbled over and emphasized over the fact that Miles actually had some of the same Arabic blood flowing through his veins as well.
By the time Blaze got home, and crawled over the balcony, it was nearly 3:10. Her stuffed covers remained untouched, so she knew that her decoy managed to fool her mother. She could hear Jay snoring in the room next to her and grinned, she actually had gotten away with sneaking out into the night for the first time. She quickly took off her black sequenced top and khaki bottoms, and threw on a sloppy orange nightshirt. As she whirled around, she noticed that her digital clock was not glowing, nor her glow-in- the-dark wristwatch. She flicked on her night lamp, and carefully reached out, and flipped her clocks over, to reveal their hidden faces. She bit her lip; Jasmine did not even touch her clock on the wall, and was too far away from her wristwatch to even overturn it. Her candles sprang to life again when she drew up the conclusion...someone was in her room.
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ah ha! Suspense! Read and Review and chapter three will come up shortly!