5 stories. 5 stories. That's how many I have. In a span of 5-7 weeks, I made 4 new stories. *Slowly claps for myself* Anyways, my Embers, I give you chapter 4. *Flies away* (I have no room to say crap mostly because I haven't updated in forever)
Austin POV
If you know me, you probably would laugh if I told you that I sat through three school periods and was on time to all of them. Hell, you'd think it was a bad joke. You wouldn't even laugh.
So why did I?
I never used to be on time. I never usually stayed during the whole school period. I never even came to school until fourth period. Why did it suddenly change? It definitely wasn't that I wanted an education; I only want an education in music.
I even had my shoulder backpack slung over myself. It was more of a laptop bag, but it was filled with notebooks and such. Stuff I never usually had. I didn't know if it was behavioral issues I was having, or if I was looking forward to something. At school.
And if that's the case, then it's the end of the world.
I turned a corner, looking down at my Jordans as I walked. Not wanting people to see my face, I pulled the green hoodie of my jean jacket over my head and partly my face, my hand clenching my bag's strap. If anyone saw me with school supplies, they'd never let me hear the end of it. Unless I set them on fire. Hold on, I'm considering the idea..
In the midst of my thoughts, I heard high pitched yelling. Two girls arguing. Forgetting my reputation, I lowered my hood, shaking the tangled hair out of my eyes. Securing the strap on my shoulder, I peered around.
Sure enough, a girl had her back turned and was arguing to her friend to my left. The friend appeared to be Latina with really curly hair. They were arguing back and forth, the Latina grabbing hold onto the other girl's wrist and pointing at it. My eyebrow rose out of reflex. If it got too serious, it'd be my internal instinct to get involved. Whenever a fight (of any kind) dawned, I just had to step in. The firey feeling begging to be pushed out in some way.
Emotionally, mentally, and physically.
Hopefully, not physically.
Emotionally meant that I had writhing fury demanding to be used. My screaming, yelling, and threatening proved so. Now the girls were in a screaming match. It must've been something pretty drastic.
My instinct finally kicking in, I stalked forward, stopping behind the girl with her back turned. The Latina immediately stopped talking, dropping the girl's wrist. The girl's confusion must've shown through on her face, because the Latina pointed up at me.
Hesitantly, the brown-haired girl turned around, showing her face.
Ally POV
Trish had looked down at my flaming hand. I tried to draw the attention away.
"Whaaaat?" I squealed, putting my hands on my hips and shuffling my feet on the floor. I disliked her wording of 'you're on fire'.
Trish crossed her arms, narrowing her eyebrows. "You said you had a fever. Isn't that what's going on?" she asked quizzically. I went ballistic, my arms flailing.
"NO! Uhh, yeah! NO! I don't get sick! Being sick is gross! I don't like to get sick! THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH ME! IS THERE SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOU? 'CAUSE THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH ME! HEALTHY AS A HORSE! WHY ARE YOU ASKING SO MANY QUESTIONS!?" I cried out bewilderedly, speaking in a rambled tone at the top of my lungs.
Trish's eyes were wide. "Ally.. you okay?" My eyes still wide, I crossed my arms over my chest. "Yep.." I told her slowly. The heat I was feeling was literally like I was on fire. I wanted to yell out in pain.
Trish was staring at me, eyeing me up and down. she knew that there was something wrong with me. "Ally, you can tell me, you know."
I couldn't control anything. "Who the hell do you think I am!? I'm not 10 years old! I'll tell you what I want! You don't FUCKING own me!" I screamed in her face. I tried to gain control, tried to apologize and walk away. Instead, I had pushed Trish away from me firmly, with both of my tiny arms, making her stumble. She narrowed her eyes and locked her hand around my wrist, yelling back.
"THIS ISN'T YOU! Why can't you just tell me, Ally!?" she yelled. I set my jaw, snarling at her. Using as much strength as I could, I tried to break free from her grasp. Her palm had to of been burning from my heat.
Trish looked up above my head. Was I on fire? The angry feeling in my stomach dissolved. Her face had a sign of hurt, anger, and curiosity. She immediately lowered her hand from my wrist, looking at me with a questioning look.
Returning the look back to her, she had pointed up uneasily above me. I gulped, then slowly twirled around, craning my neck.
Austin POV
I was surprised to see Ally, who was releasing ragged breaths from her throat. Probably all worked up from screaming at her friend.. or whoever that one girl was.
Unlike her character, Ally narrowed her eyes. "What do you want?" she hissed. Something really was wrong. "Nothing in particular." I lied through my teeth. Her face was pale and sweaty, her eyes sunken. I squinted down at her, trying to read her emotions.
"Then leave." she commanded, clenching her fists at her sides. She was probably angered by my casuality. My foot crossed in front of the other, the toe pointing into the ground with my heel up. Both my hands were in my pockets. I pulled one of them out to rest on her shoulder. She abruptly shook her shoulder violently, making me lift my hand slightly. I clamped it down on her shoulder. At my actions, her glare became deeper.
"Can't do that now, princess. I can tell something's up with you. Plus, there's nobody to talk to." I motioned behind her, where her friend had disappeared. She spun her head around, to see that I was right. She growled, looking back up at me. "See what you did?" she snarled. "I was trying to solve something."
"By screaming at whoever that was?" I retorted. This girl was confusing.
She scoffed, once again shaking her shoulder violently. Dropping my hand from her shoulder, I shoved it back into my pocket, my other hand securing the strap of my shoulder bag that I had no use for.
"I was trying to tell her that I didn't need her help." she said. She had calmed down some. "You could've easily said it differently." I told her, crossing my arms over my chest. Her fury sparked again. "YOU KNOW WHAT--" she began.
I clamped my hand down on her shoulder again, releasing some of my blistering heat. She jumped back. "What the heck!? Your hand is.." I raised my eyebrow, awaiting her answer. "Freezing.." she muttered. Woah, wait a second here.
"No it wasn't!" I exclaimed, taken aback. How the hell was THAT freezing?
She was peering down at her shoulder, taken aback as well. "Why are you so cold?" she wondered aloud, brushing her hand over the spot I touched.
"Hold on.." I mumbled, dropping my shoulder bag to the floor. The school bell rang, but we both ignored it. "Don't freak out." I warned. She had completely calmed down, her confusion and wonder masking her anger. The innocent look had returned to her face. "Why would I freak out?" she asked pleasantly. I took a deep breath, raising my finger up to her shoulder level. I kept it a safe distance away, then lit an ember onto it.
Her eyes widened, staring at the flame. It crackled, wavering as I pushed it up higher for her to see it closer. She then started to raise her finger to it. I pulled it back. "You shouldn't do that if you don't want to get burned." I told her.
She rolled her bright, brown eyes. To my utter shock, she eased her finger to the flame, her finger going through it. "It's cold.." she whispered. My eyebrows glued together the whole time, she dropped her finger from the ember. I blew it out on my finger, staring at her calm expression.
"So.. you're not surprised that I can light myself on fire?" I asked dully. I was expecting a bigger reaction. "Well, yeah, I'm surprised. At least it explains your temper." she stated.
I laughed shortly, making her look up at me. "My temper? Ally, you're even worse than I am."
She paused, blinking up at me. "So I'm like you?" she questioned, a scared edge to her tone.
"Depends. Wanna find out?"
Checkadamate. Alright, this took forever to publish. Don't look at me like that, blame Tumblr. 8c
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[1]: I DO NOT OWN AUSTIN AND ALLY!
[2]: "And if that's the case, then it's the end of the world." *Aherm* Chandler Bing, anyone? (I'm not even sure if that's the correct quote, but imma roll with it)
Hugs and Auslly;
Valerie x