Darkest Night (A Firelight Fanfic)

If you guys have read the book Firelight, the creatures in my story are the same, but I'm using made up characters and an entirely different story line. So it's only a Firelight fanfic in the way that I'm using the same type of dragon creatures. And if you haven't read the book then you need to go read it now!
P.S. You don't have to have read the book to understand the story.

Chapter 2

Same Old, Same Old

by: Cinderkit
"Ugh, I hate these chairs." I said, groaning. The chairs in the auditorium of Mercer Middle School make my back ache so much that I feel like an old woman even though I'm only seventeen. Stretching out my sore muscles, I stand up and decide to wander around the school for a bit; I seriously do not want to go home to them.

The church service is finally over. It's the same thing each time: the worship band sings a few songs, the preacher preaches about God's love and mushy stuff like that, then they sing more songs and it's over. I don't really sound like I enjoy church much. So why do I go? It's partly because my "parents", I scoff out loud, force me to go, and partly because I'm hoping somehow this God figure does exist. I do try praying every night, but nothing ever happens. I'm starting to get sick of this place and of the people here.

Two small boys suddenly run by me as I turn a corner into a new hallway. One bumps into me, laughs, and keeps on running. Several families, with small children laughing and pulling on their parents, pass me by without a glance; not even a simple "hello". What I find funny is that church is supposed to be a place for acceptance and understanding, but I have never felt more alone than when I'm at church.

So anyway, my parents believe I'm the worst possible child that could exist, but trust me they are a lot worse than I, but I can get into that later... They don't even go to church so they recently asked one of their "friends", I scoff aloud again, to drive me each Sunday. I didn't object to going to church because I'd take any chance I could to get out of the house, but I turned down the offer of the "friend" to drive me, and just bought myself my own car. Besides, who wants to sit in a mini van with a bunch of Christians singing gospel for an hour? Not me.

Sighing as my journey ends right back where I started, I sit down again in the uncomfortable chair. As I sit here, contemplating excuses for coming home late, which I know I will, a strange urge suddenly comes over me. You know when you have that feeling someone is watching you and you just have to look to see if you're right? Well, that's exactly how I feel, and I can't help but turn my head to the right. That decision to turn my head would change my life forever.

My head turns, against my will, and I see him. He looks to be about nineteen. His beauty stuns me and seems to capture me. He's like a magnet, and I'm suddenly drawn to him, and that scares me. No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to look away. He's wearing a tight, black T-shirt and I can see his rippling muscles underneath. My eyes travel down to his ripped, skinny jeans, then up to his head. His hair is a dark, blackish-brown color that's just long enough to hang in his face. What really captures me though, is his eyes. Before I can do anything I find myself getting lost in his deep, hazel eyes; the same color eyes as mine. It's not until now that I realize we had been looking at each other the whole time. I was staring at him like some kind of hungry animal, and he was the juicy piece of meat.

Blushing, I quickly look away, but not before I see him smirk out of the corner of my eye. "What is wrong with me?" I mumble, mentally chastising myself. No guy has ever made me feel like that before... Suddenly I hear quiet, measured footsteps heading my way. My head snaps up and there he is, standing by my seat. Something comes over me and I begin to shake uncontrollably, but apparently not enough for him to notice. He is smiling right at me and extends his hand out to shake mine.

"Hi, what's your name?" He's still smiling as he asks me this. Avoiding his gaze, I look down and forget to shake his hand. He has a nice voice... I think to myself.

"I'm Alex," I respond, still looking down. Out of the corner of my eye I see him lowering his arm down to his side.

"Alex, huh? That's a nice name." He says to me. Blushing, I glance up to see if he's still smiling, and he is. "Is it short for something?" He asks. My eyes find his as I hear a sudden change in his voice, almost too insignificant to notice. He looks strained now, as if he's trying to hold something back, but he continues to smile. His mesmerizing gaze seems to pull me in again. Get a hold of yourself! I mentally shake myself and remember my voice. I move my head back down as I speak.

"Ah..yes. It's short for Alexandra. But you can just call me Alex." I force myself to look back up at him and smile. I'm not afraid of this guy, no matter how weird he seems.

"Alright Alex, it's nice to meet you." He says, holding out his hand again. I decide to shake his hand; I don't want to be rude. My eyes widen a little as our skin meets for my shaking suddenly stops. How are his hands so soft... I think to myself, as he detaches his hand from mine. I find myself staring at the muscles on his arms and quickly avert my eyes.

"Would you like to sit?" I say, motioning to the seat next to me. He smiles again as he moves to sit in the seat but there is something odd about the way he moves. I can't quite put my finger on it though...

"So..." I begin, as he tries to get comfortable. I giggle as he moves around, making the chair creak and groan. He looks up at me with an slightly embarrassed look on his face, and blushing, I quickly hush.

"What's your name?" I ask him, remembering that he hasn't told me his. He turns in his seat to look at me, smiling, though I can tell the smile doesn't reach his eyes.

"It's Drake."

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