Everyone around me burns to ashes.–Lucas Friar, Pyro.
Chapter 1. Introductions
Lucas Friar flicked the ball of paper into the air and watched as it landed on his best friend’s hair. Zay Babineaux continued to jot down notes, unaware of the seemingly increasing paper balls stuck to his hair.
Lucas smirked, steadied his fingers, and this time launched a blue pen. Zay ducked down to grab a colored pen from his backpack and Lucas’ eyes widened as the pen bounced off long brown hair.
The girl’s fingers flew to her hair before she spun in her seat to find a perpetrator. Her eyes zeroed in on Lucas whose desk was full of crumpled up paper and similar pens. She tilted her head and stared at him for a moment, making him slightly self- conscious.
He winked at her and she flushed brightly and returned to her notes. Zay looked back at him and shook his head, letting the paper fall off his curls.
“You know I don’t appreciate you messing up my afro,” Zay nudged Lucas as they walked out of class.
“I was bored,” Lucas answered simply and opened his locker, “Mrs. Deven is boring. I’m tired of chemistry, honestly.”
“It’s English class actually,” Zay muttered. “There’s a party tonight, you in?”
“Pass,” Lucas shoved his books into his locker trading it for his motorcycle helmet. “I’m not really in the mood in spending time with self-absorbed wannabe high school royalty.”
“You are such a cliche, you know that?” Zay grinned glancing at Lucas’ leather jacket and combat boots.
“You’re this cliche’s best friend,” Lucas smiled. “That makes you a cliche too.”
“Whatever man,” Zay’s eyes drifted towards something down the hall. “Miss Goody Two Shoes coming our way.”
“What?” Lucas turned and found himself staring down at a pair of sparkling brown eyes.