Author's Note: I had a dream for the first time in four years and that is what leads me to the rest of this story. I've actually decided to take out the material that would make this M, because a) less people read M rated stories and b) it doesn't really go along with where I want this story to go. Plus, why make Morgan out as a horrible person?

Chapter 3

Playing With Fire

God she was beautiful. Her hair was midnight black and flowed down to her shoulders with not a single strand out of line. Her eyes shone blue in the moon, dazzling and very comforting. Looking into those eyes, I could easily forget what I was doing and completely relax. Her name was April and she was humming along with the music, eyes closed, in my lap. The afternoon sun had warmed the air fooling her into thinking that the warmth would persist until nightfall, and she did not bring a sweatshirt. The only things keeping her warm were the fire burning in front of us. A sudden gust rustled her hair and apparently cut deep enough to reach her skin, because she shuddered and squeezed in closer.

This was the one night a year that was actually just for a particular group of my high school class. Well, the bonfire was set up so that everyone could hang out, but usually only people with someone else to go with came, for it was the perfect time to be by some of their friends, but still get the privacy they wanted. That was why April and I came here tonight. It was just her, the fire and me. Well, us and the rest of the couples sitting around the fire, and those who weren't by the fire.

To my left, I could see Jenny and George. Four months now. Kristine and her boyfriend whose name escapes me are talking quietly to our right. I can see two couples across the fire but I can't make out their faces. Many of the people here aren't by the fire, off in the dark walking or doing other things. My relationship with April wasn't like that. We're both afraid of what might happen should it become centered on that sort of thing.

"I think we should go to the concert next weekend." April said as she sat upright. "I really liked the last concert I went to and they were only the opening band." I wrapped my arm around her waist and placed my hand on her hip.

"Before I choose, might I ask what band you're talking about?" I had a feeling as to what she was going to say, and I wasn't so sure I could answer without hurting her feelings.

"Well, Alexisonfire is the main band, I haven't actually looked up who is opening up for them. So, will you go?" She pleaded, and as I gazed into those eyes, I couldn't refuse. Alexisonfire was a very loud band, lots of screaming, and I really don't enjoy that so much.

"You couldn't keep me from going with you." I leaned over and kissed her for the third time tonight. It didn't attract any attention from my fellow bonfire attendants because that was what was mostly going on around the fire, making out and holding each other. Good, because I hate drawing attention to myself. Finally, I pulled away.

"Let's go for a walk, the smoke from the fire is starting to blow this way." Good thing she said it, because she might have thought I was going to try something if I had said it. I got up without answering and she followed suit. I started to take off my sweatshirt and was about to hand it to her.

"Morgan, that will only make you cold, it doesn't solve the problem. This will." She put the sweatshirt over my head and back on, and put my arm around her in a sideways hug. "See; now get to steal the heat from your arm, and your still warm. I'm a genius." I genuinely laughed, because that was another reason I loved April, she was sarcastic, but not in the mean way. She could make me laugh, and that was something not many girls I know can do, or at least do well. We walked like that for maybe twenty minutes, and came around and back to the fire. I walked over to the bench that we had been sitting on, and found Jaime there. Of all people to be here tonight, he just had to be one of them. I quietly turned around to find a spot on the other side of the fire, but of course he saw us.

"Oh, did I take your seat Morgan?" The sarcasm was so heavy in his voice that he sounded as though he might choke on it. I wish.

"Asshole…" I muttered while I just walked away, almost wishing I had the guts to say it to his face. We sat down in the grass on the right side of Kristine and her boyfriend, out of view of Jaime and whoever he probably paid to be come here with him.

"Why does he have it in for you, Morgan?" April asked, leaning her head on my shoulder. "What could he possibly have against you, other than your not a total ass and that people actually like you?"

"Well, his parents are rich, as he tells everyone in school every chance he gets. Well, mainly his mom. She works with some big law firm and rakes in a couple hundred thousand a year alone. He found out that my mom died right after I was born, and for some reason finds that grounds to hound me endlessly." I sighed, and rested my head on top of hers.

"Well, that's not a good reason, not even a reason at all. He just knows that everyone thinks he's a dick, which he is, and that people actually respect you for who you are, not who your parents are. I don't care what anyone says, I love you for who you are, and my opinion isn't going to be changed so easily. Well, unless you don't let me get up, because I really have to pee."

"Nice. Well, I suppose I could let you up." I stood up and she walked off to the right towards the restrooms. I looked back towards the fire only to come face to face with Jaime.

"Well Romeo, how's your night playing out? Did you…" He started to say, but I was getting fed up with him.

"What do you want from me? What have I ever done to you?" I interrupted.

"Nothing at all, my good friend. What could make you say that?" His tongue was almost drowning in that sarcasm.

"Then stop acting like such a jackass for no reason and just leave me alone." I wanted to yell it at him, but that would draw attention, and that was something I really didn't want right now.

"I'll do whatever the hell I want to you, thank you very much. I have a mother remember?" That insult, or that's what I thought that was, couldn't have made sense if a professor had explained it to him. "Oh look, here comes your whore. Doesn't it bother you that she really gets around? I mean…" That's when I lost it. I could take the attitude, and the attempted insult of my mother, but to take this away from the two of us and bring April into it was just too much. I felt extremely chilled, almost like his entire body had blocked out the fire, but I could feel the heat from behind him, but I just got colder. I wanted to do anything to this man in front of me, if he could even be considered that. I wanted to hit him, kick him, throw something, hell, even the thought of burning him crossed my mind, but I just settled for… I never got a chance to act because I heard a roar, and the bonfire looked as though it grew and the fuel was looming over him. It then collapsed in a display of impressive pyrotechnics. It caught Jaime in the back, and his high pitched scream knocked me onto my ass. I suddenly felt really exhilarated, winded, and but very aware of what was happening, but I was almost content with it.

Author's Note: Okay, I know it was a bad way to do that, but I just did it, so deal with it. I should write faster after this, because now I have it all planned out. I actualy might add in the M rated material in the next chapter, maybe fifth, but it won't be as horrible, but still not meant for young eyes. Hehe.