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  Brothers of the Flame

  An Ariel Kimber Novel

  Book 1

  By: Mary Martel

  Copyright © Mary Martel 2017

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of Mary Martel, except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976.

  1st Edition Published: July 2017

  Cover Design by: Mary Martel

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  All Rights Reserved: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction in whole or in part, without express written permission by Mary Martel.

  This is a work of fiction. All characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Chapter One

  It doesn’t matter.

  None of it matters.

  They don’t matter.

  To hell with them all.

  It’s just High School. One more year and then you’re free. One more year and then you’re free. I repeated it in my head over and over again, like a mantra, my new words to live by. I simply needed to keep my head down, pretend no one else but me existed in this shit hole and I’d surely be just fine. You can do this, Ariel Kimber, I told myself. Three years down and only one more to go. Piece of cake, right?

  I walked through the semi crowded hallways with my head down, eyes on the wrinkled piece of paper that I held clutched tightly in my hand, taking my own advice. Or, trying to that is. It was a lot harder to do than I thought it would be to not pay attention to what was taking place around me. The noise and the people were almost too hard to resist. Almost. I desperately wanted to look up but reined in the urge.

  This was my first day at a new school. It was also the first day of the school year on the whole. Yesterday had been the last day of summer vacation not just for me but for everyone else, too. Normally, I would love this day. Getting to be somewhere where my mother was not for eight delightful hours or so a day was a blessing in my eyes, and not a small one either. But this was different. Now, I’m the new kid. A hot commodity in this podunk town, I’d felt the eyes and heard the whispers from the moment I exited my vehicle and made my way from the student parking lot to the building. I’d almost rather spend the day with my mother than be subjected to this. Almost. Not really, though. I could never handle spending any amount of time with my mother. She made me crazy and sad. Two things I’d rather not be if I could avoid it.

  You see, two months ago, my mother and I moved to this ridiculously small, backwoods town on one of her many crazy-assed schemes (she’d had a lot of crazy-assed schemes over the years, but this one was a doozy). She hadn’t cared that she been uprooting me from all I had ever known, the only place we had ever lived (not that it had been a good place, but still), or, that she had thrusted me straight into the unknown. No, she been a selfish cow, like always. She probably always would be one, too. There really was no hope for the woman.

  I had loved my old school. It was huge. Mammoth. Four stories tall, complete with a creepy basement that had weirdly housed the gym. The building itself had damn near taken up an entire block. It had been stuffed full with kids and easy to get lost in. I could walk through the hallways with my hood pulled up over my head, entirely unnoticed, like an invisible ghost. Which is exactly what I did, and I had loved it. There were so many people that nobody paid me any mind at all. And that’s how I liked it, a nameless nobody with an ordinary face in a sea of faces.

  I’m rudely brought out of my thoughts when something, or better yet someone, bumped into my side. Unfortunately, I dropped the piece of paper containing my schedule from my hands and watched with big eyes as it floated through the air before landing face up on the floor. Before I could bend down to pick it up a hand, quick as a flash, reached down and snatched it up.

  Please, please just give me my paper and then be on your way, I thought to myself. Please, don’t stop to talk to me.

  “Watch where you’re walking, new girl,” a low, menacing voice rumbled at me from the person who now had ahold of my schedule.

  I didn’t dare look up into his face. His voice alone gave me chills.

  “Whaaa… Whaat?” I stammered out, stunned by the menace in this stranger’s voice. This stranger that bumped into me, not the other way around.

  “Here,” he snarled, shoving the piece of paper into my empty hands. “And for fuck’s sake, watch where you’re walking. Others won’t be as nice as I’ve been. Remember that, girl.”

  Nice? Nice? Who was this guy kidding? He was crazy! And mean.

  I gripped my paper tight in between my shaking hands, took in a deep breath, and for the first time since leaving the main office, I looked up and around me. Only to be disappointed. He had already turned and was walking away. I caught dark brown, shoulder length hair on a very tall, lean body. That was all I had time to check out before he rounded a corner, out of my sight.

  I sighed in relief. Geez, what a dick!

  I reached up, and with shaking fingers, tucked a thick hank of my ash blonde, shoulder length hair behind my heavily pierced ear. Before I could think better of it, I took a look at my surroundings.

  Big mistake. Big, big mistake.

  People stared. They stared right at me and none of them even attempted to hide the fact that they were staring when I looked their way. Some of them had their mouths hanging open with a look of shock on their upturned faces. Some were pale and looked frightened. Of what, I had no idea, but they were looking right at me and not trying to hide it. A couple of people wore looks of pity on their otherwise curious faces. Pity was the worst. There was a group of very pretty, very well dressed girls that were grouped together and they were openly glaring at me with faces so hostile I had to fight off the urge to take a step back away from them.

  What in the world? The pity I kind of understood, I didn’t like it, but I could understand it. I was the new girl in a really small, tight knit, probably everybody grew up together since birth, kind of town. They would consider me to be an outsider and some of them were bound to feel sorry for me. But the rest of their looks were really freaking me right the heck out. The glares and the anger, I didn’t understand at all.

  I bit my bottom lip hard in an attempt to stop myself from crying. Not a very good start to my first day. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Thankfully, the urge to cry didn’t stick around for more than a few seconds, the pain in my lip took away the tears. Pain could always be counted on to calm me down.

  With nothing for it, I looked down to my schedule which was crumpled up even more than it already had been, and continued on down the hallway. This was going to be a really long year, I could already tell. Five minutes in and I was dooming the whole entire year.

  As I walked past people I caught snippets of their hushed conversations.

  “...new girl…”

  “…what’s her name…”

  “…can’t believe he talked to her, he doesn’t talk to anyone…”

  “…I heard she and her mom moved in with Mr. Cole…”

  “…neighbors…”

  “…sad really. My mom says she’s trash and that I should stay away…”

  “…pretty, but still, he won’t even look at…”

  “…lucky bitch…”

  Thankfully, I rounded the c
orner and heard no more. My class room was the first door on the right. I had my schedule and where all of my classes were memorized but I still liked to have the actual piece of paper to hold on to. It made me feel safe. Orientation was two weeks ago, and I had made pains to remember where everything was so I didn’t look like a total fool wandering around not knowing where in the heck I was going. Also, I didn’t want to have to ask anyone for directions. Which was smart because, apparently, they wouldn’t have been all too keen to help me out if I had asked for directions. At least I didn’t have to worry about the looking like a fool part, not when I’d already successfully accomplished that.

  When I entered the class room I took a chance and glanced around quickly. I froze at what I saw and my heart seemed to start beating double time inside my chest.

  I knew it was Mr. Menacing Voice. I didn’t get the chance to see him from the front but his hair was unmistakable. It also helped that he was now scowling ferociously and looking right at me with the coldest eyes I had ever seen in another person, my mother included. They were such a dark, deep brown they could have passed for black. I shivered as those cold eyes swept me from head to toe. They remained cold and hostile, giving nothing away.

  I blinked in shock. Not only from the hostility radiating off of him but because he had to be the most handsome boy I had ever seen, even with the ferocious scowl on his face. Maybe he was even more handsome because of it. What a strange thought. Also, maybe it was me who’d gone crazy now.

  “Oh, look. He’s staring at her now,” one of the Pretty Princesses in expensive clothes from the hallway, this one blonde, murmured to her friend as they walked past me. Once she was in front of me she turned her head to the side, glanced over her shoulder and shot me a glare identical to the one she’d given me in the hallway. “It’s like she’s an animal at the zoo or something.”

  She was abnormally beautiful and perfectly proportioned. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a low, sleek pony tail. A gold, glittery headband rested on top of her head. Small, diamond studs shone brightly at each earlobe. She wore a light pink short sleeved t-shirt with a tiny pocket over the left breast and crisp white short shorts. I could tell her clothes and her earrings were expensive, just like I could tell she liked knowing her clothes were of a better quality than most of the other students I’d seen so far. She had really mean eyes for one so pretty.

  The corner of her upper lip curled in an ugly sneer as she turned her back on me with a flip of her pony tail. This was not the kind of attention I had wanted to garner on my first day. Or my second day. Or my fifth month. Or ever, for that matter.

  “You don’t have anything to worry about,” one of her minions rushed to assure her. This one a brunette, but otherwise she looked almost like a clone of the blonde girl. So much so it was kind of weird and I couldn’t help but wonder if before school they’d called each other and coordinated their outfits so they matched. “It’s not like she’s prettier than you or anything. And, like I’ve told you, like, a million times, he’s probably gay. That’s the only way he wouldn’t want to go out with you. You’ve got the wrong parts. He likes dicks.” She giggled loudly as they rushed to take their seats.

  Only one more year, Ariel Kimber, then you’re free, I told myself. To hell with them all.

  I quickly scurried to an empty desk on the opposite side of the room from the boy with the cold eyes and menacing voice. I didn’t care about the pretty girl with the mean eyes and ugly sneer. She didn’t scare me, but something about that boy sure did, though. Before I could sit in the empty seat I’d chosen someone else beat me to it.

  “Seats already taken, freak show. Find a different one. Now.” A boy with short blonde hair snarled at me. He had sky blue eyes that upon first glance were lovely, but after staring into them for a few seconds I realized they might be pretty to look at but they held no warmth. I took in the rest of him. Pretty boy face. Dark blue jeans. White football t-shirt that had Devils and the number fourteen in large red print on the front, it probably housed his last name and the same number on the back. He looked like he could be twins with the mean girl. Go figure.

  The freak show comment really stung. I could only assume it was due to the fact that I had a black hoop through the right side of my lower lip and a whole lot of shiny studs running up the crest of my ears. I didn’t imagine they got a whole lot of people who looked different from the norm around here. Still, people had never been this blatantly rude to me before in my whole life.

  I clutched my book bag to my chest with both hands, like a shield, stepped back away from the desk and turned towards the front of the classroom. I made this maneuver without muttering a single word. When I faced the front of the classroom a balding man with thin, wire framed glasses and ill-fitting (ill-fitting because his stomach stuck out like he had a basketball placed under his button up shirt, narrow hips and his shirt was tucked into his trouser pants) clothes stood, arms crossed, glaring disapprovingly at me from half way across the room. He had thick, bushy white eyebrows and a gross wart popped out on the side of his nose. I fancied there were long, pubic like hairs sticking out of that wart.

  If I wasn’t so upset by my classmate’s behavior towards me I would have giggled at the sight of him, him and his basketball shaped baby belly. He looked about ready to either pop or give birth to triplets.

  “Let me guess,” he sneered nastily, “you’re Ariel Kimber.”

  Was everyone in this town going to hate me on sight or what? This whole town sucked, and so did all these mean kids.

  My face heated and I just knew I was blushing three different shades of red on more than my face. My entire body likely glowed an unattractive shade of red. “Ye… Yes, sir.” I stammered. Because he’d sneered my name, I really didn’t want to have to talk to him at all.

  He pursed his, too thin for his fat face lips, and ordered, “Have a seat next to Mr. Tyson.”

  Did he honestly expect me to know who Mr. Tyson was? I had no clue. How was I supposed to know who in the heck Mr. Tyson was? I turned around and frantically scanned the room for an open seat. There had to be one since he expected me to sit in it. My eyes grew round in panic. I started to shake my head from side to side but somehow managed to stop myself.

  Of course, he was Mr. Tyson.

  Of course.

  Fuck my life.

  I licked my suddenly dry lips and headed towards the back, to where I assumed my seat was because it was the only available desk in the room. Right next to Mr. Menacing Voice. Or, whom I assumed was this Mr. Tyson.

  I didn’t make it to my desk right away.

  Half way down the aisle, two desks from my empty one, someone stuck out their foot and tripped me.

  I went down hard, landing on my knees with my bag still clutched in my hands. The impact jarred me and I bit down on the inside of my cheek, causing my face to sting. Pain always kept the tears at bay. Always.

  “Freak show,” a deep, unmistakably male voice muttered.

  I don’t know why but I sought him out with my eyes. It’s like they were drawn right to him by some invisible force that I couldn’t seem to hide from. His eyes were still cold, but I could swear I saw something uneasy flicker through them before he masked it with indifference.

  The room remained utterly silent for a few seconds before it exploded with loud cheering and the laughter of my classmates along with a few shocked gasps and sounds of disgust. Not everybody found my humiliation to be amusing.

  “Way to go, Chucky.” Someone called out, I think it was the mean girl but couldn’t be sure.

  I looked to the side of me where the foot would have had to have come from. I found another Devils football t-shirt wearing jock. This one a mammoth brunette with light brown eyes and an adorable dimple. His t-shirt showcased the number eight. He leered down at me with no remorse whatsoever on his face. It really sucked that some people weren’t as ugly on the outside as they were on the inside. If that were the case this pretty boy would look like a s
teaming pile of dog poo.

  I quickly looked away from him and his adorable dimple and scrambled to my feet. I brushed off the knees of my black leggings and slowly, carefully, walked to my empty seat in silence, showing no reaction other than my initial flinch filled with pain.

  I was not going to give these people the satisfaction of seeing me cry.

  I sat down in my seat with as much dignity as I could muster. Which, honestly, wasn’t much at all, but I still managed it. I stared, unseeing, straight ahead and clutched my bag to my chest.

  None of it mattered.

  They didn’t matter.

  To hell with them all.

  I kept telling myself that, but this time I feared it was all a false bravado.

  Throughout the whole class I felt Tyson’s eyes burning into me. I paid him no mind just as I did everyone else.

  Chapter Two

  “Rough first day? I’ve never been the new kid before, but I can imagine it’s not all that fun.”

  I was in creative writing, the only class I had looked forward to the entire day. It was the last class of the day, and that question had come from my table mate. I was so out of it I hadn’t even noticed there was someone seated next me at the table.

  Rough first day? Was this some kind of joke? More torment for the new girl?

  I kept my head facing forward but my eyes shifted to the side so I could examine the girl who spoke to me. After first hour, no one had spoken directly to me for which I was entirely grateful.

  She was a very pretty blonde girl with huge boobs. I hate to say I noticed them, but there was no way I could have not noticed them, they were that huge. Sweet, sky blue eyes hid behind thick, black rimmed glasses. With her hair tucked back behind her ears I noticed rather large plugs in both ear lobes. She was outside of the norm, like me. Her jeans were torn at the knees and her black t-shirt professed her love for some indie band I’d heard of but never actually listened to.