I stared intently at the little flame of the lighter, watching it flicker and dance in the slight breeze. Fire made me feel more alive, which is probably the reason I decided to take up smoking.
"Hey, Ash, want one?" said Beatrice from behind me. I looked over my shoulder, smiled and took the cigarette she offered me. I held the flame against the end of the little paper tube, watching it burn and begin to glow.
I breathed in, already feeling less moody. I didn't keep smoking because I was addicted to it, and I wasn't affected by it either. For some unknown reason, I was unique in the fact that smoke made it easier for me to breathe, rather than harder. It felt natural, and yes, I do know that sounds creepy, but it's true.
"Come on, girls," called Alex, waving at us to come over to the lake. Bea and Katie complied, and I sighed, stamped out the cigarette and followed them, putting the lighter back in my pocket.
Alex was talking to Jett by the water's edge. I went and crouched down near them, studying my reflection in the water. And then suddenly - crash. Someone collided with us from behind and everyone toppled into the lake. Everyone, including the boys, meaning Alex, Harry and Jett.
Jett. Now he was one good looking boy.
Don't ask me why I'm attracted to him. He's my polar opposite. Literally. His stormy temper was both intriguing and worrying at the same time. Not violent, just... I don't know, like a storm at sea. Sometimes it felt like we were a perfect match, and then sometimes we were as opposite as it's possible to be. On those days, we didn't talk to each other.
"Eww, I can't believe you got us wet!" shouted Beatrice. I couldn't help but agree with her. I pushed my now sopping wet fringe out of my eyes and blinked. Ugh. I hate water. I mean, I don't mind drinking it, but I hate being covered in it.
Bea wandered off in the direction of Alex's car, and I saw Katie stood a couple of metres away, giggling inanely at something Harry had said.
That left me alone with Jett. I would have talked to him, but it was one of those days, and so I just shrugged silently and went to go find somewhere to lie in the sun so I could dry off and get a better tan.
I couldn't sleep. I felt like I was burning up, flames licking across my skin. I knew I must be overheating pretty badly, but my duvet was on the other side of the room, where I'd thrown it, and I knew my radiator was off. Was I ill? I bloody well felt like it. I felt like I was in the middle of a huge bonfire, dancing on a flame, trying to stay aloft but eventually falling back into the bright heart of the burning wood. Suddenly, a crackling sound found its way to my ears, with a weird sense of something connecting.
Fire... was hovering between my fingers. But that was impossible, right?
Suddenly the fire disappeared, like it had never been there, making my hand look like a flame. And I disappeared with it, falling into a deep, dark sleep.