Imdalind 01 - Kiss of Fire by Rebecca Ethington Read Free Book Online Page B

catcalls that had started the second I had been noticed in the stands.
    Oh the joys of being among boys stuck in an all-boy school. Any time they even got around a girl, the hormones came out like crazed tiger cubs surrounded by fresh meat. Luckily, Tyler Brand, one of Ryland’s friends I had met a few times, found me as I darted around and invited me to sit next to him and his friends. I was still noticed far more than I was comfortable with and part of me wished I could sit alone, but with Edmund so close it just wasn’t safe.
    I slid closer to Tyler and his group, attempting to make polite conversation; all the while, I kept looking around to find out where Edmund and the mysterious boy were going to sit. I had forgotten how hard it was to keep up a conversation with anyone other than Ryland. I tried to interject as much as I could, but I kept tripping over my words and making awkward comments. Before long, the group began to look at me with the expression I knew all too well: the look that said they knew something was just a bit off about me. Eventually I gave up and sat back, making sure my hair covered my mark so it wouldn’t give them another thing to dislike about me.
    Edmund had chosen a seat in the front row about two sections over, the red headed boy still right beside him. The boy looked almost protective, like he was supposed to be Edmund’s bodyguard. I had never seen him before, so I guess he could be. What bothered me the most about him was that he kept standing and looking at the crowd. It wasn’t the casual glance for trouble; it was the deep stare of someone who was searching for something or someone. Several times his look lingered in my direction, and I felt my spine stiffen uncomfortably.
    Even with the mysterious boy’s continued stares, the game went by quickly, and I found myself enjoying it more than I had thought I would. I couldn’t help but join in with the crowd’s excited screams and cheers; their excitement was infectious, and before long, I was smiling from ear to ear. Ryland was right, a good Rugby game was the pick-me-up I needed. The Whittier Academy team made a scramble toward their line and I got swept up in the screams and hollers of hundreds of boys, anticipation of another goal resonating through everyone.
    Ryland’s team had the ball, passing it from teammate to teammate as they ran down the pitch. The ball got to Ryland, only for him to be tackled roughly by the opposing team when two players lunged at him, sending him backwards into three more. All five members of the opposing team and Ryland went down in a spectacular heap of bodies. The ball continued on, but it took a moment before Ryland stood again, a bit of blood dripping from a cut in his lip. I stood up immediately, my hands flying to my mouth in worry. I must have looked ridiculous because I heard Tyler laugh beside me.
    “He’s fine,” he yelled over the roar or the crowd. “It’s normal.”
    I nodded as I looked back to the field to see that Ryland had already run to rejoin the play. I had seen a few of these tackles during this game alone, but it still seemed rough, given that the players wore no padding. I sat down, aware that Edmund’s bodyguard was staring in my direction again.
    Ryland jostled back into place among the running bodies. The ball quickly passed to him, but this time, he avoided all of the other players as he weaved around each of them. Once he passed them, the wide expanse of field lay before him. He took off in a dead run toward the goal line, his strong legs pumping him forward until he reached the other end of the field for a glorious goal. Our side of the stadium erupted as Ryland turned around in a sort of victory salute.
    “26 – 19 with one minute left. We are State Champs!” Tyler yelled, drowning out the voice of the announcer who tried in vain to say that Ryland had scored the winning points.
    Ryland continued to dance and move about as the members from his team surrounded