12. Breaking News
The party was pretty good in the end. Scott did loosen up slightly, allowing me to consume two drinks, instead of just the one. I think the fact I get very 'kissy' when under the influence of alcohol may have contributed to his decision. He did not, however, seem too pleased when spin the bottle was suggested. Of course, I was more than up for it; Scott did not share my enthusiasm. Whilst about ten of us sat on the floor in a close circle, Scott sat on the sofa looking indescribably bored. That is, until the bottle pointed to me. His body would tense and I would see him evaluating the person that was to kiss his girlfriend. I dropped out of the game pretty early, feeling guilty about leaving Scott alone.
"So, where shall I meet you to walk home?" Scott asks me, as we sit on the bleachers at lunch.
"Out by the gate?" I say, between bites of my sandwich.
"Sure, I-" his phone bleeps, cutting him off. "Sorry."
He takes the phone from his pocket and types in a few numbers to unlock it. I can't see much on the screen from where I am sat, but I do notice a large red banner across the top of the screen that reads 'Breaking News'. I guess Scott must be subscribed to one of those news bulletin thingys. I glance up at him and notice that his face is unnaturally pale and his jaw hangs open.
"Scott?" I move closer. "What's wrong?"
As I close the distance between us, the writing on Scott's mobile becomes clearer. Now I understand his expression. The screen reads "Overly Evolved Humans, Dubbed 'Mutants', Discovered All Over The World". Oh god. This is bad. This is very bad!
"Wh- What are we going to- How can we- What-" Scott's words are lost in his confusion, as he remains locked to the screen.
"Oh my god. Scott, we can't let anyone find out about us! Look how they're presenting people like us already!" I point to the screen where the words 'highly dangerous' and 'major threat' stand out. He turns to face me and takes my hand.
"We need to find somewhere safe! We can't stay here." He says to me slowly.
"Scott, we can't just leave. I have friends, family, and a life here." I respond, slightly shocked at his suggestion. "Plus, we're 17. We have no money."
"Evelyn, we have to do something! This is huge!" I notice that the colour is returning to his face now.
"I know. But don't you think making rash actions on the day this story comes out will expose us as these..." I trail off trying to remember the word they used.
"Mutants." Scott finishes. A shiver crawls up my spine. What a disgusting word. I am not a 'mutant'.
"Look, we need to try to act normal, okay?" I whisper, before kissing his cheek as the school bell rings in the distance. "Come on."
He nods and takes my hand and we walk into school together. I feel like all eyes are on me, like everyone knows about my problem. I notice myself acting more guarded and tense than usual. Why is it so difficult to act normal?