I haven't seen Scott all day. I went to the bleachers as usual, I text him numerous times, but no. Nothing. By last period I am consumed with worry.
"Heard anything from lover boy?" Sara asks, twirling a piece of her soft blonde her whilst watching her actions carefully in her sparkly compact mirror.
"Who? Scott?" I turn to face her and sigh heavily. "No... I can't think what I've done wrong!"
"Evelyn." She snaps her mirror shut and turns to look at me. I know when she says my full name in that tone of voice that I am in trouble. "Why do you always think it's something you've done? I mean, after the way he acted at my party the other night, I wouldn't be surprised if he was just being a douche."
"Sara!" I exclaim in shock.
"What?" She raises her eyebrows and shrugs. "He's a teenage boy, that's kindaa what they do."
"Scott's not a normal teenage boy," I say, resisting the smile that threatens to claim my lips.
"Oh, really?" She says sarcastically.
"Sara, I'm really worried." I confess.
"I'm sure he's fine! He's probably just ill and spending the day in bed." She shrugs off my comment. "Stop worrying."
"Okay," I mumble and let my eye drop to check my phone again for the fifth time in as many minutes. Nothing. I sigh heavily.
Class passes slowly, as I bite my nails nervously and check my phone more times than is probably healthy. I wasn't this bad with any of my other boyfriends; I would just shrug off their absence as illness, or bunking, no big deal. But it's different with Scott. Everything is different with Scott. I don't know if it's his ability that makes me worry, or that terrible orphanage he told me about, or whether it's just the fact he's more alone than anyone else I've dated. Or maybe it's something else.
The bell rings, dragging me from my thoughts. We are quickly dismissed and Sara walks with me out of school. I try to take my mind off Scott by sparking up a less-than-interesting conversation with her. We talk about make-up and 'that bitch that won't keep her hands off Marcus', but, as much as I try, I know my mind is not in the conversation.
"Hey," Sara nudges me as we exit the school gates. "I think someone's waiting for you!"
"What?" I look up to her face. She giggles and nods her head to direct my attention to my right.
I turn and see him stood there, his tall frame propped up against the wall, a small smile on his lips. He lifts his chin slightly and the sun glints on his red glasses.
"Bye, Evi." Sara sings, still giggling slightly.
"Bye, Sara!" I call as I walk towards him.
"Hey," his smile grows as he steps towards me.
"Where have you been? I've been so worried! I mean, after that huge 'mutant exposure' thing yesterday- I thought- I mean- You could've-" I stutter quickly.
"Shh." He strokes a strand of hair from my eyes. "I'll explain everything."
I wrap my arms around him and hug him tight. He winces and sucks in a sharp breath, immediately causing me to retract my embrace.
"What happened? Are you okay?" He nods and breathes deeply. That is not 'okay'!
"Scott." I say in a warning tone.
As we walk, he explains everything that had happened the night before, about how the boys he lives with attacked him, what they made him do, how he escaped, the random guy he met with the weird name and weirder powers.
"So, let me get this straight, you met a guy, with abilities, like me and you." I scan around to check no one is near. "And you just went back to his house, completely blind?"
"Yes. No. Well... Sort of." Scott bites his lip nervously. "It's more of a manor than a house, technically. But he really seems to know what he's talking about. He retrieved my belongings from the orphanage today. I'm moving in there, with Charles. He said some other mutants will be coming soon."
"I'm sorry," I shake my head "but this just sounds like one of those creepy British novels when the weird old guy lures homeless teenage boys into his home, rapes them, murders them, and hides them under the floor boards!"
"Evelyn!" He laughs. "Charles is alright. He explained my mutation to me, why it happens, why he thinks I can't control it, he's pretty cool."
I roll my eyes. "Murderers seem 'pretty cool' until they stab you in the back. Literally."
"Bad habit." He reminds me, ignoring my statement. "Please, just come and meet him. Give him a chance?"
"Seriously?" I contort my face into a confused expression.
"Yeah, one chance. That's all I'm asking." He takes my hand. I sigh.
"Fine!" I exclaim. He smiles.
"Cool. Plus, if he is a murderer, he probably isn't a very successful one. The guy's in a wheelchair. Plus, who would stand a chance against me and you, fire girl?" Scott winks at me, as we stop outside my door. I kiss his cheek.
"If I'm gunna have a super hero nickname, it better be more exciting than 'fire girl', red eyes!" I whisper.
"Of course, flame women." He winks at me as I roll my eyes yet again.
"Goodbye, Scott." I say forcefully, with a telling smile on my face.
"Goodbye, flame women." His smile grows with amusement at my reaction to his words. "I'll text you."