4. Mrs Sandy James
The walk to my familiar green door doesn't seem to last long enough. We stroll slowly down the darkening streets discussing silly, pointless things. I feel so bare when I'm with Scott, like I don't need to hide behind the fake smiles and makeup, like I can show him every ugly, crazy, fiery part of me. It feels nice to have someone to talk to.
"Scott, I want to-"
"Evi!" My mother calls, making her way down the path. "Is this the boy you were telling me about?" Oh god.
"This has gotta stop happening to us." I mumble to Scott. He laughs slightly, although I'm not sure why. This is the second time in two days my mother has interrupted us!
"You told your mother about me?" He asks, with an amused smile on his face, raising an eyebrow.
"She sure did!" My mum sings as she reaches us. I can feel my cheeks heating up. This is so embarrassing!
"Scott, is it?"
"Yes," he replies, extending a hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs James!"
"Oh! Call me Sandy!" She laughs taking his hand. They shake before she turns to me. "You didn't tell me he was so well mannered!"
"I didn't really tell you anything..." I mumble, wishing I could curl up and hide.
"Would you like to come in for a drink, Scott?" Oh god! Please say no! Please say no!
"I'd love to, but I really should get home. Thank you though!" He replies sweetly. Is this seriously the guy that chucked water over me yesterday?!
"Of course! Well, I hope to see you again soon, Scott. It was lovely meeting you!" My mother says cheerfully as she begins her walk back up the path.
"You too, Sandy!" Scott calls.
"You've gotta be kidding me..." I moan when my mum is out of earshot. "You're on first name basis with my mum already, and she's asking you in for a drink? Seriously?!"
"So, what did you tell your mom about me?" He smirks, ignoring me and looking pretty self-satisfied.
"Literally, just your name and the fact you walked me home. My mom gets carried away." I roll my eyes.
"You know, you should really stop rolling your eyes, it's a bad habit." He steps closer to me.
"Setting your hair on fire is probably also a bad habit, but I'm not gunna stop that." I whisper. He smiles slightly, before kissing my lips gently. I close my eyes and feel his mouth against mine. He pulls away slowly.
"Night, Evi!" He whispers, emphasizing my nickname in a mocking tone. I punch him lightly on the arm.
"Goodnight, Scott." I call as I walk up the path to the door.
Once I'm inside, the interrogation starts. Straight away my mother grabs me and pulls me down on the sofa.
"So..." She starts, a girly smile across her womanly face.
"What?" I roll my eyes. It's a bad habit. I shake my head to remove the words from my mind.
"Why didn't you tell me he was that cute?" She giggles.
"Mom! He's just a friend!" I say, I feel like I'm trying to convince myself more than her.
"A very cute friend." She winks at me. "Shame about those glasses covering him up though. What's that about?"
"He has an eye condition." I respond in an emotionless voice.
"He's a lovely guy. You could really use someone like-"
"Mom! He's a friend." I emphasize the last word. "Now, please never embarrass me like that again!"
"Fine, fine. If you say so." She says sarcastically.
"I do say so." I get up and head towards the stairs. "I'm going to get some coursework done. Call me when dinner's ready!"