Who was this mysterious boy called John? What was this strange connection we had? And why does is make me feel so uneasy to think about it?
"Evelyn," Scott's voice in my ear snaps me from my daydream and pulls me back to reality, and the club. Scott and I are on our fourth drink now, although I'm still not sure how I convinced him to let me consume that much alcohol. Despite this, my mind is clear. I've never been a lightweight; alcohol does not affect me much. Scott, however, has not had much to eat today, and is noticeably tipsy, which makes me giggle to myself. Mr Serious is having fun!
I turn to face him and kiss his lips softly. We are towards the edge of the dance floor, but still surrounded by other students.
"Yeah?" I reply, Scott's perfect smile pushing any thought of John from my mind.
"I really think we should get home." His voice is low and seductive. "I need to be alone with you. Now."
I swat him lightly on the arm.
"Be good!" I hiss laughing.
"No." He growls and kisses me with so much force and passion that I almost fall backwards. I return the kiss, but with less enthusiasm. As much as I could never turn down a delicious make out session with my gorgeous boyfriend, I feel now is not the time nor place. I pull away from him gently.
"Go call a cab." I command over the loud music. I expect him to object, insist that he is capable of driving. But he doesn't. Instead, he takes out his phone and heads outside. I smile to myself, Scott and alcohol is a good combination. He's so much less possessive!
I return our glasses to the bar, and leave a generous tip for the bartender, before heading to the exit to find Scott.
As soon as I exit the club, a strong, harsh figure steps into my path.
"Oh! It's you." I gasp in surprise. The man I had previously discovered was named John stands before me, towering above me. Damn, he's intimidating.
"How about that dance?" He leers. A small shiver creeps down my spine, but I have no inclination to move.
"Sorry, I'm leaving now." I state strongly.
"Come on, just stay with me a second." He insists.
"No. I really have to-" the takes hold of me arm. "Let go of me." My voice is calm but firm.
"Please, Evelyn. I just want to talk." The way he uses my name like a friend really creeps me out.
"Let go of me now!" I order, the calmness slowly fading from my voice.
"No!" I yell. "Get off me, you creep."
His grip tightens on my arm. What the hell?! That's it! I click my fingers on my non-restrained left hand and a ball of flames appears in my palm.
"Get away from me, or I'll burn that pretty blonde hair right off your head, I swear to God!" The anger in my voice makes it almost unrecognizable.
He laughs and releases my arm, but does not step away. It is now that I notice the flames escaping from my hand, like a snake following the tune of a pipe player. What the-? I let my eyes trail the path of the flames until I notice their destination. John's hands! What? The fire weaves elegantly between the fingers on both of his hands, which are stretched out between us.
"Wha- How?" I stutter.
"Pyrokinesis is not a common mutation." He watches the fire in his hands. "It's unbelievably rare to find two people with this unique talent in the same area."
In a second, he flicks his hands up and towards me. The fire tumbles towards my face at lightning speed, and I lift my left hand as a reflex action. The flames flow into my palm and disappear. Yet, all this time, my eyes have not strayed from the boy in front of me.
"Yes, I can manipulate fire, like you. But," He takes a step forward and I counter it with a step back. "You can do more than just that, can't you? You can create fire too."
"I- I-" I take a deep breathe to suppress the stutter that has claimed my lips with my anxiety about this situation. "I don't feel comfortable talking about this, here, with you."
"Call me." He slips a piece of paper into my right hand, making me jump at the contact. "Do you have a real name?"
"What?" Shock has claimed my brain now, nothing makes sense.
"You know - a mutant name." I scan the area quickly. How can he talk about being a mutant so loud in public? "I'm Pyro."
"Ardor." I say without thinking. "They call me Ardor."
"Well, I'll see you around, Ardor." He walks into the darkness and soon disappears into the night.
Suddenly, a strong hand on my shoulder startles me. Damn. I'm so jumpy tonight.
"I've been looking for you!" Scott's familiar voice calms me immediately. I turn to face him and smile. "Where have you- Evelyn, you're so pale! You look like you've seen a ghost!"
"No, I'm fine." I assure him. "When's the taxi getting here?"
**Short chapter, sorry. Hope you’re enjoying the Movella so far. What do you think of adding in Pyro? And what is your opinion on how I’ve presented him?**