When I awake it is late afternoon. Scott is no longer beside me. I sit up, stretch slowly and furrow my brow in confusion as I scan the room for any sign of where he may be. I now notice a small note on his pillow with a single red rose placed on top of it. I pick up the flower and take in the scent, I can't help but smile - he's so sweet. I turn my attention to the note now.
If you're reading this I'm still out getting you some clothes from your house.
I grin more until I realize that this means my boyfriend may be alone with my mom! I text him quickly.
Please say you've avoided my mum? Stay safe. E x
Within a few minutes my phone vibrates on the nightstand.
She wasn't in. I took your key from your school bag though, so you have some fresh clothes. ;D On way home now. S xx
YOU STOLE MY KEY AND WENT THROUGH MY UNDERWEAR DRAWER?! We need to talk, Summers. See you soon. E xx
I fall back down onto the pillow and replace my phone on the nightstand. I run the stem of the rose between my fingers and touch the petals to my lips. My eyes slide closed and I take a deep breath. How could things change so easily? Part of me is happier than ever before; the independence I feel as a mutant, the perfect boyfriend I've gained, the friends I've made. But part of me is still distraught. I'm still a freak, we're potentially being hunted by a madman whose motives we don't understand and nearly all of my previous life is slipping away from me. I sigh and sit up again slowly, before propping the rose up on top of the headboard - I'll find a vase for it later. I stand and slip on my jeans and Scott's T-shirt that we so carelessly discarded on the floor just hours ago. I smirk as I recall the many passionate moments we shared. I definitely love this boy.
I exit the room and walk mindlessly down the hallway in the search for something sweet and delicious - I'm starving!
Suddenly, something hooks my attention. Voices, coming from Professor Xavier's office. I walk over to the door as quietly as possible and listen in. I know I shouldn't, but I just can't resist!
"It's getting worse professor!" Jean's voice wavers slightly, as if she could cry. "I can't stop it."
"What exactly seems to be happening with your telepathy, Jean?" The professor sounds concerned.
"I get these moments when I can hear everything. I can hear Bobby's thoughts about his family. I can feel Warren's fear of what his injuries could do to him. I sense Scott's anxiety at the pressure of leading us. I hear Evelyn's torn thoughts about wanting to go home." What the hell was she doing in my head?! "I hear it all. And it won't stop."
"The mental blocks we put on your mind are being challenged by your emotions, Jean." The professor's voice is calm now.
"What emotions? What do you mean?" Jean sounds scared.
"Would you mind if I used my telepathy to search your brain for the issue?"
"No." Jean's quiet response is followed by a few seconds of silence before the professor speaks again.
"Just as I thought."
"What? What is it?" I can hear Jean's voice become more filled with panicked.
"Your attraction to the boy. It's making your mind want to reach out to him - to make a stronger connection with him." 'The boy'? Who's he talking about?
"That can't be all this is?" Jean sound slightly calmer now.
"Luckily, it is."
"So, there's nothing wrong with my telepathy?" She sounds as if she is begging for confirmation.
"No, Jean. If anything, this shows your telepathy is actually quite advanced." Blah, blah, blah. Yeah, we all know Jean is perfect. "We do, however, need to find a way around this, as I'm sure it's not very pleasant for you, and I don't think the others would be too happy if they were to discover you had been hearing their thoughts." You got that right.
"I- I don't do it on purpose!" She replies quickly.
"I know, child. That's why we must fix this issue now, so that you can focus your telepathy more and not have to deal with this." His tone is extremely controlled.
"How?" The word sounds like a plea.
"You must confront your attraction to the boy. Considering the situation, it would probably be most sensible for you to try to forget about him." What boy? What situation? "Although I understand how difficult that may seem."
"I don't think you do, professor. You see, it's more than an attraction now."
"How so?" The concern peaks in his voice again.
"I think I love him. I think I'm in love with Scott."