I still feel guilty when I wake up late morning. I can't believe I was so insensitive to bitch about my powers when Scott was the one with the real struggle. A million thoughts buzz through my mind about a different Scott - without his glasses made of- what was it? ‘Ruby quartz’? A Scott who was terrified of himself, who searched frantically for a way to be normal. I think of the pain he told me about that occurred before each outburst - the burn in his eyes, the headaches. I don't know how he coped, and then for one outburst to turn out to be more of a permanent fixture. I couldn't imagine. Maybe that's why he's so intent on helping me? He doesn't want someone else going through what he did. Maybe.
I reach for my phone and see that I have one new message from Scott, delivered at 07:43. I glance at the clock; it is now 10:31. I click the open button.
Hey! Evelyn! You're so hot, you're practically on fire! ;D S x
I roll my eyes and giggle. As cheesy as it is, the text makes me smile uncontrollably. I guess he took my advice and decided to lighten up!
Ha. Ha. Very funny! You're getting good at this whole 'pun' thing, I see.
What are you doing today? E x
I know! I've been practicing. ;D
Nothing currently. Why? S x
Wanna meet up? E xx
Of course! S x
We decide on a place and time quickly; outside the local coffee shop at 12. That gives me plenty of time to be lazy in bed before getting up to get ready. I love Saturdays!
After a quick nap, I am up and almost ready. Unfortunately, the point I am stuck on, is probably the most important - clothes. What am I supposed to wear to meet up with Scott? I've never really put much thought into it before. When I've seen him, it's been either at school, or too late at night for me to care. But now I feel like I should make an effort for him.
It's relatively sunny outside, but I don't want to risk wearing shorts. I don't want to feel over dressed; as I get the impression Scott will be dressed pretty casually, as usual. I glance at my clock and notice that it's already half eleven. Argh! I have to decide, and quick. I close my eyes and pull out something from the selection of pants in my wardrobe, and something from the selection of tops. I quickly slip the on and look in the mirror. Not a bad random choice, actually. The black skinny jeans elongate my legs, whilst the rips in them add an edge to my style, and my simple black tank works well, whilst showing about half an inch of my skin above my waistband. I shrug. This'll have to do.
I reach the coffee shop at around two minutes to twelve. Scott, unsurprisingly, is already waiting.
"What's with you always being irritatingly punctual?" I ask mockingly.
"I just like to get things done!" He replies, smiling, and kisses my cheek politely, making me blush.
"So, does this count as our first date?" I ask him with a quick wink as we begin to walk to the park down the quiet street.
"Wasn't training last night a good enough first date for you?" He laughs.
"Somehow I don't think fire is a normal ingredient in an ordinary first date." I say, subtly watching him walk beside me. How did I never notice him before? He reaches out and takes my hand, before turning his head to look at me.
"You're not an ordinary girl." He whispers.
When we arrive at the park, we decide to find a sweet shady spot under one of the old oak trees. I remember playing there with me mom when I was little, when everything was simple.
"So," Scott starts "I did some more research this morning."
"Really? On people like us?" I hush my voice so as not to be heard. "People with... Abilities?"
"Yeah, now I know more about your powers, I managed to find more specific ways of researching, after all, the Internet is pretty big." He explains.
"So what did you find?" The eagerness is more than evident in my voice.
"There are some reports on another girl that I've found. She has the ability to teleport - quite amazing, really. But they're doing tests on her, to prove whether it's a hoax or not." He reports in an almost emotionless voice.
"What did they find?" I ask, edging closer to him. He turns to face me and lowers his voice.
"There are rumours that she's got some sort of genetic mutation." He whispers.
"Like... She's more evolved than the average human?" I raise an eyebrow, slightly confused.
"Exactly. Which makes sense, I guess. But if the rumours are true about the teleport girl, I can bet that a very similar 'mutation' is what has given us our abilities." I sense a small amount of excitement in his voice.
"Wow..." I whisper, more to myself than Scott. "So, by a teleport, you mean she can jump from-"
"From place to place in seconds. Exactly." He cuts in.
"Wow." I repeat. This is a lot to take in.
"Yeah, it would be nice to know why we were made this way, but I think that's a long way off." He slumps with disappointment as he says the words.
"For now though, we can make out own entertainment..." I shoot him a cheeky expression.
"Come here." He orders, a sly smile creeping over his face. I oblige and he pulls my chest to his. I kiss him softly. Both of our bodies relax when our lips make contact.
"You are honestly... Wow, Evelyn." He stammers, making me chuckle.
"Oh!" I say suddenly, as the thought grabs my attention. "Party. Tonight. Are you coming?"
"Wait. What? What party?" He pulls a confused expression.
"Oh, sorry." I respond, remembering that I haven't told him any details yet. "Sara's having a house party tonight. She says you can come, if you want?"
"Evelyn, I don't know... I don't really fit in and I won't have anyone there to-"
"You'll have me." I interrupt. "Please come, for me?"
He sighs "Fine."
I throw my arms around him in a huge hug, and squeal with happiness.
"Pick me up at 7?"