I'm sure Scott probably thinks we're going to the movies to relax, spend some time being teens. But, honestly, that's not my intention at all. The only reason I want this is so that I can sit and make out with Scott in the back row. We never seem to get time to be a couple at the mansion. Dating the leader of a crime-fighting super team is difficult!
"I don't have to be telepathic to know why you chose these seats." A cheeky smile steals Scott's lips as we sit in the dark back row.
"I don't know what you're implying." I smile sweetly, feigning innocence.
"Of course." He answers sarcastically. "So it was nothing to do with this?"
His lips are suddenly on mine and I feel a shock of pleasure run through my body. I resist the urge to moan in response to our connection, as the first movie trailer covers the screen.
Soon, the entire film has passed and Scott and I are none the wiser about its storyline.
"If acting like a teenager means making out with you for two straight hours, remind me to do it more often." Scott whispers in my ear as the credits roll up the screen.
"See! It's good to have a little fun sometimes, Cyclops!" I giggle.
"You do realize we're gunna have to google the synopsis of this film for when Bobby interrogates us when we get home?" We both laugh as we stand from our seats and make our way to the exit. Home. I smile at Scott's simple choice of word. It means a lot that he can see the mansion - with me - as home, when he's been searching for a place to belong for the past seven years.
As soon as we step outside into the cold autumn night, I feel a shiver creep down my spine. Ugh! I hate cold weather.
"Wait inside." Scott commands. "I'll go get the car. You just stay warm."
"No." He kisses my forehead quickly. "You and cold don't mix. Stay here."
I sigh, nodding, and step back inside. As I watch him jog off in the direction of the car park, I can't help but fall in love with him a tiny bit more. He's so caring and thoughtful. He definitely deserves better than a selfish, immature teenager like me. He really is the stereotypical good guy. Everything about him screams 'perfect Boy Scout'. Whereas, everything about me... I shudder at the thought. The 'good guy/hero' character is definitely something I'm not. The villain, however, I possibly am. Villains lie, cheat and steal. Lying - check! I told Scott that nothing happened when I met with John. Cheating - check! I kissed Warren without even bothering to talk to Scott about our issues first. Stealing - check! Need I even mention where I got my boots from, for my uniform? Scott and I are polar opposites. He deserves a hero; he deserves someone better, like... Like Jean. Ugh! No! I can't think like that! I love him and he says he loves me. We're happy together, and that's all that matters right now... Isn't it?
"Hey." The friendly female voice behind me makes me jump from my thoughts. I turn quickly to find its source.
I first notice her hair; long, deep brown and choppy layers, with a large fringe that mirrors my own. Her eyes are a slightly lighter shade of brown and are perfectly ordinary, yet there is something about them that makes them beautiful and captivating. She wears all black - a simple tank and some ripped skinny jeans, topped off with large, leather boots that seem to have an extreme number of unnecessary buckles. Leather bracelets and cuffs frame each wrist, under which, I can see small parts of thick, black tattoos. She is tall - almost as tall as Scott - and the perfect match between thin and curvy. Essentially - she is stereotypically 'hot'.
"Hi?" Who is she? I wonder as I mutter my confused reply.
"Evelyn, isn't it?" She smiles a perfect, straight, white smile. However, she still looks like she could kick my ass any moment.
"Urrr... Yeah." How does she know my name? "Sorry, do I know you?"
"I'm a friend of John's." Oh shit.
"Oh. Cool." I smile, though I'm sure she must be able to see my nervousness. I may act like a villain, but I can tell that in comparison to this girl, I'm just the popular high school student I was six months ago.
"He wants to see you." She states bluntly. "It's important."
"Tell him I'll contact him over the next two days." I knew I was gunna have to face him again at some point. Part of me actually wants to.
"Good." Her response tells me that there was no way I could not have complied with her commands. "Also, you better keep a tight grip on that boyfriend of yours." She licks her lips in a way that would look insanely creepy on anyone else, but looks insanely sexy on her. I feel the familiar heat start to burn inside me. Not here, Evelyn.
"Don't worry. I will." I growl. She better keep her filthy paws off Scott.
"Of course." Her eyes flick up to the glass doors. "Speak of the devil. Ooooh! Nice car!"
I look through the doors to see Scott waiting outside, leaning casually against his car.
"Yes. It is." I say bluntly. "Bye."
"I hope to see a lot more of you, Evelyn. Oh! And by the way," She extends her hand for me to shake it. I eye it suspiciously for a second before taking it. "They call me Voltage."
A small static shock shoots through my palm. Ouch! Jeez! I really don't like this girl!
"Ardor." I smile sarcastically, raising the temperature of my palm until the girl in front of me pulls her hand away in retreat.
"I can see why John likes you. Goodnight, Evelyn." Our eyes connect and we stand there for a second, locked in each other's gaze, before I break the contact and head outside.
"Who was that?" Scott asks when I reach the car.
"Oh, just an old friend." Another lie, Evelyn? Aren't you digging yourself a hole now?
**Finally! Sorry for the bulk upload, guys. I kept forgetting! I know everything is a little dull again, but Voltage and John have a plan that will spice things up in the next few chapters. ;) Also, what do you think of Voltage? Let me know!**