The Boy With The Silver Lighter **ON HIATUS**

**Sequel to 'The Boy With The Red Sunglasses'.** It has been a week since the funeral of Evelyn James, a funeral that shouldn't have happened. Because Evelyn is not dead, although she might as well be. With the order to stay away from her friends, family and the boy she loves, Evelyn has no choice but to go back to the boy who caused her death - the boy with the silver lighter.


10. Club Omega

"This place is a dump." Evelyn removes her helmet and takes out a small, compact mirror from her back pocket. She begins touching up her hair. "Why are we here?"
"It's a club." I reply curtly, leaning against the bike impatiently.
"Yeah, I can see that, hot stuff." She rolls her eyes. "But it's only nine o'clock and this place is dead."
"I wouldn't be so sure." I murmur, snatching the spare helmet from her. "And what do you care? Are you even old enough to drink?"
"Are you?" She counters. I can't help but smirk. She's good.
"Get your ass inside, Ardor." I order, finally giving in to my smile.
"This better be worth having you stuck between my thighs for two hours." She growls, as she heads for the door. "What is this place?"
"Mutants like us tend to have a certain sort of place..." I wrap my arm around her waist as we push through the door. Of course, there's no queue here. Why would there be? This is a club primarily owned by mutants. Humans aren't really welcome. "This is Club Omega."
"That sounds like some school kid started a club in his tree house." She rolls her eyes. But I soon notice her smile sneak to her lips as she takes in the surroundings, particularly a tall, pale guy with dark brown hair and shining grey eyes. I feel my body tense up automatically.
"Go get me a drink, yeah?" She passes her new card to me and strolls off quickly. What the hell?
I don't move from the spot, my eyes locked on her as she approaches the grey eyed boy. He looks around my age and, in any other circumstances; I could easily like this guy on first impressions. But not now. Not when the girl I love is stalking over to him in a provocative outfit.
I take a seat at the bar and stare intently at Evelyn, focusing our connection to hear her conversation.
"Hi, I'm Ardor." She smiles up at him, fingering one of the straps on her tank. Why is she introducing herself as Ardor?
"Unusual name. That's like a burning passion, right?" He replies in an irritating British accent.
"Uh huh. And I have to say, your accent is delicious." She bites her lip. Ugh. I remember when my accent was delicious.
He laughs. "Thanks. I'm Gavin."
"You wanna dance, Gavin?" She drawls his name in a seductive manner. I can't believe her!
"Here," He twists his fingers and two glasses float over to them. A telekinetic. Perfect. "Have a drink."
"Sure." She smiles. That's it!
I march over to them quickly.
"Hi. I don't believe we've met." I say forcefully to the grey eyed telekinetic, wrapping my arm around Evelyn's shoulders.
"Sorry, who are you?" He seems insulted by my presence. Good.
"Pyro. Ardor's boyfriend." I smile sarcastically. Evelyn sighs heavily and shrugs off my arm, before storming off.
"Pyro?" He smirks. "You better keep her on a tighter leash."
"You know, you should really keep your dirty telekinesis away from her." I growl.
"She came on to me." He seems amused, which just pisses me off even more. "Guess you're just not enough for her."
"Do you want to start this here?" I flick my lighter in my fingers and create a small ball of flames between us. The bustling bodies around us don't seem to notice.
"Ooohh. Scary." His sarcasm makes the flames between us glow brighter with my irritation.
"Pyro!" Evelyn's voice snaps, the flames between me and 'Gavin' disappearing as she nears us. "Be good."
"Let's go." It's more of a command than a suggestion.
"But we only just got here." She says before switching to use our connection. "And I owe this guy a dance."
"Come on." I take her arm and pull her towards the bar. "You have no idea who that guy is! And aren't you supposed to be keeping a low profile?"
"I'm not your girlfriend." She replies curtly.
"I don't care. If me lying about our relationship status keeps you out of the arms of some random telekinetic you just met, I'm gunna do it." I hiss.
"Oooohh." She sings like a child. "You're jealous!"
"You wish." I lie. Of course I'm jealous! She's supposed to be with me! We have a-
"We have a connection, I know." She rolls her eyes.
"Stay out of my head." I warn.
"Admit you're jealous then." She places her right hand on her hip and uses her left to lean casually on the bar.
"Ugh… You're so stubborn. Just say it." She yawns sarcastically.
"No. I'm not jealous. I just don't think you should be so open about who you are when you're supposed to be dead, Ardor." I snap.
"Fine!" Suddenly all playful sarcasm is lost from her voice. Is she insulted that I'm not admitting my jealousy?
"Fine." I repeat like an immature child.
"Leave me alone." She orders, heading back off across the room. Although she is soon lost in the mass of dancing bodies, I know where she's heading. Back to the British telekinetic.
"Wow." A voice speaks up behind me. I turn to see a beautiful, blond girl sat on a bar stool sipping what looks like whiskey through a straw. "What was up with her?"
"Don't ask." I sigh. That's kind of my motto for anything Evelyn does now - don't ask.
"No. She's more like a little sister to me." I lie.
"Faye." She smiles, extending her hand.
"John." I shake it. "What brings you here?"
In Club Omega, that's kind of code for 'what cool thing can you do'. Because, after all, if it wasn't for our mutations, we wouldn't be here.
"Watch this." She whispers, before turning to follow the barman's movements intently. She bites her lip lightly and I notice the barman flinch slightly. He then swiftly pours two strange, brightly coloured drinks and places them on the bar before us.
"On the house." He smiles, but his eyes are distant and somewhat lost. Then, he wanders back over to the other side of the bar.
"Wow. Hypnotic abilities." I smile down at the girl beside me. "That's pretty hot."
"Speaking of things that are hot," She mindlessly flicks the straw around the fingers on her right hand. "From your display earlier, I'm assuming you're a pyrokinetic."
"You got me." Screw Evelyn! I can play that game too.
"Cute accent by the way." Ha! At least someone appreciates me.
"Grow up, John." Evelyn is in my mind.
"You see, this is where I'd usually offer to buy you a drink," I lean in slightly closer to Faye. "But you seem to have beaten me to it."
"Well, you could always-"
"Pyro!" Evelyn suddenly appears beside me. "We're leaving."
"I don't think that's your choice to make." I reply with a sarcastic smile.
"Now!" She seems tense. It's amusing.
"Fine." I sigh, throwing her my keys. "Go get the bike."
"You're unbelievable." She growls, before turning and heading for the door.
"Call me." Faye purrs, flicking me a small white card.
"Sure." I smile, although I have no intention of calling her. Why would I?
"Catch you later, John."
"Yeah." I leave the building quickly. Sure, she was cute. But she's not Evelyn.
"You're so immature." Evelyn yells over the roar of the bike. "Get on."
"I don't know what you're talking about." I reply smugly. "But there's no way I'm letting you drive, sweetcheeks."
"You were so trying to make me jealous!" She shuts off the engine.
"Why would I do that? You're not my girlfriend, so surely you wouldn't get jealous." I wander over to the bike and remove the keys from the ignition.
"Well... You're not- I'm- Argh! You're so annoying!" She squeals, trying to snatch back the keys.
"You're so jealous." I laugh, holding up the card Faye gave me in her view.
"No, I'm not!" She snaps. "Give me that!"
She picks the card from my fingers and inspects it slowly, her cheeks adopting a familiar red hue. And then, suddenly, the card catches fire and is destroyed instantaneously.
"What was that about you not being jealous?" I question sarcastically, more than amused.
"I slipped." She murmurs, crossing her arms over her chest.
"You slipped and burnt up the number of a girl who I was just talking with?" I raise an eyebrow, suppressing laughter.
"Yes." She says bluntly. "Get on the bike, consolation prize."
"Don't call me that." I growl. She really knows how to piss me off! "And get off. I'm driving."
"Maybe I'll give that Gavin guy my number." She teases, slipping off the bike.
"You don't have a phone." I remind her.
"Oh. Well..."
"Just give up. And get on behind me." I order, settling into the comfortable and familiar seat on my bike. She obeys. "Wrap your arms around my waist."
"Do I have to?" She moans, slipping a helmet over her head.
"Yes." I say simply, before donning my own helmet. I feel her arms snake around my body and smile behind the headgear. This is one of the many things I love about my bike. I bet Summers never got this with that flashy sports car of his.
"John?" Evelyn's thoughts speak up.
"I do still find your accent sexy, you know?" Her thoughts seem timid. Nothing like the girl who I spoke to aloud a few minutes back.
"Sexier than that sleaze ball's British accent?" I push, my smile returning.
"If you admit you were jealous, I'll tell you." Her confidence returns to her thoughts slightly.
"Fine. I was jealous." I confess. "Very jealous. I don't like it when you talk to other guys."
"I knew it!" I feel her giggle against my body. It's a good feeling. "And the answer is yes. Far sexier."
"Good." My grin grows behind my helmet.
"Where are we going now?" She questions in my mind.
"I know someone who will be really happy to see you."


**Helloooooooo! How do you think the sequel is going so far? I know so far the storyline is kind of sucky, but I have a plan. :) Do keep commenting, it’s really useful! Thanks.**

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