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.

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17. The Argument

"So, the telepath." I start casually, flopping down on the couch when we return home after our interesting encounter at the diner. "What's she like?"
"Jean?" Evelyn heads over to the kitchen and digs around in the fridge. So much for not eating anything in my house! "Oh, she's perfectly perfect."
"What?" I can't help but smile at the tiny hint of irritation in her tone.
"Well, she's just... You know... Perfect. With her perfect, harmless mutation, her perfect hair, her perfect, super sweet personality. She gets all the guys' attention." I then pick up on the first of her private thoughts since the accident. 'Including my ex-boyfriend's'.
"I bet she does." Evelyn tenses at my words and quickly turns to face me.
"'No!" She warns.
"What?" I feign innocence with a small smile.
"You are not hitting on my best friend!" She warns, pointing a banana at me in a threatening manner.
"I thought I was your best friend." I tease. "Plus, we're not together so why would you care?"
"Because," She begins, leaning against the counter in the way she now does so often. "She's too good for you."
"Hey! I'm a pretty good catch!" I argue.
"No, I mean, she's too good for you!" This time she emphasizes the word 'good' and flaps her hands around, knocking the banana in her right hand against the microwave.
"Yeah, I have no idea what you're trying to say." I bite my lip to stifle a laugh.
"You need a bad girl, one that can keep up with your fiendish plans." She explains, throwing the banana at me. I catch it and immediately place it on the coffee table. Me and healthy food don't mix. I'm not actually sure how fruit got into my apartment, I assume Evelyn bought it. "Jean Grey is far too innocent to be with a guy like you, John."
"Or maybe, you're just jealous?" I wink at her.
"Ugh! You are so self-obsessed, John Allerdyce." She slumps onto the sofa beside me. "Plus, she's an X-Man. News flash: those guys hate you."
"She doesn't act like she hates me." I push further, an unstoppable smug smile claiming my lips.
"Just give up. There's no way you will ever get Jean Grey as your girlfriend." She crosses her arms over her chest and avoids allowing our eyes to meet. So jealous!
"Who said anything about a girlfriend? I just think she's hot." I sit back casually, aware of how my change in body language will annoy Eevelyn. "And I'm kind of curious to know what it would be like to spend a night with a girl with both telepathy and telekinesis."
"No way. Like a said, she's a good girl. You need someone bad." She rolls her eyes. I can almost feel her mentally willing me to shut up.
"Someone bad like you?" I say the words with slight caution. Her moods are all over the place now. I don't know how she'll react. I can tease her all day about wanting some other girl, but nothing would ever happen there. Yes, Jean Grey is perfect. But Evelyn James is perfect for me. I want no one else.
"Yes, like me." She sighs, before quickly adding, "But not me."
"Evelyn, what are we doing?" I ask, relaying her sigh.
"Well, currently we're sat in your apartment and I'm wondering why you haven't eaten that banana yet." I glance at the yellow fruit on the coffee table. No way. I'm not eating that.
"No, you know what I mean." I push into her mind to speak the final word. "Us."
"We're friends." She replies awkwardly, turning her face even further away from mine.
"Friends?" I raise my eyebrows.
"What else would it be?" She shrugs, still not looking back at me.
"Well, that's where I'm stuck, you see." I shuffle over to sit right next to her, taking her chin and pulling it to face me, our lips just inches away.
"What?" She swallows hard and I know I have her attention.
"Well, friends don't kiss each other with as much passion as we do. Friends don't spend every night wrapped in each other’s arms. Friends don't spend time in the other person's head, just because it's a nice place to be. Friends don't get jealous when the other starts flirting with someone else."
"I don't-"
"Friends," I cut her off, stroking a lock of red hair from her face and looking deep into her eyes. "Aren't madly in love."
"I don't love you, John." She says dismissively, standing from the sofa and heading back to the kitchen. Ugh. Women.
"Okay, so you don't feel that way about me yet." I follow her quickly.
"Yet?" She raises her eyebrows.
"Whatever." I shrug. "But still, what we have isn't just friendship, is it?"
"No, it's not." She flings the cupboard door open and grabs a glass, slamming it down on the counter with so much attitude it's almost unbelievable it doesn't shatter. "It was friendship until you fell in love with me, and then tried to goddamn murder me!"
"I didn't try to kill you, it was an accident. You were in the wrong place-"
"At the wrong time? Yeah, I know." I step closer to her and she pulls back. "You remember telling me that when I first met up with you? After you set fire to that street and we had to clean up your mess?"
"Yes, but I don't see-"
"That day I almost killed one of my closest friends. I burnt a hole through Warren's wing when he was just trying to save me! And because of that it took him months to trust me again!" She flicks open every cupboard door, obviously searching for something. "Because of you, I missed out on months of friendship with a boy who meant a lot to me, before I potentially lost him forever."
"Evelyn," I sigh. "You know I didn't mean for that to happen."
"No, of course not!" She retrieves a small bottle of vodka from one of the cupboards, pouring a more than generous amount into the glass. What the hell? "Like you didn't mean to annoy me into meeting up with you behind Scott's back? You didn't mean to make me kiss you in that telepathic dream that destroyed me relationship? You didn't mean to go and tell Scott everything and ruin my goddamn life?"
"I didn't want to hurt you!" She downs the vodka. "Woah, maybe you should slow down."
She pours more of the clear liquid into the glass. "I can't believe you'd think I'd ever be more than friends with you!"
"Aren't we that already?" I can feel my anger burning more inside me at the sound of her words. "Excuse me if I've misread the definition of friendship, but last time I checked, screwing someone on a sofa wasn't it!"
"You- Argh!" She thrusts the glass towards me, emptying the contents into my face. I wince as the alcohol burns my eyes. "I can't believe you!"
"What's wrong with you, Evelyn?" I lift up the hem of my shirt to dry my face. "One minute you're all over me - kissing me and telling me you have feelings for me - the next you want to go back to them! To him!"
"I love him, John! I always will! There's no way you could ever mean half as much to me as Scott does!"
"What happened to 'number one'? I thought you didn't care about the X-Men?"
"You'll always be nothing more than my consolation prize." She looks into my eyes as she says the words.
"Fine." I turn away from her, not wanting her to see the emotion in my face. It hurts. I thought she wanted me now. I thought finally... Finally we could be together. I head for the door. I need to be alone.
"Wait, John. No! I shouldn't have said that!" I hear her footsteps behind me.
"You're right, you shouldn't have!" I snap, not turning back.
"I'm sorry! Where are you going?" She begs.
"Out." I leave the apartment, slamming the door hard behind me. I'm done. What am I supposed to say to make her care about me? Well, screw her! I bet there are girls out there who would appreciate me!
Who needs Evelyn James?

 

**I understand that this story must be kind if hard to understand with Evelyn being like 6 different people at once sometimes, but I’m hoping to explain that soon! Just let me know if there’s anything that’s confusing you. Thanks. Also, I apologize for the bluntness in this chapter, was a bit rude, but it felt appropriate. xD**

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