Chapter 3- Media Frenzy



Scott could feel the sunlight on the side of his face. He reached over to the nightstand next to his bed, and grabbed his ruby quartz glasses. He slid the glasses over his face and opened his eyes. It was morning, and the troubles of last night had faded away over night. Or so Scott had hoped. A slight explosion in his room immediately caught Scott’s attention. Scott turned to find his friend Kurt had teleported in his room.

“Scott!” said Kurt. “Look out the vindow. I think you have company.”

“What are you talking about?” said Scott. He slipped out of bed and moved towards the window. Scott looked out the window, and the sight before him was a complete shock. “Oh no,” he said softly. “I don’t believe this.” Outside the mansion lining the gates were dozens of television cameras, photographers, and reporters. It even seemed like there were hundreds of fans screaming with signs. “How long have they been there?”

“Since about five this morning,” said Kurt.

“Great,” said Scott sarcastically. “Kurt, what am I going to do?”

“Vat are you talking about?” asked Kurt.

“This! Everything! Alison!” exclaimed Scott.

“I don’t know,” said Kurt, “but ve can’t last like this. It von’t be long before they learn the institute is full of teenage mutants.”

“You’re right,” said Scott. “I have to end this. But for the first time in a long time, I don’t want to. There’s really a connection between Alison and I. It has nothing to do with her being a pop-star… it just feels right, you know?”

Kurt looked at his friend and sighed. “I don’t know vat to tell you,” he said. “I guess the only thing you can do is follow you heart mein Freund.”

“Thanks, Kurt,” said Scott. He glanced out the window once again. “Man, there is no way I’m getting out that way. Got any ideas, Kurt?”


Twenty minutes later, Kurt teleported Scott nearly a mile away from the mansion. Luckily, the coast was clear, and no one saw them teleport in. Scott turned to Kurt, “Thanks, Kurt. I owe you.” Kurt smiled and waved, and then teleported back to the mansion. Scott looked around. Normally, he’d be on his way to school, but given all the reporters outside the front gate, school definitely didn’t seem like a logical choice. Reporters were bound to show up there later today as well.

Scott started walking towards the train station downtown. He’d ride the train into town, and see Alison at her hotel. Yet, although Scott knew where he was going, he didn’t know why. He was just doing what Kurt had told him too, follow his heart. Right now, his heart was leading him to Alison.

Scott stepped into the train station and bought a ticket heading towards New York. He didn’t have to wait long, because by the time he purchased his ticket, the train was ready to depart for New York. Scott boarded the train and rode it all the way back to New York. He stared out the window the entire time, avoiding eye contact with any of the people on the train. There was no telling who else had seen his face. However, when the train came to a stop, Scott noticed something else that caused him great alarm. Down the aisle, a man had been reading the newspaper, and on the cover of it was a picture of him and Alison in the Tunnel of Love boat.

“Great,” muttered Scott. As he departed the train, the lifted his hand and held it against the side of his face, attempting to prevent anyone from recognizing him. Scott quickly exited the train station and hailed a taxi. He barely had to wait a full minute before a taxi pulled to a stop. Scott opened the door, and hopped into the taxi. He told the driver where to take him, and within half an hour, the taxi pulled to a stop at Alison’s hotel. “Thanks,” said Scott. He handed the driver the fare, exited the taxi, and entered the hotel. Once inside, Scott headed directly to the front desk.

“Excuse, me,” said Scott, “I need to see Miss Blaire.”

The hotel concierge looked at Scott and an evil smirk began to spread across his face. “Yes, I’m sure you do, but that will be impossible. Miss Blaire is only allowed to see the people on her approved guest list, and I’m certain you aren’t there.”

“How do you know?” said Scott. “I haven’t even told you my name yet.”

“Well, it doesn’t matter because you aren’t on the list!” said the concierge. “Now, I must ask you to leave before I call security!”

“Listen, please,” said Scott, “just look it up. My name is Scott Summers, I’m certain that it’s on the list.”

The concierge smirked. “Very well, young man, you leave me no choice,” said the concierge as he picked up the phone. Suddenly, Scott found himself desperate. He made a dash for the elevator, but didn’t get very far before he ran into two very large men that hoisted him up off the ground. “Gentlemen, please throw this young man out. He was trying to see Miss Blaire.” The security guards put him down. “What are you doing?”

“This is Miss Blaire’s new boyfriend, sir,” said one of the guards.

“Yeah, it’s all over the news,” said the other.

The concierge placed his hand over his mouth. “I’m terribly sorry, young man. If there’s anything I can do…. Could we possibly keep this between ourselves? I’d hate to upset Miss Blaire.”

“Don’t worry about it,” said Scott. Then, he stepped on the elevator and rode up to the penthouse. When he stepped off the elevator, he heard a scream. He quickly dashed out of the elevator to find two very large men dragging Alison towards the elevator kicking and screaming. Scott placed his hand on the side of his glasses and stared at the two men. “Let… her… go,” he said as he began to pull off his glasses.


TO BE CONTINUED…