Ignorance is Bliss

Megan Summers rubbed her palms to her jean jacket again, they were sweating, even in mid-January. Becka Munroe tried to smile reassuringly at her as Megan, on shaky legs, strode in the pharmacy.
"I'll kill him." She heard her companion mutter, she glared at Charlie Worthington, his curly blonde hair, flopping into his eyes did nothing to cover the sweltering glare that was there. Charlie awkwardly stretched his arm and scratched his back, at the uncomfortable hunch in his winter coat.
"Get in line, Cee...and quit rubbing your wings, they'll pop open again." Becka murmured, then caught the distressed look in Megan's bright blue eyes and faltered,

"Sorry, Meg." Megan shrugged in response, and scampered off to the appropriate isle to find what she needed.
"Okay, okay..." She whispered to herself, then trembled as she quickly snatched the little pink box of the rusty metal shelf.

"Anything I could help you with, missy?" Meg gasped and dropped the box, then stuttered as the man picked it up for her, he quirked an eyebrow as he saw the possession in his hands, and the girl he was handing it to,
"...Aren't you Scott Summers's daughter?" He inquired, as Megan took the box back.

"Er, I-I, uh..." She struggled for words, then searched the mind of the man,

How the hell old is she? Seventeen? Jeez, what's the world coming to...and Scott's kid? Christ, I'll have to mention this to him next time I see him.
Megan's eyes widened in horror.
"My dad can't know." You won't tell him. Forget everything you saw here today, sir. Megan walked through the man's mind, telepathically destroying all of the evidence against her. Once finished, she turned and ran, grabbing Becka and Erik as she passed them at the candy isle.

"Hey! You gotta pay for that!" A chubby man at the register said as Megan fled the store, box in hand.
"Not the least of her troubles now." Charlie muttered, Megan swatted him over the head as they climbed into Becka's car and sped off back to the institute.
"You gotta tell him, you know." Charlie said, from the back.
"Who knows, there might not be anything to tell!" Becka encouraged, hopefully. Megan sighed. Charlie let out a bark of a laugh,

"Please, it's Oli!" He exaggerated the boy's name, as if he- being Oli- made it inevitable. Megan sighed,

"Yeah...it's Oli."

K, i own charlie and i own the random dude

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