Hey everybody! Sorry about this chapter is coming so late. My teachers decided that we kids didn't have enough work to do so they piled me up with homework. But I'm here now! And we have a snow day, so I've had time to post this chapter. I also have to say that I'm very happy about all of the reviews that I've been getting. Please keep them up. I enjoy hearing what you all think!

Chapter 4

"Um, did I do something wrong?" asked Evan, clearly startled by Peter's reaction.

"Oh, don't worry 'bout 'im. Probably mad that you for beating 'im. No one's ever beatin' im' before," said Charlie, turning around to resume the match he'd begun with another boy.

Edmund stared at the locker room door once more before he was asked to start another match with another boy. After much sweating and foiling (A/N: Feel free to leave comments about how this is not a real word, and if it is, then just ignore this.), the coach called for everyone to rejoin him in the center of the gym.

"Alright, after what I have seen here today, I've made up my mind who should stay and who should practice more at home. Everyone I call is to head to the locker room to change and report here tomorrow after school for practice. And I don't want to hear any whining from those of you who don't make it. There's only so much room on this team. Okay, first up is you, Charlie."

The boys clapped as Charlie walked towards the locker room, winking at Evan as he passed.

"Next up is you there, the one with the odd name."

"It's Skandar, sir."

"Yes, yes, whatever. Get in the locker room."

This continued until Coach got down to the last two spots on the team.

"Okay, White."

Evan grinned, jogging off to the locker room as the boys around him clapped again as they had for everyone else. Right as he reached the door, he heard, "And Pevensie is on the team, if he ever decides to quit being a baby."

Evan stopped for a moment. Normally, like in his old schools, if you didn't really try out, you weren't allowed to be on the team.

I guess that Peter kid is a special exception. Either that or this school prides themselves on having at least one kid who likes to leave in the middle of practice. Evan thought to himself.

He pulled open the door right as Peter came out. The blonde boy met his eyes fleetingly before stalking out of the gym. Evan frowned. He really must've been upset. It was only one match.

Stupid prat.

Evan sighed, sliding out of his gym clothes and back into the itchy shirt and jumper. Shoving the mask into his bag, he felt a hand clamp on his shoulder. Turning, he saw Skandar, a large tin held in his hand.

"Good job today, White. Hey, do you want some Turkish Delight? My mum made some for me for after practice."

Evan shook his head. "No thanks. I can't have candy. Mum says it turns you into a lunatic."

Skandar chuckled. "Too bad. Well, anyway, see you." He left, stuffing a rather large piece of Turkish Delight into his mouth.

Smiling, Evan finished packing and found his mum waiting for him outside. She opened the car door for him, smiling as he slid in.

"So," she began, "how was it? Did you make it?"

Evan put on his best solemn face. "Well, there were a lot of boys there…"

The smile dropped. "So you didn't make it?"

Evan laughed, but stopped when he saw his mum staring at him.

"I made it, Mum. Don't go having a cow. You don't need that."

He laughed louder when she slapped him playfully on the arm.

"Alright, mister, go ahead and call your mum fat. Just remember who cooks around here for you," she said, pulling out into the street.

"How could I forget that? I can't just say 'Hey you, make me food'. I need a name so I don't sound rude."

His mother laughed, her cheeks flushing.

"You really are like your dad, aren't you?" she said wistfully.

"I wouldn't know," Evan said.

His mother glanced over at him.

"You know I don't like to talk about it."

"But why?"

"Because there isn't any point.

"There is when your son wants to see who he's related to."

His mother paled slightly, though her eyes remained focused on the road ahead. They pulled into the driveway, the silence engulfing them. As soon as the motor was cut, Evan jumped out of the car and ran inside before his mother could see the tears threatening at his eyes.

As soon as the door slammed shut, Evan decided two things.

One: He would keep the matter of Peter's strange behavior to himself. He could tell his mother was already upset, and he didn't want to push her any further.

Two: He was going to find out who his father was. Whether his mum wanted him to, or not.

Alrighty! And there you go! Some tension is revealed. Ooooooh… And yes, for all of you who are wondering, the name Skandar is a reference to Skandar Keynes. I was trying to think of another name, and I couldn't. So I borrowed his. And I used some Turkish Delight as well! Once again, I'm sorry for not updating sooner! I try to update for frequently. And I know I probably sound like a broken record, but…

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