The Boy With The Red Sunglasses

Evelyn James is just an average teenage girl - clever, relatively popular, friendly. But after the unbelievable events of her prom night, she manages to fall into more and more trouble, and there is only one person who understands - the boy with the red sunglasses. *Basically, an X-Men fanfic set in present day, explaining Scott's first experiences with his mutation and the X-Men. I've been told it makes total sense even if you don't know anything about X-Men! So, please check it out. :)*

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"No." My voice is weak. This is all my fault. If I hadn't have left the mansion, he wouldn't have followed me. If I hadn't have made such a big scene, I wouldn't have attracted so much attention and made it so easy for him to be found. Oh god. I feel sick. "We have to find him! We have to go right now!" I yell, standing abruptly.
"Yes, we do." The professor replies calmly. "I have used Cerebro to determine that he is within a five mile radius of the institute. Whoever has taken him wants him to be found, we must be very careful how we approach them. I want you in your uniforms and back to me at the X-Jet in ten minutes."
We all stand to leave.
"Evelyn. Not you."
"What? But I can't just leave him!" I can feel my anger building again.
"After the earlier situation, I don't think the public would take lightly to your appearance." I look down at the leather boots that I still wear and blush. What was I thinking?
"So, the public liking us is more important than finding Scott?"
"No, not at all." His voice is soft now. He must still be angry with me, but he doesn't show it. "I just worry that if you are seen with us, that our actions may be seen as a sign of hostility and we may never reach him. Instead, you must not leave the mansion."
I nod slowly. He's right. I can't risk endangering the mission.
"Good," he leaves the room, with me following closely behind him. Once we are out of his office, a pair of hands grabs me and pulls me to the side. Jean.
"Evelyn. I really need to show you something." She sounds desperate.
"Listen, Jean-"
"No! You listen!" She hisses. Wow. No more smiley, happy Jean. "I need you to see what happened earlier."
"Oh trust me, I saw it." I spit and turn to walk away. She quickly places each of her hands on my temples and I feel her inside my head.
"Scott didn't want that. Look!" She says telepathically.
Suddenly, images flash before my eyes. Jean telling Scott about her telepathy issues. Him replying in a way that seems less than comfortable. Her kissing him. Him pushing her away. Shouting at her. I feel her emotions. The hurt, the heartbreak. And then I am back in the hallway facing her.
He didn't want to kiss her. He's not going to leave me for her. Part of me wants to hug her fall showing me the truth. Instead, I slap her hard across the face.
"Don't you ever touch him again!" I hiss and head off down the corridor.
"I'm sorry." She calls. I ignore her and keep walking until I reach the door to mine and Scott's room.
I enter the room and feel an immediate pang of guilt. I didn't even give him the chance to explain. Instead, I left the institute, robbed a shop, terrorized a street, got him kidnapped, and, to top it off, almost cheated on him with Warren. I'm such an idiot!
I pick up the rose I'd earlier paced on the headboard and close my eyes, letting a single tear escape. Walking slowly over to the window, I can hear the loud engine of the X-Jet. I pull back the light curtain and watch it speed away. I'm stuck here now. I can't even go and rescue my own boyfriend. I stop. The professor said I couldn't go with them. He didn't say anything about going on my own. I can't keep my team away from Scott if I'm nowhere near them!
I throw the rose onto the bed and head out of the room, straight to the bathroom. Within a few minutes I am changed into my 'new' uniform. I stand and inspect myself in the mirror.
The only yellow that remains in my outfit is the belt. I have dyed the catsuit jet black and sprayed the mask the same lifeless colour. I still wear the stolen leather boots on my feet. This outfit seems to connote who I am now. I can never be one of the perfect, good-guy mutants that the professor wants his X-Men to be. I'm not a good person. I'm not going to wear happy colours like blue and yellow, when I am nothing like the others. I am bad. I can't take back what I did today. But being bad does not mean I can't rescue Scott. I know what I have to do, and I know nothing will stop me from doing it. I'm going to rescue the boy I love. Alone.

 

**Phew! Those were some really tough chapters! Wrote the previous six chapters over the last 24hrs and, I’ve gotta say, my emotions are trashed! xD What did you think of Evelyn’s reaction when she thought Scott had kissed Jean? What do you think of her new personality and her new uniform? Please leave me some feedback, because I love to know what you think!**

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