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. :)*


22. Becoming the X-Men

"Firstly, Robert. This is yours." The professor directs our attention to the glass display case on his left. "Warren, yours is to the right. Jean, next to Bobby's. Evelyn, opposite Jean's. And Scott's is on the far wall. I trust you still have your visor."
"Yes, sir." Scott nods politely. I smile. He's going to be such a good leader.
We walk down the room slowly. Each uniform is very similar, but with slight differences. Essentially, they are all blue unitards. But each one has different yellow detailing. Each uniform, other than mine and Scott's has a sort of skull cap half face mask. There is a glass shelve above where Scott's outfit hangs that I assume is for his visor. Above mine, there is a similar shelve, which holds a small yellow eye mask. It is a simple shape, other than on the outside of me eyes, where the shape seems to imitate flames. It's beautiful, which is something that cannot be said about the rest of my outfit.
"You will notice that each outfit has been adapted to accommodate your mutation." The professor confirms my suspicions. I know there had to be a reason why my out lack gloves and included a smaller mask.
"You can try the uniforms on now in the changing rooms next door." So that's what the other two doors were! "Girls to the left, boys to the right."
We remove our uniforms from where they hang and exit the room. Once, inside the girls' dressing room (regrettably alone with Jean), I begin to undress.
"I'm sorry if the other day made you feel uncomfortable." Jean starts, sounding less cheerful than usual. "I respect your relationship with Scott."
"Thank you." I say curtly, and continue getting dressed. We face opposite walls, which I am glad about, so Jean cannot see me pouting in irritation.
"I would really like for us to become friends." she continues. Jeez! Stop talking!
"Yeah, I guess that'd be cool." I reply quickly. The room falls into silence again as I zip up the front of my outfit.
I step in front of the full length mirror to assess myself. The cat suit wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't for the slightly flared sleeves and turn down collar. There is minimal yellow detailing, just a small amount on my back, I turn to view it. At first, the yellow spreads across the whole width of my shoulders, but quickly thins out to a straight line, about three inches wide, that continues all the way down to my hips, where it meets my yellow belt. I turn again to see the belt from the front. The actual belt is kind of dull - just a plain yellow band. The buckle, however, I do like. It is a thick circle of silver metal, with two perpendicular lines, each bisecting the circle, causing the appearance of an 'X' within it.
I slip on my ugly new flat shoes and grab my eye mask before leaving the room without speaking to, or even looking at, Jean.
Once outside I see that the boys are already dressed. Scott's outfit fits his body perfectly. He looks unbelievably attractive in it; I didn't think it was possible for a guy to look good in a unitard. He has a large yellow 'X' crossing over his chest down to his belt, which matches mine. The yellow 'X' brings my attention to his upper body, where the tight material emphasizes his perfect 'inverted triangle' torso. I bite my lip as I take in his appearance.
"What?" He laughs, walking over to me.
"You look... Nice." I say, taking a deep breath.
"Honestly, I feel a bit self-conscious. No guy should ever wear something this tight." We both laugh. "You look really great!"
I blush slightly and look down, feeling his eyes on me.
"To be honest, I feel kind of silly." I confess.
"You look amazing. It really shows off your figure." I blush again. Scott tilts my chin up and kisses me quickly.
At that moment, Jean walks through the door behind me. She looks spectacular, of course. Even with the ugly full head mask, she looks better than me. Her outfit is very similar to Scott's, but with just one yellow line crossing over her chest instead of two. I turn back to the boys to see all three of them - including my boyfriend - staring at her. I roll my eyes. Seriously? I nudge Scott slightly. He clears his throat.
"Oh. Umm. Jean. You look nice." He says, smiling awkwardly. The other two boys snap out of their trance and agree with him. Ugh. Men.
I look to Bobby. He is the only other person not wearing yellow gloves. Maybe his mutation is similar to mine? His outfit has two yellow panels down his sides, from his underarms to his ankles. They elongate his body slightly, which is probably good considering how much taller Scott and Warren are.
I look to Warren now and- What?! It is now that I see clearly his mutation. The guy has wings! My mouth falls open as I look at him.
"Yeah." He says bluntly. "They're real, you can quit staring."
I swallow hard and look instead to his outfit. He has a wide circle of yellow surrounding each arm. They begin by his neck, drop down over his chest, curve back up at his side and, I assume, continue up to the wings in his back.
"You're not going to leave me for wing boy are you?" Scott whispers to me and kisses my cheek.
"Shut up." I look up at him and pull a face. He laughs.
"Now, although there will be no physical training yet, I would like you now to go to the training room." The professor commands. "It is important that you know each other, and each other's mutations, well if you are to make a successful team."
As we begin to leave the room, the professor suggests that Scott should retrieve his visor from his room, and I assist on going with him. I need to talk to my boyfriend.
When we enter his room I shut the door behind us.
"You know, it would be really nice if you didn't stare at other girls, Scott Summers." I say sarcastically. He looks up from the nightstand from which he was retrieving the visor.
"Evelyn," he sighs, and walks over to me. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"
"Why didn't you look at me like that?" I ask quietly, my head down.
"Because I looked at you in different way. Sure, when Jean walked out I thought 'Woah, she looks great'," his confession stings me slightly "But when you walked out... Wow. I was speechless. I watched every move you made and felt completely speechless. 'How am I so lucky to have this girl?' I thought to myself. I couldn't believe my eyes. You're amazing. Yes, Jean looked good, but you looked amazing. And I love you, not Jean."
I sigh. As much as I don't want to believe him, I can't help myself. I don't know how he looked at me, I was too busy looking at him in a similar way to how he just described.
"Promise?" I say weakly, trying hard to ignore the lump in my throat.
"Promise." He smiles. "Now come on, or we'll be late."
I giggle slightly. Back to usual, punctual Scott so quickly? He removes his glasses and replaces them with his new visor, which is surprisingly attractive. The professor definitely knows how to make my boyfriend look good!

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