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. :)*


25. Biology

By the time I changed out of my 'lovely' uniform, spent some time with Scott and walked home, it is almost six in the evening.
"Where have you been, young lady?" My mum demands as I walk through the door.
"Hi mum." I mumble, looking down to the ground.
"I get a text late last night saying you're staying at 'a friend's' and here nothing of you until you stumble through the door almost 24 hours later!" She storms into the kitchen and gestures for me to follow her.
"It's not almost twent-"
"Who is this 'friend' you mentioned anyway?" She quizzes placing her hands on her hips. "It can't be Sara because you would've said, and you don't really like any of-"
"I was with Scott." I cut her off. Damn. There's only one way to stop her interrogating me - the truth, or at least a very small amount of it. "He's my boyfriend now."
"Oh, honey! Why didn't you say?" Her anger vanishes instantaneously as she takes me into her arms.
"Have you kissed him yet?" She winks at me.
"Mum! You are Sara are way too similar sometimes!" I laugh.
"So, you were at his house last night?" She pulls me through to the living room and plonks us down on the sofa.
"Yes... Well, sort of. Scott lives at a..." Mansion for teenage mutants? "Boarding school."
"But I though he went to school with you?" She wrinkles her nose in confusion.
"He does... It's just..." Think, Evelyn! "He takes some of his classes at this other school, because he's more advanced in certain subjects. That's what I was doing today. The head teacher at his other school suggested I try out one of the classes, to see if I'd like any extra tutoring."
"Oh? What kind of extra tutoring?" She raises her eyebrow.
"Biology." I say quickly, regretting it afterwards - I hate biology! I didn't even take it in high school! "The professor met me when I was visiting Scott and thought that I had a skill for it. You know, genetics and all that. So, he offered me after school and weekend tutoring."
"Hmmm..." My mother looks unconvinced. "But you're not studying biology."
"No, but it's more like a club, really - a place to meet new people." I smile, hoping she won't notice how fake it is.
"What kind of people?" Come on, mom. Please just fall for it?
"People like me. People who..." I stop myself. "Like biology."
"Hmmm." She raises her eyebrows. "Evelyn James, is this just an excuse to spend more time with your sexy sexy boyfriend?"
I laugh. "No, mum. I'll see Scott enough at school."
"Good. I'd like to speak to this professor you said about, to verify your slightly strange story." Oh crap!
"Uh huh. I'll make it happen!" I smile again, trying to hide my many lies. "Anyway, gotta go. Coursework to be done."
I stand and hurry up the stairs.
Once safely in the privacy of my own room, I shut the door and sigh heavily, before taking out my phone.

So... My mom wants to meet the professor...  E x

What did you tell her?! S x

That you go to a boarding school that has recommended that I take extracurricular biology lessons. :/ E x

I smirk to myself at how stupid it sounds. How did I even come up with such an insane and unbelievable cover story?

So she doesn't know about 'us'? S x

No. I haven't told anyone. Why? E x

Nothing important. Talk later. Have fun learning biology. ;) S x

Oh man! Scott's right! To convince my mum, I will have to learn at least some biology. This sucks.
I wonder now about what Scott's 'nothing important' is. Is it actually important? Why won't he tell me? What does it have to do with my mother knowing we're mutants?
I ignore my insecurities and set to work on my endless amount of coursework. By the time I next glance at my clock, it is past midnight. Scott said 'Talk later'. How much later can you get?
Just then, my phone vibrates. I smirk to myself as I check the name on my screen. Scott. Typical.

We know what you are. We have your boyfriend. 1am. The old church. Bring no one.

My heart stops. Someone has Scott.

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