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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18. Jean Grey

"Oh! Ummm. Evelyn." Scott steps back from the girl when he notices me. "This is... This is Jean Grey. She also lives here now."
"Nice to meet you," she smiles her same gentle smile.
"Ummm. She's a telepath. She can read minds." Scott says nervously. So that's what she was doing with her hands all over my boyfriend!
"And I'm telekinetic." She adds.
"What's 'teleki-"
"It means I can move things with my mind." She glances around the room quickly. "Watch."
She looks directly at Scott's new visor, placed neatly on his nightstand. It rises slowly, and then moves quickly across the room into her hands. She passes it to Scott.
"Pretty impressive, right?" Scott grins.
"Yeah... Great." I mumble.
"Oh, I almost forgot." He turns to the beautiful redheaded vision beside him. "This is Evelyn James. Evelyn is my girlfriend."
"Oh! How sweet!" She smiles again. "Anyway, I should probably go. I need to get settled in."
"Bye, Jean." Scott calls, as she brushes past me, out the door.
"Bye, Evelyn. See you later, Scott." She sings from down the hall.
I shut the door and walk over to Scott. I raise my eyebrows.
"Come on, Evelyn. She's just a friend."
"Seriously, Scott? I have to go through a day of sticking up for you when Marcus made comments about you, just to get a text saying you we're too busy to meet me. Then, when I decide to surprise you, I find you in your room with another girl - a prettier, skinnier, sweeter girl with better abilities than me?" The tears from earlier almost return, but I push them back.
"Evelyn, I'm with you. I don't want anyone else. She's not prettier, skinnier or sweeter. And her mutation isn't better than yours, it's just different." He steps forward and places his hand on my shoulder. I shrug it off.
"I thought fiery redheads were just your type, Scott?" I hiss.
"You're being unfair!"
"So, what did she find in your head?" I ask, ignoring him.
"She didn't- I mean. I couldn't-" he sighs "I asked her to look into my mind to see what was wrong with me, why I can't control my powers."
"Scott, there's nothing wrong with you, don't even say that! Why didn't you ever talk to me about finding out why you can't control your powers?" I step closer to him, my anger dulling slightly.
"I don't know. I didn't want to burden you with something you couldn't help with. Plus, you've got enough on your mind, with your powers manifesting so suddenly." He shrugs, and looks away from me.
"Scott," I place my hand on his cheek and guide his face back to mine. "I will always want you to tell me these things, even if you think I can't do anything about it. I want to be the one to help you through difficult things, not some random girl you met less than a day ago." I stroke his hair softly, looking deep into his red lenses.
"I know, it's just..." He sighs. "Evelyn, come live here in the Institute."
"What? No." I say immediately, flicking my hand as I wave off the insane suggestion.
"Please. This place is great. You can meet other mutants and-"
"Don't use that word," I say bluntly.
He runs his hands through his hair in an exasperated manner and sighs in frustration. "This place can be a new start for us. Together. As X-Men."
"I thought you were seventeen, Scott! You need to grow up and realize that putting on some spandex suits and running around shooting the bad guys isn't going to make people except us. We will always be freaks!"
"Grow up?!" He exclaims. "I had my whole life torn away from me when I was ten years old, and then, to top it off, six years later, I found out that I could never live a normal life because I have the shittiest mutation ever! So, don't you dare tell me to 'grow up'!"
"I'm not moving here. I'm not becoming an X-Man. That's final." I state.
"Ughh! You're so frustrating!" He yells. "You're not listening! I wish I could just-"
"Get inside my head?" I finish. "No, I'm pretty sure you should leave the romantic mind connections up to that Jean Grey."
I storm across and out of the room and slam the door. My pace increases the further from Scott's room I get. I can still hear him yelling my name. By the time I'm out of the Institute I'm running, so much so that it takes half the time to get home.
Once inside, I collapse onto my bed and bury my face in the pillow before letting my tears escape. Why is this so hard?

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