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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36. Lesson No. 1

When my eyes open, I don't feel the panic of unfamiliarity that I have done before in this room. Instead, I feel safe, warm and comfortable. The morning light streams in through the thin curtains, illuminating the room in the most perfect way. I take in the surroundings and note that Scott's room is still pretty empty. When I was in Bobby's room the other day I saw that the shelves and nightstand were covered I photographs, letters and other trinkets to remind him of home. There is nothing like that in this room - no posters scruffily tacked to the walls, no books piled up on the nightstand, nothing. I feel a stab of hurt on behalf of my boyfriend; this must be hard for him.
I look across to him. The morning light falls over him in the most beautiful way. It emphasizes his toned muscles by casting tiny shadows all over his chest. I smile to myself before noticing the green, yellow and black bruises that wrap around his lower chest and waist. I peel back the covers slowly to inspect them - they're hideous. They seem to have come out more now, glowing against his golden skin. How can say he's even close to healed? My poor Scott. Why would someone ever want to hurt you? What possible reason could they have for wanting to damage something so perfect? I run my finger slowly from his jaw, down his neck, over his shoulder and all the way down his arm. I reach the red marks on his wrists and feel my anger begin to burn inside me. I can't imagine what it must've been like for him. I look to my own wrists, they also bare marks, but paler, less noticeable ones. My poor boy.
I look up to his face. His lips are parted slightly and his expression is relaxed. We have only shared a bed twice, but both times he has kept his glasses on. This morning they are not as twisted as before, but still on a strange angle. I raise my hand and try to nudge them into a natural positioned. Why doesn't he just take them off?
"Mm... Don't." Scott whispers tiredly, taking hold of my hand gently.
"Sorry." I reply, dropping my hand. He rolls onto his side to face me and catches his breath as the pain of his ribs hits him.
"Good morning," he yawns, making me giggle.
"Hi," I whisper and kiss him gently.
"How did you sleep?"
"Good, once you arrived." I whisper and snuggle against his warm, bare chest. He strokes my hair slowly, making my body relax. My eyes fall closed again.
"Crap!" He exclaims, sitting up quickly. I moan as my head falls onto the mattress.
"What?"
"We overslept. We need to get up. Now!" He begins to exit the bed.
"Five more minutes," I mumble sleepily, taking hold of his arm. He shakes off my grip.
"No, Evelyn. Now."
"But I'm tired!" I moan, still not opening my eyes.
"Evelyn." He warns, as if I'm a child.
"Awh." I groan, rolling towards the edge of the bed. I proceed to roll right onto the floor with a loud crash. "Oww."
Scott laughs and walks around the bed to pick me up.
"Come on, we're going to be late." he smiles. He's already half dressed. I kiss him passionately.
"Please, five more minutes?" I beg in what I hope is a sexy tone.
He kisses me back, but abruptly pulls away, shaking his head. "No, Evelyn. I'm not falling for that!"
I moan and slip on the jeans I was wearing yesterday. I make my way towards the door.
"You're going to wear my shirt?" Scott looks confused. I shrug.
"Why not?"
"Don't you think people will get the wrong impression?" He scratched the back of his head.
"Do you really care if they do?" I ask, pulling his body against mine.
"I guess not." He kisses me strongly. Mmm. I like this Scott. He pulls away suddenly again.
"Stop it." He orders.
"Stop what?" I ask innocently, tugging gently on the neckline of his shirt. He pushes my hand away.
"You know exactly what." He takes hold of my hand and we exit the room. I moan and he smiles triumphantly.
We're thirty minutes late by the time we enter the classroom, much to Scott's annoyance.
"Sorry, we're late, professor. We overslept." Scott says politely as we enter the room.
"Of course. 'Overslept'." Warren comments, raising his eyebrows.
"It's okay, Scott. Take a seat." He gestures to the wooden chairs in front of us. We sit and the lesson begins.
Once the lesson is over (and we have learnt a proficient amount about our own genetics), we are allowed the rest of the day to ourselves. This is definitely better than public school!
"Can we please go back to bed now?" I plead through a heavy yawn.
"Evelyn, it's midday. Don't be so lazy!" he laughs.
"Hey, I'll take her to bed if you don't want to." A still slightly drugged Warren chimes in.
"Hilarious." Scott mumbles sarcastically. I personally hope Warren stays on these painkillers forever! He's so much more fun!
"You're the only one I want taking me to bed." I whisper to Scott and kiss his cheek quickly. He smiles slightly in reply and takes my hand in his.
"Bye, guys." I call as Warren heads off down the hall with a giggling Jean, closely followed by Bobby.
"You seriously want to go to bed?" Scott smirks, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm tired!" I moan.
"This isn't just an excuse to get me out of my shirt again, is it?" His smile grows. I slap him on the arm lightly and poke my tongue out in reply. He takes me into his arms and kisses me.
"Scott, you would be wise to remember this is a school now. Put her down." The professor states as he passes through the door behind us. I pull away blushing and Scott laughs.
"Sorry, professor." We say in near perfect sync.

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