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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80. Mission: Voltage

John was right, I did dream of him. I also felt unbelievably guilty lying in bed the next morning. Why am I bothering with John? Scott is everything I've ever wanted! Sure, he's a little controlling, but that's just who he is. And I love who he is. I can't throw it all away for John. But of course, there's one thing John has that Scott doesn't - our connection. Everything's different with John now that he can so easily delve into my mind. It's scary. If he knows what I'm thinking, he knows how to get to me. He did last night. But no. Scott is all I want.
"Morning, Sweetcheeks!" The Australian voice in my mind makes me jump. I quickly glance across at Scott to see I my sudden movement woke him, but I notice he is still sleeping peacefully.
"Jesus, John! You practically have me a heart attack!" I sigh and close my eyes again.
"I told you so." He says simply.
"What?"
"I told you that you'd dream of me!" I sense his laughter.
"Oh, shut up!" I roll my eyes to no one.
"Must've been my 'sexy Australian tone'." He sounds unbelievably smug. Fine. If he wants to play it that way.
"Of course. Which is why you're in my bed right now." I reply sarcastically. "Oh wait! No, that's Scott."
"Ouch." Is his only reply.
"Yes, John, I can be an asshole too!" I smirk to myself. I lean over and kiss Scott passionately. He wakes with a start but then relaxes into my kiss. Mmmm. He's so perfect.
"Oh, come on! I don't need to hear that!" John complains.
"Happy now?" I ask sarcastically in my mind, kissing Scott more.
"Yes, actually, because you're thinking of me when you're kissing him." His smug tone returns.
"Shut up!" I snap in my mind. He's right though. I should be kissing Scott because I want to, not to get at John. I push John from my mind and vow to ignore any more of his telepathic jibes at my love life.
"I love you." I whisper, breaking my connection with Scott.
"What was that for?" He smiles.
"An apology," I say, resting my head on the pillow and running my fingers through his hair. "For not being a very good girlfriend recently. I know I totally suck at it!"
"No, Evelyn. By just being here with me, you're the best girlfriend. You're all I could ever need." His smile softens. I wish I could see his eyes so that this moment could be even more perfectly romantic.
"You can see my eyes if you want?" John's voice reappears in my head.
"Go away!" I order.
"I would, if your mind wasn't giving me a running commentary on your boyfriend's lips." He starts to lose the humour from his voice. Why does he always get more serious and less friendly when I'm enjoying time with Scott?
"And you're all I could ever need." I reply to Scott, ignoring John. At that moment, the alarm clock sounds from the nightstand. I groan and bury my face in the pillow, Scott is not so lazy.
"Come on, training!" I feel him sit up beside me.
"I wanna stay here!" I moan. I can't be bothered!
"Get up, lazy!" He laughs.
"Go without me." I beg.
"No training here, sweetcheeks!"
"John! I said go away! You're so annoying!" I hiss in my mind, turning my attention back to Scott.
"Evelyn." Scott says in a warning tone.
"No! Tired!" Is all I bother to reply.
"Fine." He says simply, yet the obvious mischief in his voice tells me he's planning something. I turn to see him just as a pillow smashes into my face.
"Hey!" I laugh, sitting up quickly and grabbing my own pillow. "That's it!"
I swing the pillow around and it soon impacts on his chest.
"Owww!" He complains, his laughter betraying him.
"Fight like a man, Cyclops!" I command in a low, mocking voice, hitting him again.
"You asked for it!" He jumps on my, pushing me back and tickling me.
"Ahh! No! S-Stop!" I squeal loudly through my giggles.
"Surrender yet?" His smile grows.
"Never!" I announce proudly, rolling us over and pinning him to the bed. I jab my fingers into his waist, causing him to laugh loudly.
"A-Ah! Y-you win! Ahh!" He pants, his beautiful smile claiming his lips. "I surrender!"
"Does that mean I don't have to go to training?" I suggest, adding a cheesy smile to my persuasive technique.
"No. That means I'm taking you on a date tonight." Damn. But a date definitely sounds fun! I kiss him quickly running my fingers down his perfect, topless chest.
Suddenly, the door bursts open and Warren enters, wearing full uniform.
"It's fine, Warren. Don't knock." I say sarcastically, rolling my eyes and moving away from Scott.
"X-Jet. Two minutes." He pants, ignoring my comment. "There's an unidentified mutant causing trouble in town."
"You've gotta be kidding me!" I moan, but Scott is already out of bed and throwing my uniform at me.
"Come on, Miss James!" He winks at me. I roll out of bed and change quickly. Of course, Scott takes my hand and pulls me from our room as soon as I've zipped up my catsuit, leaving me just enough time to grab my eye mask.
Soon, we reach the X-Jet and Scott takes his seat at the controls. I'm still so proud of him for learning to fly. He's the bravest person I know and I can't help but admire him.
"Umm... Ardor?" I turn to see an awkward-looking Warren behind me.
"Yeah?" I smile at him gently. I feel like I should be über-kind to him now that he's forgiven me.
"I'm sorry for... Umm... Walking in on you and Scott earlier." He rubs the back of his neck, emphasizing his awkwardness. Oh god, this is embarrassing.
"It's fine." I try to avoid eye contact with the other two sniggering teens beside us. "So, ummm... This 'rogue mutant'. What can they do?"
"Oh, yes!" Warren seems extremely grateful for me changing the subject. "The professor says it's a girl with the ability to manipulate electricity. Sounds pretty cool, right?"
Voltage. My fists clench at my sides.
"Oh, sorry." John is back in my head, his tone smug. "Did we interrupt your romantic moment?"

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