"Hey," Scott says shyly as I enter his new room at the Xavier Institute. I can tell he's still nervous after our argument last night.
"Hi," I respond, my voice sounding far harsher than I intend. I glance at the small suitcase left unzipped at the end of his double bed - he must finally be unpacking.
"Please, at least consider-"
"I'm not moving here." I cut him off.
"Evelyn, it's where you belong, with other mutants." I cringe slightly at the label that has been given to us. "With others that understand you, with people who can help..." He pauses to add emphasis to his final statement. "With me."
I sigh. And look at the floor. I'm never gunna convince him that I'll be better off at home.
"Yes, maybe I do belong with you. But not here... I can't stay here. Just to be labelled and judged." My voice is weak with exhaustion - I barely slept last night.
"They won't judge you here." He steps towards me, making me immediately step back.
"No, but it's only a matter of time before people figure out what's going on here, Scott. I don't want to be this way!"
"And you think I do? You think when I was little I wanted to grow up to be a mutant with an uncontrollable, highly dangerous ability?" He raises his voice now.
"I can't leave my mother, Scott!" I yell, changing the subject.
"She'll be fine. Just tell her you're going to a grammar school like the others have." He shrugs off my comment.
"She won't be fine!" I raise my voice again "She'll be alone! She'll feel like I'm leaving her."
"Evelyn, you know this is the right thing to do! You can't keep pretending you're a normal seventeen year old!" He argues.
"Why not? Because I'm a 'danger'?" My anger peeks. "Because of this?!" I swing my head and feel the familiar warmth return. The flames crackle loudly in my ears.
"Yes, you are a danger. Who knows when you could accidentally set something alight?" Scott tenses more as his frustration increases. "That's what being a mutant is-"
"Would you stop saying that word!" I shout and feel the flames roar around my head, in correspondence with my mood.
"What? Mutant? That's what you are! That's who you are! That's one of the reasons why I'm so madly in love with you!" He yells, storming towards me.
"Wh-what did you say?" I stutter quietly, all anger lost and replaced with pure shock.
"I said I love you, you infuriating girl!" He still seems angry.
"I love you too." I whisper.
His anger turns into visible longing as he reduces the distance between us to nothing. He grabs my waist and pulls my body against his, either not noticing, or not caring about the flames that come so close to licking his face. He kisses me with so much raw emotion; it's difficult not to moan his name. I still want to be angry with him, but I can't. He loves me!
I kiss him harder and pull him closer against me, the smooth lenses of his glasses feeling cool against my warm skin. He pulls away, panting.
"What are you?" He asks through harsh breathing.
"I'm- I'm-" I stop, as a realize the truth, only our heavy pants breaking the silence between us. "I'm a mutant." I whisper, realization hitting me like a brick. This is not necessarily a bad thing.
"Come here!" He growls. I oblige, jumping to wrap my thighs around his waist. He wraps his arms around me and deepens the kiss. He loves me! The fire emitted from my hair suddenly burns brighter than ever, creating a roar of flame that seems to represent the passion between us perfectly.