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. :)*


101. Never

"Hey," I smile when Scott enters the room. "What took you so-" I stop when I notice his dazed expression. "You okay?"
"Tell me it's not true." He says simply, remaining in the doorway.
"What? What are you talking about?" I smile a confused smile.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about!" He yells, slamming the door behind him.
"Scott, you're scaring me." I stumble back to sit on the bed.
"Just tell me he was lying." He orders. Oh no. Please not John.
"Who?" My voice is shaky and weak.
"Pyro." He spits the name like it's poison on his lips. No!
"Scott, you have to understand-"
"Oh god." I hear his harsh intake of breath. "It's true, isn't it?"
"Look. I don't know what he's told you, but it's not what you think." I try to keep my voice calm.
"How do you know what I think it is, Evelyn?! We don't have a goddamn telepathic connection!" His anger grows again.
"That's not my fault!" I argue.
"Do you have any idea how inadequate that makes me feel?" He raises his voice.
"I didn't want it! It's just part of our mutation! I can't help it!"
"No, of course not. Just like you couldn't help kissing him, right?" He looks away from me in disgust.
"What? I didn't- I couldn't-" He can't believe I would do that to him.
"Oh, save it!" He snaps. "Jean read his mind, she saw it!"
"No, Scott! That was just a dream!" No, no, no! I can't lose him!
"What's the difference?!" He yells, startling me. "Jean said you dream together, so surely there's no difference between dream and reality with you two, right?"
"No! It was just a thought, Scott!" I feel the lump rise in my throat. "I love you."
"No, you don't!" He pushes his hand roughly through his hair.
"I do, Scott! I do." I let the first tear slip free from my eye. "You have no idea how much I hate myself from keeping my friendship with John from you."
"John? Wow. First name basis. You really are friendly!" His fists clench at his side.
"I hate him, Scott! You have no idea how disgusting his mind is!"
"No, you're right. I don't. But you've spent months in his 'disgusting mind', haven't you?" His body seems to get tenser with his words.
"I tried to ignore it, I really did. But he just kept pushing and pushing!" I stand from the bed and rush over to him. "Scott, you know I could never-"
"Don't bother." He storms past me, leaving me facing the blank wall.
"What are you doing?" I let the tears flow now, turning to follow his movement over to the window. He shoves it open roughly, placing his hands on the sill. His shoulders rise and fall with his erratic breathing.
"Scott. I love you. Lying to you about Joh- About Pyro, was the biggest mistake I've ever made!"
"Shut up!" He shouts, pulling his glasses from his face. The strong red beam shoots from his eyes out through the open window and tears up the ground in the perfect garden.
"Scott!" I scream his name. He replaces his glasses just as Warren bursts through the door.
"What the hell is going on?" He's panting, as if he rushed here.
"Out!" We both yell.
"Okay, okay!" He leaves the room as quickly as he came in.
"I want you out." Scott says strongly, not turning back to me, still leaning out of the window.
"Scott... Please." I sob.
"Out of my room. Out of my team." He pauses, and I can hear that he is crying now. "Out of my life."
"I love you." I say as a final useless attempt at gaining his forgiveness.
"Now!" He yells.
"I will always love you." I whisper. I notice him remove his ring and place it on the window sill.
That's it. He's gone.
I turn and leave.
I will never again be accepted here.
I see that now.


**Oh gosh.  Short chapter, but an extremely difficult one to write. I actually cried writing this (I know, I’m a sad kid)! Keep commenting!**

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