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. :)*


100. No More Secrets (Scott's POV)

**Scott's POV**


Evelyn has been different recently. She's been working so hard in training, and she's been so invested in our relationship. I've never seen her so intent on working well with the X-Men. It's like something was holding her back before, but now... She's perfect.
"Come on, lazy bones!" She laughs, hitting me lightly with a pillow. "You're gunna be late for your own training session."
"Me? Lazy?" I sit up to face her, smirking. "I never thought I'd see the day Evelyn James was excited for a training session."
"I like it when you lead them. They're fun." She kisses me quickly.
"They're not supposed to be fun!" I laugh.
"Well, everyone gets along better in your classes. I mean, look what happened with me and Jean!" She's right. Since the professor asked me to start leading a few more session, I tried pairing the two girls together more often. At first it felt like a big mistake - the training room was a chorus of unintelligible bitchy comments - but soon they started to relax around each other, and now they're practically best friends.
"Fine. I'm coming." I sigh, the smile not leaving my lips. I don't think I've ever been happier than I am right now.
"Cyclops," The professor's voice is in my mind. "The security alarm has been tripped. Would you mind checking the gardens before training?"
"No problem, professor." I think strongly, before return my attention to back to Evelyn.
"I've gotta go check something out for the professor. You wanna finish getting ready and I'll come back here when I'm done?"
"Sure." She smiles her perfect smile, making me fall even deeper in love with her. I get up from the bed and quickly slip on some casual clothes, before returning to stand beside the bed.
"I love you." I whisper, then kissing her goodbye.
"I love you too, Scott." She replies sweetly as I leave the room.
As I reach the exit, I stop with my hand on the door handle, realising that I see a familiar figure outside. Pyro. What the hell is this?! I throw open the door as he makes his way up the steps.
"Ahh. Cyclops." He says as he approaches me, an irritating smile plastered across his lips. I step out of the doorway, blocking his path.  "Leader of the X-Men."
"What are you doing here, Pyro?" I ask sternly. I'm not in the mood for his bullshit.
"You really are the perfect leader, aren't you?" He begins to circle me in a patronizing manner. I release an exasperated sigh and resist the urge to punch the guy in the face. "Strong, powerful, attractive - I can see why Evelyn likes you so much."
"You don't have the right to even say her name." I growl. "You better get out of here right now. We're trying to-"
"How can I go now? I have a plan to work on. Didn't your precious, little girlfriend tell you?" I get more and more frustrated with every word he says.
"How would Evelyn know about your plans?" I ask, trying to hide the genuine curiosity from my voice.
"Oh, you still don't know?" His tone is ripe with mock surprise. "Me and her have been talking for months."
"What?" She wouldn't. She said no more secrets. She couldn't have done this. "No. No, you're wrong."
"Wow, considering you're their leader, you really not that bright, are you?" He smirks. "Do you really think she'd ignore another pyrokinetic? Especially one she had a telepathic bond with."
"What?" My voice is weak now. He has to be lying.
"Due to the nature of our powers, Evelyn and I have formed a strong telepathic connection. It's extremely rare actually. But we've been communicating for months. Oh, and meeting up in the dead of night so you wouldn't find out."
"You're lying." I state confidently. Neither of them are telepaths, the professor has confirmed this, so there is no way they could have a connection.
"Scott," Jean appears beside me. "What's going-" Her sentence is cut off by the sight of Pyro in front of us.
"Perfect! The telepath." John smiles, looking Jean up and down. "If you still think I'm lying, now is the time to find out for sure."
I trust Evelyn. But what if he's telling the truth? I can't risk it. I have to know.
"Jean, find out what he knows about Evelyn." I command, slightly too bluntly. But now is not the time to be nice. Jean steps forward and raises her hands either side of his face.
"Do you mind?" She asks politely.
"Not at all, sweetcheeks." He smiles down at her. Ugh. This guy is so irritating.
Jean closes her eyes. I watch her fingers twitch slightly as she searches his mind. The smug smile never leaves his lips, and I ache to wipe it off.
"I can't believe she'd do that." Jean's voice is quiet and weak. She turns back to me. "Sh-she's been meeting up with him. They even dream together."
"Yeah, that got a little awkward after a while. I'd rather not sleep with pictures of your pretty little sunglasses in my mind." He smirks.
"Stay out of my girlfriend's head." I growl.
"She wasn't complaining." He replies smugly. That's it! I grab his shirt and pull him closer, my anger peaking.
"I swear to god, if you even-"
"Scott!" Jean places her hand on my arm, directing my attention. "She kissed him."
He laughs. "Yeah, that was nice."
"That's it!" I punch him in the face. "Stay away from this house and stay away from Evelyn."
"Scott!" Jean gasps.
"Leave it, Jean." I order, throwing Pyro to the floor and walking back inside.
"Wait!" Jean chases me, following me back into the mansion. "Scott, don't-"
"Leave me alone!" I command.
"Please!" She sounds upset. What does she have to be upset about? I'm the one who just found out I have no idea who my girlfriend really is!
"Just tell me," I hiss, stopping and turning back to face her. "Tell me what you saw was wrong!"
"I- I'm sorry, Scott." Is her weak reply. No. This can't be it. I trusted her! I fall back against the wall. How could I be this stupid? He's pyrokinetic. How could I have thought she was just going to move on from that? I sigh, letting my head drop to see the floor. I'm so goddamn blind! I was here worrying that she had a thing for Warren, when actually she was out meeting up with that Australian asshole.
"Scott? Maybe it's not what it looks like." Jean's voice is soft, but my frustration does not reduce.
"What else could it be?" I yell, before sliding down the wall to sit on the floor, my legs giving out below me.
"Something's not right." Jean kneels down beside me. "You need to talk to her."
"I don't even want to think about her right now, let alone speak to her." I bury my face in my hands.
"But you still love her." Jean states. It surprises me that she's trying to save my relationship, considering she told the professor she was in love with me a few months ago.
"Isn't this what you want?" I hiss. I know it's unfair, but I don't need any more fakery now.
"What I want," She says confidently. "Is for my friends to be happy."
"I'm sorry." I sigh. "This is just..."
"I know, Scott." I am silently thankful that she doesn't push me to finish the sentence, as I wouldn't know how to.
"You're right. I need to talk to her. She wouldn't do this." I look down at the ring on my finger. "She told me she loved me."


**It’s out! Poor Scott. :/ Anyway, on a lighter note… THIS IS THE 100TH CHAPTER, GUYS!! *cries with pride* Oh gosh! I never expected to get this past 30! I’m so happy that I’ve got this far, but part of me is kindaa sad because it’s almost the end now. :( Not sure I’m ready to let go of Evelyn, Scott and John yet. Keep commenting. How are you feeling about the progression towards the ending so far? Do you think Scott will ever forgive Evelyn? What are your predictions (I’m curious)? Thanks!**

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