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. :)*

31Likes
140Comments
13473Views
AA

105. Old School

"Evi!" Sara hugs me as I stumble tiredly through the school gates. "Your hair looks amazing!"
"Oh, thanks." I blush.
"Why are you back here?" She questions.
"Me and Scott broke up." I reply bluntly.
"What? Why?" She takes me by the shoulders as I try to keep walking.
"I don't want to talk about it." I moan. "How's Marcus after the whole thing with Warren?"
"He's getting over it." She shrugs. "Come on, Evi. Let’s go learn some Calculus to forget about douchey boys!"
Her words make me smile and I nod in reply.

Calculus soon ends and I am reminded why I hated school in the first place. That class is murder!
"Do you wanna talk about you and Scott now?" Sara suggests as we make our way to the dining hall for lunch. I'm sort of dreading seeing the football team, but I have to get used to things going back to how they were before Scott.
"I don't know..." I reply quietly.
"Evi, you know I'm always here for you if you want to talk. I just want to know what happened to see if I can help." She wraps her arm around my shoulders and gives me a gentle squeeze.
"Okay." I take a deep breath. "So, I met this guy and..."
"You cheated on Scott?!" She exclaims far too loudly, making me cringe.
"No!" I hiss. "No, I just... I thought about it."
"You thought about cheating on your boyfriend so he left you. Is there something I'm missing here?" She replies with confused sarcasm.
"I started meeting up with him behind Scott's back." I feel my cheeks flush at my confession.
"This guy must have been hot!" Is her only reply. I release a confused giggle.
"What?"
"Well, if you're willing to choose him over your gorgeous boyfriend, he must be pretty sexy!" She winks at me.
"No. I didn't choose him over Scott, anyway. Scott found out about John and dumped me." I explain quickly, saying the words makes me relive the pain of the situation.
"John? That's not a sexy name." She says, looking genuinely perplexed.
"And Marcus is?!" I laugh, changing the subject subtly.
"Marcus is very much so a sexy name." She replies matter-of-factly.
"If you say so." I roll my eyes.
"Hey, Evi. Did I just hear you cheated on your boyfriend?" One of the boys from the football team, George, wraps his arm around my shoulders. I shrug him off roughly.
"No! Back off!" I growl. "Sara, help me?"
Sara swats George across the back of his head.
 "Get outta here!" She snaps, and of course, he obeys, filtering back into the crowd.
"Thanks." I say, blushing. This is the first time a guy from school has really paid any attention to me since prom.
"I'm sorry for blurting it out, Evi." She says, her expression is ripe with sympathy.
"It's fine." I reply quietly, as we take our seats in the dining hall. A year ago, this was my favourite place to be, but now... Now it's just a reminder of everything that's gone wrong. Everywhere is a reminder of that.
"Evelyn James." Marcus claps his hands slowly from across the table. I look up at him through my lashes. "Finally ditched the loser, I see."
"Shut up, Marcus." Sara orders.
"I always knew you'd come running back." The smug expression on his face is more irritating that any expression John has ever pulled. And that's really saying something!
"Why can't you just do what I say?" Sara hisses.
"I'm sorry." He replies sarcastically. "I'm sure that Warren guy would follow your orders!"
"It was spin the bottle! Get over it!" She snaps, making me smile.
"Warren's actually a really sweet guy." I cut in.
"Didn't you say that about Scott? I don't see him around here anywhere." Marcus pushes.
"Shut up. You have no idea what happened!" I hiss.
"George here told me he heard Sara say you cheated on the guy. Nice choice." My fists clench at my sides at the sound of his words.
"I loved him!" I feel my anger build up inside.
"Obviously not enough, but hey! I don't blame you. That guy was a total douche anyway."
"You don't know him!" I yell, standing from my seat.
"Don't you think it was a bit of a coincidence that he dropped out of school just as this whole 'mutant' thing kicked off?" His irritating smile grows.
"You have no idea what you're talking about!" I snap.
"Evi, calm down!" Sara touches my hand in a reassuring gesture. "Woah, why is your skin so hot?" Oh no.
"I- I have to go!" I stutter quickly, before grabbing my bag and leaving the hall.
"Evelyn, wait!" Sara follows me. "Are you okay?"
"I thought I was ready. I'm not." I walk faster. "I have to get out of here."
"Okay, sure." Sara increases her speed to catch up with me, as I push open the doors at the entrance to school roughly. "Woah." She stops.
"What?" I turn back to face her.
"Who's that?" Her mouth falls open as she stares straight ahead.
I follow her eyeline to see what she is so transfixed on.
"What are you talking-" I stop. John stands casually in the school parking lot, dressed in the outfit we created in the early hours of this morning. He leans against a large black motorcycle, with his hands in my pockets. It's kinda cliched. But he does look really good.
"That's John." I whisper, too surprised to form stronger speech.
"That's him?" She turns to me, her jaw on the floor. "Damn! He's so hot!"
"He's a total asshole." I roll my eyes. I make my way down the school steps towards the parking lot. "What are you doing here?" I call out.
"You pocket dialled me." He shrugs, before switching to use our connection. "With your mind. Jeez! Can you think any louder?" He stands from the bike and strides over to me, speaking aloud again. "I thought you could use a lift."
"I'd rather walk." I mumble, my irritation clear.
"Evi." Sara elbows my in the abdomen lightly, her voice weirdly high pitched. "Can we talk in private a sec?"
"Sure, whatever." I sigh, turning to John. "Give us a minute."
Sara pulls me a few feet away, just out of earshot.
"Are you kidding me?" She hisses in a harsh whisper.
"What?"
"Okay, so your boyfriend just dumped you, and some smoking hot, Australian god offers you a ride home and you decline?!" She waves hands about frantically. "Haven't you ever heard of a rebound?!"
"John and I aren't on the best terms right now." I reply quietly.
"I don't care! He's gorgeous!" She squeals. "There is no better way to get over Scott!"
"I don't want to get over Scott." I argue. She takes my wrist and drags me back to John.
"She'd love a ride home. Thanks." Before I can protest, she pushes me forwards and I fall into John's arms. "Bye, Evi!" She sings, running back inside. I roll my eyes.
"Sorry," I blush, stepping back from John awkwardly. "She's just being Sara."
"Whatever. Are you coming?" He walks back towards the bike. I sigh.
"Fine!"
"Great."
"Oh!" I stop. "I have to do something first."
"What now?" He moans. I search the parking lot for Marcus' ugly, blue sports car. As soon as my eyes find it, a satisfied smile claims my lips. I flick my hand forward and watch as flames consume the two back tires.
"Okay." I turn back to John and smile. "We can go now."
"Damn." He throws me a large, black helmet. I slip it on awkwardly.  "You really are bad."
"Just get on the bike." I order telepathically.
"Okay." He holds up his hands, smirking. "Whatever you say."
He straddles the bike easily. I bite my lip behind the helmet. He does look really hot. And Sara's right, with everyone else I've dated, there's always been a rebound when it ended. No. John is the reason it ended. It would never work.
I snap out of my daydream and awkwardly manoeuvre my way on behind John.
"Wrap your arms around my waist." He orders. I comply. This isn't a strange position to be in with a guy you dislike at all. "So this is what it's like to be between your thighs."
"Shut up and drive, asshole."

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...