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. :)*


52. Pressure

My eyes flutter open and I roll over under the warm sheets. Scott's not there. Damn. He's up already?
Everyday has been the same for the last week. It's kind of been driving me crazy, but I made a deal with Scott. We agreed that I am to stay in bed until midday, when I am allowed to get up and spend a few hours doing whatever I want, which usually consists of watching Scott train and visiting my mom. Then, I usually spend the evenings watching a DVD with Scott until I fall asleep on him.
I check the clock. 11:40. Close enough. I stretch and stumble clumsily out of bed. I change quickly and slip out of the bedroom door.
Now, where's Scott? He's always come to check on me at midday before, so I've never had to find him. I wrinkle my nose, though I feel I know where he might be. Since the professor gave his ribs the all clear a few days back, he's been training religiously, against my objection.
I walk through the light halls and corridors until I reach the door to the training room. I smile when I hear Scott's groans of effort echo from inside. Training hard of course. I push the door open slightly and take in the sight before me.
Scott stands in the middle of the room, dressed only in a pair of denim jeans and his yellow visor. He spins forwards and backwards targeting the wooden bulls-eyes that swing down and pop up around the room at varying intervals. He looks more than gorgeous. I bite my lower lip and watch him for a few seconds longer. Gosh, how can I ever resist this boy? He moves so smoothly, his blasts hitting each target in quick succession. I can't help the smile that creeps onto my lips.
Suddenly, he turns to hit a target that pops up behind him. He shoots a strong blast towards it, but misses and hits the wall behind it instead. The training program shuts down with a loud clank.
"Argh!" He punches the air in frustration, before dropping his head back and pushing his hands into his hair. I sigh. Oh, Scott.
"You shouldn't be so hard on yourself, you know." I say, pushing the door open and striding into the room. His head flicks towards me at the sound of my voice.
"Evelyn." The surprised tone is obvious in his tone.
"Why do you push yourself so hard?" I ask when I reach him, running my fingers through his hair, which is slightly damp with sweat.
"I don't." He states bluntly. I raise my eyebrows and step even closer, our bodies touching.
"Could've fooled me." I whisper.
"It's 11:50. You should still be in bed." I notice that he is suppressing a smile. At least I've cheered him up.
"So should you." I kiss him lightly. "You're training too hard, Scott. I don't want you to hurt yourself."
"I won't. But I need to train, Evelyn. It's the only way I can protect you." He brushes a lock of red hair back from my face. "You and the team."
"We don't need protecting." I whisper sweetly. "We just need you - unharmed, clear-headed you."
"It's not that simple." He sighs "I'm a leader now, I-"
"You're also only seventeen." I cut off his words. "We're still kids, Scott. You can't put yourself under this much pressure."
"Sometimes I forget how young we are, you know?" I nod. I do know. "We've had all this responsibility thrust on us, I just..." He sighs, his words lost.
"We should take some time out to be some kids. Be spontaneous!" I smile up at him.
"Spontaneous?" He raises an eyebrow.
"Uh huh." He wraps his arms around my waist, carefully to avoid my now successfully healing wound.
"I can be spontaneous." He smiles a playful smile.
"Yeah?" He doesn't reply, instead kissing me passionately. I return his kiss, running my fingers down his bare back. His visor feels cool against my rapidly heating skin. His hands slip up under my shirt and glide up my back as he pulls me closer to him. His touch heightens all of my senses.
"Spontaneous enough for you?" He asks, panting heavily.
"Shut up!" I laugh and kiss him again, feeling his smile against my lips. My passion for this boy is truly undeniable!
Suddenly, he breaks our kiss again and takes me up into his arms. I giggle as he lies me down on the cold, hard floor. He props himself up above me, his visor glinting in the dull light, before he kisses me again. I relax and succumb to his kiss. A low moan resonates from deep in his throat and he deepens the kiss. I place my hands on his waist, feeling his smooth, perfect skin. I pull away slightly, causing Scott's facial features to adopt a confused expression.
"Watch this." I whisper, grinning up at him.
"What?" He laughs. I place my index finger over his lips.
"Shhhh. Just watch." I raise my hand above his back and click my fingers once. The sparks shoot from my fingers and encase us in a ring well controlled flames. Scott smiles and looks around at the fire that divides us from the rest of the world.
"Evelyn," he's laughing. "How did you-"
"Bobby's been teaching me how to channel it so that I don't need my hair." I explain.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He rests his forehead against mine.
"I wanted it to be a surprise." I giggle.
"You're amazing, Evelyn." He brushes his fingers through my hair.
"Shut up and kiss me!" I order, laughing. And, of course, he does.

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