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. :)*


75. Pyrokinetics ARE Hot

"John?" I sit alone in mine and Scott's room and try desperately to connect my mind to the Australian's for the third time in as many minutes.
"Finally." His displeased voice pushes its way into my mind.
"Why the hell did you send that girl to follow me?" If I have to talk to him, I'll tell him how I feel about his actions!
"Relax!" I can almost feel his laughter. "How do you think your boyfriend would've reacted if I had turned up? Exactly. So I sent Voltage."
"Keep her away from my personal life in the future, yeah?" I didn't think it was possible to think in such an irritated tone, but somehow I manage to.
"Are you jealous?" John's voice seems light, playful even. It's annoying.
"Why did you want to talk to me?" I ask, quickly changing the subject.
"You are jealous! You think Voltage is gunna try to get with your man." Ugh. Why won't he just leave it? "You can't hide it. I can read your mind."
"Yeah. Thanks for the reminder." I reply sarcastically, rolling my eyes to the empty room.
"Oh, calm down, X-Man! Can you not just have a pleasant conversation with me for once?" There is an obvious amused tone to his voice.
"I'd rather not." Ugh! He is so annoying! "And I'm not an X-Man."
"Oh? Trouble in paradise?" He questions, making me cringe.
"Shut up." I command, fed up of his pathetic attempt at small talk. "Get to the point. You 'urgently' needed to speak to me. Why?"
"Firstly, I would appreciate it if you at least tried to keep your thoughts to yourself. The last thing I want to hear when eating breakfast is ‘how sexy Scott looks in his uniform'. Honestly, it's really-"
"Hey! Stay out of my head!" I object, causing my cheeks to immediately turn bright pink. I'm glad no one is here to see my embarrassment.
"Trust me, I'd prefer not to hear about how perfect your boyfriend is, but when you're thinking it so loud, it's difficult not to." I've never heard any of John's thoughts that he didn't want me to hear. Why can he hear mine? Do I really think about Scott that 'loudly'?
"I said, get to the point!" I snap in my mind. "That's not why you wanted me to contact you!"
"Why are you so touchy today?" I can sense his laughter. I sigh; he's not going to tell me anything if I keep this tone up.
"Sorry. It's been a long day." I lie. I don't think spending a whole day lazy around in bed with my perfect boyfriend classifies as 'a long day'.
"I heard that!" John's voice makes me jump. Shit! Does he hear everything I think? "Yeah, pretty much!"
"Hey!" This whole thing is so strange and new that I can't help but laugh.
"That's more like it!" The Australian voice is in my brain once again. "Keep smiling."
"How can you tell I'm smiling?" And now I really am. I'm smiling and I don't know why. This guy is so infuriating, yet so... Intriguing. And maybe I shouldn't admit it, but it is nice to know that he understands me like no one else can... Even if he is unbelievably irritating.
"I can feel it." His voice is more serious now.
"You can?" I stroke a stray lock of red hair to be behind my ear.
"You'd be surprised how much we share with each other, Evelyn. You just have to concentrate." Wow.
"So, you can feel what I feel?" This connection is so much more complex than I expected.
"Yeah. Especially what you feel about me..."
"A-about you?" Wow. Even my thoughts stutter. Who knew?
"Yes, Evelyn. About me." My breath catches at his words. How do I feel about him?
"So, what did you need to talk to me about?" I quickly change the subject. That was too awkward.
"Oh... Yeah. Umm..." He seems to be trying to reorder his thoughts. Did that throw him off as much as it did me? "I have a plan."
"A plan for what?" My curiosity peaks again.
"I can't tell you." Well, that's useful. "You live with two telepaths. It wouldn't really be the best idea."
"Oh, yeah. Good point." I wander over to the dressing table and gaze into the mirror. For the first time in weeks, I actually look fully rested. Today's time in bed really worked for my appearance. My eyes are bright and my cheeks are a healthy light pink. I may not be an X-Man, but I'm finally starting to look like one. This encourages my smile to grow. Maybe I'm finally fitting in here.
"So, tonight? The park?" His voice brings my attention back to what I'm planning to do, shattering my illusion of being a true X-Man. I'm bad.
"Sure." I reply simply.
"Or maybe I just made that whole 'worried about getting caught by your telepath housemates' so that you'd come on a date with me." What?!
"No way, John! This is not a date! I have a boyfriend." I can sense his laughter, which provokes my own.
"And we have a connection." He states cheekily.
"Don't kid yourself, Pyro. There's nothing between us." I lock eyes with my reflection in the mirror and notice how happy I look. Ironically, it feels like everything is falling into place.
"Yet." His cocky tone makes me roll my eyes. "You remember when we first met?"
"Unfortunately." I smirk.
"Well, do you remember thinking that I was 'quite attractive'?" He sounds strangely proud of himself.
"Unfortunately." I repeat, cringing. "So you were even going through my private thoughts back then?"
"Yeah, how could I not when you were complimenting me so much?" His tone is smug. "You've gotta admit, you thought I was hot. You still do!"
"You're a pyrokinetic. We are hot." I reply casually, avoiding the question.
"You're forgetting I feel what you feel." Again, I sense his laughter.
"And how do I feel?" I close my eyes and let my environment slip away, focusing my mind entirely on our connection.
"You tell me." His tone is more serious now.
"I-" There is a loud click and the door swings open. My eyes snap open. "Scott!"
"I'm sorry." He laughs, running his fingers through his damp hair. "I thought having your boyfriend home from training early would be a good thing."
"Sorry. You just surprised me. Why are you back from your flying lesson so early?"
"I wanted to spend some time with you." He takes me in his arms, making me giggle.
"I love you, Scott." I smile, trying to remove all thoughts of John from mind.
"I love you too." He kisses me.
"Whatever," John's voice is in my mind again. He sounds suddenly irritated. What’s up with him? "Tonight. Don't forget."


**I’ve reached 75 chapters! I can’t believe this. Oh gosh! This is so much fun; I’m really enjoying exploring the characters. Thanks to everyone who’s liked, commented and favourited. What did you think of this chapter, I understand it may have been a bit weird to some of you? Also, I’d like to give a shoutout to @Butterflygrl for being so helpful (and I thought you might like this chapter after your last comment)! Thanks again everyone.**

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