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. :)*


73. Scars

Warren's words echo in my mind. Screw him! And screw the X-Men! I'm fed up of being looked down on by these people! They don't know me. I'm only here for Scott. If it wasn't for him I would've left a long time ago.
"Evelyn?" Scott's voice brings me back to reality.
"Yeah," I can't help but smile at the sight of him. He obviously slept well last night, as he looks fully rested. I, however, do not. My reflection in his glasses looks exhausted and worn out. I turn my attention back to Scott again. He lies on his side facing me, the pressure from the pillow pushing his glasses into an awkward position. The duvet falls around his waist. All of the bruises from his previous assaults have faded now. I can't help but reach out to touch the healthy, golden skin over his ribs.
"I said good morning." He laughs. "That tickles."
I pull my hand away, blushing. "Sorry."
He frowns slightly, before taking me into his arms. "Come here." He kisses my hair. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." I yawn, resting my head on his warm chest and letting my eyes droop closed.
"Tell me." He commands. I sigh, opening my eyes.
"Warren." I say simply.
"Oh." Is his only reply.
"I want to get along with him so bad but he doesn't want to forgive me!" I snuggle closer to my boyfriend.
"I have to admit, I prefer it when you're fighting to when you're kissing!" He jokes, making me swat him on the arm lightly.
"Scott!" I exclaim. "I thought we weren't ever going to mention that day!"
"Sorry." He laughs. "Couldn't resist."
"Scott!" I moan. "Stop it!"
"Sorry." His loving smile returns. "But in case you've forgotten, that was also the day you saved my life."
I can't help but smile in return.
"Yeah," I whisper. "I guess it was."
He moves his hand slowly up the side of my exposed abdomen, where his shirt has ridden up to show my skin. What's he doing? His touch is soft and loving, not suggestive in any way. I giggle at his gentle contact as it tickles my skin.
"Scott," I laugh. "What are you-"
"Don't do that again." He commands in a soft whisper.
"Don't do what?" I furrow my brow in confusion.
"Don't be a hero." His hand settles against a specific point on my back. "I don't know what I'd do if this happened again, especially if it was my fault."
It is at that moment that I realize that his hand is placed lovingly on the almost completely healed gunshot wound from that night.
"You have to stop blaming yourself for everything." I take hold of his wrist and remove his hand from my back, lifting it up to my lips. I kiss his knuckles softly. "I love you."
"I love you too. That's why I can't let you risk your life for me." He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer to him.
"Scott." I warn. "Stop treating me like a child."
"I'm not. I just don't want you to get hurt." He strokes my hair, relaxing me.
"I won't. I promise." I kiss him. I don't want to tell him this anymore. Why doesn't he trust me? Doesn't he know I can look after myself?
"Okay. Just please, be careful." He begs. I sigh and nod slowly. "Now, are you ready for one of my intense training sessions in about..." He glances back at the clock. "Twenty five minutes."
"Awhhhh." I moan. "Can't we just stay in bed?"
"No, Evelyn." He laughs. "It's my session. It wouldn't really work without me!"
"Ughhh!" I bury my face in the pillow, muffling my words. "Go without me."
"Believe it or not, I need some inspiration to get through an hour of Warren's rich boy tantrums. And you are that inspiration." He kisses my temple making me giggle and turn to face him.
"Okay. I'll come. But only if you take me to see a movie tonight." I lift my face from the pillow to speak.
"Deal." He smiles softly, a smile bursting with love and emotion. A smile that causes me to fall more and more in love with him each time it makes an appearance.
"Now, come on! We're going to be late." He kisses me quickly before rolling out of bed. "That's not really good leadership; turning up late to your own training session with your girlfriend right behind you."
I blush. "Good point."
I happily watch him change into his uniform. I can't help but marvel at every inch of his pure, golden skin. I feel my mouth fall open as I watch him. He's truly gorgeous.
"Quit staring!" He laughs, zipping up his uniform. "You're making me feel self-conscious."
"You? Self-conscious? You've gotta be kidding! Have you looked in the mirror lately?" I am genuinely shocked that someone so perfect could possibly have anything to feel self-conscious about. He's flawless!
"Get dressed, Evelyn." He laughs again, although I think he enjoys my compliments.
"No buts. You wouldn't want to miss the opportunity to see me boss Warren around, would you?" He takes my wrists and tugs me out of bed.
"Be nice!" I warn. He leans down and kisses my cheek.
"Never!" He whispers in my ear, provoking another giggle.

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