"Scott?" I yawn, rolling over and tangling myself in the duvet due to my newly awoken state.
However, to my surprise, the space beside me is empty. Where is he? I yawn again and assume he's probably having another X-Jet session with the professor. Rolling back over, I start to let my body relax back into a resting mode, when I see my alarm clock. Awh! Training in fifteen minutes! I sigh and roll towards the edge of the bed, tumbling to the hard floor.
"Owwww." I moan to myself, before unravelling myself from the sheets pushing up to my feet.
I stumble around the room for a few minutes in my sleep induced haze, collecting clean underwear as I pass the drawer. Then slip out the door and make my way to the bathroom, hoping no one sees my parading about in nothing but Scott's shirt.
Glancing over to the bathroom mirror, I notice my hazy reflection through the thin veil of condensation. My eyes are dark, almost secretive. My cheekbones seem more prominent than before. For most of the team, the excessive training has improved our appearance, for me; however, it seems to have done the opposite. My facial structure seems harsher than before, meaning that now I even look like the stereotypical female villain. I don't fit in here, that's for sure.
Three soft knocks snap my attention to the wooden door.
"Hey, Evelyn?" Bobby's muffled voice calls. "You almost done? Warren and Jean are totally hogging the other bathrooms."
I smile. As much as I feel like I don't belong, these guys are like a family to me now.
"Be right out!" I sing, collecting up my body wash and towel. I soon unlatch the door to find an impatient Bobby dancing on the spot outside.
"Thanks!" He says quickly, but the word is cut off as he shuts the door between us. I can't help but laugh.
Soon, I am exiting mine and Scott's room after changing into my black uniform (which is spotted all over with brown singe marks and probably needs repairing). I walk tiredly down the hall. Although it’s been over ten minutes since I got up, it feels like I've only just awoken. I fall through the training room doors, my brain aching with fatigue.
To my surprise Scott's stands in the centre of the room, observing his feet impatiently. Bobby, Warren and Jean stand in a line facing him. What's going on?
"Okay. Now that everyone's here..." He shoots me a look, but the cheeky smile on his lips betrays his frowning forehead. "I'm going to be leading your training session today."
"What?" Warren sounds irritated.
"The professor told me this would be good practice for all of us." Scott is all serious now. "We will be addressing each other with the correct aliases."
"Whatever, Cyclops." Warren comments sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
"Sure," Scott says dismissively. I smile at his reaction. It's obvious that his doesn't intend on letting anything get in his way today. "So, firstly, we need to know each other's abilities inside out. We need to understand the strengths and weaknesses of each other's mutations." He walks around to stand behind us, but I barely notice, and continue staring at my chipped black nail varnish. "For example, Ardor."
The mention of my name pulls my attention back to reality. "Wha-"
Suddenly, I am soaked with cool water. I spin quickly to face Scott, pulling away the wet hair that sticks to my cheeks and covers my eyes.
"What the hell?!" I squeal. The teens around me try to conceal their laughter but fail miserably.
"Ardor's ability can be overcome by something as simple at water." Scott smirks.
"You enjoyed that way too much." I cross my arms in front of my chest, sulking.
"Maybe I did." He throws me a towel casually and I rub it roughly over my wet hair and dry my hands quickly.
"Just because you're my boyfriend, doesn't mean I won't kick your ass." I hiss, the smile on my face betraying me. I click my fingers in front of his face, illuminating his features with flames. He raises his eyebrows and smirks.
"Save it for your first activity." He steps back. I open my hand and catch the flames in my palm. "Boys versus girls. Ardor and Marvel Girl, you will start at this wall." He points to the wall to his right. "And Iceman and Angel, you'll start at the opposite one. First team to reach the opposing team's side wins."
"You're putting me with her?!" Jean throws her hand out to point at me. "Come on, Cyclops. Even you know this is a bad idea!"
"My session, my rules." Scott shrugs. "Everyone get to their wall."
Jean and I walk over to the nearest concrete wall.
"It's just a training session." I say, trying to catch her attention but she continues to ignore me. I sigh in exasperation. At least I tried.
"Alright, everyone ready?" Scott's voice is loud from the centre of the room. "Go!"