55. The Argument (Scott's POV)
**This is the same as the last chapter but told from Scott’s POV. I thought it was important to show how he was feeling. It’s not the best, but you can read it if you’d like! :)**
As we reach the car, I can't help but yell at Evelyn for her actions. She could've gotten herself in trouble, or worse, she could’ve gotten hurt!
"He deserved it." Her voice is low and her head down. Why won't she look at me?
Jean makes a sarcastic comment from the backseat which makes Evelyn noticeably tense
"He was just being a guy! You didn't need to set him on fire!" I feel more worried than angry, and I can't hide that panic in my voice.
"He's hurt one too many people." She crosses her arms like a sulky teenager. "I was just giving him what he needed!"
"We could've handled them." I run a hand through my hair in exasperation. "You're insane."
"Maybe I am! If being insane stops my boyfriend from getting attacked, I'm happy with that!" Can she not see what she's done wrong here? Now, my anger surfaces.
"Argh! You're so infuriating!" I can't stop my outburst.
"I'm sorry I'm not as squeaky clean as the rest of the X-Men!" Can't she see that's not at all what I meant? "I just think that not getting hurt is more important than keeping a positive image."
"You have no idea how much impact your actions have, do you?" I take my eyes from the road for a second to look at her. She's still sulking.
"Stop treating me like a child! I thought I told you, you will never be my leader!" How can she say that? I thought we agreed on this!
"Stop acting like one! Of course I will; you're in my team!" My tone becomes increasingly harsh.
"Me acting like a child? What about you acting like a goddamn dictator?" She performs an extremely bad impression of me before calling me pathetic. Jeez! How old is she?!
"I can't be with someone who's so damn irresponsible!" My grip tightens on the steering wheel.
"Fine! Maybe I shouldn't be an X-Man!"
"Maybe I shouldn't be your boyfriend!" I regret the words as soon as they pass my lips. But just as I am about to take them back, she says it…
"Fine." She wants me to leave? She doesn't want me anymore? The pain I feel is so strong that all I can do in reply is repeat her response.
I notice out of the corner of my eye that she slumps into her seat and begins playing with the fire in her left hand. I can't help but watch it behind my glasses.
"Would you cut that out?" My voice sounds weak now.
"Why? Scared I'll bring shame to your precious X-Men again?" She pulls a face.
I tell her I think it's annoying. But it must be obvious that's a lie. Her showing off her beautiful ability just emphasizes everything I've just so easily let go of.
"It's therapeutic." She mumbles. Her voice is just as addictive as her. I feel the heartbreak burn through my chest. I can't take it anymore.
"Ugh. Just stop it!" I snap.
She mumbles something unintelligible, probably an insult.
"Scott, you idiot!" I hiss, scolding myself in such a way that no one around me can hear.
I am thankful for how quickly we reach the institute. I don't think I could face the awkward silence that emanates from the backseats.
As soon as I pull up outside, Evelyn exits the car, slamming the door hard behind her. Of course, Warren quickly follows her. Ugh! Keep your hands off her, feather boy! I sigh and put my face in my hands as the others head inside. I'm such an idiot!
I park the car quickly, jogging back towards the steps up to the entrance. I need to talk to her.
I glance up when I reach the base of the steps, and notice that Evelyn still stands by the door and she's... She's kissing Warren! What the hell?! My fists clench at my side, but I manage to restrain from running up to them and punching him in the face for the second time. I know this isn't his fault. I know Evelyn. She's doing this to get back at me. I push my anger to the back of my mind and instead settle for making a sarcastic comment, mocking her lack of maturity.
"Oh, Warren!" I stop at the door when I hear her voice behind me. What's she doing? "I have nowhere to sleep tonight. Mind if I share with you?" Hell no!
"I mind." I state, unable to stop myself. There's no way she's going to bed with anyone but me! I take her hand and pull her inside.
"Let go of me!" She pulls hand from mine.
"I can understand your immaturity leading you to the conclusion that kissing him would be a good idea," I can't hide the anger from my voice. "But seriously? Inviting him to bed?"
"Well, you don't want me in yours. So I might as well make use of myself." No! I'll always want you! You're crazy!
"Listen to yourself! Do you have any idea how stupid you're making yourself look?" I try hard to mask my hurt, and I think I succeed.
"Goodnight, Scott. I'll be in Warren's room if you need me."
"The hell you will!" I let my anger, hurt and frustration free now. I push her against the wall, unable to control myself, and kiss her passionately. She needs to know that's she's mine!
To my surprise, she doesn't push me away; instead she wraps her legs around my waist and leans into the kiss. Damn, I love this girl!
"This doesn't change anything!" I wonder temporarily if she's trying to convince me or herself.
"Shut up!" I command, and of course, she doesn't obey.
"Asshole!" Her voice is harsh, but I can't help but smile through our anger.
"Bitch!" I growl, before carrying her to our room, our lips never disconnecting.