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. :)*


64. The Call

I sit alone on the floor of mine and Scott's room. Everything is silent, which makes the whole situation worse, as it leaves me with no other option but to listen to my thoughts. Scott is undoubtedly on his way up from the jet now. I don't want to see him. I don't want to see anyone. They just remind me of the horrible thoughts I had and the terrible things I did. I just want to be alone.
There is a light knock at the door and, sure enough, Scott enters. I click my fingers and a small ring of fire surrounds me. I keep the flames contained and low, so as to not set off the fire alarm.
"Go away." I command.
"Come on, Evelyn. Don't be like this." He sighs and leans against the doorframe. "Everyone knows that wasn't you that did that to Warren. They just need some time to adjust."
"I said, go away!" I yell. The fire climes higher with my frustration. Why won't he leave me alone?
"It would be great if you could stop wallowing in self-pity and help us find the mutant who started the fire! After all, it was all their fault." He is more than noticeably fed up with me now, which irritates me slightly. "So are you going to help us out or what?"
"I don't think I'm welcome with the X-Men any longer." I keep my eyes locked on the burning ground in front of me. I feel the flames gently licking at my body now, my emotion burning more and more with them. This is all too much. Yes, I should help them. I should tell them that I know how we can contact John. But something tells me not to. Maybe he'll understand me...
Scott sighs heavily. "I know today has really gotten to you, Evelyn." His tone is soft and loving again, causing my eyes to shoot up to watch him. "Are you gunna stop burning our bedroom so I can give you a hug?"
I take a second to look into his eyes. Can I trust him? Does he want what's best for me? Part of me doesn't want to love the mutant in front of me, it wants me to leave and let him lead the X-Men in peace. But I do love him, more than anything. This boy rescued me when no one else could. I can't stop loving him.
I sigh heavily and let the flames return to my hands. The wooden floor is now discoloured where the flames burnt into it. I stand slowly and Scott rushes over to me.
"You'll always be welcome in the X-Men." He whispers, embracing me strongly. "They're my X-Men! I choose who's welcome, and you always will be."
"But... What I did to Warren. They won't want me anymore." My mind is all over the place now; I struggle to order my thoughts.
"I want you. If they don't, then I don't want them!" He states strongly.
"Scott... They're your team. Three of your team is more important than just one." I don't want him to choose me over them. Ever.
"Maybe. If that one wasn't you." He rests his forehead against mine, his visor cooling my warm skin. "I'm in love with you, Evelyn James. I won't let some stupid mistake get in the way of that."
"I love you, Scott Summers." I place my hand on his cheek and guide his lips to mine. It feels so long since we've kissed. And suddenly, everything falls into place. This boy is my future. And I'm not some pyrokinetic douche bag ruin that!
"I know who did this." I state suddenly, pulling away from his lips. "And I'm going to make him pay!"
"Wait. What?" I hurry over to the bed and retrieve John's note from inside my pillowcase. "What's that?"
"Call off the X-Men. This is my fight." I command, striding past him and out the door. He follows immediately.
"What? No way!" He shouts after me. "Are you insane? The professor is tracking the mutant, there's no need for you to put yourself in unnecessary danger!"
"Just stop, Scott! I know what I'm doing." I don't stop walking. I have to find John. I have to make him feel the pain I feel.
"No! I won't lose you!" He grabs my arm and pulls me back to face him. "What the hell just happened? One minute you were kissing me, telling me you loved me... The next you're telling me that you're going after some guy, because you're convinced he did this, and you’re running from me!"
"Scott, you don't understand, I can't let him get away with this. I just-" he cuts me off with a kiss, again. I feel now that maybe he's just using this as a technique to shut me up.
"I can't lose you!" He pants. "Don't go!"
"I have to."
"No." He says bluntly, before kissing me again. I feel the harsh, rapid beating of his heart against my chest. I kiss him back, equalling his passion. I should push him back, run, and go find John. But I can't. His lips are so hypnotizing. I want to take advantage of every second I have with him. I want to make every moment we have left together the best it can be, as those moments may be limited now. I let my eyes flutter open and gaze at the beauty that is so close to me. The moonlight from the window at the end of the corridor scatters over his face. Before I allow my eyes to slip shut again, I push his body against the wall to my right and let my body relax against his. He is more than I have ever dreamed of. I slam my palm against the wall beside us, powered by the pure passion between us. My hand immediately erupts into flames. I feel Scott smirk below my lips and can't stop myself from smiling back.
"You're spectacular, Ardor." He whispers.
"Shut up and kiss me, Cyclops!" He complies with my order immediately. I slide my burning hand down the wall, dragging the flames with it. I keep enough of my mind off Scott to ensure that the whole wall does not ignite, although it's extremely difficult when he's so damn perfect! The passion and love he makes me feel makes my abilities unpredictable and nearly uncontrollable at points.
I kiss him more. I feel that words cannot describe my love for him, so I have to try with actions.
Suddenly, we are showered with droplets of water. Oh gosh! We set off the smoke detector! Scott rests his head back against the wall and laughs, as the flames around my hand fizzle out.
"Remind me to disconnect the smoke detector in our room." I giggle in reply. He's right. I'm sure this won't be the last time our passion results in something being set on fire!
He kisses me slowly, one last time.
"I love you, Scott. And I respect that you just don't want me to get hurt." I say softly. "But this is one thing I have to do myself."
"But it's not safe-"
"Please." I look deep into his visor, hoping that his eyes lock with mine. "We can get Jean to build one of those telepathic bridges again. I'll stay in touch. And the professor can monitor me the whole time."
"Fine. I'll talk to the professor." He sighs. "But we're straight in there as soon as anything bad happens."
"Thank you!" I grin and kiss him on the cheek. "Now can we get out of this corridor? I feel like my uniform is sticking so much to my body, it's almost a second skin!"
He laughs and we head down the corridor toward Professor Xavier's office. I'm so glad that the sprinklers in this place only go off in isolated areas! Soon we are free of the shower and are squelching down a dry corridor.
Once we arrive at the office, I let Scott enter alone. It's best if this comes from him. Plus, I don't want the questions. I'll get enough from Scott later!
After waiting about ten minutes, the door opens again and Scott steps out.
"He's agreed. But as long as you keep me informed as to what's happening, okay?" His voice is stern, but his gentle expression softens his words.
"Okay. Thank you." I smile up and him and kiss him once. "I'll get right onto it."
As I walk away, I can almost sense Scott's worry emanating from his body behind me. He needs to trust me more; I know what I'm doing!
I step outside the institute and take out my cell phone from the inside of my leather boot. This clever choice of positioning saved it from getting wet in the corridor. The night is cold, and the water on my skin doesn't help the chill that creeps over my body.
I retrieve John's note from the other boot. This is not so lucky. The water has smudged the ink slightly, but luckily, it's still readable. I type the number into my phone and hit dial.
"Hey, Pyro." I try to make my tone as seductive and confident as possible. "We need to spend some time together."


**Sorry, this hasn’t been the best chapter, but I’m really trying to get the storyline right so I’d really appreciate any feedback on how you think it’s going! :) Also, some of this chapter was inspired by Ellie Goulding’s ‘Beating Heart’ (from the Divergent soundtrack), which is a totally gorgeous song that you should all check out, if you haven’t already.**

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