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. :)*


40. The Discovery (Scott's POV)

**Scott’s POV**


I watch as Evelyn exits the room to retrieve her clothes from the car. Why was she so desperate to leave? Is she okay? I'll have to make a point of asking her when she returns.
It's silly, but I even worry about her now. Outside, alone, all vulnerable and off guard. She could so easily be snatched up! What if she-
Three quick knocks on my door snap me away from my thoughts.
"Ummm. Yeah?" I reply, reordering my mind. The door slides open and Jean steps in.
"It's just me." She smiles. "I need to talk to you."
"Urr... Yeah. Sure! Sit down." I nod to the bed. She follows and takes a seat. I sit next to her quickly. "What's up?"
"I'm having issues with my telepathy." She confesses, blushing slightly.
"Oh. Right. Have you told the professor?" I ask. Why is she telling me this?
"Yes, I just thought I should tell you next. Because you’re the head of our team and everything, right?" She places her hand on my knee. Is she trying to make a move on me? What?
"Umm... Yeah. I guess so." I begin to feel increasingly uncomfortable. "So what exactly is wrong?"
"I can hear everything sometimes. Everyone's thoughts and feelings! I don't want to but I do."
"Even mine?" I really don't like the idea of someone inside my head.
"Yes." She replies plainly. "But the professor thinks he knows what's making this happen."
"Great!" I say, faking enthusiasm. Where's Evelyn? She should be back by now! "What?"
"My attraction to you."
"Wait, wha-" she cuts me off with a passionate kiss. Woah! I push her back, shocked by her assault. Oh no. Evelyn stands in the doorway, he mouth hanging open. Oh shit! Oh crap! No! No, she can't actually believe I'd do that to her!
"Evelyn, wait. It's not what you think!" My words sound like a beg. She storms away from the doorway. I run into the corridor.
"Evelyn, don't you dare leave this house!" I shout. I'm scared. I can't lose her. I turn back to Jean. "Look what you've done!"
"I- I'm sorry! I didn't mean for anyone to-"
"Get out." I hiss. She sits still. "I said get out!" I'm yelling now.
I run after Evelyn, knocking open every door until I find her. Why is she in the dressing room?
I watch her as she twists her delicate eye mask in her hands. I can't help but wonder what she's thinking. I wonder if she knows how important she is to the team. How she (so stupidly, but extremely bravely) risked herself to come to the old church to save us. How she took away Bobby's burns. How she created that wall of fire that separated us from our attackers. How she saved my life. If the team loses her now because of me, I will never be able to forgive myself. She is vital to our survival as a team right now.
Suddenly, she screams and slams her fist against the wall. I want to comfort her, hold her. But she'd never let me do that now.
"Please, don't." I say gently. "Don't hurt yourself."
"I already did, by trusting you." She hisses back. No! No, Evelyn, you didn't! I'd never hurt you. She pushes past me, out of the display room. I follow her immediately. I have to make her see.
"Please! I can explain." I panic and my voice begins to sound more and more desperate. "Jean means nothing to me! She's no more than a friend, a teammate! Jean and I-"
"Are the perfect little romance." She cuts in. "I know, Scott. I know."
"No, Evelyn. No, it's not like that! Please don't go!"
She leaves the dressing room. I take a step to follow her when something catches my eye. Glinting on the ground is the necklace I gave her just last night. I bend down to retrieve it. The chain is broken. No. This can't be the end. She can't leave without letting me explain!
I rush out of the room just in time to see the front door slam shut. No! I run after her and burst out into the fresh evening breeze just as my car speeds down the drive.
"She kissed me!" I shout. "I love you."
She keeps driving. The gates open and she disappears out of them.
"Is she okay?" A weak female voice asks behind me. Jean. She sounds like she's been crying. Good.
"No, she's not." I turn to face her. "She's really not. And now she's gone out into a world where I can't protect her!"
"Scott, I-"
"I don't care if you're sorry." I yell. I don't think I've ever been this angry! "I don't think you can see quite what you've done today! My girlfriend has just gone out, probably not thinking straight, into a world where there is potentially some psycho bastard trying to capture her. After I spent all that time convincing her to stay here so this wouldn't happen!"
I need a car. I walk past Jean as if she weren't there.
"Wh- Where are you g-going?" She stutters, obviously crying now.
"I'm going to find her."

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