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. :)*


53. The Movie

"Scott?" I say, my voice ripe with curiosity, as the beautiful boy walks towards the bed were I am sat. He rubs a towel over his wet hair, making me smile. He looks so gorgeous and carefree, lit perfectly by the dim evening light that breaks through the thin curtains.
"Yeah?" He replies mindlessly, flicking through the clothes in his wardrobe, looking for a shirt to wear.
"Where do you go in the mornings? You know, when I'm still asleep?" I bring my knees up to my chest and watch him intently. He selects a dark grey T-shirt from the wardrobe and slips it over his body. I pout to myself. I like him better when he's not wearing a shirt. He pads over to the bed and sits beside me.
"I was afraid you'd ask that." He confesses.
"Why?" I feel my heart beat faster. What's he hiding?
"Because it's a surprise." He smiles. I sigh with relief. Thank god.
"What kind of surprise? What can you tell me?" My curiosity pushes me to find out more.
"The professor is giving me extra lessons, to help me achieve something I never thought I could." He kisses my forehead quickly as he stands. "That's all you need to know."
"Awh! But that could mean anything!" I moan, standing beside him.
"Exactly," he smirks at me. "Just be patient, Evelyn."
"Hey? Guys?" Warren's voice echoes from the other side of the door. "We're going to catch a movie, wanna come?"
Scott looks down at me and I shrug, smiling.
"Sure, we'll be right out!" Scott replies happily.
"This will be nice," I look up at him wrapping my arms around his neck. He kisses me softly.
"Yeah, it will."

Soon, we pull up in the central town parking lot in Scott's car. When leaving the vehicle, I notice just how gorgeous Jean looks. She wears a pair of denim hot pants and a simple white tank. Every part of her body seems to be elongated in the sexiest way. I can't help the jealousy that sparks inside me - why can't I look like her?
Scott's arms wrap around my waist from behind me and he plants a light kiss on my cheek.
"What's wrong?" He whispers. "You have that expression on your face again."
"What expression?" I turn to face him.
"The expression you have when you're over thinking something." A small smile pulls at his lips. "What is it?"
"It doesn't matter." I can't tell him, he wouldn't understand.
"Hmm." He looks down at me suspiciously. "Okay. But if you ever want to talk, about anything, I'm here."
I nod slowly, before we begin the short walk to the cinema. We chat about silly teenage things on the way; music, school, careers. For a minute we actually just feel like a normal group of friends. We would nearly look like one too, if it weren't for Warren's huge trench coat hiding his wings and Scott's ruby quartz glasses. I save the moment in my memory anyway. This is what being a seventeen year old should be like! Not getting kidnapped and setting yourself on fire. I take hold of Scott's hand as he walks beside me. He smiles but does not look at me. I can't help but return the smile - he looks so relaxed, nothing like the stressed, overworked boy I found in the training room this morning. I make a mental note to do this more often.
Soon, we arrive at the cinema. We buy our tickets and some cheap popcorn, before filtering into the screen room to watch some cheesy comedy.
We take our seats in possibly the most suitable order. I sit against the wall, with Scott to my right, then Bobby, then Warren and finally Jean on the end. As much as I forgive her for what she did, I'm not sure I'm ready to completely like her yet. She's too perfect; too kind, too pretty, too smart. She's too much better than me.
The movie begins and soon we are laughing almost uncontrollably - this film is great! I look to my teammates beside me. Jean smirks slightly, twirling the straw of her drink between her slender fingers, her captivating green eyes locked on the screen. Warren's eyes, however, are locked on Jean. He must really like her because I recognize the smile on his face as the same smile I have when I'm with Scott. Next to me, Scott leans over to cover Bobby's ears mockingly as the characters on the screen make a sexual joke. Bobby swats Scott's hands away and laughs. It is more obvious than ever how important Bobby has become to Scott. I sigh happily and let the soft smile claim my features. This feels like a proper family. Of course, my mom is my family, but it was always a bit lonely after dad left; just me and her. As much as I feel weak to admit it, I do love the X-Men. I would risk my life for any of them, and I know that they would do the same for me.
Regrettably soon, the movie is over. As we exit the cinema, we discuss our opinions on the film. I've never seen any of them so relaxed since we first met. Although I still don't trust her, I can't deny that Jean is great fun to be around. We chat happily about the attractive male actors in the film, much to the annoyance of Scott and Warren behind us.
And then I see them - Marcus and a few other boys from the football team. I stop laughing immediately and Jean seems to copy me. Maybe she's reading my thoughts? I hope not.
If we can just get past them without being noticed, we should be fine. I'm not scared about getting hurt; I know they wouldn't lay a finger on me. Scott, however, is a different story, especially considering the last time they met, he punched Marcus in the face.
I slow my pace, allowing Scott to catch up and take his hand. He looks down at me with a concerned expression.
"What's wrong?" He asks quietly. I nod to the boys on the other side of the small, dark street. "They won't try anything. You'll be fine."
"It's not me I'm worried about." I mumble, hearing the rising chatter from the boys across the road. Please say they haven't spotted us. Please-
"Summers!" Marcus' voice booms through the dull night. Dammit!
"Leave us alone, Marcus!" I call, keeping my eyes facing forward as I walk. Warren steps closer to Jean in front of me, noticeably protective.
I let my eyes flick quickly over the street, and sure enough, the boys are beginning to walk towards us.
"Hey, Summers!" Marcus yells again. "We need to talk."
Scott stops beside me. No! I pull on his hand subtly, but he doesn't move. I sigh with frustration. Seriously?
"Talk then." Scott commands firmly as the boys reach us.
"Where have you been, coward?"
"Back off, Marcus." I hiss, stepping in front of Scott. Marcus laughs.
"Girlfriend to the rescue?" He scoffs. "You're even more pathetic than I thought!"
I feel someone stand beside me and look up to see Warren. I can't help but smile when I notice that the rest of the X-Men have joined me in standing beside Scott - standing beside their leader.
"You heard her," Warren's voice is strong. "Back off."
"What's this? The wierdo parade?" Jack, surprisingly one of the more intelligent boys, speaks up. "Where did you find these, Evelyn?"
I roll my eyes. "Seriously, you guys, leave us alone."
"No, Evelyn, we have something to settle with your boyfriend here." Marcus steps closer to us. "Just leave him with us and none of you have to get hurt."
I stifle a laugh. He really thinks he's that good? Does he seriously underestimate Scott that much?
"Although," he continues, stepping over to stand in front of Jean and looking her up and down "you could always leave this one too."
Warren's fist clenches beside me and I run my fingers softly down his hand, indicating for him to calm down. His hand relaxes slightly, but his body remains tense.
"Well," Marcus shrugs. "We gave you the chance."
Suddenly, he throws his fist towards Scott's face. Scott ducks casually and Marcus stumbles forward. I smirk slightly.
"No one use their powers." Jean's voice speaks up in my mind. I look to her and we both nod. "We can do this without exposing ourselves."
“Maybe for now, but if he hurts Scott, I won't let any rules stop me from burning him to ashes.”
I think, keeping my eyes locked with Jean's, ensuring she hears the thought. I see the slight irritation in her expression as I turn away. There's no way I'm sticking to those rules if that bastard so much as touches my boyfriend!
"Marcus, you honestly make me sick." I spit, as he regains his stance.
"Stay out of this, Evelyn. This isn't your fault." Marcus' expression is surprisingly soft as he looks at me. "You've just fallen in with the wrong people."
"The wrong people?" I step closer to him again. "You've got to be kidding, right?"
"No, Ev!" He addresses me like a friend. "These freaks, they don't deserve you! Ditch goggle boy and come back to hang out with us again. Sara would love it!"
"Sara is happy for me!" I growl. "And there is no way I'd ever go back to spending time with you arrogant losers!"
He looks slightly taken aback at first, before I see the anger set in once again. He turns his attention back to Scott. "You've brainwashed her!"
I roll my eyes. Wow. The intelligence is strong with this one.
"Give it a rest, Marcus. She's with us because we understand her." Scott's voice is calm and controlled. I can't help but feel proud of him, he's so mature.
"No! You give it a rest, freak!" Marcus' anger peaks now. "I've kicked your ass once; don't think I won't do it again."
Marcus throws a second punch, this one impacts hard on Scott's right cheekbone, causing him to stumble backwards. His glasses dislodge slightly, but luckily he keeps his eyes locked shut until he can reorder them. I rush to Scott, checking his injuries. He appears to be fine, but that doesn't change what that bastard just did! I turn back to look at the disgusting boy behind me. 
"Marcus. I swear to god, if you even-"
"If I even touch him, you'll teach me a lesson? You'll bitch slap me into oblivion? You'll stab me with your stiletto?" He laughs, which is then echoed by the boys around him. He pats me on the head in a patronizing manner. "Leave the fighting to the men."
My body tenses and I rest the middle finger of my left hand against my thumb. My rage clouds my vision and I clench my jaw hard. Scott leans down behind me until he is level with my face.
"Evelyn, don't. Please." He begs in a calm whisper.
"Evelyn. Get out of the way. I don't want to hurt you." That goddamn line again! Argh!
Before I can stop myself, I click my fingers and watch as the flames dart to Marcus' right ankle. He screams in shock and agony. Everything falls into slow motion as I watch him stumble back, crashing through the group of football players, who scatter immediately. An unstoppable grin claims my face, until it dawns on me what I have just done. Holy crap! I spread my hand subtly next to my hip - ensuring that, if Marcus dares to look up, he doesn't see - and will the flames to return to my palm. They comply.
"We need to get out of here!" Jean hisses beside me. And soon, Scott's hand takes my wrist and he is tugging me down the dimly lit street.
I glance back at Marcus on the floor. Other than shock, I feel no negative emotion towards what I just did. No guilt, no remorse, nothing. In fact, I feel alive.

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