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. :)*


17. The New Girl

Scott isn't at school again the next day, but this time I know why. I received a text from him in the early morning, informing me that he and the professor were sorting things out with the orphanage. I don’t know, something to do with his weird telepath powers.
"Boyfriend not here again today?" Sara teases. "What did you do to him last night?"
"Sara! He just has to stay home to sort some stuff with his parents." I lie. I don't think Scott would want many people - especially the football team - knowing that he's an orphan.
"Nahh, he's probably off somewhere being an asshole." Marcus mumbles behind his sandwich.
"Oh, grow up, Marcus!" I hiss. "What's your problem with Scott anyway? He's a nice guy."
"He's a freak!" Marcus exclaims. "Always wearing those crappy red sunglasses, what's with that? It's weird."
"He's not a freak." I growl.
"Marcus, be nice." Sara commands.
"Alright, alright!" He holds his hands up in mock surrender. "I'm just saying, you know these weird-ass mutant things everyone's talking about? I wouldn't be surprised if he was one. He's totally weird, he'd fit in well with mutants."
"Argh!" I stand and push my food into the centre of the table. "I'm so done with you guys. You can't see anything past your fat egos."
I storm off out of the dining hall. I am not putting up with them any longer. I head out to the football field and slump down on the bleachers. I sigh heavily. I knew it would come out about people like me, people with 'special' abilities. I guess I just hoped it wouldn't be this soon.
"Are you okay?" Sara hovers over me, she must have followed me. "Because the Evelyn James I know wouldn't act like that when my douchey boyfriend makes one of his douchey comment."
I smirk slightly. Sara knows Marcus is a douche and is still with him? This girl blows my mind.
"The Evelyn James I know," she continues. "would've shot back a sarcastic comment and pulled her 'you just got burned' face."
I smile slightly again. "No, no. I'm fine."
"Evi, you're not fine." She sits next to me and looks into my face.
"Honestly, Sara, it's nothing." I shake my head and look down.
"Something's getting to you. That's clear." She says strongly, looking me in the eyes. "But, it's also clear that you're not ready to talk yet, and I wouldn't be your best friend if I pushed you to tell me."
I nod, the lump in my throat stopping my words from being voiced. Why did this happen to me? I never keep anything from Sara; she's always been there to guide me through everything. Everything. The tears blur my vision when I fail to hold them back.
"Oh, honey!" She pulls my into a warm embrace and I bury my wet eyes in her shoulder. She strokes my hair softly. "Shhh. It's okay. Shhh."
I take a few deep breaths to steady my breathing. "I will tell you one day, I promise. Just not know." I whisper, the words becoming almost inaudible.
"I know, Evi. Take all the time you need, just know I'll always be here for you." Would she if she knew about what I really was? She holds me at arms-length and smiles warmly, I force a smile back. "Now, come on. Lessons start in 5 minutes and Mr Dune will murder me if I get another late mark."
"How many would that be now?" I smile genuinely now.
"Ummm." She cocks her head to the side, imitating concentration. "Is it sixteen or seventeen now?"
I giggle. "Thank you, Sara."
I make my way to the gates immediately after school, hoping that Scott will be waiting. Nothing. Just then my phone vibrates. I take it out quickly, smiling when I see the name on the screen.

Sorry. Got tons of stuff to get done at the institute. See you tomorrow? Scott x

I frown slightly. Oh. I really need him right now. He's the only one who I can talk to who understands.
On the slow walk home, I decide that there is a very simple way of avoiding spending this evening wallowing in self-pity - surprise him!
Once I am home, I immediately change, eat a quick snack and tell my mom I'm heading out, before practically running out the door.
I expect to be locked outside the gate when I arrive at the institute, but, to my surprise, the large metal bars move away as I near them. Does the professor know I'm here? I make my way up the winding path and slip through the huge front door - which remains as pretentious as I remember it.
"Hello again, Miss James." The professor says, as his wheelchair turns into the entrance hall. "Can I help you with anything?"
"Ummm. Yeah, actually." My opinion of this guy may have improved since Scott showed me his visor, but I still don't trust him completely. "I'm looking for Scott."
"Of course," he smiles "he was just in his room."
"Thanks," I nod awkwardly before following the maze of twisted pathways that I vaguely remember leading to Scott's new room. I push open the door and step in, before being frozen to the spot.
Scott is stood in the middle of his room, looking as gorgeous as always. But in front of him, is a girl. She has her long slender hands on either side of his face. She is tall and slim, but with gorgeous womanly curves, her hair is red like mine, but longer and more beautiful. She has a sweet smile on her lips as she closes her eyes. Her index finger fiddles with Scott's hair.

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