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. :)*


11. The Party

Of course, Scott arrived outside my door at 6:55 (although I wasn't ready until 7:10). I'm really gunna have to work on my punctuality if I'm gunna date this guy!
My mother was more than happy to see him arrive on the door step asking for me. She decided to have a 'quiet word' (which is actually a relatively loud word in a place where she think is - but isn't - out of earshot) about mine and Scott's relationship. I still maintained the story that we were just friends. I'm not ready to tell my mom. She will ask more questions and I'm not ready for another interrogation yet.
We arrived at Sara's house at around 7:30. I feel Scott tense up beside me as we start up the driveway. I guess he just doesn't do too well in these situations. I take his hand and rub my thumb against his reassuringly. He relaxes slightly.
"Don't worry so much, Mr Serious!" I whisper as we reach the door. "Let loose! Have some fun!"
"Letting loose isn't a good idea when you have a deadly weapon in your head." He hisses, harshly adding "You should remember that." Jeez. What's up with him?
Sara bursts out of her front door and, as usual, drags me into a too-tight hug. Although her arms nearly cut off the circulation to mine, I can't help but smile, well, until I notice Scott's scowling face beside me. I raise my eyebrows at him in a warning manner, before turning my attention back to my best friend.
"Yay! Evi! You're here! I was so worried you wouldn't come!" She squeals, after releasing me. Marcus appears over her shoulder and glances down at me.
"Oh. Hey, Ev. It's great to see you managed to come-" he stops when he notices Scott beside me and adds "And bring your... Friend."
Scott tenses next to me. I can almost feel the hate emanating from his body.
"Boyfriend." I correct. "Scott's my boyfriend."
Scott now looks at me for the first time since we arrived at Sara's house. This is the first time I've directly referred to him as my boyfriend. I notice his lips twitch into a small smile, which disappears a second later.
"Whatever," Marcus releases an exasperated sigh and retracts back into the house.
"Jeez!" Sara exclaims "Can't you and Marcus ever get along?"
"Sorry," I respond blankly. "I do try to be nice."
She giggles. "'Evelyn James' and 'nice' aren't things I'd usually put together."
Before I can respond, she pulls me into the house and through to the kitchen. Scott follows us with his head down. Damn. I start to feel guilty for getting him to come now.
"So, what are you drinking?" Sara asks, throwing her arms around in front of the many bottles and cans, mocking the teleshopping channels we used to watch at our sleepovers when we stayed up so late, there wasn't anything else on.
"Ummm. I think I'll-"
"Water. She'll have water." Scott orders from behind me. I turn and see him leant against the work surface watching me.
"What?" He can't seriously think I'm going to take that?
"You're not drinking." He commands.
"Woooaaaaahh!" Sara cuts into the conversation and hurries over to me. She leans in and whispers loudly "He's got you pregnant already?! I mean, I know you like him and everything bu-"
"What? No! I'm not pregnant! We haven't even- You know! We've only been together a few days, Sara! I'm not like that." I exclaim, shocked at her accusation. "No, Scott's just being a little over protective. I should talk to him, alone."
"Sure, you can go in my room. There's a lock on the door and you know your way around." Sara says softly. Although most of the time, she's all giggles and silly jokes, Sara can be serious when she needs to be. That's why she's my best friend.
"Thank you." I whisper, before grabbing Scott's wrist and dragging him out of the kitchen, past the party-goers, up the stairs and into Sara's room. I turn the lock in the door and shut out the undoubtable chaos downstairs.
"What's going on?" I ask sternly, leaving against the door with my arms folded.
"Mixing alcohol and these genetic mutations does not seem like a good idea. Could you imagine what would happen if you lost control? If either of us did?" I sigh. He has a point. I can't even 100% control my ability when I'm sober, getting drunk probably isn't the best idea.
"Fine. One drink." I agree. Stepping towards where he is stood, in the centre of the room, next to Sara's double bed.
"No buts. One." This time it's my turn to demand.
"Fine. One." He agrees. "And home by midnight."
I roll my eyes.
"I thought I told you that was a bad habit?" He says, a cheeky smile falling across his lips. I step forward again and he takes me into his arms. I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck, before kissing his strongly. He kisses me back, his hands weaving into my hair. I pull away suddenly.
"Now, get downstairs and have some fun, or no more kissing for a week." I demand, pointing at the door. He sighs.
"Fine. But you owe me for this." He warns.
I take his hand and lead him downstairs to join the party 20-odd kids from our school. I give him a kiss on the cheek when we reach the bottom of the stairs.
"Thank you."


**Sorry it’s a bit boring right now. I know normal high school issues are a bit dull for the leader of the X-Men, but I have got something FAR more exciting coming in the next few chapters. Stay tuned! And, of course, keep commenting, your feedback is really useful. Thanks.**

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