Today was Scott's first day back at school since his move to the Xavier Institute. I convinced him to sit with me, Sara and the football team at lunch. I want him to get along with my best friend, and this, at the time, seemed like the most logical way for us all to spend time together. Of course, I was wrong.
"Evi, what's the freak doing here?" One of the boys shouts out as me and Scott approach the lunch table. I can sense how awkward Scott feels about this situation and I don't blame him. But this was bound to happen at some point, might as well get it over with.
I slam my palms down on the table and lean forward into the faces of the immature boys in front of me.
"Listen, asshats. Scott is here whether you like it or not. You're going to shut the hell up or I'm personally going to make your school life a living hell. Cheerleaders can do that." I hiss, glaring intensely at each of them in turn. I won't be a cheerleader much longer - I have higher priorities than training right now - so I might as well make the most of the authority while I have it.
I lean back and sit opposite them, tugging Scott down beside me.
"Got it?" I growl. They nod quickly. "Good."
Sara sits beside me and hugs me quickly.
"Oh, Evi! I'm so glad you're okay! I haven't heard from you all weekend!" She says quickly.
"I'm fine," I wonder what she'd say if she knew that about thirty six hours ago I'd just been saved from drowning and was sobbing my heart out, convinced I'd killed a boy with wings.
"Yay! You bought Scott!" She squeals happily, before turning to Marcus, who has just sat next to her. She slaps a large sub out of his hands and back onto his plate.
"Hey!" He objects. She ignores him.
"Scott is sitting with us today. Be nice!" She warns making me laugh. She so owns him.
We eat out lunch as usual; chatting, laughing, and occasionally bitching. Scott stays quiet. Towards the end of the break, I feel Scott take hold of my hand as I tap my fingers lightly against the table mindlessly, whilst talking to Sara. I turn to him a smile. He returns my smile.
"Oh my gosh! Scott, what happened to your wrist?" Sara exclaims upon seeing the red mark around Scott's forearm from the stiff restraints the other night. He breaks our contact immediately and puts his hands under the table.
"Urr... Nothing. It's no big deal." He mumbles.
"Sara, he's fine, honestly." I say, hoping that will be the end of the conversation.
"What are you trying to hide, Summers?" Marcus' cruel voice calls from behind Sara.
"Marcus, shut up." I hiss. God, this guy is a dick!
"No. What kind of crazy sex games have you two been playing?" He laughs.
"You're disgusting." I roll my eyes. Marcus stands and walks to be behind us, before leaning forward so his head is between mine and Scott's.
"What's to hide, lover boy?" He whispers to Scott, who immediately stands and begins to walk away.
I sigh. Marcus is such a douche.
"Scott, wait!" He slows as I jog over to him. "I'm sorry. I should've known this was a mistake."
"You think?" He replies in a harsh, sarcastic tone.
"Scott, I'm really sorry." He turns his head away from me. I can hear Marcus' voice as he shows off and boasts behind us.
"I always told you Evelyn James was a kinky bitch!" He laughs. I roll my eyes.
"Come on, Scott. Let's get out of-" I stop when I notice my boyfriend is no longer beside me. I turn just as Scott's fist impacts hard on Marcus' jaw. Marcus falls to the ground.
"Oh my god, Scott!" I shout, running over to him.
"What the hell?!" Marcus moans, squirming on the floor. I take Scott's arm and pull him from the room.
Once we are safely out of the school grounds, I stop.
"Scott! What were you thinking?! Your ribs are still healing! Do you have any idea how stupid that was?!" I pant, more than confused by his actions.
"There's no way I'm ever going back to that school." He states defiantly.
"I'm staying at the institute, like the others. I thought I could handle this but I can't." I hug him now.
"It's okay," I whisper. "I understand."
"Please, do this with me." He begs.
"I can't. You know I can't." I sigh. School will be so much more of a chore without Scott, but I can't just up and leave.
"At least come home with me now?"
Well, I do only have phys ed this afternoon...
"Okay, but you're covering for me." I smile up at him.
And now, six hours later, here I still am, sat on Scott's bed finally feeling the full weight of this weekend. I sigh heavily.
"Come on. Stand up." Scott orders as he enters the room.
"You know, I'm not following your orders when I'm not in the uniform, Cyclops." I say, a smile sneaking onto my lips.
"Yes, you are." He takes my hands and pulls me from the bed. "Up."
I laugh. "Hey! What are you doing?"
"We're going on that date Warren told you to take me on!" He pulls me into his arms and kisses me.
"What?" I laugh again. "I have no plan, no money and nothing to wear!"
"That's where you're wrong. I have a plan. I have money. And I have something for you to wear."
"That's crazy!" It feels so nice to laugh after this weekend.
"Come on, I'll show you." He takes my hand and pulls me out of the room. We run through the winding hall ways hand in hand until we reach the dressing room.
We enter the room and Scott uses the control pad on the wall to open the double doors that conceal our uniforms. He wants me to wear my uniform? I turn to him and raise an eyebrow.
"Trust me." He smiles.
I slowly make my way into the display room. I can see already that my usual uniform is not contained in the glass unit. I pout in confusion as I approach it. It is only when I am a meter or so away that I notice what is displayed inside. My prom dress!
"What? How did you get this?" I laugh, rushing up and opening the case.
"We have our ways." He smiles, leaning lazily against the door frame.
I look up and notice that my usual mask is not in the display case either. Instead, there is a fiery, red corsage on the small, glass shelf. I take it down excitedly and slip it onto my wrist. I hold my hand away and admire it. It consists of numerous tiny orange and red flowers intertwined to create the appearance of flames. It's perfect.
I look to the glass case where Scott's uniform is usually held. Instead, his suit hangs there, with a sharp red tie curled up on the shelf where his visor would usually sit.
I turn back to him and he starts to walk towards me.
"What? How? I mean... What are you-" I stutter, my body shaking with nervous excitement.
"I know prom probably didn't go as well as you had hoped," He wraps his arms around me. "So, I thought we'd have our own."