A.N.: Not really for those who like Jean, but 4 Scott lovers. A whole different side of Scott.
Scott threw his black, leather jacket into the trunk of his red convertible and shut the lid-door. He got out a comb and separated his hair into even bangs and yanked on his brown, leather shoes. Scott then pulled his blue sweater over his wife-beater and stubbed out his cigarette.
He sprayed cologne all over himself and wiped the lipstick smudges off his face. He readjusted his shades and prepared a large and goofy smile on his face. He casually leaned against his car and waited.
Jean came out the entrance of Bayville High and waved at Scott, who, as usual, was waiting for her at his car. She smiled to herself. Her Scott was so sweet, he only thought of her. She stopped and backtracked a bit, wait, her Scott? Since when did Scott become hers? Then she smiled again, she would always control him and he'd basically be hers. She was waiting for the right time to tell him how she felt and she was sure that he'd feel the same way.
Scott ran his hands through his hair and set his dazzling smile on her. A few girls passed him and giggled. Another girl winked at him and a third girl passed him and smiled and said, "Hey, Scott." Scott allowed them a cool nod.
He checked to see if Jean had seen. She hadn't. Scott blew a breath of relief. Jean came up to him, "Hey" she said. Scott smiled and opened the door for her. He hopped into the driver's seat and started the car. Jean said, "Scott, why are you always out here so early before anyone else? Have you been ditching class?" She said jokingly, she knew Scott would never have a reason to ditch class.
Scott froze and ran a nervous hand through his hair. "Uh, no Jean, heh, course not." Jean just laughed and was about to throw her bag to the back seat when something there, caught her eye. She bent over her seat to the back and picked up a wrapper. "Um, Scott, what is this? Have you-." She widened her eyes. Scott looked at what Jean was holding and swerved dangerously, off the road. He slammed the brakes and started to say, "Oh my gosh! Jean where did you find that? It's not mine! I swear!" Scott cursed at himself for not being careful enough. Jean dropped it as if it were poisonous. The wrapper read, "TROJAN".
"Jean, I'm sorry, but it's not mine. It must have been some joke! You know, my car has an open hood and all, and I don't usually bother to close it. I bet it was that Duncan jerk." He growled. Jean secretly loved it when Scott bad-mouthed Duncan since it showed that he was jealous, but she always retorted, "Scott! Duncan would never! Don't blame Duncan you don't have any proof that it's his." Scott stared at mock disgust at the back seat and told her, "I hate to think what someone would have done in MY backseat! I'd better scrub it hard today." Jean laughed and showed that all was forgiven and forgotten.
Scott drove home with a smile of victory.
Scott practiced and led his team in the danger room and they went through various routines before it was over. As he went to the shower rooms, all hot and sweaty, he noticed Tabitha staring at him. He smirked at her.
"Whoa." She thought, "Did he just smirk at me? Wow, look at that hot piece of ass! That suit is so tight." But she knew in her head that Scott would never fall for her or someone like her, "He's as straight as a stick but as gay when it comes to girls. He'll only go for Jean."
The majority of the girl's on the team were staring at the same thing and thinking the same as Tabby. Tabbitha was in her room, flopped on her stomach, reading on her bed when Scott came in uninvited from the shower rooms across the halls.
She secretly thought that she was lucky that she got to have the boys' and girl's shower rooms across from her room.
She always got to see the guys walking out with barely anything on except for robes. She thought that Scott was the hottest but he always tried to cover himself up when Jean was around. Everyone knew how angry Jean got when Scott allowed himself to show off his body to other girls.
Tabby was shocked, the fearless leader, the golden boy, was sauntering into her room with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He smirked at her dirtily and she shivered under his intense gaze from behind his shades. She felt exposed and excited when he stared at her like that. His bronze chest gleamed from the shower and his toned abs were so hot. The vibes coming from him were unbearable.
"Hey Tabby", he called to her. She tried to remain calm, "Whaddya want Scooter?" Scott leaned against the door frame. "Some of you in a shower."
Tabitha froze and she looked at him. She'd usually feel all mad and pissed off when a guy said something dirty to her or unsettling about her just because of the way she looked or the rumors that surrounded her, or the way that she dressed. But something about Scott's voice made her feel excited. She couldn't believe what he had just said to her. Was he high?
Even when he gave her the dirtiest smirk, she couldn't help but feel happy that he had decided to hit on her, and she felt important under his gaze, unlike the other guys that decided that she was trash and talked to her like trash.
He walked over to her and sat down on the bed. Tabby felt scared, she couldn't believe how hot he was. He lowered his face next to hers and she could feel his breath on her cheek. She turned to face him and froze.
He was looking at her and after what seemed like a year, he simply asked her, "What are you reading?" Tabitha nearly bowled over. He hadn't said it dangerously or flirtatiously, but kind of like a, "What are you reading?" as in a friendly Scott-like gesture. "What?" She asked. He answered, "I said, 'what are you reading?'"
"Uh, I'm reading 'Moby Dick', I mean 'Teen Vogue'!" she cried. Scott chuckled and looked at the magazine. He ruffled her hair with his hand and said, "You're cute." He got up and walked out the room. Tabby stared at his ass walking out the door.
She took in a deep breath and remained frozen on her bed, thinking of what had just happened.
Scott walked into his room. He threw on a shirt and lay himself down on his bed.
When he was younger, he was street trash, with nothing but good, skinny looks. He wasn't a prostitute or anything, but people usually gave him money because he was so clean-looking compared to the streets that he lived on. He was raised in a good and wealthy home, raised by a pilot father and a beautiful mother. He had a cute little brother, but that was all gone when their plane went down on a vacation.
He quickly found that he was a mutant, and had nothing to live up to. The streets changed him and he became a slight sleaze and smoked on cigarettes to keep himself warm at nights. Then Charles Xavier found him and raised him when he was 15 years old. He was still a bad boy since street habits are hard to break, but soon, he developed a whole other personality. He'd always been nice and he used that side of him to build the golden side of him.
When Jean Grey came to the mansion, he was still a bad boy with snide comments but good-natured looks and unbelievably sharp and handsome features on his face. He had a sparkling charisma with looks to match. He was a rebel and he intrigued little, Miss Jean Grey. When she first met him he was cute and slim, but 1 year later, and he's a hot hunk. At first he dismissed her as another one of those debutants. He'd experienced tons of them, but he couldn't get rid of her. Then he discovered that she would be a project.
She was a virgin and she was beautiful. He could tell that he would have to work a bit to get her. She started to go out with Duncan Matthews, who hated Scott since Scott got all the girls and attention. Even though Duncan had the name in school newspapers, Scott was a bit more intriguing and popular with the school's student body.
Nobody told Jean about Duncan's reputation since she was new to the school. Jean knew that Scott hated Duncan and so when went out with him, it was just to bug him.
Scott couldn't care less, but the couple started to annoy Scott and Jean kept bugging him. Scott decided that he would have Jean Grey to get back at Duncan. He started to work hard to get her and knew he'd have to work hard. No matter what Jean's urges towards him were, he'd have to ignore them until it was the right time.
Jean knew that Scott had been a rebel but she thought that he'd changed completely. She was wrong. As part of the project, he began a new personality and reputation as a good boy who was different from the other guys, more mature and more of a man, an understanding boyfriend that had the body and the smarts and the personality of a fantasy guy. And in a sense, he was. First of all, he was hotter than all the other guys, and he was smarter, and he knew how to respect a woman.
No one really knew Scott's bad side; they could never imagine him as a bad boy. His Norman Rockwell kind of Boy Scout reputation was all that they knew about, but it was all just an act. Sure he could be nice, but he wasn't so stiff and he really didn't have a stick up his ass.
He still smoked and he loved girls. After Scott had developed his preppy and good boy attitude, he found that girls flipped for that kind of Abercrombie & Fitch look, they also fell for the real side of him, the Calvin Klein model kind of guy with the slightly longer hair than and Abercrombie model, skinny yet muscular body, and that mysterious and depressed look.
Scott acted as the guy that secretly loved Jean and acted as her best friend and the second fall back guy that didn't care. But oh, he did care, he was practically seething, Scott Summers will never be a second- just in case kind of guy! He was the kind that girls left their fiancé's for.
That actually did happen to him once. Some Swedish beauty left her young fiancé at the alter to meet Scott in England, but Scott decided that it wouldn't work out and sent the reluctant girl back to her other lover and eloped with a rich mutant beauty with exotic purple hair. But then he had to go back to America and she had to visit her sick tycoon father in London.
Scott sighed and sank his head into his pillow; he was one heck of a busy guy.
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