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Chapter 3
"So, Emma, exactly where are we going?" I asked timidly, staring out the window. I wasn't going to say that this was my first time alone in a car with a girl, but…
I glanced over at Emma, who had her eyes directed squarely at the road, and I turned away immediately, not finding it within me to keep my eyes on her any longer.
Who was I kidding? I had absolutely no idea what I was doing. The truth was that I had never had a girlfriend or anything like that before, and this was uncharted territory for me.
"Trust me, Scott. You're going to be glad you came." Emma replied, giving me a reassuring look, although the corners of her mouth tugged up into a slight smirk that made me gulp involuntarily.
Okay, was it just me, or was Emma trying to hint that we were going to do…something? I definitely didn't see coming when I went to school this morning. But was I really going to complain about being in this situation? Sure, I'd always hoped that it would be Jean next to me…but Emma was just as good. Maybe even better.
I felt the car slow to a stop, and I glanced out the window to find that we were pulled over on the side of the road, surrounded on both sides by towering trees, with absolutely no other cars in sight. Effectively, we were completely isolated.
"Well?" Emma said expectantly, interrupting my frantic thoughts.
"What?" I asked.
"Aren't you going to get out of the car?" Emma asked, opening up her own door and stepping out of the car.
Like an obedient puppy, I quickly followed her lead, and trailed after her as she began walking into the forest.
After we had walked a good distance away from the car, we suddenly came upon a clearing in the woods, and Emma turned around suddenly, her heels clacking together as she did so.
"Scott, I have something to tell you." She said, with a serious tone in her voice.
My heart involuntarily began pounding relentlessly, as I tried to formulate an answer, but to no avail. I could do nothing but to stare at Emma, slack-jawed.
"I know your secret."
I cocked my eyebrows in confusion, "M-my secret?"
"I know that you're a mutant." Emma continued, reaching out a hand to touch my sunglasses, but I quickly recoiled at her action.
"Don't do that!" I yelled, placing my hands firmly on my sunglasses, intent on keeping them on my face.
Emma froze, before she regained her composure and ran a hand through her blond locks, "Scott, you were probably wondering why I was so interested in you all day, weren't you?"
"A little bit." I replied, eyeing Emma suspiciously. Something was not right with what she was saying. Secrets, mutants…none of this made sense.
"It's because I'm just like you, a mutant." Emma said, and for a moment, I saw a hint of weakness in her eyes, but the moment passed as quickly as it came, "Maybe my mutation manifested differently, but neither of us are normal."
"I have no idea what you're talking about!" I cried out, staring to realize that, somehow, Emma knew about my powers. I had absolutely no idea how she knew, but she did. It wasn't like I went around telling everyone about them, and then again, I really doubted that people would listen to me if I did. But still, somehow, she knew.
"Scott, please. I promise you that I'll show you mine, if you show me yours." Emma said almost desperately, and I nearly tripped over my own feet, cheeks burning a deep crimson at her words.
"What did you say?" I stammered, not believing what I had just heard.
"I meant your mutation. Calm down, Scott." Emma said, rolling her eyes as she did so. "Boys," she snorted under her breath.
"Oh, yeah, I totally knew you meant that." I forced myself to laugh, although I knew I wasn't fooling anyone.
"So?" Emma asked.
"Look, I have no idea who told you that I have a mutation, or something, but that's not true! I'm just an average guy!" I said defensively, hoping that Emma would drop the subject.
Scott, will you stop panicking, and just listen to me for a second?
I flinched in surprise as I heard Emma's voice speaking to me, despite the fact that her lips were shut. It was weird, almost like her voice was coming directly from my head, or something.
That's because I am in your head, Scott.
"How are you doing this?" I asked, now realizing that the voice was indeed not coming from Emma, and yet, I was hearing her voice in my head, and it definitely wasn't any hallucination of mine.
I'm a telepath. I can read your thoughts, and project my own into your mind. This is my mutation.
"Oh my God, you weren't kidding."
Obviously not.
"So, you know about my powers?"
Emma smiled and placed a perfectly manicured hand on my shoulder, "I've known about them ever since I first laid my eyes on you, Scott. That's how I knew that you were different. Special."
"Wait, if you've been reading my thoughts this entire time, then…" I trailed off, my eyes widening in horror at the realization that Emma had seen every single thought that passed through my mind since I met her, which included all of my thoughts about her.
"Yes, you do have some interesting thoughts." Emma answered the question before I could even put it into words, "And don't worry, I find your thoughts about me extremely flattering."
My cheeks burned red once more, and I suddenly decided to find the sky extremely interesting. God, I could die from the embarrassment.
"How about this?" Emma suggested, "I'll make you a trade. I'll stop reading your thoughts, if you show me your mutation."
"And how do I know that you'll keep your word?" I asked, realizing that I had absolutely no way of knowing when Emma was reading my mind.
"You don't. You'll just have to trust me." Emma replied with a devilish smirk, letting me know that she had absolutely no intention of following through with her end of the bargain.
I sighed.
It didn't really look like I had much of a choice now anyways, except to show her my powers.
"All right, I'll do it." I relented, placing a hand on my sunglasses and facing away from Emma.
"I had a feeling you would." Emma said, partly to herself, partly to me, as I closed my eyes and tossed my lenses to the ground, before opening my eyes and releasing a stream of red energy that nearly knocked me off of my feet with the intensity of the blast. I vaguely saw the blast rocket into a few trees, knocking them aside with ease.
"Okay, that's enough." Emma whispered in my ear as she slipped my sunglasses back into their regular place, her voice causing a shiver to run down my spine, as I meekly adjusted my glasses.
"So?" I asked, trying to break up the silence that had fallen between us.
"That was…impressive." Emma replied, gesturing to the fallen trees that had been left in the wake of my eyes and their beams.
At that, I couldn't help but to feel a small sense of pride at my abilities. From Emma's reaction, it was clear that, even with her ability to read my mind, she hadn't envisioned my powers exactly like that, and the thought made me proud. Someone was actually impressed with me.
It was a nice change from the usual comments thrown my way.
"Watch it, loser!" I heard, just as a shoulder smashed into my chest, sending me flying into my locker, and my backpack spilling its contents all over the ground.
Yep, just another day in the life of Scott Summers.
However, almost immediately after I had just gotten run over by our school's star running back, I heard the distinctive clicking of Emma's heels against the linoleum floors of Bayville High. I guess that this was one thing that was different about my life now, for better or for worse. Although I tended to lean towards the "for better" school of thinking.
For the last week since our...discussion in the woods, Emma and I had spent a lot of time together, both in and out of school. Yeah, I know, crazy, right? Scott Summers, the lowest of the low at Bayville High, hanging out with Emma Frost, someone who wasn't even close to being in the same league as me. But it worked. I had her back, and she had mine.
Turns out that her little speech on the first day of school had made her a lot of enemies among the girls in Bayville, territory that I normally would not have interfered with if it weren't on Emma's behalf. And I did it because I knew that Emma would help stand up for me, like she was doing right now.
"Maybe you should be doing the same, you imbecile." Emma snapped at the football player, as she put down her books to place her hands on her hips, unleashing a look that could have frozen hell with its intensity.
"What are you saying? Are you saying that I'm dumb or something?" The teen sneered at Emma, his eyes narrowing in anger, although it elicited nowhere the same reaction that Emma's eyes did.
"I don't know. Perhaps you should spend your time reading a dictionary, instead of throwing defenseless students around into their lockers. Who knows? It might get you to use that skull of yours for something useful for once." Emma replied coolly, with each word a weapon that cut through the football player like he was made of tissue paper. And it was clear that he wasn't taking kindly to the verbal assault.
"Y-you…" The boy stammered, clearly not able to think of a rebuttal, before he glared daggers at me and walked off, amid some silent cheers and looks of admiration from other students watching the exchange.
I rubbed my stinging shoulder gingerly, "Jeez, Emma, I really appreciate that and all, but should you really be pissing people off on your second week here? I mean, I don't have much of a reputation to save, but you do."
"People are going to hate me, no matter what I do, and I'm okay with that." Emma said coolly, crossing her arms over her chest nonchalantly.
"Don't say that. People don't hate you." I replied immediately, although I had heard several rumors to the contrary.
"Three. Two. One." Emma began counting down, just as I felt a presence approaching us.
Turning to look at a certain football player that still owed me a new shirt, I nearly shrank back into my locker. Emma, however, did not seem fazed at all by the new arrival.
"I think you owe my friend an apology for what just happened." He growled menacingly, pointing at the victim of Emma's latest diatribe, who looked more confident now that he had backup.
She crossed her arms across her chest, "Oh? Well, apologizing to you would mean that I was wrong about your friend's intelligence. And rarely am I ever wrong, as I'm sure you've realized by now."
"Well, this time, I think that you were." The football player said slowly, the unspoken threat made clear by his tone.
Unimpressed, Emma shook her head, "No, I wasn't."
"Yes, you were." He said angrily, grabbing Emma by the throat with a lightning quick grip.
"Emma!" I screamed, immediately jumping up to my feet, ready to fight. Sure, I had been pushed around before, but things had never gone this far in the past, and I definitely didn't want them to go any further.
"Back down, Summers, before you get hurt. She has it coming to her." He sneered at me, turning his attention back to Emma, who looked at me with surprise in her eyes.
"You think that you can just come here, and insult everyone at this school? I don't care who you're the daughter of. I'm not going to stand for this." He spat, only tightening his grip on her throat. Emma mouthed the word "help," just as the football player pushed her up against a locker.
That was the breaking point.
"Put her down!" I screamed, ripping off my sunglasses, not caring anymore about hiding my powers. The entire world could know, for all that I cared. I wasn't about to let the only person who actually gave a shit about me at this school to be choked out like this. I wouldn't let him lay another finger on Emma after this.
The bright red blast struck the teen directly in the back, causing him to release his grip on Emma and to send him flying into the wall with a satisfying crack.
For a second, all I could hear was stunned silence, before pandemonium erupted.
As students began screaming and running away from me, the realization of what I had just done finally dawned on me.
Quickly jamming my sunglasses back into their place, I tore off in the direction of the parking lot, my books and Emma forgotten.
Did I really just do that? Did I really just blast someone with my eyes? I could hardly believe it. And the worst part was that…it actually felt pretty good. God, it felt so good to just release my anger, my frustration, everything, and give that guy what was coming to him.
Unable to contain it any longer, I screamed at the top of my lungs, my victorious cry echoing through the halls as I ran out of the school building, only to find myself face to face with a man standing alone in the parking lot.
He was dressed in a black dress shirt, paired with matching dark jacket and slacks, an outfit that I really didn't see too often in Bayville. The man was a bit shorter than me, although not by much, and he had a relaxed smirk on his face that seemed extremely unsettling to me.
"Scott!" Emma cried out as she ran out of the school, stopping in her tracks as she saw the man as well.
"Hello there, Scott and Emma." The man said slowly, taking his hands out of his pockets, "My name is Sebastian Shaw, and I would like a moment of your time."
Yes, I'm going to have the Hellfire Club involved here, which makes sense given the context of First Class. I never really meant for this to be a high school centered story, except to introduce Scott to Emma.
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