AN: Hi this is a sequel to my other fanfic from a long time ago called 'Cruel Intentions'. That one started out as a Jott so I decided to continue the next chapter as a new story, a sort of sequel spin off on its own. It's also been so long since i updated my fics so I figure It's apropos to make this its own story. It's about time dazzler got her own fic w scott anyway.


D-Day


Scott didn't know what wear for his first date and red-carpet event with a famous and wilid girl like Ali, he did not have a lot of formal wear, not being the kind of guy who dressed up a lot or nor had reason to.

Deciding on a vertically striped red and white button up over a deep red long-sleeved shirt, dark gray straight jeans, and black Converse, he stepped out into the foyer to meet his date for the evening.

Ali was known as Dazzler, the disco light queen mutant rockstar, and as liking to make an entrance, being used to the limelight everywhere she went whether as an X-Man with light powers or as a famous musician.

She came rushing down the grand bay staircase in a tight black halter mini dress, high-heeled platform black velvet combat booties, her wild hair a blaze of electricity true to her powers and code name. She had simply run her mousse covered fingers and palms through her damp hair right after a shower, mussing it up as much as possible and stepped out after changing, achieving an effortless rockstar style, complete with smoky eyes, her electric blue eyes lined with smudges of black kohl in a cat eye shape, causing them to glow out from the smoky eye make-up intensely.

She threw a mini black leather jacket over her shoulders and hugged Scott, tumbling into him with air kisses next to his cheeks.

He stumbled aback, completely shaken to his core and awkwardly attempted to hug her back, only to get a faceful of her mousse messed hair as she whipped her head around to pose for a photo Pixie and North Star were snapping on their digital camera.

She was leaning onto Scott for support while swiveled around with her hand thrown up in a rockstar sign and her tongue sticking out like she was in KISS.

Scott looked visibly frightened in the resulting photo as Dazzler skipped over to look and make sure she approved of it as her friends cooed over the photo and of her outfit and hair and makeup.

They looked over at Scott and giggled in hushed whispers, "Oh my God what is he wearing... I should have dressed him. Even to have just sent a suit or tux rental... Oh my god... This is kind of embarrassing. He looks so cute though, it's kind of cute. Oh I think he can hear us, he looks kind of embarrassed. Aw he's adorable."

A limo waited outside the entrance of the mansion for them and they stepped into it together, Scott holding the door open for it as she slid into her seat with the finesse of an A-list star accustomed to the high life.

Scott on the other hand, looked around for his seatbelt as soon as he got In, "Er, do you buckle up or what?"

Ali simply stared at him and burst out laughing before pouring him and herself a glass of champagne from the iced-up bucket offered inside the plush and expansive limo's interior.