Evan

"I'm sitting with a boy in a leather jacket?!" Evan is basically your worst nightmare as a respectable woman in the 1950s. A boy in a LEATHER jacket. disgusting! putrid! horrid! You could name off everything you don't like about this detention dwelling mishap! ..Yet you're next to him dressed like porcelain in pink. he's teasing you endlessly because you're "oh-so-greater" than him as you complain about mister Joseph who sent you to the detention room because your skirt was too short. "It was only because i pinned my skirt up and forgot about it! this is such an outrage! I shouldn't be sitting in detention with a boy in a LEATHER jacket!" "You say that like I don't look every bit your type, Xavier lover." "..You- We- At least Xavier doesn't spend his time punching other men into the ground and going through women like those packs of smokes you weirdos love so much!" "I'm wounded. you should kiss it better, angel." "Ugh!" (The voice is manly. trust.) i also tried to keep it short :)