Eve

Chapter 2

After Verona bid her goodbyes and left him at school, Eve had no other choice but to calm his frazzled nerves.

With timid steps he walked through the parking lot, reaching the massive doors of Orwell High. He could feel eyes on him as he climbed the steps, whispers following his wake.

This is for you Evan, he thought to himself, clutching the brown messenger bag that Verona had lent him and made his way towards his first class. He never did like English but the fact that Evan was in that class always brightened his day.

He took a deep breath and entered the room, taking his seat and secretly hoping everyone ignored him except for Evan.

Speak of the devil, he thought, his eyes immediately darting towards Evan who strolled into the classroom. He could feel heat rise within him, even if Evan didn't notice him yet.

"Alright class, time for a role call," Mr. Talons said once everyone filed into their seats, some eyes still drooping from sleep. "Simon Abernathy."

"Here."

"Richard Carter."

"Here."

"Eve Ken."

"Here!" he said, his voice high, almost bubbly, something he never did.

Heads turned, eyes wide along with a few gasps and whispers.

"Oh mah gawd. You look so pretty!" a girl in front of him said, "Just like a doll!"

Blush rushed towards his cheeks, "Thank you."

"Alright class," Mr. Talon deadpanned. The class quieted and the teacher resumed his roll call.

Eve couldn't help but smile to himself. However, he could feel someone watching. A pair of eyes burning into his back.

He turned, his eyes clashing with Evan's.

It was if time slowed, the steady beating of his heart creating a rhythm of drums that vibrated through his body.

Evan's lips slowly tilted up in a confident smile, sending a wink in Eve's direction.

All Eve could do was return the gesture with a tentative smile of his own before returning his attention to Mr. Talon's ramblings.

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"May I sit here?" a deep voice said.

Eve looked away from his lunch and glanced at the towering male before him.

Dressed in a light blue shirt and brown jeans and a backpack slung over his shoulder, he looked like he belonged in one of those back to school ads, only much sexier.

Eve could only nod, removing his bag from the seat.

"So what school did you come from?" Evan spoke, dipping a fry into a blob of ketchup.

"I've been coming to this school for three years," he muttered under his breath.

Evan coughed, "What? How come I haven't noticed you before?"

"Because," Eve spoke, taking a sip of his drink, "I looked different."

Evan blinked, "Oh," he chuckled, "Well what is it that girls say? 'Lookin good'? Or 'I absolutely love your outfit! '"

Eve laughed, "Close enough."

"Evan, what are you doing here?" a high pitched voice said.

Eve blinked and looked at the female beside his crush. She looked like the stereotypical cheerleader with her blonde hair and blue eyes that stood out against her tanned skin.  The red and white cheerleading uniform hugging her lithe body, exposing the curve of her butt and the swell of her abundant chest.

Jennifer Preston, Eve thought.

Evan smiled, "Just thought I'd talk to the new girl for an Orwell High welcome, but turns out she's been coming here for years."

Jennifer looked at him, her eyes scrutinizing his outfit as her mouth loudly chewed her pink bubble gum. She looked back at Evan, her fingers trailing over his shoulder, "Come back to the table. We're missing you."

Evan nodded and stood up, making a smug grin appear on Jennifer's lips, however it faltered when Evan turned to Eve, "Why don't you join us?"

Jennifer's eyes narrowed, daring for Eve to agree. He wanted to back down just to avoid the drama but with a single glance at Evan, who gave him an encouraging smile, made him think otherwise.

Eve smiled and nodded, placing his bag over his shoulder and grabbing his tray between his hands, ignoring the daggers that Jennifer was throwing his way.

Evan grinned, guiding him towards the table where several others had filled the table. Jocks crowding together, cheerleaders pressing up against their boyfriends.

The word debauchery flashed through his mind. However they greeted Eve with smiles, making room for him to take a seat.

"OMG Evan!" one cheerleader said, clapping her hands, "Who is this? She's so adorable! Like a doll!"

Evan laughed, "This is Eve. Eve, meet Annabel."

Annabel grinned, extending a perfectly manicured hand, "Nice to meet you Evie."

Eve smiled and slipped his hand into hers, "Same here, Annabel."

"Oh cutie, just call me Ann. Short and sweet," she quipped, her green eyes twinkling.

"But definitely sexy," someone said, wrapping his large arms around her, a mop of brown hair covering his face.

Annie giggled, "Terence! Stop! Not here!"

Eve chuckled softly. They seemed like nice people unlike what the rest of the school had painted them.

"Hey," Evan said.

Eve turned to him, "Yeah?"

"Look, there's a party on Saturday, if you want to come," he said, a boyish grin on his lips, "It'll be fun."

Eve felt his heart flip inside his chest. It was only one day, and so far Verona's plan was working.

"I will think about it," Eve spoke softly.

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"Oh my god Eve!" Verona squealed, jumping in her seat.

Eve's cheeks flushed, "Verona," he whined, "Can't you fangirl somewhere else? Not in front of the school."

Verona giggled and drove him towards his house, "I'm so going to help you for that party."

Eve huffed began to change his clothes, removing his female disguise and turning into his old self.

"You ready?" Verona said.

"Yeah," he murmured softly.

"Hm, looks like someone is moving next door," Verona mused.

Eve blinked and looked curiously out the window. Next to his two story house was a one story home with an abundance of trees. A yellow truck was parked in front, several men moving the furniture in the once empty home. He closed the door of Verona's car, bidding her goodbye before he looked at the activity.

"So you're a nosy neighbor," a deep voice said.

Eve blinked, his eyes falling on a rather handsome male.

A black shirt hugged his muscular torso, his biceps emphasized by having his arms crossed over his chest, which happened to be where Eve reached him. Green eyes stared down at him, black hair combed back to show off his sharp jaw and enviable cheekbones.

Eve couldn't help but blush, "Sorry. It's just that you don't see someone moving in everyday."

The male snorted, "Yeah whatever kid. See you around," he muttered walking past him.

"See you around," Eve whispered.