• 09 •

 EVA

arthur

That was Axel's handle on Instagram. Just the single name. His page had been suggested to me, as were a bunch of other Ivacy High students, but his, and a few others, were the ones that actually piqued my interest. I made several screenshots of the pages in order not to forget to check them out later.

He took exceptionally nice pictures and his photographer, if he had one, —although I highly doubted that he did— wouldn't swap his/her occupation for the world. Not with the amount of smiles he threw at the camera every chance he got, it seemed.

He had a lot of female fans. I knew that because I was stalking the hell out of his page. Clicking on every photo, reading every comment and clicking on the female profiles to see if he followed them. It was pathetic. Really. But I couldn't be helped.

He had quite a large number of following —all thanks to his good looking self. As I scrolled even lower, to posts about five mo