Falling For The Playboy

  EVA My heart beat wildly in my chest, thumping around with so much force I thought it was going to beat right out and land at their pretty feet.  Feet that were clad in unnecessarily big fluffy slippers. Two purple, two black. I knew this, because my eyes were currently glued to them. There must be something so captivating about them, I wasn't quite sure what, but I was positive I would find that out within the next five minutes of my one-sided stare down. There was a possibility that the bodies might be just as interesting, even more so, but my eyes hadn't seemed to find the courage to make the rest of the journey.  All through the car ride, I'd been itching to know what they looked like. Dying to. Now, here I was, standing in front of them, with nothing stopping me but my stupid self. I had to be pushing a new level of stupidity with my delay. 

 EVA Ivacy High was, well, high, and nothing like what I'd expected.  Nothing turned out to be what I expected these days. I might as well stop assuming.  I'd expected plain colours, large, impersonal buildings, snobby students —I was yet to meet them, and classy teachers. I mean, it was a private school, also one of the most expensive and if Abi and Zoe's characters were things to go by, I'd say they went to a school that reflected them. I could hardly be blamed for coming to that conclusion. Really.  Lord knew the beautifully colored, albeit overly large buildings with inspirational and motivational quotes from different prodigies, hanging on the walls on various sides, took me completely by surprise.  " The school assembly starts in exactly ten minutes from now, " Abi glanced at the watch on her left wrist, "And I like to be there at leas

EVA."Is it just me or has Eva been sneaking glances at Axel? "My eyes flew to the curly-haired girl's on hearing my name. "What? "She rolled her eyes, "Okay, fine. That might be downplaying it a little. You were definitely staring at him. "Did I mention she had a slight accent? A British one to be precise."No, I wasn't. " I argued. Abi, who had barely said a word ever since, merely looked between us, then continued eating.How a girl like Laura had become friends with Abi was still, and would probably always be a mystery to me. The two were nothing alike, the only thing they had in common being that they both breathed in oxygen, oh, and drank water, and did basically everything the average human did —but even that was debatable.The exotically pretty, light-skinned girl fixed me with a 'really?' look, the enviable mass of jet black curls framing her oval face, dancing softly as she tilt

EVAMy face stung and I blinked quickly, desperately trying to stem the tears that had filled my eyes, threatening to make an appearance. I will not cry. I will not cry. I will not cry.I told myself I would not show these people that I was weak by crying in front of them, but as I saw the satisfactory looks on their faces, the smiles and hollers, and the pity on some, it felt like I was fighting a loosing battle. What had I even done to them? When I looked at the one who called herself my sister, the one who had hated me from the very first day I stepped into her life, as she put it, I saw something stand out amidst the anger burning in her eyes. I could barely see past the tears blurring my vision, but the hatred she had for me shone clearly and that, I realized, was probably the only thing I'd guessed right about her from the beginning.That she hated me with a vengeance."All I asked of you was to stay away from m

EVATherefore I Am by Billie Eillish flowed softly from the Bluetooth speakers, giving the room a somewhat chill and badass vibe as Laura took care of my makeup. When I'd first rejected her offer to apply my makeup, insisting that I didn't need one, she had given me a look of disappointment saying, "Your gown deserves better than the treatment you're giving it, Eva. ". I'd rolled my eyes, telling her that I hadn't wanted to wear the gown in the first place but then I'd stared at the gown, then at my face in the mirror, and I had silently gone and sat on the chair by my dresser, watching as she readied her tools with a satisfied nod. I mean, no one said I wasn't pretty, but my untouched face was way too undeserving of the gown. That, I knew.The gown —my gown, was a masterpiece. It would be considered simple to most, underrated even, but it was more to me, much much more. I hadn't worn a gown like that before. In fact, I couldn't remember th