Irresistible//h.s.

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*Eve's PoV*

The internet was a massive part of my life, running a popular blog, as well as famous instagram and twitter accounts. I ran an instagram account of text posts, and a twitter full of jokes. When I say famous, I mean like 10k follower on each account. I tried posting each day, although, with school, it was very difficult to find the time to find the perfect text post that hadn't already been posted.

Boys on the other hand, they didn't particularly have interests in me. Although, it was okay because I wasn't very fond of boys in high school. The most of them were arses. I personally waiting until college to find a male specimen that had some interest in dating me. I wasn't that into men without knowledge, I'm not exactly looking for the smartest man, but I'm definitely not going out with someone with didn't have a 3.0+ in high school. High school isn't that difficult, it's just time consuming. I would like to be able to have a conversation with the male that had asked me out. I don't think I'm that picky. At least I try not to be.

Anyways, I wake myself entirely, I've got school in an hour. I yawn, stretching my limbs and making odd noises, picking myself off the bed and sitting ont the edge of it. I get to my feet, walking to the bathroom, that's a few feet from my bed. I strip down and turn on the water to the shower, stepping inside. After washing myself, I step out, reaching for my towel, and drying myself off before tying it around my upper chest. I make my way out of the bathroom, and walk over to my closet, which is by the back of my bed. I pick up a pair of light wash jeans, a white floral tee, and my high top converse.

After dressing myself, it's just about time to head off to school. I head to my bathroom once more, putting a light amount of makeup on and hanging up my towel on the rack beside my shower. I straighten a few pieces of hair that aren't doing what I wish for them to do.

I grab my phone before I head out to my car. My parents are, I guess, richer than most, but I don't like the really expensive stuff they attempt to buy me. I just have an average jeep, I'm not exactly sure what year, but it's a jeep. I grab my keys as I exit the house, heading out the garage door and opening the garage. I pull out, shutting the garage once the car is completely out. I pull out from the house completely, turning my wheels and heading off to school.

"Goooooooooooodmorning" Scott greets me as I step out of my car. Scott and I have been friends since kindergarten, so that's pretty cool.

"You too" I respond, slinging my bag around my back and locking my car. He grabs my hand, guiding me to our first class. When we're in, he's greeted by his girlfriend, Kylie. Kylie is a blonde-haired beauty, she's so sweet and kind, but we can't forget her stunning looks. I ship them so hard together, they're adorable together. I'm just thankful that neither is the clingy type, because she'd be gone in a second. I'm constantly hanging out with Scott, well, not constantly. But we're pretty much inseparable when we're together.

"Hey, Kyles" He smiles, kissing her cheek quickly. We take our seats and class begins.

Once the dreadful class is over, another one is just about to start. Unfortunately, I don't have this class with Scott, or Kylie. I've just got a whole load of arseholes in this class who think they're artists. This class might be the worst, although the subject is the most interesting, but the class is ruined my arseholes like Mariah Bains and Harry Styles, who sit remotely close to me. Harry sits behind me, and Mariah in the seat to the right, since I'm the student on the left edge of seating.

"What are we doing?" Harry asks, and it's obvious he was just flirting with Mariah while the teacher was speaking. I'm not too sure what's going on either, since my phone is blowing up from the textpost that I had posted on instagram in the last class. "Wow, Eve, you're famous," He says leaning over my shoulder looking at my phone.

I shove my phone in my back pocket," Sketching out our plan" I tell him. I purposely 'forget' the last comment he made.

"What's your instagram?" He says, and I turn around, watching him pull out his phone.

"None of your business." I'm not sure if he can tell or not, but I'm not open about it. If any person from my school followed it, I garentee that they're blocked.

"Whatever." He rolls his eyes. Somebody's moody, I complain in my head.

The day went by faster than I expected, and before I know it, the bell is ringing, signalling the end of the day. I'm already starting to pull out and drive off, but I'm stopped at a stop sign. I look to my right, Harry driving his car, in the right lane. He winks at me, and I roll my eyes in response, before we both go our separate ways, speeding off down the street.