Apples & Foxes

Evajacks ~Highschool AU~

A/N: this was suggested by Thewritingcatgirl but I've just looked and she's written an Evajacks fanfic specifically for a high school AU so go check it out and support her!! By the way this is the official 60th part to this book and I'm amazed that we've got over 40K reads! I also might have added a Taylor Swift reference if any of you can spot it (don't come for me but i don't even like Taylor Swift bug my sister dared me to do this so why not).

In every high school there's always 'clicks'. People can't just be friends with other people, they always have to have their own group specificity for their interests.

Evangeline was seen as a princess. She only hung out with popular kids. The type of girl to get the highest grades in everything, always look pristine and thin, always having guys drawling over her. She was even, as cliche as it sounds, dating the school's jock (in other words, dickhead) Apollo. They'd been together for months, on and off. She honestly didn't really like him anymore, and she knew he was cheating on her, and only using her for her for his status. But he was safe. The only option of boys in the school that she was guaranteed smooth sailing through high school, and probably the spot as prom queen this year -not that she even cared for that crown.

Jacks was... not like that. He was more of an outcast, but it was his own choice to he like that. He didn't talk much, did all his work, got fairly good grades. No one paid him that much mind. However, he was close with Apollo when they were kids, so when he found out that his past brother-but-not-by-blood was dating the girl he'd been pining over for over a year, he was honestly furious. Safe to say he had a few un-delt-with anger issues. If he'd stayed close with Apollo, Jacks would probably be as, if not more popular. He was certainly more attractive- and he knew that.

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EVANGELINE'S POV

"You know Apollo has several other girls, no?" I sigh when I hear him. Jacks is leaning against the lockers next to mine, looking down at me.

"I know." I say bluntly, pretending to do something in my locker when really I just want to keep my hands busy.

"Then why be with the prick?" Jacks only talks to me occasionally, but most of the time he's brooding in the corner of the class room, looking like a villain in a movie that half the watchers would end up being in love with.

"Is there any point to you talking to me, or can I go to class?" I ignore his question and answer it with my own as I pull my bag over my shoulder. Just then, the bell for next period rings out through the school.

"Saved by the bell, Pet." I roll my eyes and watch as he walks away, the muscles in his shoulders and back taught and visible through his white t-shirt- I've never been more attracted to shoulder blades in my life. I tug down my tight skirt absently, the fabric hugging my hips as I walk down the corridor.

Finally, the bell rings at the end of the day to finally let me leave. I always get good grades. All my teachers like me. I've never failed a class. I study too hard. I hate every second of it, but with the help of ice coffee and concealer, no one knows I'm struggling. The entire school is rolling fake dice at this point, betting on when I'll snap. Because let's be honest, I'm going to. Every 'good girl' does as some point. Like they say, if you play stupid games, you win stupid prices. The game? My sanity vs my achievements. The prize? Academic praise just to go to college, then university, then get a boring office job someone finds important, and then die. Really, what's the point?

"You look like you're having an aneurysm, Sweatheart." Apollo pulls me into his side, a heavy arm over my shoulders. I pull my best fake smile and look up at him. He leans down and kisses me. It's nothing special, just a kiss. Not like the kiss in fairytales where there's such thing as true love and curses and kisses that can either kill you or save you. I wish I was in a fairytale sometimes. Maybe it would be easier.

I feel someone looking at me. I look over to find Jacks, leaning against his motorcycle, arms crossed. His icy stare makes the soft hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention, a shiver running down my spine. I used to have a crush on him when I was younger, around 15-16. He's a year older, I think. I remember giggling to my friends about him at sleepovers, saying how he'd always be the one I'd sleep with in games of 'kiss, kill, fuck'. I flush slightly at the memory. I'm snapped back to reality when Apollo walks me to his car, an old sports car his dad got him when he turned just 17. It's a nice car, really. But I've always preferred motorbikes. As I get in the front seat, I look at where Jacks was, but he's gone.

A/N: yes I did give Jacks a motorcycle. Yes I have a thing for bikers. Bite me x