Eve & Eves

Chapter 1

A girl falls in love with her teacher who falls in love with her and they start dating....

Who else is sick of that ol' plot? I AM! So that's why I say this now...this is a totally different student x teacher book. Like seriously different, I can guarantee that. I beg you, give this a chance no matter how cliche the beginning might sound!!!

If you trust me on this, good. I give you now...Chapter 1 of Eve & Eves!

Enjoy! :)

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"Ugh, why can't you do well on your SAT? You went from a 1430 to 1460! You're still a 1400! I want you to get a 1500! Or a 1600! Or better! Aiyoo, how are you going to go to UC? You are..."

"I know Ma, "I assured my stressed mother with a hint of annoyance, "I'm going to do really well on the subject test though."

"What is this subject test?"

Let's face it, I'm never going to do well on my SAT. No matter how much studying, or how many boring-as-hell SAT classes I attend, or how many times I take it, I'm going to live just fine with my 1460. I have taken two so far, and no way in hell am I taking a 3rd. Why couldn't my parents understand that? Oh right, they're Indian.

There are a couple of reasons why I'm indifferent about the SAT scores and I just introduced one of them. I signed up for a SAT Subject Test. These tests show off how proficient you are in a particular subject, and I want to show off to whatever college I'm apply for next year how beast I am in U.S. History.

At first, I wasn't sure whether I wanted this because the last time I learned American History was in seventh grade; long time ago. However, I changed my mind because 1) I doubt I can pass a World History test and 2) I'm taking a mandatory U.S. History class right now.

My US History class is awesome. I got a really good friend and a cool teacher all wrapped up with an American flag ribbon on it. My good friend is the beautiful Laila. She is part German part Afghan but sometimes acts like a blonde. She moved in my class after spending one semster in APUSH (Advanced Placement US History) which explains her smart side.

The cool teacher is the one and only Eves. He was so cool that if you told anybody that you have him, they would say "Mr. Eves?! The hot history teacher?! You're lucky!" and you didn't even had to find out yourself. He was the 31 year old football coach that had a huge all-girls "fan club" from all grades. I remembered when I first saw the words "US History: Eves Period 1" my first thought was "Yes! This was going to be easy getting an A!" and never "Yes! I have the perfect distraction!” I told myself that I was never ever going to be like every other girl. Besides, one time I spoke to Eves about something and he was drinking coffee. Problem: I hate coffee.

The day after I announced to my parents that I am taking the US History Subject Test, Eves asks us if anybody was going to take it. No one raised their hand along with me, which made me feel awkward. Not seeing my hand, Eves muttered loudly, "You bozos" which made the class giggle. Suddenly, it was like my body was thinking of a natural way to capture his attention and my nose had the perfect idea of getting itself tickled so that I could sneeze. Eves looked at my direction and walked over to me. "Oh crap, where's my mirror?" I heard Laila whisper. I rolled my eyes secretly and quickly before Eves stood next to me. He was wearing a navy blue Wildcat zip up sweatshirt and light blue flare jeans. School pride, huh?

"When are you taking the test, Eve?"

"June 4th"

"Ok. Stay here for a little bit after class so that I can give you some stuff."

"Cool, tha-"

"Hey, Eveees . Can you come heree?" I looked behind my teacher to find Maddie twirling her orange curly hair with eyes filled with stars. Flirting with a older man I see? When Eves left to visit Maddie, I turned around to exhale in front of Laila.

"Mr. Eves is so hot. I wanna get inside his pants."

"Shh, don't say it out loud!" I looked behind my shoulder just to see if Eves heard the oh so ridiculous comment," And that's really digusting."

"But he is! Don't you think so?"

"Honestly, no."

"Right now all you see is Mr. Eves. One day, you will see him as Tony Eves. Just like me."

"Right. Laila, you shouldn't fall for someone who's way too old for you....that's also your teacher. The right man is waiting outside that door. No, really, he is."

Laila stuffed everything in her Juicy Couture tote bag and ran to kiss her boyfriend Hasib. I smiled at the sight, then packed my stuff up slowly. When everybody was out, I walked up to Eves.

"Shoot, my computer's being weird. Sorry but can I give it you next time?" Eves looked up at me from his teacher chair.

"Sure, Mr. Eves. You know, my test is only on June. I got this whole month to study."

"Yeah, you're right. You got plenty of time."

I do have plenty of time! Why don't you try telling that to my mom?

"What do you mean?"

I just realized that I said that out loud. Wow, Eve. Way to blurt out your personal life to your teacher. Well I started now, might as well finish it up.

"Um, well. It's a long story but my mom thinks one month is equivalent to one minute. She always tell me that I'll run out of time a month before the test."

Usually I hear Eves laugh with the football players of our class or whenever he tells one of his lame jokes. But never would I think he would laugh at my comments. The thought of that made me grin. Wow, I felt cool.

"Well, I think that's good though. That your mom cares."

"Well yeah...but it's too much."

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep

I was official late to my second period which was Digital Photography. I didn't spazz out or anything because I am, after all, Santos's favorite photographer.

"Get out of here, you bozo," Eves shoved a green pass in front of my face. I slowly took the pass from him.

"Um, thanks." I turned around and muttered quietly, "Bozo."

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I have a sore throat and I just came back from a boring party. I couldn't talk as much and I couldn't taste the food so I sat alone working on my drafts for more Eve & Eves chapters. What was the purpose of me being there? I still have no clue.

I'm having real fun writing this story hehehehe but at the same time I hate how I have to make up fake names for people. Besides I pretty much suck with name giving. For example, Eve is an Indian girl. You all must be thinking Eve was a white chick until I said that her parents are Indian. Well I have to use the name Eve because the name of the girl had to be very similiar to the teacher's last name. The last name was also difficult because Mr. Eves is Italian. I looked up a bunch of common Italian surnames but I didn't like any of them (because they all sounded so cliche like Giovanni and Ferrari) nor could I make out any girl names out of them. I saw the name Ives and immediately thought of the name Eve. Thus the names Eve & (it had to match) Eves. Ok so I just blurted out some behind the scenes info there :p

It's 11 pm Cali time so that's why I'm acting like this...I'm going to bed now.

Ok, so you know the drill: comment vote and fan! I need to know whether you guys want to know what happens next in Chapter 2...and plus I need something to do this summer! Good night!