Chapter one
Eve
My name is Evelyn Vanderport, but if you know me enough to even matter, my name is Eve. I go to -more like went to- a preppy little private school and am a sophmore there. Everything was good up until i was in eighth grade. I wore pink, hung with the preps -who I now think of as plastic dolls with no purpose in life except to spread rumors and make my life suck-, and even spread rumors about others right along with them.
Everything changed that summer though, when my mom was killed. I stopped wearing pink. I stopped talking to or about anyone and kept to myself. My dad took me to counseling, but it never helped. Then when the time came to enroll in high school, dad thought it would be helpful to place me in barbie's playhouse, or the super prestigious private school, in which i used to attend. Me being the only girl their who woreall black and was not blonde -i died my hair raven black-, tan, or a Lady Gaga fan, pretty much screamed that I had no one. Some may say that i am a freak. But i say that i just got over myself. I had an epiphany of sorts and realizied that my bubbly aura from before just wasnt gonna cut it in the real world.
Right after sophmore year, my dad got in a car accident and died. Over the summer, the social workers tried to find some family member that would take me, and only came up with one. He was a great uncle that lived somewhere up in Canada. So I thought : ok, well he can come down to Maine and live in my house. But nooo...i have to go live with him because of his job. That wasn't even the worst part though! His "job" was headmaster of an all boys boarding school in the middle of no where.
"Don't worry." he'd said to me over the phone, "this school will give you a fine education all the way through your college years."
Good education or not, this was going to suck.
Shane
Ugh...school. That was allI could think of when I awoke to the sound of my stupid alarm clock. My name is Shane Adams. I attended the Greendale Acadamy for boys. I had black shaggy hair that fell right at my bright green eyes. Oh, andI hated school.
I got up, took a quick shower and got dressed. My wardrobe consisted usually of blacks and bright colors. Today I wore my black skinny jeans, my neon blue converse and a matching blue t-shirt. On the way out the door of my dorm room, I grabbed my black Volcom hoodie off of the couch and a peice of toast that my roomies must of made earlier.
As i walked down the hallway to my first hour class, pre calc, i heard rumors flying of a girl coming to our school. Wait. Woah woah woah...a girl?
When i entered Mrs.Hoffman's (the pre calc teacher's) room, i saw that one of my three roomies was in my class.
"Hey Alex" I said as i sat down next to him.
"Shane My man! Good to see theres someone in here worth talking to." he said with a cocky grin. Alex Maxwell was a self absorbed person. He had sandy blonde hair in a buzz cut and dark brown eyes. He wa about 6'1, and had a football players build. He was also used to getting vrything he wanted. Including girls. So I figured he would know something about the rumors i had just heard.
"Hey, have you heard anything about a girl coming to our school?"
"Absolutley!" he said, looking excited. " She's coming up from Maine. Supposedly the headmaster is the only family she has left. Some great uncle or somthing. I hope she's hot." he said wih too much confednce forr his own good. Hmm...a girl coming to ou school...i wonder what that will like?
