G.A.Y.S.

Chapter 3

ALEXA'S POV

The first week of school passes in a flash, and by the end of it Evelyn and I have grown pretty close and she has become friends with basically the whole grade. Everyone likes her, even the guys, which Zoella reveals in French class, that she finds strange. "Does anyone else find it kinda weird that Evelyn fits in perfectly with us and the guys?" She asks.
"Yeah, I agree." Zara nods.
"Of course you do, you agree with everything Zoella says." Laura, one of my best friends says. She rolls her eyes and tucks her puffy brown hair behind her ear. Zara and Zoella glare at her, defensively as she continues. "Evelyn's the only normal person at this school, she doesn't care what gender her friends are. Unlike the rest of us."
"Yeah, plus its not like she fits in perfectly. No one can do anything perfectly." I say.
"Yeah, but it's weird that the guys just accept her, you know?" Zoella says. Her annoyed tone from earlier is replaced with an innocent one.
"She has a point." Arianna nods. None of the guys try nearly as hard to make friends with any of us unless they have a crush on us.
"Guys, can we just not hate on her?" Emilia asks.
"Yeah, she hasn't done anything bad to any of us. Can we just talk about something else?" I ask.
"Fine." Zoella agrees.
"Do you think she has a crush on anyone?!" Zara blurts.
"Well, she can't not have a crush." Zoella says. Zoella is the queen of finding out who people like, if you don't tell her, she'll somehow figure out herself.
"I don't have a crush." Ariana says, awkwardly.
"We know." Zoella says, almost completely ignoring her.
"I bet you she likes Pablo." Zara rolls her eyes.
"No!" Zoella, Laura, and I exclaim. We all like Pablo out of the six people at our table group.
"Girls, you are working, right?" The French teacher looks over at our table.
"Yes, madame!" We call back.
"I mean, uh, what makes you think that?" Laura asks. She doesn't like Pablo as much as Zoella and I, but she thinks she has the biggest chance with him out of all the girls who like him because before Evelyn, she was the girl Pablo talked to the most.
"Well, she and Pablo talk a lot and I'm sure Pablo doesn't secretly hate her like he does all of us." Zara states, plainly.
"He doesn't hate us!" Zoella exclaims.
"Well, he doesn't particularly like us and he thinks we're all drama queens." Zara snaps. Zoella just glares at her.
"Actually, I feel like she might like Nikita. She always plays along with his immaturity." Arianna breaks the angry silence.
"No way!" Emilia perks up, she likes Nikita. "I bet she likes Jacob."
"Nah, they seem more like just friends." I say.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." Emilia sighs.
"Alexa, you're closest to her. Can you ask her?" Zoella asks me.
"Umm... I can try?"
"Good. Try." She nods at me.

JACOB'S POV

"Do you have a favorite soccer team?" I ask Evelyn as we walk to the office. The Spanish teacher sent us to make photocopies.
"I like Napoli." She tells me.
"Oh, well I like Juventus." I smirk.
"No way!" She gives me a look.
"Haha we're rivals."
"Yeah," She rolls her eyes at me.
"What makes you like Napoli?" I ask.
"My dad's part Italian, from Naples. He's a HUGE fan, I guess you could say he rubbed off on me." She laughs.
"Cool."
"Why do you like Juventus?" She asks.
"My dad's also part Italian, from Naples and likes Napoli. I just like Juventus more cuz we're better." I say, knowingly.
"It's because you guys have Pogba." She rolls her eyes.
"Basically." I laugh. She laughs too.
"What's Pablo's favorite team?" She asks after a moment.
"Why are you asking?" I smirk.
"Just curious,"
"Oh god, please don't tell me you like him too!?"
"No, that's not why! He's just a friend!"
We're now in the photocopy room. I place the sheet of paper we need to copy on the scanner and start up the copier. "Okay... Just saying, almost every other girl in the class likes him."
"Okay? I don't like him like that." She gives me a look and we both laugh.
"He likes Real Madrid." I tell her.
"That's cool. That's my second favorite team, actually. They're like the best team in the world, in my opinion."
"Yeah,"

EVELYN'S POV

When lunch rolls around on Monday, the girls and Peter sit in their usual circle. I haven't eaten with the guys since I came to GAIS, I don't know why. I guess it's because it's considered a big deal who you hang out with at lunch at GAIS.
Today, as soon as I sit down, I'm bombarded by the same question as every day: "Who do you like?"
"Oh my god," I roll my eyes. I honestly don't really like anyone at GAIS yet. I mean they guys are cute and nice and all that, but I barely know them. "I have only been here for a week." I laugh.
"Okay, but you'll tell us if you start to like someone, right?" Zoella asks. Goddammit, this girl really doesn't give up until she gets what she wants. The thing that strikes me about Zoella is that I feel like if we weren't in such a small school, we'd be good friends.
Later in the day, in math, Pablo and I chat before class starts.
"You really like soccer, right?" I ask him.
"Yeah, why?"
"Well, I was wondering if you like play on a team?"
"Oh, I don't. I play tennis." He tells me.
"Really? Same!"
"Cool! Where do you play?"
"A club called SCRA, What about you?"
"Well, I've only done private lessons up until now, but me and Nikita are starting lessons at a club. I forgot the name, though." He tells me, shaking his head.
"Oh, cool." I smile at him. Then the door opens, so we flood in along with the rest of the class.

PABLO'S POV
After school, Wednesday, Nikita and I walk into the SCRA country club. The name sounds familiar, but I can't quite put my finger on why.
While we're signing in I hear a familiar energetic voice, now I think I know why this place sounded familiar. We turn the corner to find a dark haired, fair skinned guy covered in freckles. He's holding a tennis racket, but dressed much too fancily to be playing tennis. He's talking to a girl. I can only see her back, but I can tell it's Evelyn.
"Dude, is that Evelyn?" Nikita asks me.
"Looks like it." I say, placing my bag on one of the tables that's already covered in tennis players' backpacks.
"What do we do?" Nikita asks.
"Uhh, I don't know if we should talk to her, she looks busy." I tell him, turning away from her. Yes, she's my friend, but I don't know the other guy. It's no secret that I'm shy, especially around people I don't know. Maybe this explains why all my best friends are loud, and always have something to say.

EVELYN'S POV
"Wait, so you're at a new school now?" Davide asks me.
"Yeah, a German one." I tell him. Davide is also German.
Davide and I have been friends since first grade, he's like my brother, we even act like siblings- fighting and all. Sometimes people even mistake us as twins, even though he's covered in freckles and I'm not. I find it almost strange that I used to have the biggest crush on him. We didn't go to the same middle school before I transferred to GAIS, but we did go to the same elementary school.
"Embracing your culture?" He asks.
"Yeah," We both laugh.
"Have you made friends there?"
"A few,"
"Names?"
"Uh, well, pretty much everyone but mostly Pablo, Alexa, Jacob, and kind of Nikita." I tell him.
"Is there anyone special?" He winks at me.
"Oh my god!" I roll my eyes and shove him. We both laugh.
"No, I'm serious."
"I don't know, not really, not yet." I shake my head. He nods at me. He knows I'm telling the truth, somehow he can do that. I guess we've known each other for so long that we can decode each other. "We should head in." I tell him. We turn to the courts and jog in.
"Evelyn go to court 2, Davide you too, Pablo and Nikita, you guys join them." Head Coach Jason sets us into groups.
"Wait a second..." I look at Davide and then turn around to find Pablo and his wide, chocolate brown eyes glancing at me. His lips curve into a small smile as he shyly runs his hands through his short, dark curly hair. Behind him is Nikita. He smirks at me, dimples forming in his toffee skin. I want to laugh because whenever I look at Nikita I can't help but wonder how his hair manages to naturally curl up around his forehead.
I give them a small wave, and they jog over to meet up with Davide and I. We head over to court 2.
"Wow, hey, I didn't expect you guys to come to this club, too." I laugh. "This is Davide, Davide this is Pablo and Nikita."
Pablo and Davide nod at each other, Nikita waves.
Well, tennis has just gotten 10x more interesting.