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Eve: Chapter 1
Yep, the next part of Eve came last night. I'm still not happy with bits, but ah well.
It’s not easy to talk about what happened, even though it’s been four years since it started. For one, many of the things that occurred in the beginning didn’t seem very important at the time, so they weren’t captured in my memory as clearly as what happened towards the end.
For another thing, you would think that after four years the wounds would at least begin to heal. But they’re still as sticky as the day they were given.
Back up. I’m getting ahead of myself here. Let’s start with the day I noticed her.
I’d always known she was there, but that day….
You know that person you see every day at the office, the one whose name you can hardly remember, let alone anything about their personal life? Then they cut their hair, or wear a new outfit, and suddenly they pop out at you and you just have to talk to them to find out more about the gorgeous person you’ve been ignoring for years? That was Eve that day. I just wish the reason she had popped out were a better one.
Of course I guess you can’t help but notice a person who bursts into your advanced English class half an hour in, tripping all over themselves and crying. However, while as most people snickered, especially when Eve fell to her knees and dropped all her books, I stood up from the back row and went to help her. Don’t ask why, I’ve gone over it all this time and can’t come up with a good reason. I wasn’t thinking of trying to hook up with her like most of the guys I knew, and I wasn’t trying to be Prince Charming. I guess I was just being a nice guy.
The first thing I noticed was her hair. You really couldn’t ignore it when it was falling over her face like that, but you also couldn’t ignore her long legs or her breasts in that tight dress. I think it was the colour of her hair. A rich, vibrant auburn, made even more vivid against the blue of her jean jacket.
By the time I got down on the floor by her, she had thrown her hair away from her face, revealing brilliant green eyes surrounded by red, tear stained skin.
“What are you doing?” she whispered, her tone full of venom for some strange reason.
“Helping you get your things. Are you okay? You took a pretty hard fall…”
“I don’t need your help” she spat, grabbing a notebook from my hands and pushing herself up. I sat there for a moment, staring after her as she rushed to her seat, the click of her pink heels accentuating her anger. Anger I couldn’t find a reason for, and which made me strangely drawn to her. I couldn’t accept that she was a bitch who treated everyone like garbage. There had to be a reason between her bitter nature.
“Mr. Marshall?”
I looked up, lowering my head when I saw my professor’s face and heard the laughter of those around me. I stood up then, heading back to my desk. Not that it did much good. I can’t tell you about anything we did that day. All I did was watch her, my entire mind filled with one thought. How was I going to get this oddly intoxicating girl to let me into her world?
It’s not easy to talk about what happened, even though it’s been four years since it started. For one, many of the things that occurred in the beginning didn’t seem very important at the time, so they weren’t captured in my memory as clearly as what happened towards the end.
For another thing, you would think that after four years the wounds would at least begin to heal. But they’re still as sticky as the day they were given.
Back up. I’m getting ahead of myself here. Let’s start with the day I noticed her.
I’d always known she was there, but that day….
You know that person you see every day at the office, the one whose name you can hardly remember, let alone anything about their personal life? Then they cut their hair, or wear a new outfit, and suddenly they pop out at you and you just have to talk to them to find out more about the gorgeous person you’ve been ignoring for years? That was Eve that day. I just wish the reason she had popped out were a better one.
Of course I guess you can’t help but notice a person who bursts into your advanced English class half an hour in, tripping all over themselves and crying. However, while as most people snickered, especially when Eve fell to her knees and dropped all her books, I stood up from the back row and went to help her. Don’t ask why, I’ve gone over it all this time and can’t come up with a good reason. I wasn’t thinking of trying to hook up with her like most of the guys I knew, and I wasn’t trying to be Prince Charming. I guess I was just being a nice guy.
The first thing I noticed was her hair. You really couldn’t ignore it when it was falling over her face like that, but you also couldn’t ignore her long legs or her breasts in that tight dress. I think it was the colour of her hair. A rich, vibrant auburn, made even more vivid against the blue of her jean jacket.
By the time I got down on the floor by her, she had thrown her hair away from her face, revealing brilliant green eyes surrounded by red, tear stained skin.
“What are you doing?” she whispered, her tone full of venom for some strange reason.
“Helping you get your things. Are you okay? You took a pretty hard fall…”
“I don’t need your help” she spat, grabbing a notebook from my hands and pushing herself up. I sat there for a moment, staring after her as she rushed to her seat, the click of her pink heels accentuating her anger. Anger I couldn’t find a reason for, and which made me strangely drawn to her. I couldn’t accept that she was a bitch who treated everyone like garbage. There had to be a reason between her bitter nature.
“Mr. Marshall?”
I looked up, lowering my head when I saw my professor’s face and heard the laughter of those around me. I stood up then, heading back to my desk. Not that it did much good. I can’t tell you about anything we did that day. All I did was watch her, my entire mind filled with one thought. How was I going to get this oddly intoxicating girl to let me into her world?