High school seniors

A/N: This is going to be a multiple-chapter fiction about Caskett. It takes place in an alternative universe where Kate and Rick are nineteen-year-old seniors in high school. I will try to stay in character and make the fiction in both Kate and Rick's points of view. I really hope you would like it. Please write reviews to let me know whether you like the chapters, the writing and the whole idea of the fiction - I would really appreciate it :) Thank you in advance

Disclaimer: I don't own Castle nor its characters

Chapter 1

Rick's POV

I was sitting at my desk in the classroom, daydreaming about a certain girl - Katherine Houghton Beckett or in other words, the girl of my dreams. She was sitting in her usual spot - the first desk in the center row - and she was obviously listening to the teacher very carefully. But I, on the other hand, was too caught up with thoughts about her to hear even a single word the teacher in front of me was saying.

I liked Katherine a lot and she was the girl of my dreams. The girl I had a crush on ever since I saw her. And Kate - she was a smart girl who would always be sitting on the front row, listening very carefully every word that the teachers were saying. I liked her because she was different than any other girl at high school. She was unique - smart, sexy and very sophisticated. I just loved the way she looked - she had beautiful and sexy body, straight light brown hair falling freely over her shoulders and amazing deep hazel eyes in which I could get lost. She was an extraordinary girl - a combination of brains, beauty and class that no other girl could possibly have. She was really smart - like a poindexter - a genius with a body sexy as hell. And she was very sophisticated too - she had a slow sexy and confident gait and the most graceful moves I've ever seen. She was also very charming and even a bit modest. Her intelligence, her gorgeous face, combined with her smile full of sweetness were all a part of her charm. Even though she smiled very rarely.

Most of the times Kate was a stern and way too serious girl. I even had detected a certain sorrow in her deep hazel eyes, which she would usually hide behind her charming smile, but still she couldn't fool me that easily. I had always wondered why she was so sorrowful sometimes. But she was a mysterious girl. Every time I saw her sadness I wished I could sooth her, to make her happy again. I knew Katherine Beckett since eight grade so I had plenty of time to get to know her well enough. Seeing someone almost every single day gives you enough time to get to know this person and yet, I didn't know everything about her, not as much as I wanted. Probably because she wasn't very open, social and a friendly person or at least she wasn't very talkative with me. Even though we were from the same class, we were just running in different circles and honestly, she was a bit unfriendly with me. She was a bit antisocial with everyone and didn't have many friends - just a few not-so-close friends and one best friend from our class. Her name was Lanie. But unfortunately, I wasn't in her circle. Kate was very serious and even a bit cold person, always studying her lessons and in my opinion, she was all-work-and-no-play kind of girl. She definitely didn't know how to have fun. She was the kind of girl who would rarely go to any parties, never drank at gatherings, always studied her lessons; the girl who was always so serious and even acted a bit cold around me and around everyone else as well. Even though I knew her for so long she was still a mystery to me.

But that was a good thing. I wanted to know everything about her, every little detail. Even though I knew Kate for so long and I was aware of what she liked and didn't like, I still wanted to know more. More about everything. More about her life. I wanted to know what made her tick. I really wanted to know her story, why she had such a wistful eyes sometimes and what made her so sad. I had spent so many days thinking about her. She was my muse, my inspiration and I had written so many poems about her. I just couldn't get her out of my mind. I had spent so many lonely night sleepless, tossing in bed, thinking about Kate. Thinking about her sexy body, her curves, wondering how she looked naked. And vulnerable. And how she could open to me and talk with me more often. I was imagining what I could tell her and what we could talk about. But it was all in my mind.

Since I liked her so much and I had a secret crush on her, I really wanted to ask her out but I knew very well that she would probably decline. She wasn't very suave person, especially with me. She was a girl of character. Even though I liked her so much I still dated other girls. I wasn't going to sit and wait for her to notice me. Because that may not happen. Maybe never. It seemed impossible. At least for now.

We were seniors so she was going to leave very soon. I couldn't stop thinking about the fact that very soon I was going to lose her. And the fact that she may never notice me and I would never be able to confess my feelings for her. That fact have always made me feel sick. I have finally decided that it was time to do something about it. So I made up my mind and decided to ask her out on a date. It couldn't hurt to try.

The bell startled me out of my thoughts. Finally the class was over and I was going to do something about my situation with Kate. I had finally made up my mind and so I prepared myself to ask Kate out on a date. The worst thing that could happen was for her to decline. I really wanted to ask her out - that I knew for sure - but I just didn't know how. How was I supposed to act and what exactly was I supposed to say? How would I convince her? I didn't know that. But I just knew that I had to give it a try. Better to ask her out and handle her refusal like a real man than constantly ask myself what could have happened. So I made my way through the crowd of students and found her standing there, searching through her locker.

Okay, it's easy - just say hi and ask her out on a date. So what if she refuses - no big deal! Just man up and do it, I encouraged myself. Just say hey Kate, would you like to go out with me - I rehearsed it in my head several times and finally mustered some courage to do it. I knew my way with girls so if she declined - like I supposed she would do - I knew a perfect way to convince her. If my charm, my sex appeal and my smile didn't do the trick I was going to be a little more persuasive. I'll just try to convince her by being more persistent. Tease her a little bit and then convince her to go out with me. With that plan in my mind I went near her, smiling at her.

So what do you think? Was it worth reading the first chapter and should I continue it? I am thinking of making the next chapter from Kate's point of view. And what do you think about it?