The woman, addressed as Lily, gasped.
"There's no reason to say no, James. There's no way I can say no…"
Peter watched still as James slipped the small diamond ring onto his lover's finger, though all conversation seemed to have been blocked out as he watched their affection grow with that one simple question. Peter suddenly jerked his attention back to the group of students under the shade of a tree across the field of green grass.
He caught the eye of a girl, laughing among her companions. Peter's nerves slightly jumped as he saw her smile, looking at him. He gave a small grin in return and watched as her attention returned to her friends. After a moment she stood up, saying a few words Peter guessed were sayings of dismissal.
He glanced at her occassionally as she made up toward the school and he stood up as well.
"And where are you going?" snered a cold voice, talking bitterly to his back. Peter stuttered for a moment, trying to think.
"Um-Uh…I'm…I'm going to go pack now," he paused, waiting for a response. When he received none he began to walk, speedily, toward the school entrance.
"Pete! Petey!" he head the whisper around the corner of the stone building and his head whipped around. There he saw the same girl who had previously been enjoying the company on her friends.
Slowly, warily, Peter started over, taking in her features, his face becoming alight as he moved closer. She had cream colored skin, smooth as silk. Her eyes were a brilliant blue, lighter than the sky color, and her hair was a golden blonde- though curly and bushy. It was the only factor, according to Peter's friends, that kept her from being acceptably pretty. However, to Peter, Adela Anderson was the most beautiful creature of all the world.
"Adell! I wondered when-" she hushed Peter, smiling.
"We don't want to get caught, do we? And be thought that we're off for something more than we intend for?"
"You mean you don't want to get caught…nothing more can happen to me. I mean, they can't take my graduate away can they?"
The girl laughed softly and took Peter's hand. They began to walk around the outskirts of the grounds, talking hand in hand. Exchanging smiles and, when arriving again at the side they started at, a small kiss.
"Pete…what am I going to do next year?"
She looked up at him solemnly, her normally heavenly voice full of dismay. Peter gave an encouraging smile.
"Write me every day,"
"But…you'll stay loyal with me?"
Peter nodded, but saw that Adela didn't seem convinced. Peter thought for a few moments, silence dropping down on them as night did. Finally Peter grasped the soft hands of the woman before him.
"Marry me, Adela."