Covet
Royce King leaned languidly back, watching the young and beautiful Rosalie Hale laugh with her friends at dinner that very same day. For a fifteen year old, she certainly looked old for her age, curls of long golden hair, tousled as is the fashion in Potts Academy. Large violet-blue eyes, thickly fringed with dark lashes, long enough to not really need mascara. A pretty pink mouth, naturally formed into a little bow. Her skin was a combination of pink rose petals and cream, as Rosalie Hale did not layer her skin with garish bronzer like most fifteen year old teenagers. Her minimal make up made her complexion naturally clear and bright, soft to the touch. She wore clothes that were innocent but enticing: snug jeans, fur boots and a long sleeved grey cotton shirt that had the first three buttons undone to give a tease of pliable smooth breasts.
Royce was becoming uncomfortably hot and aroused as he watched her covertly from his table of seventh year friends, imagining her and those pretty eyes all to himself.
After dinner, he caught up with the girls as they left, tapping a hand on her shoulder.
Rosalie span on the spot and blushed prettily when she saw him, a popular 7th year student, captain of the rugby team and complete heartthrob. For a fifth year girl to be approached by one such as him was the equivalent of being approached by one of the British Royal Family. He smirked and proffered a hand to her, "Rosalie, right?"
Her friends tittered and she blushed even deeper. He actually knew her name! "Yes, but everyone calls me Rose," she said, her poise mimicking that of Audrey Hepburn, but her eyes glittered with a childish excitement.
Royce smiled, slow and triumphant, "beautiful name for a beautiful girl."
More titters. More blushing. "Thank you, R-Royce."
His smile changed to that of pretend delight, "you know my name?"
The friends were starting to disperse, casting gleeful and jealous looks to the pair outside the dining hall. Rosalie chewed on her lip, glancing down at her shoes, "how can I not? You won us the Calcutta Cup."
He laughed raucously, "that I did!" He took her chin and made her look up into his equally blue eyes, "take a walk with me and I'll tell you about it. And maybe, I could find out more about you. Pretty girl like you bound to have a story to tell, hmm?"
Rosalie couldn't believe her luck. Here was Royce King, a celebrity in this school, asking her for a walk! In a school where male and female fraternisation was so closely scrutinised, this was practically a date. And she had one of the most sought after men asking her for one.
She nodded vigorously, and they began to stroll together towards the Beaches, a series of grassy banks along the playing fields of the school.
Royce smiled in secret triumph. He only had to be patient now.