CHAPTER ONE | WITH LOVE
Arthur.
"Young master Arthur, we're here." Mister Finley, my personal chauffeur, announce, seeing that I am still glued to my seat.
I nod my head, refusing to take my blue eyes off the gigantic castle I've schooled in for the past four years. "I know. I am just taking a moment or two to calm down."
With an audible sigh, I reluctantly get off my seat, waving Mister Finley and watching him drive off.
Once he is out of sight, I breathe in a few times before making my way into the school premises.
For a reason I can't quite fathom, the big door that leads to The Royals high school seems impossible bigger than usual.
My shaky hands push the door open, paving way to the hallway full of a crowd of different caliber of rich kids.
I make my way through the less crowded hallway, nerves playing soccer in my stomach and almost causing me to retch up bile.
I let my confused feet lead me across the hallway, past my locker room to the one specially reserved for athletes, locker room K- K standing for Kings.
I don't stop moving until I see the big black engraving of Luca Redington's name, painted on the face of a bright blue locker.
I've never liked or understood the reason the school insisted everyone should have their lockers customized but at this moment, I'm more than grateful for our principal's extravagant decisions.
Looking around to make sure no one was there to watch me perform the most atrocious things in history, I shakily input the pin to Luca's locker, hearing the satisfied click that resonates with the pin being approved and seeing the door opening.
Quickly, I kiss the small letter in my hand, throwing it into the locker as fast as my sweaty hands would let me. Once the letter is safely in the locker, I dramatically collapse on the locker door, breathing in and out multiple times to calm my erratically beating heart.
A victorious smile appears on my face, causing me to squeal and do a mini dance around the large locker room. "Yes, I fucking did it. And the best part is…I didn't get caught." I praise myself, jumping around and fist bumping the air in joy.
"Didn't get caught doing what?"
One moment, I'm celebrating and the next, the sound of a voice startles me, making me lose my steppings and fall to the ground with a thud.
My dread filled face turns around, gaze clashing with the eyes of my elder sister, Ciara King, and her boyfriend, Luca Redington…the same person I just left an anonymous letter.
I opened my mouth to speak but seeming to have become tongue-tied, I only successfully open and close it up in shock.
While I was formulating my brilliant plan of dropping an anonymous love letter for my elder sister's boyfriend, it completely slipped my mind to check and make sure they wouldn't be having cheer practice and soccer practice the morning I would be putting my plans to action.
I came to school as early as I could to make sure no one caught me in the act, only to be caught by the same people I tried to avoid the most. They must have come even earlier for practice.
Picking up the glasses that fell off my face when I stumbled, I put it back on, running my tongue over my braces in an attempt to calm myself. "Nothing. I just…umm…I just…came to check…up…on you, Sis." I stutter, horridly collecting my scattered books from the floor.
Ciara frowns, folds her hands across her chest and glares at me. "First of all, don't call me 'Sis' and second of all, why were your filthy hands on my man's locker?"
Instead of replying, I try to make my way out of the room but she blocks me, by blocking the only entrance.
"Excuse me, please. I have to get to class." I mumble, unable to look into her eyes in fear of her seeing right through me.
Ciara moves forwards in an intimidating stance, forcing me to move backwards to avoid bumping into her. "You are acting suspicious. I saw you slip something into Luca's locker. What was it? How do you know his pin?"
My hands rushes to my lips at her question, holding them together to make sure they remain shut. Her intimidating aura is enough to make anyone blurt out the truth but I won't let that happen. Ciara would kill me if she ever found out I went through her phone when she unknowingly left it unlocked and went through her and Luca's chats. I came across his locker pin and memorized it.
Realizing that I wouldn't bulge, Ciara huffs then goes to check things out herself.
I try to make a run for it but her best friend, Else, stops me, giggling at my almost teary face.
My heart sticks to my throat when she opens the locker and brings out the letter.
"What the hell is this?" She grumbles, roughly tearing through the cover to get to the real thing.
Luca just stands there watching, his signature scowl on his face.
Ciara snorts when she sees the contents of the letter. "You wrote Luca a love letter. You wrote my boyfriend a love letter."
Barks of laughter resonate through locker room K, bringing my attention to the fact that almost all the cheerleaders and jocks are now in or directly outside the room.
I try to escape again but it's even more fruitless this time since the room is crowded and they are all eager to see my reaction to the letter I wrote which I'm sure Ciara would read out loud.
My dread is confirmed as Ciara begins to read the letter I wrote from the whole of my heart out to her squad.
"Dear Luca,
I am writing this letter because I can't keep the love I have for you to myself any longer. I might lose my mind if I keep this much love to myself.
It's you I love, Luca. It's you my heart wants.
Everytime I see you, I'm reminded that I'm a man that has sexual needs to satisfy. It's your face I see when my hands are on my cock. It's your voice that fuels the burning fire in me that makes me combust whenever a jerk off.
There are a lot of asses in the world, Luca, a lot of big fat gorgeous asses but none has ever caught my attention like your flat manly ass. I find myself staring at those pancakes whenever I see you, hoping I could one day spank it.
It's your smile that cheers me up whenever I'm down. It's your body I picture in my head when I need positive thoughts.
You remind me of food, Luca. Perfect, delicious, consumable, mouthwatering, seducing, but unlike food, your attractiveness never rottens.
You're my favourite and only wet dream, Luca Redington. My only wet dream.
Every year, my Christmas wish is to see your naked body on my bed, wrapped in ribbons that barely covers your glowing skin and muscular body.
I love you Luca Redington. I really love you.
WITH LOVE, ANONYMOUS."