Wilting Rose by R. Allfrey (fun to read .txt) 📕

pleasure to make you acquaintance Mr. Docherty.” she held out her hand clearly trying to hold back a laugh but not quite keeping the grin off her face as I shook it.
“I must insist you call me Liam, Miss. Stanford.”
“Ah yes but then I must insist you call me Rose.”
“Deal!” I grinned at her and was about to flop into the chair James had reserved when the man himself lowered into the seat carrying a tray with perhaps the whole menu pilled onto it. “Hey James, enough food there buddy?”
“Gotta let Rose trial the local cuisine right” he chuckled and started organising the snacks handing them to Rose, “try them all choose what you like, don’t worry me and the guys will finish anything you don’t”
As she did this we chatted around her giving her a chance to nibble with no obligation to join the conversation but a entrance to do so if she wanted. By the time the warning bell rang she’d tried almost everything and found a favourite in Reese’s peanut butter cups, “what’s your next lesson Rose?”
“Oh, urm I’m not sure” she handed me her timetable and Henry and I leaned over it bringing ours out to compare.
“You’re with me for the rest of the afternoon, com’on off to history” I smiled at her and lead her out, followed for some reason by James and Henry all the way to the class though neither of them were in it. Rose didn’t notice and I decided not to mention it instead joining them in a careless chat.

Rose . . . . .

At the end of the day I was fast friends with Liam, he was gorgeous, and funny. He was very tall, I reached somewhere near his collar bones, and built slim with elegant long fingers and high cheek bones, but he was full of power. You could tell in the way he moved, he had a graceful way of moving that seemed effortless and his strength was betrayed by the powerful muscles under his clothes working with each motion. He also had lovely eyes, a hazel colour very dark at the base but lightened by the green and gold flecks and rings, and framed with lashes the same jet black as his hair. He endlessly amused me in the lessons we had making me feel comfortable and helping me in any areas that I hadn’t studied before.
He walked me out carrying my bag because he was rushing me and the first people I saw were James, tall with broad shoulders and dark red hair that matched his emerald eyes and clear complexion into a thing of beauty but he didn’t hold the same raw attraction to me as Liam did with his cheeky charm, and Henry, maybe two inches taller than my 5”6 and broad with dark blonde hair that waved around his head dimming his masculine features into and all American charm blue eyes and all but he held himself back clearly more shy than he’d like to show.
Around them hovered groups of model thin and tall girls with varying levels of beauty flirting with the smattering of boys around them but constantly checking to see if they were being watched by apparently oblivious James and Henry. Then when Liam came out they all waved or shouted hi at him to which he nodded then moved to join the guys pulling me with him once he discovered I wasn’t moving on my own.
I was amazed, the whole day I’d been so nervous that I hadn’t noticed any of the other students, but Liam had put me at ease, so when I stepped into the crowded hall and saw all the beautiful people around me I suddenly felt inadequate, god how am I ever going to get by in this school I’m definitely on the bottom of the food chain here which makes the boys attention even more bizarre since they were clearly the top. Okay just friends then, I glanced at Liam, I’ll just be friends with him, not like he wants more anyway, best not to embarrass myself anyway.
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Publication Date: 07-01-2011

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