"Miss Clarke, delightful to finally make your acquaintance." the gentleman on the left said, with a dignified smile and a comforting nod. He had a put together ambience about him. His hair was combed to the side- gelled slightly- forming an exceptionally neat parting. Cashmere sat proudly upon his shoulders and descended elegantly down his legs with no sign of a crease. His eyes were small and almond shaped; he sensed my nervousness and eased me with a reassuring glance. Gracefully, his pale skin shone a tad cream from the academy's lights behind me and his mousy hair conflicted the glow perfectly. "I'm the Duke of Evans..."
"She knows that, you simpleton." The taller gentleman on the right chuckled, nonchalantly lighting a cigarette. He exhaled the smoke with obvious relief. Running his hand through his messy hair, he looked me up and down. An intriguing smirk formed on his lips. Don't get me wrong, he was put together, much like Evans; but certainly less uptight. Unquestionably, he had a piercing gaze. My stomach fluttered as his carelessly intimate aura intoxicated me. He turned his head to take another hit, revealing a shockingly sharp jawline, which was instantly contoured by the clashing of the darkness behind him and light which illuminated it. Alexander Cooper, who was supposed to be 17, somehow made himself look 20. His facial hair was remarkably unkempt, yet so handsome.
"Sorry, who are you again?" I questioned Cooper, entertaining his pompousness. Evans smiled at me before giving him a smug look, awaiting a response.
"Shockingly audacious, Miss Clarke" he joked "Anyway, who else here would be the Alexander Cooper" shooting me yet again with a flirtatious smirk, and compelling me with a wink.
"So that just leaves you, Prince Thomas Wood", I greeted him with a courtesy. Staring right ahead, he clasped his hands behind his back and acknowledged me with a nod. His posture was perfect, accentuating his muscular, broad shoulders. Wind blew gently at his flawless, thick, blonde hair as he remained utterly still. The most beautiful fabric lay upon his skin, a crimson qiviut suit with golden shoulder pads, cloaking his wonderfully ruffled shirt which revealed a glimpse of his upper body. He had a very apathetic calibre about him, it was compelling to me. Clearly noticing my trance-like state, he gently coughed to get my attention and pretentiously pointed me in the direction of the door. "Yes, of course Sir" I responded with a slight tone of spitefulness.
Gracefully, I made my way up the quartz stairs and wandered into the hall.
"So...-"I began to say.
"Its getting late, take us to our rooms Miss." Mr. Wood commanded. His voice was deep and seductive, taking me by surprise.
"Evidently, that's what I was about to do" I remarked, as I turned my head back and struck a forced smile.
"Stop being such an ass, Wood" Cooper said, shoving him playfully.
"I'm not being anything, just show me my room, Miss Clarke," He sighed while rolling his eyes "I don't care what you do with these two idiots"
"I was taking you there anyway, My Lord, but if Lord Cooper and Evans want to explore a bit," I said looking at them all "You can accompany me to your room, and I will find the others after"
"That would be adequate, yes" He nonchalantly accepted.
"Follow me" I commanded, swiftly walking towards the suite halls.
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East Bridge Academy
Teen FictionA 17 year old, Hannah Clarke, has lived and studied at the prestigious East Bridge boarding school all her life, ran by her father. But in the 1800s, the school was dominated by young men, what will happen when she has to look after two dukes and a...
