Hello Darling: Book 1 (Completed)

The Element(1)

Brooklyn's POV

I raise my hands to manipulate the water in the bowl. I swirl it around in the bowl and then throw it in the air to make it into a mist. The class clapped at the impressive feat.

"Well done, Miss Brooklyn. Your powers are progressing exceptionally. Within time, you could be a wonderful waterbender." I gave my instructor a fake smile and thanked her. Thankfully the bell rang and the class was able to leave.

"Now, everyone, please remember, we are working on freezing next so make sure you study and experiment. Have a good day!" I grab my bag and sling it over my shoulder. I checked my phone and saw it was 11:00 am—lunchtime. Ooh, I might have time to check out the fire class's martial arts. I quickly walk down the halls to get to the training grounds. I am actually hoping for one person to be there.

I made it to the training grounds and saw there were a bunch of girls gathered like sheep, watching the guys, and girls, work on their martial arts. More specifically, Changquan and Shaolin Kung Fu. This type of martial arts generally emphasizes long-range techniques, quick advances, and retreats, wide stances, kicking and leaping techniques, whirling circular blocks, quickness, agility, and aggressive attacks. This is reflected on how they use Shaolin long-range attacks to expel fire from their limbs and destroy their opponents.

It's very interesting and I find it very sexy when I see them practicing. Especially him.

Rhys McIntosh. He is the son of the current Emperor. So, he's royalty. He doesn't even need to be at the school but according to outside rumors, his father wanted him to be surrounded by kids his age and have some fun as a teenager before becoming an Emperor. Not that I think this is true or whatever, but the prince has a special birthmark on his right shoulder that if someone has one that matches, they are his soulmate. That's how the current emperor found his wife. I think it's a load of poppycock. But it does make for some interesting stories.

And I am like all girls. I think he is devastatingly handsome. He is at least 6'4'', muscular, fluffy black hair that looks better after a shower or sweaty, blazing hazel eyes, and a smile that makes everything drop. Including panties. He is also incredibly kind and outgoing. He is the first person to lend a hand or protect someone and he will always do it with a smile on his face. But, it's not like he'll ever notice me or something. I just admire him from afar and can only dream that he would look my way once.

I found a seat on the bleachers to watch them practice. Of course, it is extremely hot in the area but it's not like anyone is minding the heat. I had some water next to me and I took out a book to read while I occasionally glanced up at the practice. And it's a good thing I did because Rhys moved aggressively towards his opponent, punching and kicking. He wasn't shirtless but with the amount of sweat on him, he might as well be.

"Oh my god, Rhys McIntosh is so fucking hot. I just need him to look at me once and that's it."

"Girl, I need him to be mine. I would love to be the next Empress of the world."

"Please, if anyone is going to be Empress, it's me. We just have some much in common." I couldn't help but scoff and roll my eyes at these females, gushing over him. But I can't say I'm not the same. I have written so many stories about him and me. Some wholesome and some not wholesome. But I would never say it out loud. It is something that lives in my heart and my head alone.

About 25 minutes later, I heard the whistle blow.

"All right, everyone. Well done today! We will pick this back up tomorrow. Enjoy the rest of your day!" The coach yells out. The girls started going crazy as the fire types made their way off the field. I packed up my book, headed down the bleachers, and prayed that I didn't get caught in the feral female rush. Once I got to the bottom, I made my way out of the training area. Man, that was so hot to watch. Maybe a little too hot. I think I need to head to my form room and...write some smut.