The Price of Gold | Fortune's Fool #1

27 | king of forteaux

• [ k i n g o f f o r t e a u x ] •

♥ louisa ♥

A PLEASED SMILE was situated on my face as I walked passed the English rooms towards my locker in the Art block. I'd purposely chosen that spot a couple years ago so that I could observe the new paintings that had been put on display in the corridors.

It gave me a sense of relief to drown in the palm trees that had been painted in oil or peer into the eyes of the modestly dressed woman from the 1700's and wonder what she was thinking. I'd been awarded woman of the match today after Forteaux had competed in a netball match against Gordonstoun, mercilessly defeating them.

Goal defense was my favourite position. Guarding and protecting the netted hoop so that the opposition didn't have a chance at pushing the ball through the ring.

The school was pretty much empty considering the match had spanned into the early evening. The only exception was the bundle of students that I'd just walked past. One girl elbowed the other before whispering, "Oh my god, it's Louisa Darling."

The way in which they erupted into chatter on top of their choice to voluntarily stay at school to attend an after school club suggested they were Year 7's.

Her friend's jaw dropped as she adoringly gaped at me. "She's so beautiful. I want to be like that when I'm older." A moment later, the water bottle that was in her hand dropped to the floor, rolling in my direction as she continued watching me, completely stunned.

Biting back a smile, I walked towards it as she did and picked up the metal container that was shaped like a puppy. It was painted brown and beige with silicon attatchments for the ears.

They were all quite shorter than me and I had to bend down slightly to reach the little girl's height. Her big eyes blinked as I heard her hold her breath in awe. I couldn't help but chuckle. "Here you go, sweetie."

She shakily accepted it before thanking me and shyly walking back to her friends.

Shaking my head, I stood up again and continued walking to my locker. I had just remembered that a couple days ago I had been told to finish the business task we started in class as homework. The piece of work was still sitting in my locker, utterly untouched and needing completion by tomorrow.

God, I hated business class.

I heard footsteps walking in my direction and looked up to see a petite girl with straw coloured hair.

Allegra Skelton.

She slowly lifted her eyes towards me before swiftly averting them downwards and scampering away as fast as she could, terrified. Of course, she would still be around. Allegra was the 15 year old girl who had been giving Mr Holland company on these cold Autumn evenings, keeping him warm in many provocative ways.

I felt revolted just thinking about it.

The smile on my face deepened as I thought about the day when I would expose Mr Holland's true colours to the words. That would obviously come after plenty of anonymous blackmail. He still needed to push my grade up and if he didn't do that soon, he was going to regret it.

But till then, I had my own problems to sort out. And it started with this damn piece of homework that was probably rotting in the back corner of my locker.

Black and gold material stretched against my skin as I walked up the stairs towards my locker; the netball kit dress fitted my body snugly, accentuating my curves and ending at my mid-thigh with tight shorts underneath.

Heat and adrenaline that I'd felt from the match was slowly wearing off and I was beginning to feel colder. I should have brought my jumper.

The icy sensation got a lot worse when a lifeless yet strong hand wrapped itself around my wrist and yanked me into an empty classroom.