Young Roarke walked along the quadrangle in the campus heading to class. Ignoring the stares from males who wished to be like him while the females stared to admired him.
Roarke was the golden boy in the school, being from a wealthy family, brilliant, attractive and mysterious who don't roll with everybody. He only talks when necessary and to whomever he deemed fit, such character made people admired him more.
He felt a gentle tap on his shoulder and looked back "hey, you dropped this" he looked at the outstretched hand that was holding his pen, engraved with their family's initial.
"Thanks. It must have fell while I was adjusting my bag pack" he took it and looked at the owner of the hand. A beautiful face with a long straight blonde hair, parted at the centre stared back at him. She had on a white dress which !ade her look angelic, her bright pink lips shined. With a little smile on her lips, she nodded and walked off.
His heart thumped.