The Act of Winning You Over

Chapter One

Kingston's POV

"Do you like the new house baby?" my mother asked with a beaming smile.

"Yeah mum, it's great." I said. My mother and I just moved back to the states from London. We only lived there for two years for her job. Everyone around the world knew about my parents. Well, they knew about my dad as a big shoot director before he died when I was five of a heart condition. My mother was a famous fashion designer. She had several fashion lines. Her main ones were named after my sister and I. Ava for girls clothes, and Kingston for males clothes.

"Oh lighten up Kingston Jaymes! You're going to love it here! I promise." She said with loads of enthusiasm in her tone. I rolled my eyes at her.

"Where is my room?" I asked.

"Oh, uhh, you'll have to find it. The designers posted notes on the doors indicating which room is whose." She was already starting to unpack things and put them into the cupboards. This house was big, bigger than our house in London. The rooms were far apart to, and after a few minutes of searching I finally found the note on the door to my new room.

Kingston-

We hope you enjoy your room. Happy living, and welcome to the United States.

-Holden Designs.

I ripped the note off my door and crumpled it up. As quickly as I could, I unpacked all my things and arranged my room how I wanted it. The room was nice and big with navy blue paint on the walls that matched my bed spread. A couple hours passed before I heard a knock on my door. It was my mom,

"Could you clean up a bit, we are having people over." I groaned.

"Mum, it's our first night. You couldn't wait to have people over?"

"They're our neighbors and I am friends with the mother. She had her child around the same time I had you. Beautiful young girl she is now. We work together." I nodded my head before shutting the door.

I quickly showered and threw on khaki shorts and a bro tank before walking downstairs. My mother looked at me with her eyebrows raised.

"You couldn't have dressed a little…nicer?" she asked.

"We're having people over for dinner, not meeting the president." She sighed at my response.

"Fine, I don't have time to argue with you. They'll be here any minute now." Just as she said that the doorbell rang.

"Get that please." I walked to the door and opened it up to a family of three, the one that striked my attention most was their daughter. Her bright hair flowed in the wind and her honey colored eyes looked bright but bored. She looked up and stared into my eyes. I gulped but then she looked away. She's beautiful.

"Oh you must be Kingston!" The mother said snapping me out of my trance. I reached my hand out to her.

"Yes, I am."

"I'm Layla and this is Adam," she said gesturing to her husband. I shook his hand giving him a firm handshake and he smiled slightly at me and I returned the gesture. Then Layla pulled her daughter forward. "And this is our daughter, Scarlett." Scarlett smiled slightly at me.

"Come in guys," my mother said coming up behind me. She gave Layla and quick hug. "Nice to see you again."

"You to Aspen." Layla said with a smiled and my mother looked over at me.

"King, why don't you go show Scarlett your room?" she said. I looked at Scarlett who shrugged and shoved her hands into her back pocket.

"C'mon," I said quietly and Scarlett followed me up the stairs.

*************************SCARLETT'S POINT OF VIEW*************************

"So your name is Kingston right?" I asked and he nodded. Kingston was overly good looking. His hair was cut nicely and he styled in perfectly. When he talked you almost couldn't help but look at his nice pink lips. And his eyes…they were bluer then the sky. "Scarlett." I said putting my hand out. He shook it and I felt the electricity run through my veins but I chose to ignore it.

"So I heard this town is like filled with famous people and things like that," he said. "What do you do?"

"It is, but I don't do anything…publicly. I can sing, and play instruments, and dance. I just don't let the whole world know that I'm talented." He nodded. "What do you do?"

"Model," he said. Go figure. "I am the main guy for my mum's male line, since it's named after me and all." I nodded. I put my hand in the pocket of my skirt and took out my IPhone checking the messages quickly.

"Well hey, let me give you my number and I'll show you around town sometime." He gave me his phone as I did to him and we exchange numbers.

"Excellent," he smiled. He even has perfect teeth. I smiled back.

"Kids dinner," his mom yelled up his stairs. He rolled his eyes slightly and rubbed the back of his neck. My eyes went to his arms and stared at his flexed muscles. When he wasn't looking I wiped my mouth checking for drool. "Well we better go."

I shook my thought away and smiled. "Yeah." I walked down his stairs mentally face-palming myself in the forehead for acting like such a girl.

You see, I don't really do the whole boyfriend thing. Tried it once and I don't know if I want to go back. I got plenty of guy that asked me on dates but I never accept. I have better things to do then worry about a boyfriend.