Prom and Prejudice
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It was bad enough to see friendship and love in terms of politics. But seeing it in terms of business was even worse. I looked out from the back room and saw Wick patiently waiting for me. Then he looked up. Saw me. And we hung there for a moment.
I knew I was overreacting to what he'd said because I wanted him to like me. I was taking it personally.
The question was: How personal did it really get? Was I frightened by his desire for connections, or by my own lack of them? I stayed there in the doorway until he got the hint and left. It's very easy to get a boy to leave a room. It's much harder to get him to leave your thoughts.
17.
THE FOLLOWING WEEKS BECAME A CYCLE OF SCHOOL, homework, practice, and work. The pranks and vitriol lessened as students started studying for midterms and the prom committee called meetings practically every evening. The piano had become the only bright spot in my day. I felt like I was accomplishing something, anything by making my way, slowly yet surely, through Rachmaninoff.
Jane and I stayed in most nights. She became more and more depressed as the list of girls with prom dates grew and grew. Adding insult to injury, she was having a very expensive dress made for her. Her mother seemed to think that everything would eventually work out, and didn't want her to be unprepared.
Neither one of us even bothered to attend the "mandatory" prom orientation meeting where the rundown of activities was discussed, media release forms were handed out, and preinter-views were scheduled. (Charlotte decided to brave the meeting, only to be told the wrong room. Then, when she finally arrived, they claimed they didn't have any more forms for her.)
I had even begun looking forward to work more, as it was my only real social interaction during the week. Wick didn't come in nearly as much anymore. Being around each other was suddenly awkward. For the first time since I'd met him, I felt censored. I couldn't be open around him and tell him what I wanted to say: Why her? Why not me? But we both already knew the answer to those questions.
While Wick stayed away, another presence emerged. Much to my dismay, Darcy began making regular appearances during my shift. I tried to avoid any conversation with him besides inquiries into his beverage selection.
"I think that guy has a thing for you," Tara said one day, motioning to Darcy.
"Hardly," I replied. "He despises me. Although probably not as much as I detest him."
Tara smirked. "My, we certainly have strong feelings for someone, don't we? Are you sure you detest him, or is it something else?"
"Please."
"Well, he only sits down with his coffee when you're here. When you aren't, he leaves."
"Believe me, he's only doing it to punish me."
The punishment continued for another couple weeks. Finally, nearly a month after Charles's party, he caught up with me on my way home. He was with a guy in his late twenties.
Darcy and his friend joined me on the sidewalk. "Hi, Lizzie," Darcy said, as if we'd just happened to encounter each other. "We're heading over in your direction -- do you mind if we walk with you?"
"I'm Will Fitzpatrick," the guy said to me. "It's my ten-year reunion at Pemberley. I'm just visiting my little cousin before heading to our party."
"Hi," I replied. He had a friendly disposition, very opposite to Darcy.
"Fitz, this is Elizabeth Bennet," Darcy said, making the proper introduction.
"Please call me Fitz -- all my friends do. With two Wills in the family, it just made it easier for everybody to refer to us by our last names."
I smiled politely, although I wasn't really interested in why everybody called Darcy by that name, and not Will.
"I've heard a lot about you," Fitz said warmly.
"That's unfortunate," I replied. "I can assure you that I'm not nearly as awful as your cousin has made me out to be."
Fitz laughed. "Awful? Quite the opposite. He only has nice things to say."
"I'm afraid it is only Lizzie who has unkind words to say about me," Darcy added.
Fitz stopped in his tracks. "What exactly has my idiot cousin done to deserve that?" His smile was curious and friendly.
"I'm glad you asked; I've been wondering the same thing," Darcy replied drily.
"Well, how much time do you have before your party?" I responded.
"Oh, Darcy!" Fitz grabbed Darcy by the collar. "You have such a way with the ladies. Miss Bennet, on behalf of my family, my sincerest apologies for whatever offenses Sir Grumpsalot over here has bestowed upon you."
He reached out his hand and did a slight bow. I accepted his hand with a laugh and nodded in acceptance of his kind gesture.
"Maybe I should skip the reunion and instead try to make amends. Come to think of it, there are a few former teachers that I wish to avoid." He winked at me.
Several girls from my dorm walked past with big, puffy garment bags.
"Oh, wow, I forgot that 'tis the season for prom insanity." Fitz shook his head. "Are you suffering from pre-prom pandemonium?"
"Absolutely not," I assured him.
"Good for you. Even some of Darcy's friends seem to have lost their minds. You had to talk one friend out of going with some real character, didn't you?"
Darcy's expression changed immediately.
I felt my blood begin to boil. I had assumed it was Caroline who was keeping Charles away from Jane. But it was Darcy. Of course it was Darcy.
I knew I was overreacting to what he'd said because I wanted him to like me. I was taking it personally.
The question was: How personal did it really get? Was I frightened by his desire for connections, or by my own lack of them? I stayed there in the doorway until he got the hint and left. It's very easy to get a boy to leave a room. It's much harder to get him to leave your thoughts.
17.
THE FOLLOWING WEEKS BECAME A CYCLE OF SCHOOL, homework, practice, and work. The pranks and vitriol lessened as students started studying for midterms and the prom committee called meetings practically every evening. The piano had become the only bright spot in my day. I felt like I was accomplishing something, anything by making my way, slowly yet surely, through Rachmaninoff.
Jane and I stayed in most nights. She became more and more depressed as the list of girls with prom dates grew and grew. Adding insult to injury, she was having a very expensive dress made for her. Her mother seemed to think that everything would eventually work out, and didn't want her to be unprepared.
Neither one of us even bothered to attend the "mandatory" prom orientation meeting where the rundown of activities was discussed, media release forms were handed out, and preinter-views were scheduled. (Charlotte decided to brave the meeting, only to be told the wrong room. Then, when she finally arrived, they claimed they didn't have any more forms for her.)
I had even begun looking forward to work more, as it was my only real social interaction during the week. Wick didn't come in nearly as much anymore. Being around each other was suddenly awkward. For the first time since I'd met him, I felt censored. I couldn't be open around him and tell him what I wanted to say: Why her? Why not me? But we both already knew the answer to those questions.
While Wick stayed away, another presence emerged. Much to my dismay, Darcy began making regular appearances during my shift. I tried to avoid any conversation with him besides inquiries into his beverage selection.
"I think that guy has a thing for you," Tara said one day, motioning to Darcy.
"Hardly," I replied. "He despises me. Although probably not as much as I detest him."
Tara smirked. "My, we certainly have strong feelings for someone, don't we? Are you sure you detest him, or is it something else?"
"Please."
"Well, he only sits down with his coffee when you're here. When you aren't, he leaves."
"Believe me, he's only doing it to punish me."
The punishment continued for another couple weeks. Finally, nearly a month after Charles's party, he caught up with me on my way home. He was with a guy in his late twenties.
Darcy and his friend joined me on the sidewalk. "Hi, Lizzie," Darcy said, as if we'd just happened to encounter each other. "We're heading over in your direction -- do you mind if we walk with you?"
"I'm Will Fitzpatrick," the guy said to me. "It's my ten-year reunion at Pemberley. I'm just visiting my little cousin before heading to our party."
"Hi," I replied. He had a friendly disposition, very opposite to Darcy.
"Fitz, this is Elizabeth Bennet," Darcy said, making the proper introduction.
"Please call me Fitz -- all my friends do. With two Wills in the family, it just made it easier for everybody to refer to us by our last names."
I smiled politely, although I wasn't really interested in why everybody called Darcy by that name, and not Will.
"I've heard a lot about you," Fitz said warmly.
"That's unfortunate," I replied. "I can assure you that I'm not nearly as awful as your cousin has made me out to be."
Fitz laughed. "Awful? Quite the opposite. He only has nice things to say."
"I'm afraid it is only Lizzie who has unkind words to say about me," Darcy added.
Fitz stopped in his tracks. "What exactly has my idiot cousin done to deserve that?" His smile was curious and friendly.
"I'm glad you asked; I've been wondering the same thing," Darcy replied drily.
"Well, how much time do you have before your party?" I responded.
"Oh, Darcy!" Fitz grabbed Darcy by the collar. "You have such a way with the ladies. Miss Bennet, on behalf of my family, my sincerest apologies for whatever offenses Sir Grumpsalot over here has bestowed upon you."
He reached out his hand and did a slight bow. I accepted his hand with a laugh and nodded in acceptance of his kind gesture.
"Maybe I should skip the reunion and instead try to make amends. Come to think of it, there are a few former teachers that I wish to avoid." He winked at me.
Several girls from my dorm walked past with big, puffy garment bags.
"Oh, wow, I forgot that 'tis the season for prom insanity." Fitz shook his head. "Are you suffering from pre-prom pandemonium?"
"Absolutely not," I assured him.
"Good for you. Even some of Darcy's friends seem to have lost their minds. You had to talk one friend out of going with some real character, didn't you?"
Darcy's expression changed immediately.
I felt my blood begin to boil. I had assumed it was Caroline who was keeping Charles away from Jane. But it was Darcy. Of course it was Darcy.
