Love to Hate You

Chapter 5

Chapter 5- Catch me if you can!

The week flew by. I am signed into all my courses. I didn't think I would like the school, but it is growing on me. Everyday I look around and find new architectural spots. It's something about the surroundings. Everything feels magical. I think the weather is warmer here compared to Longbourn.

I walk in the garden and look at the maze. How green and tall the bushes stand. People often walk inside and I can hear their laughter, "catch me if you can Ryan. Hahaha! No, don't tickle me. Ryan!" from the outside people sound so happy. Like it gives them their time of to escape and hide away. People at this school are really facade people. Everybody smiles or gives me funny eyes. Like I am the sympathy project of the school. A lot of the students have newfound respect for my father, so they don't acknowledge me as a student, but the daughter of the new professor. Daddy is in seventh heaven. He loves to teach at this school. He loves his cottage, "Lizzie darling! I am so happy here. Sunday we will have tea and sandwiches. I'm looking forward to hearing all about your week. I need to go now Lizzie. Work is calling." His work is calling more than me. My father hasn't even asked me what my special subject is. I picked art and painting as my special subject. No big surprises there father, even if you didn't ask. 

Lottie and I do our own thing at this school. We have an unwritten plan every day. Wake up fresh and quietly. She does my bow everyday. I can't figure out how to knot that awful bow. It looks like a waitress gone Chanel, gone wrong. After the little dress issue every morning we head down to eat breakfast. I always have rye toast with egg and coffee. Always at our regular table. My chair is situated so I can look out the window. 

I can also see ‘the King’ from my spot. I don’t know if it is just my imagination, but sometimes his dark eyes find me. It feels like Mr. Darcy wants to speak to me, but restricts himself. He looks at me with his big chocolate eyes and long dark lashes. When I feel the burn of his stare and turn my head he looks up, or over to some of his friends. I can see him clenching his jaw. He sits on his throne. It is a big gold chair with a WD crest behind his head. Everything surrounding his aura screams masculine energy. Legs a little apart, straight down. Fork and knife in his big hands. He always eats a big portion of English breakfast. A big cup of some energy drink and black coffee. He is always the first person to leave his table. It’s like other people try to suck his energy. Maybe they are afraid to leave the table before him. Poor people. 

Speaking about the coming of the day. Lottie and I attend almost all the same classes. I love most of them. The different professors are really good. Mr. Smith and his love for the different art forms is my favorite. He is also a true artist. Painting abstract mixed with realistic. He paints different profiles of the human face and lays color schemes over the faces. The faces still show, but they look twisted. He himself is a real unique character. Gray professor hair. Always green pants and light blue shirt. The shirt is a little longer than normal. Brown leather waistcoat and shoes. Round glasses with silver brim. His voice sounds like hummingbird wings and coffee smoke, "students! Welcome to an amazing session. Let yourself lose. Aooom. Aooooooom. This is your pathway to your soul's imagination. Let your brain see beyond what you see. I want to experience the working of the young mind. Students! Students! Aooooooom, ohmmm. This is your time to shine. Be amazing. Be yourself." He is great and a little crazy. 

Everyday Charlotte and I have lunch with coffee or tea. Lunch variate from a fancy salad, egg Benedict or fancy pizza. The kings table eat some other gourmet, lobster and oysters. Different everyday. The I attending some more classes. Use the afternoon in the art room. Charlotte is a real nerd and dedicated four hours to homework everyday. I talk to my father everyday. Hike. That is maybe the only thing Lottie and I do not share. My love for nature and walking

“Don't drag me to the mountains Lizzie B. I hate bugs! I hate to sweat.” So when Lottie is nerding. I am hiking. I must say that Pemberley really has beautiful nature and mountains. I found my special route by the lake. Into the forest and up a little road. There are a lot of flowers and a grand view on the top. Most days the wind is blowing. I stretch my arms out. Give Jane the words of today, “Dearest Jane. I miss you so much. Today Mr. Smith showed me his work and it inspired me to become a greater artist. I don’t know what my life has turned into, but I think it is the start of something great. I miss you everyday. Take care in heaven. Love from me, Lizzie.” I take my hands down. 

I have not noted the building behind the school before. The building looks like a grand estate. A little smaller than the school, with a big pond in the front. Swimming pool in the back, but it is too hard to see. I wonder who lives there? 

Charlotte needed to study for her big advanced mathematics exam on Monday, so I can daydream a little longer than normal today. Saturday and schools is of tomorrow.  We agreed to do something fun in the evening. The grass looks so inviting. Green and lush. 

“Elizabeth” I don’t open my eyes. The sun feels too good on my face.  Maybe the person will just go away if I don't react. Somebody is touching my face.“Get away you creep!” Darcy is looking down on me. “What do you want? I know of more benefiting activities to do, than touching sleeping women.” He grabs my arms and sit on top of me. What the f**k!

“Sorry to inconvenience you Miss Bennet. Manners is when a person answer when spoken to. When I spoke to you, you did not respond. I was wondering if you where sick, or lacked manners. I guess you fall in the last category.” Darcy is sweaty with no shirt on. The six-pack I predicted was definitely there. He is to close. The look in his eyes are judgmental as normal. He still has his hands on my shoulders.

Darcy is the type of man that don't understand, go away. He really 'owns' the earth I'm walking. Where to escape a guy like him?  maybe I don't have the right to escape? He is touching my arms like I'm a bar of soap. Glides slowly down and up. What does that guy want? 

Something in the atmosphere changes. Darcy pulls closer and right there he kiss me. Kiss me? The feeling of his lips makes me very overwhelmed. What is happening? He smells good. Like oak and man, pure man, making me so, so, so dizzy. The top of his body leans on me. I feel his groin against my private part. Soon we are making out for real. It is hard to breath. He wants to dominate me, I don't want to let him take over. Lizzie be in control. Show him what you are. All I can feel is him. He is a really good kisser. Not that I am a good judge. This being my first kiss. His lips are strong. He pushes his tongue inside my mouth. 

William takes his big sweaty hands down from my shoulders and over to my breast, "Just perfect. So soft. Elizabeth." Something inside me is losing it. When did I become so wanton? My inner folds are starting to get really wet, dripping between my legs. My legs are keeping him firmly in place. I am moving against him. He feels like solid rock and his big ‘thing’ is poking my thigh. The kiss ends with a remorseful Mr. Darcy. He pushes me down on the grass. Stands up. This makes me feel like the smallest of people, “don’t get any ideas Elizabeth. I am not into someone like you. Keep away. Go hide in your room.” Abruptly he turns and runs down the little road smacking his head. The kiss still tingles on my lips. 

This day could not get worse. 

I was wrong.