blushed. "You caught me. You can kick the boy out of Pemberley ..."
"You really got kicked out?"
He grimaced. "Yeah, I guess there is only so much charity one school is able to give...."
"Or scholarship students that can be tolerated."
"I see you're a quick study." He winked at me. I noticed that he had cute dimples when he smiled.
I could feel my pulse quicken. I didn't even notice when the bell signaled the front door opening. Wick looked over to see who it was. Once he did, he suddenly tensed up, his entire demeanor changing.
I turned around to see Darcy staring at us with a look of utter contempt on his face.
Wick abruptly left the counter and returned to his seat. Darcy's eyes followed him the entire time, his jaw clenched tightly. Wick picked up his book and turned away so Darcy couldn't see his face.
"Can I get you something?" I asked coldly.
Darcy jerked back to life. For an instant he looked at me as if I had somehow betrayed him. He shook his head and his stoic facade returned to his face. "Um, yes." His eyes darted back to Wick again. "I guess I'll have a large decaf, please."
There was something about the former scholarship boy that had rattled Darcy. Which made me like Wick even more.
I handed Darcy his coffee and rang him up. Before he left, he hesitated for a moment. "How late are you working tonight?" he asked.
I shrugged. "Depends. Why?"
He began to play with the lid of his drink. "Is it really safe for you to be walking back to the dorm this late at night?"
"Do you mean besides the usual torture at the hands of my fellow student body?"
Darcy clenched his jaw.
"I'll be fine."
He nodded and walked out. He stared straight ahead as he passed by Wick. As soon as the door swung shut, Wick turned to me and said, "Well, that was awkward."
"I take it you know Will Darcy from your Pemberley days?"
He sighed. "Yes, unfortunately. You could say that we were once on friendly terms. But you seem to be friends with him, so ..."
I groaned. "Hardly. I've known him for a week, and I find him to be the most egotistical, condescending person on the planet."
Wick laughed. "So you
do
know him well."
"You got me there."
Wick approached the counter. "You really need to start being more careful about who you're seen hanging out with."
I smiled at him. "Are you referring to Darcy or yourself?"
"Depends on who you ask."
"Hmm, I guess since there isn't a way for the esteemed ladies of Longbourn to despise me even more, I will hang out with whoever I choose."
"Well, then, Longbourn scholarship girl, do you think you'd ever entertain giving charity to a disgraced Pemberley boy such as myself?"
"What do you have in mind?"
"Your phone number would be a good start."
I gave it to him without hesitation.
I was ready for a good start.
10.
W E HAD OUR FIRST DATE ON WEDNESDAY NIGHT. WICK took me to a pizza place that was in a part of town that I hadn't been to before, a very non-Longbourn establishment.
"Hey, Wick!" a girl behind the counter greeted him. "Couple of slices?"
"I didn't know you were working tonight." He leaned over the counter and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Couple slices would be great. Lizzie, this is Cassie. Cassie, this is Lizzie." He motioned toward me and the girl smiled at me. "I'm saving her from theelitists over at Longbourn." He looked over his shoulder and then said in an exaggerated whisper, "She's a
scholarship student."
I couldn't help but laugh. I knew that nobody in this place would care. It was nice to be somewhere that I didn't feel the need to constantly look over my shoulder or think that I was being set up.
"Here you go." Cassie handed us each two slices. "You know your money isn't good here, Wick," she said as Wick reached into his pocket for his wallet.
"Aww, you're the best." He winked at her and we headed over to a booth. "See, Lizzie, you need to start finding the right kind of friends." He motioned down at our free food. "I've known Cassie since kindergarten.
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