Prom and Prejudice
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When he turned back to me, I was horrified to discover it was Darcy. He seemed just as perplexed to see me.
"You work here?" he asked, making it sound like he'd just walked into his bedroom to find me changing the sheets.
I looked down at my red Java Junction apron and tugged on my visor. "No, I thought this was a costume party. Silly me! But since I'm here, I thought that somebody's got to serve the coffee...."
He didn't even crack a smile. "Right. Well, I guess I'll have a large, black coffee. Although, please don't hurt yourself." The corner of his mouth turned up slightly.
"Yeah, I'm sure you'd enjoy that."
Darcy furrowed his brow and stammered a bit. "No, no, I just meant ... after your spill last night, you probably ... never mind."
I turned my back on him and grabbed him his coffee as quickly as possible without scalding myself.
"Here you go." I rang up his order.
He handed me a crisp twenty-dollar bill and started to walk away.
"Your change," I called after him.
He turned back around and smiled stiffly. "No, it's okay."
"Your change," I said louder, and held out his money in my hand.
"Lizzie!" Tara gasped.
Darcy hesitated and then came back over and took the money from me.
"Are you crazy?" Tara said as Darcy walked out the door. "That was a seventeen-dollar tip!"
I wasn't crazy.
I didn't want to fit in with whatever stereotype Darcy had about "my kind." Despite what he may have thought, my integrity wasn't for sale.
"You're back!" Jane jumped up from her desk when I walked into our room. "Guess what."
I took off my shoes and started to rub my feet. "Does this have anything to do with Mr. Bingley?"
"Yes! He invited us both to his family's ski cottage in Vermont next weekend!" Her voice was two octaves higher than normal.
"That's great news!"
Jane sat down next to me. "So you'll go? You'll switch your work schedule and everything?"
I had promised Jane that I would make an effort with Charles, and I knew I couldn't back down now. "Of course I'll go. Although I have to warn you -- I don't ski."
"You don't have to ski. You can drink hot cocoa while you study, plus ... Charles did say that his family has a Steinway grand piano in their house, so you can even spend the weekend practicing."
I had to admit, that did sound like fun. "Sounds great!"
"Yay! You're going to love Charles. And honestly, Caroline and Darcy aren't as bad as you make them out to be."
I groaned. "Wait. They're going to be there, too?"
"Of course. I know you and Darcy got off on the wrong foot. I'm sure it's a simple misunderstanding."
I wanted to protest further, but the look on Jane's face was so hopeful, so expectant, that I just couldn't disappoint her. She had been beaming since Charles's arrival, and I didn't want to be the one to tarnish her glow.
"Okay, okay," I said, giving in.
I was doing this for Jane. Jane, who had done so much for me. Plus, I had every intention of spending the entire weekend locked in our room or chained to the piano.
I would go for Jane. I certainly wasn't going to get to know Darcy and Caroline better.
And I wasn't going to enjoy it.
6.
THE CARAVAN WAS LEAVING FOR VERMONT AT FIVE o'clock on Friday. I had to work a couple hours after class to make up for the shifts I was missing that weekend, and my replacement was late. Which meant I had to sprint the ten blocks from the Java Junction to meet up with everybody.
When I rounded the corner and saw Jane, Charles, Darcy, and Caroline waiting for me, I realized my cheeks were flushed and I was nearly out of breath.
Caroline tapped her watch impatiently and looked horrified when she saw me approach. "You must be joking," she said.
I stopped dead in my tracks. Despite the fact that she ignored me all week in class, I was positive my coming with them couldn't have been a surprise.
I approached them cautiously. Jane and Charles both looked happy to see me. "You're here!" Jane exclaimed. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah." I tried to control my breathing. "Tara was late for her shift, so I had to run here."
"What on earth is on your face?" Caroline asked disgustedly.
"What?" I started wiping my hot, sweaty face.
Darcy was studying me, the corners of his lips slightly upturned.
Jane laughed. "Oh, I think you have some chocolate...."
"What?" I continued to wipe my face.
"Here." Jane took out her compact from her purse and I was astonished, and a little embarrassed, to see a line of mocha sauce on my red, blotchy cheekbone. I was a complete mess.
Jane handed me a tissue and I did my best to improve matters.
Darcy let out a little laugh -- I was sure he was enjoying this moment, and I enjoyed his company even less because of it. He went over to the backseat of Charles's SUV and opened the door. "After you." He gestured with his hand. I maneuvered into the backseat and took out my calculus notebook.
Jane sat up front with Charles, while Caroline cozied up to Darcy in the middle row of seats. I was hoping I could get through my calculus assignment during the two-hour drive. And since Caroline spent the entire time whispering disparaging comments about most of the girls at Longbourn, I was pretty much left alone. Every once in a while Jane tried to bring me into the conversation and I politely answered her questions. Darcy kept glancing back at me and my notebook, as if I needed his help with my assignment. I responded by shifting my notebook so it was out of his view.