Music and Misunderstandings ~ Section I

By D. Morgan

Section I, Next Section

Chapter I

Posted on Saturday, 26 January 2002

From the Author: My goal with this story is to try to faithfully follow the original plot line and chapter separations. I am starting with this goal. I know that eventually I may be forced to add or subtract a scene or dialogue, but I will still strive to stay close to the original. The original characters will be slightly blended with people I know and love. I will occasionally use some marching band lingo. It should be easy to follow, but I will leave a few notes if necessary. I hope you enjoy my first attempt at fan fiction.

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that the band room is the true heart of any public high school.

However familiar anyone may be with high schools in general, when walking the halls of a building a visitor is inexplicably lured through the crushing masses by the harmony and trills of melody and down the back hallway to the band room.

The band room of Hertfordshire High is an open dark red space lined with cabinets the stand half open overflowing with instruments and personal belongings. No one would like to even think about the number of spit valves that have been emptied onto the floor or hazard a guess when the drinking fountain was last cleaned by the custodians. Despite this humble atmosphere, one hundred and thirty-two students will call this room their home for the next year.

A small room, really the size of a closet, is hidden in the back corner. This room is the director's office, but it also doubles as a conference room and psychiatry office. It is here that the story begins.

"Mr. Bennet!" a shrill voice called out. "Have you heard the news?"

Mr. Bennet, the director of the Hertfordshire Band, swiveled in his chair to see the owner of voice framed in the doorway. Connie Garrett plopped down on the couch against the wall and proceeded to talk without stopping for air.

"Bennet, have you heard the news? Several students from Netherfield High are transferring here this year!" Connie quickly took in a large tank of air and continued on. "I just heard the news from Mr. Rushworth up in the main office. Isn't that exciting!"

Bennet nodded and Connie took this as a sign to continue with her narration.

" Don't you want to know who they are and what they play?"

"You want to tell me, Connie, so go on," Bennet said laughingly to his guard instructor.

"Well here's the deal. Mr. Rushworth said that there are five news students. One sax player, one flute player, two percussionists, and a kick butt trumpet player."

"What is the sax player's name?"

"Charlie Bing."

"Didn't he make All-State last year?"

"Yes, and he was only a sophomore. So talented and a hottie too! The girls are going to be thrilled!"

"Girls? What girls and what can it possibly have to do with them?" Bennet asked with a disturbed frown.

"Bob. You must know that I love to play matchmaker within the band! Now I have someone new to hook up with my favorite female band members! I can hardly wait."

"You really think that the sax player and the rest are transferring here to improve their love lives?" Bennet questioned incredulously.

"No. Of course not. However, I may help a few of them hook up. Will you let me know when they arrive?"

"I will make sure that you get introduced to your prey, but be careful, Connie. Teenagers are sensitive and volatile. I don't want to have any relationship catastrophes disrupting the season."

"Have no fear, Bennet! I'll be careful," Connie assured him and then she swept out of the office."

Bob Bennet leaned back in his chair and bridged his fingers together. Bennet was a good man and an excellent teacher. He truly cared for his students and he didn't want to see any of them hurt especially by the plans and schemes of his guard instructor. Bennet liked Connie and respected her skill working with the flag and rifle lines. However, she could be ridiculously silly and relentlessly persistent when she wanted to accomplish something. He would have to keep his eye on her matchmaking schemes. It was already shaping up to be an interesting marching season.

Chapter II

Bennet pushed open the door to the band room and was immediately surrounded by the titters and whispers of feminine laughter. In Bennet's experience this sound always foretold disaster. A cluster of females had gathered in the front of the room near the podium. In the center of the laughing ladies stood Connie obviously acting as the instigator and encouraging the silliness around her.

Bennet scanned the faces and was not surprised that the group was comprised of Connie's five favorite girls. Lydia Trent and Kitty Flint were incoming freshmen flag girls and too silly and insipid for Bob Bennet's taste. Mary Todd was a studious sophomore clarinetist that had little time for members of the opposite sex. It seemed that Connie was determined to transform Mary's desired for books to desire for boys. The last two girls were juniors, best friends, and favorites of Mr. Bennet as well. Jane Wilson was gentle and almost too nice. Jane was his clarinet section leader for this fall. Bennet finally looked at Lizzy James who greeted him with a saucy smirk. Lizzy was his Horn section leader and probably his favorite female student. Lizzy was intelligent, funny, and enthusiastic. Bennet had plans for Lizzy for her senior year.

Bennet was disrupted from his thoughts when Connie saw him and called out a loud hello. Bennet turned to face the group feeling very alone as the only male in the room.

"Bob, have you met Charlie Bing yet? I was just telling the girls about him." Connie called out across the room.

Connie had successfully trapped Bennet and he had no choice but to answer.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, Charlie stopped by this morning and we had a pleasant conversation."

"Well..." Connie drew out.

"He seemed talented and articulate."

"Bennet! Is he single?" Connie queried impatiently.

Lydia and Kitty leaned forward eagerly for his answer. Mary rolled her eyes in disgust. Lizzy and Jane merely smiled sympathetically at him. As juniors they were used to the matchmaking of the guard instructor.

"Yes, Connie, Charlie Bing is single. Now you can commence your plotting. God, save the poor boy!" Bennet was forced to retreat to his office as Connie cheered and Lydia and Kitty returned to their shrieking. Bob Bennet sighed deeply as the door closed behind him.

Chapter III

Connie Garret tried persistently to worm a few details about Charlie Bing and transfers at Netherfield out of her boss, but Bennet remained stubborn and close-mouthed. This behavior forced Connie to form her own predictions and soon rumors about Charlie Bing was flying through the band community by phone lines and movie gatherings. Everyone, especially the female band members, were looking forward to seeing the elusive Bing at band camp the following week. Mr. Bennet confirmed that Charlie Bing would be attending and serving as sax section leader, which was a surprise. Bennet accidentally dropped a few pieces of information about the rest of the new students and the rumors resurfaced in a huge new surge about these new additions to the Hertfordshire Band. Summer was winding to a close and Band camp started Monday. The students waited impatiently, Connie waited with determined excitement, and Bob Bennet waited with nervous forethought.

Monday morning dawned sunny and bright. Cars raced into the parking lot, coolers were pulled into the back hallway, and neglected instruments were removed from battered cases. Sunscreen was applied, photos passed around, and music slipped into drill books. A marching band is a closely-knit community and can really be considered a type of family that calls for cooperation, communication, and loving acceptance. However, this closeness can cause problems when everyone knows everything. Hence B-106 was the site for many reunion hugs and chilly rivalry glares after the summer apart. Finally, at five to eight the band room emptied and moved outside to the field that would be their home for the next three months. Marching season had arrived.

Bennet called the band out onto the field and gave his traditional welcome back speech. Then he had Bill Lucas, the drum major, lead them in stretches. Everyone was performing the trunk stretch when Bill suddenly stopped. All one hundred and twenty-eight heads turned to follow his gaze. There stood the eagerly anticipated transfer students from Netherfield. Bill Lucas rushed forward to welcome the group. A blond, blue-eyed young man with a huge grin shook Bill's hand and declared that he was happy to be here. Bennet was forced to stop the rehearsal and strode out to make the introductions.

"Listen Up. This is Charlie Bing, alto sax section leader. This is Carol Bing, flute section leader. Heath Hurst and Heather Bing, percussionists. Will Darcy, trumpet section leader. They are all transfers from Netherfield High. Introduce yourselves and make them feel welcome. Take a quick water break and meet back here in five to start basics." Bennet turned and everyone hurried towards the sidelines.

Now band members can get really close, but every group still has its cliques and social stratification. Normally, these divisions depend on what instrument you play. The theory is that every section has its own distinctive personality type. As the water break began, these social groups became strikingly evident. The guard girls gathered near the end zone and loud giggling came from the group as they checked out guys to flirt with and basically had girl talk. Next to but not included with the guard came the flutes scattered by the twenty-yard line. Flutes are feminine, moody, enjoy gossiping, and hold grudges like you wouldn't believe. Then around the thirty yard line came the clarinets. Clarinets are a mixture. They are intellectuals, but they have tendencies to act sort of strange and a hidden aggression. Next come the Saxes. They were generally nice, but with a weird sense of humor and a love for the ridiculous. The fifty-yard line is the domain of the Horns. Horns are smart and witty, but they are also emotional and tend to over analyze things. The Low Brass bonded near the other forty-yard line. Low Brass players are laid back, but they love to plan practical jokes to play on the flutes and the guard. Then come the trumpets. Trumpets are proud and arrogant. You are nothing if you are not a trumpet. Finally, the drum line hangs out in the other end zone. Drummers can simply not be explained they just are. So basically the field is divided in half between the woodwinds and the brass. The Horns can be considered part of both groups and the guards and the drum line are separate groups at the extreme ends of the spectrum.

Being best friends Lizzy and Jane met by the water cooler to discuss the newcomers. Jane, who liked everyone, said, "They all look very nice. Perhaps shy to be new to the band, but nice."

Lizzy wasn't sure that she agreed with Jane's optimistic attitude, but she had to admit that the Charlie Bing was a good-looking guy in a little boy sort of way.

"I think that the two percussionist, Heath and Heather, are a couple." Jane's comment brought Lizzy's focus back to the conversation.

"I think so too." Lizzy replied as she looked over and saw the two of them holding hands. "Personally, I thought that Carol, the new flute section leader, seemed pretty stuck up and not very happy to be here."

"Lizzy!" Jane yelped. "Give her a chance. I'll bet that she is just shy and nervous about meeting knew people."

"You think that if it makes you happy. I promise to try to make friends with her."

"Thank you, Lizzy."

"What do you think of the tall trumpet player? I heard that he and Charlie are best friends and that he is an awesome musician!"

Lizzy slid her eyes in Will Darcy's direction. He was tall with dark curly hair and chocolate brown eyes. Lizzy sighed in resignation. "I must admit that he is handsome, but he would be much better looking IF he wasn't a trumpet player."

Jane laughed and they both returned to the center of the field. They were surprised to find a smiling blond guy standing beside them.

"Hello. I'm Charlie and you are Jane and Lizzy. I have heard so much about you from Mr. Bennet and Connie. I am very happy to meet you."

Jane looked up and met Charlie's happy blue eyes and was shocked to find that she didn't have the breath to reply.

Lizzy came to the rescue. "It is very nice to meet you Charlie." A shadow blocked the sunlight and Lizzy saw Will Darcy standing behind Charlie's shoulder looking mad or disgusted about something. Lizzy turned back to Jane and Charlie, but they were oblivious to her existence. Lizzy glanced back at Will once more and their eyes met and held. Lizzy gave a little smile, but Will quickly looked away. "Fine, if that's how you want it to be," Lizzy thought as the band lined up.

Bennet commanded the band to get into a basic block and began to take them through the basic commands. The going was slow because of the new freshmen. After introducing the commands of "Band Ten Hut", "Horns Up", and "Mark Time". Mr. Bennet instructed the section leaders to pair up and take a small group to practice the commands together.

Before Mr. Bennet had even finished speaking Charlie turned to Jane and asked if he could be her partner. Jane smiled shyly and agreed. Lizzy was happy for Jane, but now she didn't have a partner.

Jane remembered Lizzy after a second and turned back apologetically. Charlie realized that by pairing up with Jane he had left Lizzy alone. Charlie felt awful and almost gave up his chance to be with Jane. Luckily, he had an idea.

"Will!" Charlie called as he jogged over to his friend. "Whom are you going to pair up with?"

"Probably Carol," Will mumbled. He wasn't thrilled with the prospect, but it had to be better than the alternative of being with someone he didn't know.

"Will, do me a favor and ask the Horn section leader over there to be your partner. Please!" Charlie begged.

"Which one do you mean?" Will peered through the crowd trying to see whom Charlie was referring to.

"The brunette in the green tank top," Charlie pointed. "She's really cute and friendly."

Will glanced her way and sneered. "She's average looking, but not pretty or talented enough to tempt me."

Charlie's mouth dropped open in shock.

"Bing, haven't you noticed that we are surrounded by people who have no talent, no training, and no real work ethic. This band is nothing like the one at Netherfield. I just hope that I don't go insane!" The volume of Will's voice was rising with his anger.

"But, Will, they are really nice and they take the time to enjoy what they are doing. Please, ask her to be you partner! She really is very cute and funny!" Charlie pleaded.

"Bing, for the last time. Your partner is the only remotely attractive girl on the field!" Will yelled. "I am not going to pair up with some second rate Horn player so you can make cow eyes at her best friend! Give up and go away."

Charlie turned away from his friend dejectedly and rejoined Jane. Will felt a twinge of remorse, but he pushed it aside and went to find Carol. Will turned and found he was face to face with the horn section leader. It was obvious to Will that she had heard the conversation between him and Charlie considering the volume that Will's voice had reached. Will paused for a second and considered apologizing, but he didn't know what to say.

Lizzy hadn't been eavesdropping, but she would have had to be deaf not to hear Will's comments. She was furious at first, but she calmed down quickly enough to find humor in the situation and the snobby male in front of her. Lizzy stared right back at Will Darcy and then gave him a cheeky grin and rushed past him to pair up with Carrie Lyons, the guard captain.

Will followed her with his gaze and felt a twinge of pain when the girls began laughing and glanced directly at him. Will shook his head slightly and felt Carol come and grab his arm to pull him away. Will couldn't stop himself from looking back over his shoulder for a quick glance at the horn section leader.

Connie had watched the whole scene from the podium and was distressed. She was happy that her plans for Jane and Charlie had worked out, but even she thought that Will Darcy was an arrogant jerk. See, if she would waste her time and her creative plotting genius trying to set him up again.

At the end of the day, Bob Bennet gratefully shut his door. He popped open a Coke and relaxed in the splendor of his air-conditioned office. Overall, he was pleased with the progress that the band had made today. Everyone was working hard, the freshmen were catching on, and there hadn't been a major crisis yet. "Yup. Pretty good for the first day," he thought. His solitary revelry was interrupted by a knock on the door. "Come on in."

"Bennet! I am so glad that you are still here. Charles Bing is such a sweetie! Why weren't there guys like that when I was in high school?" Connie cooed.

"Connie! Stop! No more of this nonsense!"

"However, Will Darcy is the biggest jerk on the planet! Can't we get rid of him? How can he be Charlie's best friend?"

"Connie! I said stop!"

"He hurt Lizzy's feelings you know."

"Hurt Lizzy's feelings? What do you mean?"

"I knew that would get your attention. He openly insulted her and refused to be her partner, but never fear I will find someone else deserving of her!"

"Connie? Is Lizzy still here?"

"I don't know!"

"Well, go see and if she is still here tell her that I need to see her!" Bennet commanded.

Connie knew better than to disobey when he used that tone of voice, so she flounced out of the room in search of Lizzy James.

"Lizzy. Bennet would like to talk to you," Connie called out.

Lizzy came and Connie followed her into the office.

"Did Will Darcy's comments hurt your feelings?" Bennet asked the girl.

"Well, maybe a little at first, but I am fine," Lizzy replied with a smile.

"I am so sorry Lizzy. I had hoped the two of you would hook up..." Connie apologized.

Lizzy quickly interrupted Connie and said forcefully, "I believe I may promise never to hook up with Will Darcy!"

Chapter 4

Posted on Monday, 28 January 2002

Lizzy and Jane grabbed their water bottles and drill books and hurried out to the student lot. Lizzy opened the trunk of her '87 Chevy station wagon, which she affectionately called "Old Blue", and both girls piled inside. Lizzy tuned into the oldies station and drove out of the lot singing along with the Beach Boys.

"Lizzy, do you want to stop at Pibbyn's?" Jane asked over the music.

"Sure. Some mint chocolate chip ice cream sounds delicious."

Lizzy turned left at the light and Jane joined Lizzy and Elvis as they sang about blue suede shoes. It took about five minute to reach Pibbyn's, the local hamburger hangout. Jane and Lizzy got their cones and settled at a back table. Lizzy was shocked when Jane opened the conversation with a question.

"Lizzy, what did you think of Charlie?"

"I thought he seemed like a very friendly and pleasant guy? Why? Do you like him?" Lizzy asked even though the answer was clearly written on her best friend's face.

"I do like him. It's nothing serious...yet. I have never met a guy who was just so genuine and open."

"Well, he likes you back, so I give you permission to like him." Lizzy teased.

"Do you really think he liked me? Maybe he was just trying to be friendly."

"Jane. Trust me. He likes you big time and who wouldn't? You are beautiful and kind."

"Thanks, Lizzy. I just don't want to get hurt."

"If he hurts you, I'll take him out. You can count on me."

"His sisters seem nice, too. I hope we can be friends."

"I hope so too, Jane," Lizzy said, but she knew that was wishful thinking. "Hurry and finish your ice cream. I need to get home to start the salad for dinner."

Chapter 5

Lizzy picked up Jane, Kitty, Mary, Lydia, and Carrie on the way over to the high school. The second day of band camp was scheduled to start at eight. Lizzy pulled into the lot at 7:32 and the girls grabbed their stuff and entered the back door to the school. The band room was deserted, but a voice came from behind the office door and the girls knew that Mr. Bennet was already here. Lydia. Kitty, and Carrie began stretching out and the other three girls began to get their music and drill organized. Things were pretty peaceful except for an occasional remark from the guard girls. However, this peace was quickly banished when Connie Garrett swept through the door.

"Girls! I am so happy to see all of you!" she gushed. "How did you like Charlie Bing, Jane?"

Jane turned bright red, but she didn't answer.

"Well, that was a colorful response!" Connie laughed.

Jane blushed even deeper.

"Oh, Lizzy. I just wanted to remind you not to take anything Will Darcy says to heart," Connie advised.

"Thanks for you concern, Miss. Garrett, but I have already decided to do my best to ignore him."

"His comments were really out of line," Carrie put in. "He sure isn't worried about making friends here."

"He thinks he is too good for our band," Lizzy related.

"Well, he is pretty talented and awfully good-looking," commented Carrie, "but he still shouldn't have been rude to you."

Mary raised her eyes from her book and added her input. "Will Darcy's crime is pride and thinking too highly of himself. However, he is not the first person to display this failing."

Lizzy pondered this point as she picked up her horn and water and headed out to the field.

Chapter 6

The day seemed to stretch on forever. It was lunchtime and Lizzy stretched out beneath a tree with her paper sack lunch. Lizzy was tired, sunburned, frustrated, and her lips were shot from playing her horn too much. Luckily, the day was almost over. The only happy glimmer from the morning was that Charlie had continued to flirt with Jane. In fact, they were both sitting down to eat over by the dugout. Charlie kept laughing and Jane kept smiling. Yup, things were looking good and Lizzy was thrilled for her friend. Lizzy turned as Carrie joined her beneath the tree.

Carrie pulled out her low-fat yogurt and stated the obvious. "Jane seems very happy with Bing. I am quite jealous considering I have never had a boyfriend. Do you think it will last?"

"I sure hope so."

"Lizzy, does she really like him?"

"Yes, I believe that she does."

"Well, she doesn't really show it."

"Carrie, you know how shy Jane is and she is afraid to go too fast in case she gets hurt."

"Well, my advice is to go after him and get him now instead of waiting. That's what I would do."

"That strategy may work for you, Carrie, but I can't see Jane acting like that. She just doesn't have the confidence to carry it off."

"Well, then we just have to hope that Charlie will take action. You know I noticed that Will Darcy has been looking at you a lot today Lizzy."

"Really, I don't know he plans to accomplish unless he wants to intimidate me or make me nervous around him. I wish he would just leave me alone after yesterday." Lizzy felt someone's eyes on her and sure enough she turned to see Will studying her. He was across the field eating with Heath, Heather, and Carol. Lizzy realized that she was staring back and quickly broke off the eye contact, wrapped up her paper bag, and leaned back in the grass to take a power nap to banish the image of Will Darcy from her head.

About thirty minutes later, Bennet and Bill called them back to the field. Lizzy stood up brushed off her shorts, trashed her lunch bag, and headed toward the field. There she stood next to Jon Webb, the low brass section leader, and they began to discuss the coming season and issues within their sections. Lizzy was laughing at a story Jon had shared about one of his freshmen when she felt the presence of a person behind her. She turned and almost ran into the chest of Will Darcy. He towered over her and she had to tilt her head far back to meet his eyes. Lizzy was angry to find that Will had been listening to her conversation with Jon. She gleefully decided to ask him what he thought of Jon's story so he would know that she had noticed his eavesdropping. Will mumbled an incomprehensible reply to her question and strode off. Lizzy watched and wondered what Will Darcy was up to.

Bill led this basic session. He reviewed "Mark Time" and the freshmen learned how to take an 8 to five marching step. Then Bill told them to split up like yesterday to practice. Lizzy looked for Carrie to partner up with, but Carrie was over talking to Connie about the flag work for the show. Lizzy was alone again.

Meanwhile, Bill cornered Will and struck up a conversation. "We are glad to have you here this year. I think the freshmen are doing well, don't you?"

"Yes, but anybody can learn to march," Will growled.

That wasn't quite the response that Bill had expected. Will didn't seem to be fitting in very well and it was Bill's job as drum major to try and help make the band run smoothly. Bill decided that he would help introduce Will to some people. It was at this moment that Lizzy walked past. Bill was struck with a wonderful idea! Lizzy was cute, friendly, and single. Surely, she could help Will begin to fit in.

"Lizzy," Bill called out. "Do you have partner yet?"

Lizzy turned around and smiled at Bill. Bill motioned for her to come over. Lizzy was nervous about approaching, but she took a deep breath and approached the two guys.

"Will, Lizzy here would make a great partner for you. She is extremely patient and talented."

"Excuse me, but I didn't come over here to beg for a partner. I can manage very well on my own," Lizzy huffed.

"I know that Lizzy, but Will has no objection to the two of you working together so why should you mind?" Bill asked.

Will faced the girl before him and quietly asked, "Would you please be my partner, Lizzy?"

"No, thank you Mr. Darcy. I prefer to work alone today." She happily studied the expression of shock on Will's face and responded by smirking, raising her right eyebrow and walking away to start working with her group.

Both guys stared after her and eventually Bill moved off to another task. Darcy remained where he was and observed Lizzy as she skillfully instructed her group. He couldn't deny that there was something intriguing about her green-gray eyes and the way her dark curls bounced as she walked jauntily away. She was slender and the slight lift of her eyebrow had a peculiar effect on him. He had been wrong yesterday when he had hastily labeled her average. There was nothing average about Lizzy James. Of that fact, he was now sure.

Will's thoughts were disrupted by the arrival of Carol. She clung to his arm and tried to claim his attention for herself. She struggled in vain. Finally, her high-pitched voice managed to penetrate Darcy's meditation.

"I bet I can guess what you are thinking, Will."

"I wouldn't count on that."

"You are thinking what a mistake it was to transfer to here and dreading the coming season."

"Nope. I was having happier thoughts. I was trying to decide if eyes could truly be green-gray."

"Can I ask what person has the eyes that inspired this question?" Carol asked in her attempt at a sexy voice.

"Lizzy James," Will stated simply.

"Lizzy James," Carol gulped. "I am quite surprised! Let me know when you decide to ask her out, will you?" Carol left Will with a laugh.

Will returned to his previous contemplation of the horn section leader.

Chapter 7

Bob Bennet had been working at Hertfordshire High for ten years. He was fortunate person because he truly loved his job and he was good at it. He was not terribly intelligent or talented, but he worked hard and he cared for each of his students. Bennet's philosophy on band was to work hard and do your best. If this was achieved, Bennet considered the season a success no matter what the official standings said. So far, Bennet was satisfied with the way the season was beginning. Band camp ended tomorrow with an overnight lock-in as a reward for a week of hard work. Monday school and regular rehearsals would begin and the daily routine would set in.

Bennet and Bill Lucas were rotating between the sections as they memorized the opener. They would occasionally sing a rhythm or check an intonation problem, but mainly they just listened. Carol had the flutes sitting in a circle beneath a tree. The Horns were on the field by the scaffolding. Charlie and his Saxes were sprawled across the bleachers directly across from Jane and the clarinets who were leaning against the wall of the school. The Low Brass had commandeered the benches in the dugout. The drum line was in the band room rehearsing with the pit and the guard was breaking their work into sets in the gym. Everyone was practicing and enjoying the break from standing at attention, except for the trumpets. Will Darcy had his section tracking up and down the field playing the opener. Will roamed around fixing horn angles, correcting postures, and shouting the count into the ears of unfortunate freshmen. The sun beat down, the sweat poured, and several guys felt like they were going to pass out. Will Darcy demanded perfection and he would drill these guys until he got it. His section knew that Will knew what he was talking about, but couldn't he give them a quick water break.

Lizzy was observing the scene from near the scaffolding and couldn't believe that Darcy refused to give his section a break. Lizzy demanded hard work from her section, but she also knew the value of enjoying the work you were doing. Lizzy didn't think the trumpet section was enjoying band or having friendly thoughts toward their section leader right now. The lines of trumpets gleamed in the sun as the ranks completed a sharp left flank. Lizzy admitted that their lines were straight and that the roll step was improved, but surely this military approach wasn't necessary. Bennet relieved Lizzy's thoughts when he called lunch break for the entire band and Darcy was forced to end his torture.

The band settled into groups or drove off to enjoy their lunch hour. Charlie was immediately by Jane's side and he led he off to the bleachers. Jane sent an apologetic smile to Lizzy over shoulder. Lizzy sat beneath her usual tree and Carrie joined her. The field was quiet as everyone ate lunch in peace. Suddenly, the back doors to the locker room were thrown open and the Hertfordshire Football Team jogged out and began running laps on the track. Female freshman eyes were automatically drawn towards the guys in their helmets and pads. Lydia and Kitty were fascinated at the way the red practice uniforms stretched across the pad enhanced shoulders of the football players. They stared as if in a trance. They began to scan the guys and pick out their favorite players.

In the shade, Lizzy heard the names of Forster, Carter, Denny, and Sanderson between the giggles and admiring sighs. Lizzy shook her sadly. Returning band girls knew not to bother with the football players. Never in the history of Hertfordshire High had a football player steadily dated a band girl. It was a social taboo. A football player might enjoy the devotion and admiration of a band girl, but they would abandon her quickly when a new conquest came along. Similarly, cheerleaders were off limits for band guys. That's just the way things were. Lizzy looked at Lydia and Kitty as they gushed over the football players. She hoped the girls would be careful. Broken hearts were not easy to fix. Lizzy continued to watch the two girls and a shadow of unease settled over her.

On Friday afternoon, Bennet stopped rehearsal right at four, outlined the rules for the evening, and then released the band. A frisbee was immediately found to begin the traditional ulimate frisbee match. Lydia, Kitty, Carrie, and some of the other girls decided to watch as fans and Carol declared herself Will's personal cheerleader. Mary grabbed her book and sat beneath Lizzy's favorite tree until the madness ended. Will's mouth dropped open in shock when Lizzy and Jane joined the guys on the field. He was going to make a comment about the game being a little too rough for females when Charlie came over and welcomed the girls warmly.

"Hello ladies!" Charlie beamed "Are you going to join our game?"

"Well, it is tradition," Lizzy insisted.

"I am very happy to have two such beautiful team mates."

Jon Webb began calling everyone together and organizing the game. "Since the group is so large we will have to play shirts and skins. Lizzy and Jane, come on over to the shirts side and then I will divide up the rest of the guys!" Jon yelled. Charlie and Jon were on the same team as Lizzy and Jane, but Will was on the opposing team. As the teams lined up, Lizzy felt a pair of eyes on her again. "Hasn't he given up on intimidating me yet?" Lizzy wondered. She faced him with a glare and was shocked by the sight of Will without his shirt. He was a jerk, but an extremely attractive jerk. Unlike the stark white bodies of the other guys, he was tan and fit. Will returned Lizzy's steady appraising glance with one of his own. Lizzy regained her composure, took a deep breath, and focused on the game. Lizzy loved ultimate frisbee and she played aggressively. At first, the guys were cautious and gentle especially with Jane, but eventually they acknowledged that the girls were equal competitors. Charlie frequently passed to Jane and enjoyed having her on his team and helping her up when she fell. Will was completely fascinated with the determination that was displayed on Lizzy's face. He challenged by her intensity and soon found that he was swept up in the game and playing his heart out.

The girl's team was making a final drive to win the game. Lizzy completed a short toss to Jon. Jon passed it to Charlie along the sideline. Charlie scanned the endzone and found Jane standing wide open. The Frisbee went sailing over the heads of the other team. Unfortunately, the wind caught the Frisbee and pulled to the right. Jane dove and managed to catch the pass, but she hit the ground hard. Cheers broke out and everyone began celebrating. Jon swept Lizzy up into a bear hug. He was spinning her around when she notice that Jane hadn't gotten up yet. She pushed away and sprinted over to where her friend was lying on the ground. Charlie beat her.

"Jane, are you okay?" Charlie asked.

"I think that I twisted my knee," Jane winced.

Will and Lizzy arrived in time to hear the Jane had injured herself.

"Carol!" Will yelled. "Go get some ice for Jane!" Will ordered.

Carol leaped to her feet and responded to Will's order.

"Your knee looks a little puffy. Are you going to be okay?" Lizzy asked anxiously.

"I'll be fine, but Bennet isn't going to be happy. In fact, he will probably outlaw Frisbee for the rest of the season. He is always afraid that someone will get hurt and not be able to march. Well, I have managed to prove him correct," Jane said self-depricatingly.

"Let's get you inside, so you can ice and elevate that knee," Charlie advised as he swept Jane up in his arms. "Lizzy. Will. Can you grab our stuff? Thanks."

Lizzy picked up all of the stuff that she could possibly carry and rushed away from Will Darcy. Will sighed, pulled on his shirt, grabbed the few things Lizzy had left, and strode toward the school.

Chapter 8

Charlie set Jane down against the cupboards while Lizzy fetched a cushion to put behind her back. Lizzy was happy to report that Mr. Bennet was not angry, but just worried about Jane. Carol arrived a few minutes later with a bag of ice and Jane declared herself comfortable. Charlie sat down right next to Jane and his attentiveness made her blush. Lizzy watched the couple happily and a little smile crossed her face as Charlie insisted in tucking Jane into his letter jacket. Once again Lizzy felt Will staring at her from where he was leaning against a cabinet. He studied her intently and then a small smile formed on his lips. He was laughing at her! Lizzy wondered what he found so amusing, so she excuse herself and went to the bathroom to find a mirror.

Carol strutted up to Will and leaned her head on his shoulder. Will had to struggle to hide his shudder of revulsion. Caroline was surprised that Will didn't move away from her and she used this as encourage to break into a bitter diatribe on the subject of Lizzy James.

"Well, I supposed that we must admit that Lizzy James is a good Frisbee player, but did she really need to insist on playing with you guys?" She looked almost wild! She was sweating, sunburned, mud streaked, and her hair was everywhere!" Carol described spitefully.

Charlie heard his sister comment and jumped into defend his new friend. "I was happy that she played and I didn't even notice how she looked." Jane smiled her thanks at him.

"That's because you were too busy mooning over her friend," Carol mumbled under her breath. "You noticed how she looked, didn't you, Will?"

"Yes. I did," Will replied.

"You wouldn't want your sister Georgie to act like such a tomboy, would you?"

"No, probably not. However, I think there is little chance that Georgie would agree to play any game at all."

"So, Will, are you still fascinated by Lizzy James's eyes?" Carol sneered.

"Yes, as a matter of fact I am. I had decided that they were gray, but the exercise increased the green flecks and so now I am still undecided. They are quite beautiful though," Will said with a straight face. He knew that his comment would finally get Carol to shut up and it worked like a charm.

They all sat back to wait for the pizza to be delivered. Carol thought evil thoughts about Lizzy James. Charlie thought about Jane. Jane thought about Charlie. Will thought about Lizzy and how cute she had looked with her multiple tan lines and a small muddy streak on the tip of her nose. He had even been tempted to walk over and rub it away. Everyone was content except for Carol.

Charlie finally left Jane when the pizzas were delivered and then he quickly returned to her bearing pizza and sodas. Carol practically sat in Will's lap and Lizzy returned to curl up on the counter behind her friend with several slices of pizza that were absolutely smothered in toppings. Lizzy took a huge bite off the first piece and made a happy sound of absolute contentment.

"Enjoying your pizza, Lizzy?" Charlie asked with a friendly smile.

Lizzy licked off her finger tips and smiled sheepishly. "Yes, I am Charlie. This pizza is perfect!"

"Personally, I am a plain cheese man," Bing replied.

"Charlie, pizza needs toppings besides cheese," Carol scolded. "You don't have to cover it beyond recognition like Lizzy over there, but variety is good for you. For instance, you could add a little pepperoni or green pepper for a little added spice!"

Will shook his head slightly in disbelief that Carol considered herself a "pizza expert".

"Will, what do you think the perfect pizza consists of?" Carol demanded.

In reply, Will lifted his slice that was absolutely smothered in toppings. He winked smugly at Lizzy and she glared right back suppressed her urge to slap his face.

Chapter 9

After the pizza was devoured, the lock-in truly began. The gym was open for basketball, a movie was on in the choir room, the band room was filled with snacks, a game of sardines was underway in A-wing, and people were playing cards or dancing in the commons. Charlie was about to carry Jane out to the commons to play cards when Connie Garret wandered into the room with Lydia and Kitty behind her.

"Mr. Bing! What do you think you are doing?" Connie shouted.

Charlie was so startled that he almost dropped Jane.

"That's it! Put Jane down immediately!" Connie ordered.

Charlie blushed and tried to apologize. "I was just trying to take her to the commons so she could join in the fun."

"I appreciate that Charlie, but Jane shouldn't be moved because of her knee. You wouldn't want her to be unable to march this fall? Would you?"

"Of course not. Ms. Garrett."

"Just call me Connie, Charlie. Everyone does. I do appreciate you politeness though. How are you enjoying the band so far?"

"I love it here. Everyone is so friendly and open." Charlie looked shyly at Jane. Connie noticed this look and was proud that she had successfully matched this pair. "I really don't miss Netherfield at all."

"You don't, Bing? You don't find the rehearsal demands to be too easy or grow frustrated with the inexperienced members of you section. This is a very different program from Netherfield. Remember that Netherfield was an audition only band and could pick and chose who joined based on talent and sheer desire," Will stated.

Carol quickly supported Will. "Yes, Netherfield only accepted the best. The music, drill, and instruction staff were superb. Quite different from here where students are responsible for running sections. Netherfield also has the classiest black uniforms." Carol sighed at her memory of Will in his band uniform. He looked handsome and dashing despite the dorky band hat and pants with suspenders.

"The band here is better than Netherfield's no matter what you may say about it!" Connie snapped. "We may not have placed first in the state the last three years, but we work hard and do well. Besides we don't have the exorbitant resources that some bands have and our students are responsible enough to be trusted with leadership roles. Finally, we believe that there are things more important than winning."

The girls were all embarrassed by the behavior of their guard instructor. They all loved Connie, but sometimes she was out of line. Something had to be done before Connie started taking swings at Will.

"Connie! I believe that you misunderstood Will's meaning," Lizzy interjected and shot the guard instructor her best back off look.

"Did I? He seems to think that he is too good for our band. Maybe he should transfer back to Netherfield!"

Lydia interrupted with an unexpected, very welcome question. "Charlie, did you know that homecoming is two weeks from tomorrow? You must come! Everyone will be disappointed and hurt if the new students don't show up," Lydia whined.

Charlie smiled gratefully at the freshman and answered her plea. "I will certainly come to the dance."

The conversation now safely revolved around the upcoming Homecoming game and dance. Will returned to the cabinet he had been leaning on and Connie stormed into the guard room and let the door bang shut behind her.

Chapter 10

With Connie Garrett safely contained in the guard room, Charles picked Jane up again and carried her out to commons without a mishap. Lizzy followed Jane to help her and keep her company. Will followed the most extraordinary pair of eyes he had ever seen and Carol followed Will which shouldn't come as a surprise.

Lizzy grabbed a chair and Charlie settled her into it. The rest of the group gathered around her, but Lizzy made sure that she was as far from Will as possible. Lizzy looked over and saw Kitty and Lydia dancing like wild women to Madonna. Mary was curled up next to the pop machine with yet another book. Lizzy heard Will sigh, probably in frustration to be hanging out here with people. Charlie dealt for a game of Gin Rummy. They had played several hands when the harsh beeping noise of a pager. Will grabbed it from his belt and checked the number.

"Please excuse me." Will pushed away from the table and began to walk toward the pay phone.

"Will, who was it?" Carol called out loudly.

"It was Georgie."

"Will, do you recognize my number that quickly?" Carol questioned.

"Yes, but only because your brother is my best friend."

Carol turned back to the group and explained that Georgie was Will's little sister. Carol praised Georgie's talent on the piano and stressed how close the siblings were to each other. Luckily, Will returned shortly.

"Was anything wrong?" Charlie asked cautiously.

"No. She just had a simple question. Let's continue the game."

Carol proceeded to gush over Will. "Will, you are always so calm and collected. Nothing ever ruffles you and you deal with problems so effectively. Charlie is always unorganized and can never decide what to do. He is lucky to have you as his best friend because you help him out so much."

"Surely, Charlie can take care of himself?" Lizzy stated. "He is after all just as old and experienced as Will."

"Carol is right Lizzy. I do depend on Will for help and advice. I would be lost without him," Charles confessed.

Lizzy sat there in disbelief. "You do whatever he tells you to do, Charlie?" Lizzy gestured disgustedly at Will. "Why do you listen to him?"

"Because he is my best friends and besides if I ever argued with him he would kick my butt!" Charlie laughed at his own joke.

"It sure sounds like an unfair friendship to me. What right do you have to decide what's right for Charlie?" Lizzy challenged Will directly. "Do you just enjoy bossing everyone around?"

Carol came to the rescue this time and asked Will to dance. He only agreed to distance himself from Lizzy. She was yelling and ranting at him and he just sat there and admired the sharp glint of light that flashed in her eyes when she was angry. He was going insane. Carol clung tightly to him and he resolved to make this his only dance of the evening. Will watched intently as Charlie danced with Lizzy and waited to make his escape.

When their dance was over, Will grabbed a soda and leaned against the brick wall. Carol stood next to him and tracked his line of vision over to where Lizzy was dancing with Jon Webb to a swing tune. Carol was annoyed that Will had dared to ignore her all day in favor of Lizzy James. She had been patient long enough and now it was time to blow her top!

"I know that you and Lizzy will make a wonderful couple," Carol began abruptly. Will glance at her with a question in her eyes. You might want to instruct her in some personal care and fashion because she will never fit in with our old Netherfield friends. A muzzle might also be a wise investment to shut her up. But whatever you do, don't change her eyes. I mean why mess with perfection!" Carol finished sarcastically and waited eagerly for Will's angry reply.

Will thwarted her though and assented calmly, "You are right, Carol. Her eyed are perfect!"

Carol stomped off furious that she had not succeeded in making Will dislike Lizzy James. She would need a new plan to win Will Darcy back!

Will berated himself for upsetting Carol, but why didn't she get a clue? He just wasn't interested. Besides, there is nothing more unattractive than a desperate female. Carol should take lessons from Lizzy on how to play hard to get!

Chapter 11

The lock-in wrapped up with a massive game of Twister. Twelve boards were laid out on the floor of the commons and people began pulling their shoes off. Jane was given the job of manning the spinner and calling out directions. Charlie immediately decided that she needed a "helper" and he claimed the chair beside her.

Lizzy had just toed off her Nikes when she heard Carol calling to her.

"Lizzy, will you please come play over her by me?" Carol asked sweetly.

Lizzy couldn't think of a kind way to refuse so she joined Carol. Her mind was busy however trying to figure out what Carol was up to.

Carol's new strategy was to use Lizzy as a lure to get Will to pay attention to her. Lizzy quickly caught on to Carol's plan when Carol proceeded to call out to Will who was leaning against the wall again.

"Will," Carol crooned, "come and join us!"

"That would spoil your plan," Will taunted.

"What do you mean?" Carol asked flirtatiously.

"Carol, I think we should just leave Will alone," Lizzy suggested.

"No. I demand to know what you meant, Will," Carol insisted.

"I can check both of you out much better from over here!" Will replied smugly.

Carol's mouth dropped open in simulated and over exaggerated shock. "How should we punish him, Lizzy?"

"Oh, that's easy!" Lizzy laughed. "We simply tease and laugh at him. Surely, you know his weaknesses!"

"Laugh at Will? He is perfect!" Carol asserted.

"Perfect?" Lizzy said with a lifted right eyebrow.

"No one is perfect, but I do try to avoid common flaws," Will said defensively.

"Flaws like being stuck up and arrogant, perhaps?"

"Yes. I hate snobs, but confidence and pride are hardly flaws. I prefer to view them as strengths. My biggest character flaw is probably my temper. Once you lose my good opinion it is lost forever."

"That is a huge flaw, but I cannot laugh or joked about it," Lizzy said seriously.

"Every person has flaws."

"Your flaw is to dislike everyone!" Lizzy accused.

"And yours is to judge people before you really know them!" Will retorted sharply.

Carol was frustrated that Lizzy James had once again managed to steal Will's attention. Carol ended the argument by observing, "Oh, Look. The game is beginning."

Lizzy vented her frustration with Will Darcy on her neighbors. She did quite well until Jon Webb pulled her over. Will watched the feisty brunette with fascination.

Chapter 12

Posted on Saturday, 16 February 2002

Lizzy turned the key in Old Blue's ignition, cranked up the radio, and swung out of her parking spot. The lock-in had finally wrapped up around 9:00 and then the clean up had begun. The clock on the radio now read 10:30 and Lizzy was anxious to get home and sleep the afternoon away. Band Camp was officially over and she was anxious to begin the new school year and establish a regular routine. Reflecting back on the week, Lizzy was pleased with the progress that the band had made and was excited for the coming season. In fact, things would have been perfect if a certain arrogant trumpet player had stayed out of her way. Lizzy was pleased that Charlie was interested in Jane, but she would have happily sent the other Netherfield transfers back where they belonged. However, she was a section leader and that position meant that she was responsible for promoting band unity. She resolved to try to be pleasant to the new band members, but the image of Will Darcy's smug smirk and saucy wink dominated her thoughts. This irritated Lizzy and she became determined to banish him from her thoughts completely.

Will Darcy was also relieved that the lock-in was over. Will flipped on his turn signal and turned the volume up as one of his favorite oldies came on. The song helped banish the gloomy mood he had been in. Will sighed deeply. He had spent enough time and energy on the band this week. He wanted distance from one individual in particular. He was intrigued and attracted by Lizzy James. He knew that Carol already suspected that he liked Lizzy. He would have to be very careful to conceal his feelings. Carol hated Lizzy. That was obvious even to Will. Carol could easily tease and torment both himself and Lizzy and she wouldn't hesitate to do it. Will resolved to avoid the horn section leader as much as possible.

Connie Garrett left the lock-in disappointed. She had only successfully matched Jane and Charlie. Her four other favorites still didn't have boyfriends. Her grand plans for Lizzy and Will Darcy had flopped, but she couldn't blame Lizzy for that mishap. Even Jane and Charlie weren't moving along quickly enough to please her. This state of events was intolerable to Connie and she vowed to work her tail off to fix it. Connie was determined that all five girls would have steady boyfriends by the end of the year.

Mr. Bennet was exhausted after the events of the week. He quickly locked his office, flipped off the lights, and rushed home to his own family.

Chapter 13

"Connie, I hope you haven't worked on the drill too much because a new guard member will be arriving at rehearsal this afternoon." This how Mr. Bennet opened the conversation in his office Monday morning.

Connie's mouth dropped open in shock. "What do you mean, Bennet? I didn't know that anyone was coming!"

"Your new guard member is a young man and a complete stranger," Bennet continued calmly.

"A guy? A stranger? Well, that IS a surprise! What is he like?" Connie asked already plotting which girl she would try to set up with this new arrival.

"I have never met him. In fact, I only received his email this weekend. Would you like to read it?"

"Of course, Mr. Bennet!"

A few seconds later the message appeared on the monitor and Bennet pushed away from his desk so that Connie could read the email.

Mr. Bennet -

I am writing to inform you of my desire to be a part of the marching band this fall. I am moving in from out of state and have selected your program following the recommendation of my private instructor, Cathleen DeBree. She decided that Hertfordshire High is the perfect place to improve my skills, but also a place where I may be an asset and to the development of the program. I have been studying under Ms. DeBree for four years and have truly benefited from her genius and natural talent. I have trained especially hard on my rifle and saber skills. I hope that you will be able to find a place for someone of my rather amazing abilities in your guard. I will show up for rehearsal Monday, August 26th at 2:15pm. I look forward to meeting you then.

Wayne Collins

"He seems polite," Bennet observed, "and he must be decent if DeBree trained him."

"Yes, I suppose so, Bennet."

"Well, we will see this afternoon."

News about the new guard member spread quickly through the band like all news does. People began predicting what this new arrival would be like, but no one was sure what to expect. Jane, Lizzy, Mary, Kitty, and Lydia all gathered to chat on the field before practice began. Jane, Lizzy, and Mary were discussing Jane's minor injury and the expected arrival of Wayne Collins, but Lydia and Kitty were completely distracted by the football players stretching on the adjacent field.

At exactly 2:15pm, a young man stepped through the gate and onto the field. One hundred and thirty-two heads turned in his direction. Bennet, Connie, and Bill Lucas walked over to welcome him and to introduce themselves. Wayne Collins had shaggy brown hair, a rather plump frame, and a sheen of sweat covered his face and neck. His manners were very formal as he greeted the director, the guard instructor, and the drum major.

"Mr. Bennet. I am so gratified to be part of your magnificent program that was recommended so highly by my instructor Ms. DeBree. It is truly an honor to be here, Sir."

"Thank you, Wayne," Bennet replied uncertainly. He didn't know what to make of the teenager in front of him. "Perhaps, you would introduce him to some of the band, Bill?" Bennet suggested eager for rehearsal to begin.

Bill reluctantly took on this responsibility and directed Wayne toward the clustered sections.

"I am so excited to meet all of my new fellow band and guard members. I am quite enraptured. However, I would especially like to meet female band members if you get the idea, Billy. They are all so fine!" Collins said with a lustful leer and a sickening smile

Bill Lucas cringed at the use of that hated nickname and also at the idea of Wayne Collins dating any of the band or guard girls. There was just something creepy about the guy, but he made the necessary introductions.

Connie had overheard Wayne's last comment and was glad that she had finally found a willing guy for her match making schemes. She wouldn't waste any time granting his wish for a female companion.

By the end of rehearsal, Lizzy had come to several conclusions about Wayne Collins. A) He was utterly devoted to Ms. Debree and could not complete a sentence without mentioning her name, B) He was a stalking pervert desperate to get a girlfriend, and C) he sweated more than anyone she had ever met. Needless to say, Lizzy was not impressed.

Chapter 14

Bennet walked out of his office and observed that the ritual before school bonding in the band room had begun. Students had gathered to store instruments, gobble down a quick breakfast, discuss the latest gossip, and to finish last minute homework. Bennet saw Collins inching towards a cluster of girls under the encouragement of Connie. Bennet resolved to rescue the helpless female teens by calling out to Collins. Collins turned immediately to answer his new director. Besides, he truly tried to understand each of his students and this would be a good opportunity to begin deciphering Collin's character. Bennet's mind rushed to find a topic that would engage Collins. It came to Bennet like a flash of light.

"Collins, why don't you tell me about your training with DeBree?" Indeed, Bennet had selected the perfect topic.

Collins enthusiastically began to describe his lessons with Cathleen in great detail. In fact, he was so exact that Bennet was forced to fight back a yawn of boredom. Collins was certainly an unusual young man. Collins was so thrilled with the opportunity to praise DeBree and he happily enumerated the favors and tips that DeBree had bestowed on him. Collins eyes scanned the room beyond Bennet and often settled on a female form. Bennet was a little disturbed by Wayne's behavior and his obvious attention toward the band girls, but Collins didn't notice and continued to describe how DeBree had corrected his catching technique down to the last minuscule detail. Bennet noticed Lizzy listening to their conversation and rolling her eyes at Collins Finally, Collins' monologue was interrupted by a question from Connie.

" Now Ms. DeBree is a widow, Collins. Does she have any family?"

"Yes, she has one daughter. Ann is a cellist and remarkably talented."

"Is she pretty?" Connie questioned hoping that Collins did not already have a girlfriend.

"She is a charming girl. She is just as talented and beautiful as her mother. However, she is a diabetic which brings many challenges to her life."

"What school does she attend?" Connie pressed.

"Unfortunately, she is forced to have private tutors because of her health. I told Ms. DeBree that by keeping Ann at home she is robbing the world of a true jewel of talent and beauty!" At this point Collins turned to address Bennet again. "I confess that I am quite a ladies man, Sir"

Mr. Bennet politely refrained from laughing and encouraged Collins in this topic change. "Lucky for you, Wayne, that you have such a gift. Do you make up your pick-up lines on the spot or rehearse them ahead of time?"

"I try to be spontaneous, of course, but occasionally I create lists of compliments to be used in various situations."

Connie looked pleased with her new prey and Bennet was relieved that Wayne was as absurd as he had predicted. Bennet had been nervous about Collins intentions to get a girlfriend. However, he now realized that Wayne would not be a danger to the girls and merely a simple nuisance.

The conversation was closed when Lydia and Kitty began to sigh about the football players in their red practices uniforms. Lizzy and Jane were discussing their Trig homework and Mary was content perusing The Communist Manifesto, which she deemed to be light leisure reading. Collins resumed his intent survey of prospective females in the room. Bennet motioned to Connie and retreated back into his office. A few minutes later the bell rang and the band room emptied as students rushed off to first period.

Chapter 15

Wayne Collins was an absurd young man with no common sense whatsoever. Wayne came from a broken home and had been raised solely by his reclusive father. Needless to say, Wayne lacked basic social skills and any meaningful relationships or friendships. Then Cathleen DeBree had taken Collins into her program. In Collins, she found a malleable youth that would obey her every command with reverence. Collins behavior boosted Ms. DeBree's already incredible large ego. On the other hand, Collins was very proud of his affiliation with Ms. DeBree and loved to brag about her many talents. He was now determined to find a girlfriend in the band to help him adjust to a new school. It was his greatest wish and had been recommended by DeBree herself, which amplified the importance of this goal. After meeting the female band members yesterday afternoon he was pleasantly encouraged by the large number of single ladies. He immediately began to assess the ladies to narrow his options of which girl would have the honor of becoming his girl friend. Collins was sure of his success. What female could not want to be associated with Ms. DeBree? What female would choose to remain single when they could have a boyfriend?

After an extensive survey of his options, Wayne Collins decided that Jane Wilson would become his girlfriend. Collins began to flirt with Jane and followed her around devotedly. Jane was too kind to tell Collins off and merely blushed at his outrageous comments. Collins took this as encouragement and believed that he and Jane would be going out by the end of the week.

Connie Garrett watched this development with concern. Jane and Charlie were to pair up and Collins was meant for one of the other girls. Connie was going to have to redirect Wayne's attentions. Connie cornered Wayne in the guard room after school as he was preparing to head out to the field for practice.

"Wayne, could I talk to you for a second?" Connie asked cautiously.

"Of course, I would be delighted to talk to my talented guard instructor!" Collins crooned.

"I have noticed that you have been hanging around Jane Wilson a lot. I thought I should let you know that I think she will be dating another young man in a very short time. However, there many other single girls in the band that are just waiting for a boyfriend."

"Thank you, Ms. Garrett, for your kind concern. I will certainly not go after Jane if she has already given her heart to someone else. You are right that there are many other attractive girls here at Hertfordshire. I am not discouraged," Collins assured Connie with a smile.

Connie was delighted that she had not halted Collins from his quest for a girlfriend. Indeed, Collin's quest was not hindered at all. He simply moved on to his second choice, Lizzy James.

Lizzy sank down to her usual seat at the lunch table thrilled that is was Friday and that she had the weekend to look forward to. She pulled her turkey sandwich out of the bag, pulled the tab on her Coke, and began to her habitual stirring of her Yoplait key lime yogurt. Lizzy was peaceful despite the constant hum of conversation in the Commons. Lizzy felt someone sit in the seat beside her. She turned with a smile expecting to see Jane, but her smile quickly faded when she saw Wayne Collins eyeing her with a slimy leer.

Collins quickly forced Lizzy into a discussion of Cathleen DeBree's training practices. Lizzy made the necessary responses, but she searched for an escape in vain. Jane took pity on Lizzy now that she was obviously the focus of Wayne's attentions and joined the pair with Lydia, Kitty, and Mary following close behind. Jane tried to distract Collins from Lizzy, but this proved to be an impossible task. Mary was content with a battered copy of War and Peace. Lydia and Kitty began to assess and rank the outfits and ensembles of the girls in the commons in search of a new fashion trend. The six students ate in relative peace until two young men strode cockily into the Commons. On of the guys was Mark Denny, Lydia's football hero. Lydia spotted him immediately and called out to him loudly with her mouth still full of potato chips. The scene Lydia had made humiliated Lizzy and Jane. Mary just rolled her eyes and then returned them to the page. Kitty sighed admiringly at the young men.

Denny really had no choice, but to respond to Lydia's summons if he wanted to keep his annoying, but flattering freshman slave. He approached the table and the other guy followed behind him. Denny began the necessary introductions.

"This is George Wickham, our new receiver. Wickham, let me introduce, Jane, Lizzy, Mary, Kitty, and....Lydia. They are all members of the marching band here."

Lydia and Kitty were thrilled to hear that George was a football player. He was already cute, but they were sure that he would look positively hot in his red uniform. Mary didn't even look up from her book. Jane rushed to politely introduce Wayne to the other two guys.

Lizzy curiously studied George Wickham trying to decipher what kind of guy he was. He was of an average height, with straight black hair, dark eyes, and a sly half smile. He also seemed to be relatively humble and polite compared to most of the football team. George caught Lizzy staring at him and caught her eyes with his. "He certainly is cute," Lizzy thought.

Lizzy musings were cut short when Lydia nudged Jane and whispered loudly, "Jane, here comes Charlie!" Charlie was walking with Will Darcy. Charlie happily approached the table and began to chat with Jane. Will Darcy hung back from the group and Lizzy shot him a mocking and amused glance. Will didn't react at all. Lizzy quickly turned back to Wickham. However, Wickham had followed Lizzy gaze and turned around to see Darcy. Lizzy watched as the two guys made eye contact and Wickham nodded to Will. Lizzy observed that George had gone very pale. Will's jaw was clenched and his face was growing red. He turned quickly and angrily stalked down the band hallway. Lizzy wondered what she had witnessed here, but kept her thoughts to herself.

Denny and Wickham eventually joined the rest of the jocks at another table and Charlie left to find Darcy. Even Collins excused himself to visit the bathroom. The girls were blissfully alone and able to talk openly. Mary read quietly accompanied by the whisper of turning pages. Lydia and Kitty launched into a discussion on Wickham that complete focused on his physical charms. Lizzy turned away in disgust at their shallowness and told Jane about what she had witnessed between George Wickham and Will Darcy. Jane thought that Lizzy was imagining things, but Lizzy knew what she had seen. George Wickham and Will Darcy had a history and she was determined to find out what it was!

Chapter 16

Posted on Sunday, 17 March 2002

Lizzy was curled up the back booth of Pibbyn's sipping a huge chocolate-mint shake with her world history textbook propped in her lap. Lizzy often used Pibbyn's as a refuge from her crazy life. She was absorbed in the conquests of Alexander the Great when the bell above the entrance rang out. A few moments later someone slid into the bench across from her.

"Hello Lizzy James," George Wickham said softly with a lazy grin.

Lizzy started shocked that this handsome football star had even remembered her name.

She finally found the breath to respond, "Hello George Wickham".

"What are you doing? I hope I am not interrupting anything important."

"No, I was just reading for Klenger's history class. So how have you enjoyed your first few days at Hertfordshire High?"

"Very much," he quickly assured her. "It is a little awkward being new, but it will settle down. At least I came at the beginning of the year. I understand that the band has several new students this year as well." His eyebrows were slightly raised in enquiry.

"Yes. Charlie Bing, his sisters, Carol and Heather, Heather's boyfriend, Heath Hurst, and then Will Darcy." Lizzy watched closely to see if Wickham would react to the mention of Will Darcy's name. Wickham did not disappoint her. His brown wrinkled in consternation.

"Do you know Will Darcy very well?" George continued cautiously.

"No, I only met him at band camp. He is supposed to be quite a talented trumpet player."

"Yes, he is an excellent musician. I have heard him play many times. In fact, I have known him for a long time."

Lizzy eyes opened in shock and she felt her jaw slightly drop. Wickham took this as a sign to continue and he didn't hesitate.

"I know that you are surprised, Lizzy, but I know that you saw the looks that we shot each other in the Commons yesterday."

"I confess that I did notice the dirty looks and they DID made me curious," Lizzy admitted.

"Have you had a chance to get to know Darcy?" Wickham questioned.

"As much as I ever want to know him. I met him two weeks ago, but I already think he is extremely arrogant and stuck up."

"I am glad to hear you say that, but most people like Darcy."

"You are wrong, George. He has not made many friends at Hertfordshire and he has hurt and insulted tons of people with his cruel comments and unbelievable pride!" Lizzy argued.

"I feel bad for the people who have been hurt, but I am not sorry for Darcy. Normally, Will Darcy is automatically loved and worshipped for his talent and money, or he just frightens people with his bad attitude and unfriendly personality. People rarely see Will Darcy as what he truly is."

"Please excuse me for being pushy, but how do you know Will Darcy?" Lizzy queried.

Wickham took a deep breath and began his story. "Darcy and I grew up together across the street from each other and our families were extremely close. Will's father died when he was eleven and our friendship grew even stronger as I helped Will through this tough time. The summer before eighth grade my father was transferred out of state and my family forced to move. I hated the idea of leaving all of my friends, so I begged my father to allow me to stay behind. The Darcy's agreed to let me live with them for a year. The plan was that I would finish junior high and then join my family to start high school in Pennsylvania. At first, the arrangement worked out great. I felt comfortable in my adopted household and I grew even closer to Mrs. Darcy and Georgie. In fact, Mrs. Darcy loved to spoil me and Georgie followed me everywhere. Will grew very jealous that I was distracting them from paying attention to him. Our friendship became strained and we barely talked at all. My best friend had turned into a stranger. Finally, Darcy demanded that I leave. Mrs. Darcy regretfully consented because she was afraid that if she refused Will would run away or move out. Mrs. Darcy had always been a very sweet and compliant woman and she found herself unable to say no to her son. Three days later I was on a plane headed toward Pennsylvania."

At this point George's voice became choked with emotion Lizzy saw tear in his eyes. Lizzy felt her heart break for George and she wanted to do something to help. Lizzy knew that boys hate to cry and that he was probably embarrassed so she turned away as George collected himself.

"I hate Will Darcy! What a horrible, cruel thing to do especially to his best friend!" Lizzy thought.

George continued with his story.

"I was forced to leave and I had no time to say goodbye to any of my friends. Needless to say, I was pretty depressed and my grades suffered. I did not adjust well and hated living in Pennsylvania. During my freshman year in high school, my father pushed me to try out for the football team. I was shocked to make the varsity squad, but being part of the team pulled me out of my depression and I began to make friends again. Then this summer my father was able to move back here again with his job. See, things have turned out just fine. Please, don't feel sorry for me Lizzy."

George sniffed and finished with a smile as he reached for Lizzy's hand, but Lizzy was too upset for handholding.

"I didn't think that Will Darcy was that cruel! How could he betray you like that? You were best friends?" Lizzy shook her head in disgust. She felt terrible that this huge football player was almost in tears. Lizzy was fumbling in her purse to fins a Kleenex for George when another thought entered her head.

"Poor Charlie. He cannot know Will's true personality," Lizzy reasoned.

"Probably not," Wickham agreed, "Will can be friendly and nice when he wants to be and it pays off."

"How can you talk about this so calmly? You must be furious! I would be!"

"I have had time to adjust to the situation. Besides, Will is not completely bad."

"Is Georgie like her older brother?"

"Well, I told you that we were very close, but when it came down to it she sided with her brother. I think she was probably scared away from me. I must admit that her rejection hurt me just as deeply as Will's did.

Lizzy was so intent on what Wickham had just finished telling her that she didn't hear the bell signal the arrival of another person. However, Wickham watched Wayne Collins check out Lizzy and then strut to the cash register to order.

"I understand that Collins, the new guard member, is taking private lessons from Cathleen DeBree," Wickham observed.

"Yes. That is correct and he raves about her constantly," Lizzy grumbled and rolled her eyes.

"That is quite amusing," Wickham chuckled. "Ms. DeBree is Will Darcy's aunt you know."

"I didn't know that! The famous Ms. DeBree!"

"Yes indeed! If Will and her daughter, Ann, had been born about two hundred years ago they would have had an arranged marriage. That visual image of the two of them together at the altar never fails to make me laugh."

Lizzy joined in his laughter and smiled brightly at the handsome guy across the table. "I have never liked a football player so much!" Lizzy mused. The pleasant meeting was interrupted by Wayne Collins who slid into the booth beside Lizzy and immediately began a monologue on Cathleen DeBree. Lizzy shifted as far away from Wayne as the booth allowed and braced herself for a long wait.

Chapter 17

Lizzy grabbed the cordless phone and shut the door to her room. Her fingers quickly dialed Jane's number and she paced as she waited for someone to answer.

"Hello," Jane voice said sweetly.

"Hey, Jane. This is Lizzy. Do you have time to talk?"

"Of course, I always have time to talk to you. What's wrong? You sound upset."

"I ran into George Wickham at Pibbyn's this afternoon and he told me some news that has me upset and unsure."

"Okay, I'm listening," Jane assured her friend.

The whole story poured out at a very rapid pace. Jane was forced to ask quite a few questions to understand Lizzy's convoluted and irate account.

"Jane, what am I going to do?" Lizzy finished with a moan.

"Maybe the whole thing was a big misunderstanding that can be fixed," Jane suggested hopefully.

Lizzy managed to laugh lightly at Jane's suggestion. "That would be ideal, but it is highly unlikely. Someone must be responsible!"

"Fine. Mock me, but Lizzy think of how mean and selfish Will Darcy must be if it is really true. I can't believe that Will would purposely hurt his best friend like that. Why would Charlie even be Will's friend? I still think that there must be some kind of communication problem or horrible misunderstanding."

"Charlie would be nice to anyone! Why would George Wickham make up such a huge elaborate lie? He was very open and sincere in his feelings. Jane, he even cried in front of me! If Wickham is lying than Will Darcy can come out and contradict him. However, I think the Wickham was telling the truth!"

"It is a tough situation, Lizzy. I don't know what to think."

"Excuse me, but I know exactly what to think!"

"Lizzy, you are upset and angry. Why don't you relax and we can talk about this calmly tomorrow. You called me for advice, but you aren't even listening to me. I don't want the two of us to fight about this. Ok?"

"I am sorry, Jane. I just needed to vent. It isn't your fault and I took my frustrations out on you. Thanks for being such a good friend. I'll see you before school in the band room. Have a good night."

"Bye, Lizzy."

Lizzy turned off the phone and flopped back on her bed to replay her conversation with George Wickham in her head.

An hour later when she was called down to dinner, Lizzy's opinion on the dilemma was unchanged. Will Darcy was guilty. In Lizzy's mind, it was just that simple.

Lizzy and Jane never did discuss the Wickham and Darcy issue again because life at Hertfordshire High became absolute chaos. The massive distraction began when the posters for the homecoming dance went up. Suddenly all other topics of conversation were banned. For two weeks, life was the dance. The name of your date, the color of your dress, and your dinner reservation were suddenly vital and life changing pieces of information. Couples became even clingier and singles felt even lonelier. Desperate souls began to scan the faces around them for a prospective date. It was thrilling to be part of it all, but miserable to be left out.

Bob Bennet and Connie Garrett had both agreed to chaperon the dance. Connie had jumped at the chance and had practically forced Bennet to sign-up. Bob Bennet hated Homecoming week. It distracted the students. Either they were floating on cloud nine or they were trudging through the pits of ultimate despair. On top of that, he had to organize the band to play at the pep rally. He hated pep rallies with a vengeance. No one ever listened to the band anyway. The students were to busy screaming, crowd surfing, and throwing fish at the freshmen section to even hear the school fight song. The only benefit of Homecoming Week was the practice run through of the show during half time at the football game. The run through would the band a chance to perform in front of a crowd before the county competition. Homecoming should be abolished.

Mary Todd despised Homecoming and planned to spend the evening alone with Machiavelli, a pint of Ben and Jerry's Cherry Garcia ice cream, and her greyhound, Toby. That was paradise to Mary.

Wayne Collins was going to the dance to promote his quest for a girlfriend. He was still determined to have Elizabeth James fill this position. Collins detested the name Lizzy and preferred to refer to his future girlfriend with the moral formal Elizabeth. Collins hoped that the romantic atmosphere of the dance would induce Elizabeth to dance with him. Now if he could only learn to dance in less than a week everything would be perfect.

Lydia and Kitty were bursting with enthusiastic anticipation. They were going to the dance with a large group of friends (mainly girls). They were not ashamed of going stag because that meant that they would be free to hit on ALL of the guys. However, Lydia had her eyes on one particular football player.

Carol was obsessed with her plans for the dance. She had four appointments for her hair, nails, massage, and make-up. She had purchased a designer dress with a matching wrap. Even her shoes and handbag had been dyed to match her ensemble. It was a lengthy and exhausting process to prepare for such a major event. No detail was too small to be overlooked. All of her effort would pay off. After Saturday night Will Darcy would be madly in love with her! At least, that is what Carol hoped.

Will Darcy was only going to the dance to get Bing to shut up. Charlie just wouldn't leave him alone. Will knew that he would just spend the evening trying to hide from Carol. Will could only think of one consolation. He could spend the three hours in the undisturbed observation of Lizzy James.

Carrie Lyons waited hopefully for someone to ask her to the dance. She was a nice and pretty girl, yet she had never gone to a dance. However, this year she was determined to go with or without a date. Nothing was going to stop Carrie Lyons from going to the Homecoming Dance.

Lizzy James was feeling remarkably apathetic toward the dance. At least, that is what she told everyone. Since her encounter with George Wickham, Lizzy had resolutely avoided acknowledging that Will Darcy even existed on the face of the planet. She had also found herself admiring George Wickham more as the days passed. She scolded herself for developing a stupid crush on a football player, but her feelings persisted. Lizzy decided to go to the dance to hang out with her friends and to enjoy herself. However in the back of her mind, she hoped that George Wickham would be there and that he would ask her dance. This hope refused to be squashed or banished by her internal scolding.

Jane suspected Lizzy's crush on George Wickham, but was simply too distracted to discuss the issue with her friend. Charlie Bing demanded much of Jane's attention lately. Charlie had shyly asked Jane to be his date for the dance. Jane blushed until she looked like a tomato, but happily accepted Bing's invitation. Jane's mind and heart were in turmoil with nervousness and expectation at the approaching dance.

Homecoming was coming. Ready or not?

Chapter 18

The lights were dim, the air was steaming, and the bass for the speakers made the room vibrate in time with the beat. Lizzy paid for her ticket and began to wade through the picture lines at the top of the stairs. She waved hello to her friends and knew that Jane was already there when she spotted Charlie Bing's curly head close to the front of the massive line. Lizzy pushed her way to the railing overlooking the Commons and scanned the crowd. Streamers and balloons cluttered the room tangled amid the writhing teens on the dance floor. Lizzy was searching for a specific muscular frame topped with dark hair. "He must not be here," she sighed internally. However, Lizzy refused to give up hope and continued to look out for George as she began to cautiously walk toward the top of the central staircase. Lizzy had to be careful because her new strappy shoes were extra high and she was afraid of toppling off of them. Lizzy slowly made her way down the stairs unaware that she was being intently observed by a figure in the shadows by the pop machines.

Will Darcy leaned against the vending machine that exclusively peddled Pepsi products and heaved a deep sigh. He had immediately taken up this position after arriving at the dance about fifteen minutes ago. It was an ideal spot. It was dark, hidden in a corner, and no one could approach him without his knowledge. "Yes, an ideal spot for avoiding Carol!" Will congratulated himself happily. "And also a wonderful spot for the subtle, but intense observation of Lizzy James." Will pulled at his tie and shifted his right leg that had fallen asleep. He longed to be at home sprawled across his bed watching his favorite movie, "The Patriot", but he had promised Charlie that he would come and Will never broke his word. A pair of giggling girls walked by and brazenly checked him out. "Mindless females!" Will growled under his breath. Will was busy counting the things he hated about Hertfordshire High when his head jerked to attention and the air whooshed out of his lungs. Lizzy James was standing at the top of the stairs! She looked absolutely beautiful! Her curls had been swept up in a cascading ponytail, but a few wispy pieces were left loose to frame her face. Her eyes looked luminous and her face was lightly flushed from the warmth of the air. Her simple green princess line dress was suspended on narrow straps. Silver jewelry hung from her ears, her right wrist, and around her neck. The emerald fabric smoothly enveloped her slender curves and fell to the floor. Will's eyes followed her legs and finally halted at the strappy black sandals that stretched over her varnished toes. She was moving slowly and cautiously, but energy still seemed to radiate from her eyes and form. Will's gaze remained locked on Lizzy until the crowd at the base of the stairs surrounded her. Will took a deep breath and was forced to leave his peaceful refuge in search of a cool drink.

Having reached the ground in safety, Lizzy immediately headed towards the entrance to the music hallway. It was tradition that the band members would gather here to enjoy the dance. Lizzy was struggling to navigate through the masses of people when she felt a light touch on her shoulder. She turned and was surprised to see Mark Denny behind her.

"Hello Mark," Lizzy smiled and looked at Mark with a question in her eyes.

"Hello Lizzy," Denny correctly interpreted Lizzy's expression. "You look hot tonight. Wickham wanted me to tell you that he was sorry that he couldn't come tonight."

Immediately Lizzy felt her heart crash to her toes.

"That's too bad." Lizzy said quietly. Denny observed that the sparkle in her eyes was dampened with her obvious disappointment.

"Yes, It is, but I think he was trying to avoid causing a scene." Denny cast a dark glare over her shoulder toward the drinking fountain where Will Darcy was now standing.

Lizzy followed Denny's gaze and could just see the top of Will's head above the swarm of people. Lizzy was shocked to find that Will had even come to the dance. "Probably Charlie's influence," Lizzy guessed correctly.

Lizzy's gaze returned to Denny when Lydia came up, planted a kiss on Denny's cheek, and physically dragged him to the dance floor.

"Goodbye Lizzy. It looks like I am going to dance." Denny called out as Lydia wrapped herself in his embrace.

Lizzy was disgusted and ashamed by Lydia's behavior, but Denny looked hilarious with a fuchsia lipstick smudge adorning his cheek. Lizzy shook her head and resumed her slow progress toward the music hallway.

Lizzy finally reached the double doors to the music hallway and had just nodded her hello to Mr. Bennet and Connie Garrett when she heard the sound of someone clearing their throat to her left. Lizzy turned politely and saw Wayne Collins leering at her. Collins was decked out in a paisley bow tie and plaid sweater vest. His slacks were wrinkled and his left shoe was untied.

"Ms. Elizabeth James," he began his syrupy sweet voice, "you look positively ravishing this evening. I am quite enraptured."

Wayne cast a nervous glance at Connie for reassurance. Connie encouraged him with a gesture and Lizzy was filled with an overwhelming sense of impending doom.

"Would you do me the surreal honor of permitting me to be your partner for the following two musical selections, my fair, Elizabeth?" Collins simpered sickeningly.

Lizzy forced back her shudder of revulsion. How had he managed to turn a simple question into twenty-three-word sentence? She was cornered with no way out! She longed to tell Wayne off. No one, but no one called her Elizabeth without her permission! Lizzy's mind raced to think of a way to refuse Collins, but then she saw Connie Garrett's gleeful smile and gave up hope. Connie Garrett was determined that Lizzy and Wayne were going to be a couple. Refusing to dance with Collins would just make Connie more determined in her matchmaking. Lizzy nodded her head in sorrowful defeat. Wayne eagerly clutched her delicate hand in his flabby, sweaty one so she couldn't escape. Lizzy immediately felt like hurling her guts.

The DJ began to play the traditional dance tune, "Electric Slide". Lizzy immediately loved the man! She wouldn't have to come in physical contact with Wayne! Wayne did not recognize the tune and tried to pull Lizzy into his arms. Lizzy reacted quickly and pushed away.

"Collins! This is a line dance!" Lizzy stated shortly.

"Oh! A thousand apologies my charming Elizabeth. I am mortified."

"Just dance, Collins." Lizzy ordered.

It became evident quite quickly that Wayne Collins did not know how to dance the Electric Slide. Lizzy would have enjoyed chuckling at his clumsy crashes and collisions if she had merely been watching and not his partner. Lizzy rotated a quarter turn, scuffed her right foot, and repeated the step pattern again. Wayne missed the turn and ran directly into the chest of Courtney Brink, the head cheerleader. Wayne immediately halted to apologize profusely and initiated a domino effect that cascaded down the row of dancers behind him.

"This way Collins," Lizzy called out. Wayne turned and followed the voice of his beloved Elizabeth.

It was at this point that Lizzy heard a low rumble of chuckling coming from the general direction of the pop machine. Lizzy's eyes flashed in anger. Someone was laughing at her and her predicament! It wasn't her fault! Lizzy executed another quarter turn and scuff combination while her eyes sharply probed the figure in the shadows beside the Pepsi machine. It was Will Darcy!

After his drink, Will had seen Carol heading in his general direction. She was wearing some skimpy orange shimmery creation. She located him immediately and Will was forced to retreat back to his sanctuary in the shadows. Will pressed him body back against the wall and prayed that Carol wouldn't find him. He held perfectly still until he saw her pass by completely mystified as to where he had gone. Will rejoiced in his successful hiding place! Will's spot also gave him a commanding view of the floor. He had watched in horrified amusement as Collins asked Lizzy to dance. It was remarkably entertaining! For the first time, William Thomas Darcy was enjoying himself at a dance!

When Collins crashed directly into a well-endowed female, Will let his laughter free. He just couldn't help himself. Then the dancers turned and Will met Lizzy's eyes. She shot him a look that didn't need an explanation. The expression in her eyes was murderous. Will halted his laughing immediately and his grin vanished, but he didn't break eye contact. Lizzy keep moving in the dance steps, but their gazes remained locked. They were having a staring contest in the middle of the dance. The prizes were respect and the simple thrill of victory. Will was thoroughly enjoying himself.

Lizzy attacked Will with her best "I am going to kill you" look. Normally, it worked on guys, but Will stared back without flinching. "Well, at least I got him to stop laughing," she thought. Lizzy kept her eyes fixed on Will's. She stubbornly refused to lose this silent battle. Lizzy inspected her adversary. "He looks good," she grudgingly admitted, "really good!" He was wearing a classic charcoal suit and his burgundy tie hung a little crookedly which only added to his charm. Lizzy longed to walk over and straighten it for him. "Whoa girl! This is Will! Will Darcy! You hate the guy! Remember that! Remember what he did to Wickham!" Lizzy silently reprimanded herself. Lizzy was relieved when it came time to turn. Lizzy gratefully extracted her eyes from Will's steady gaze and concentrated on the dance steps.

Finally, the song ended. Collins came to her side panting and wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his sleeve. The only positive aspect of his condition was that he couldn't talk because he was short of breath. A slow song came on and Lizzy changed her mind and rashly decided that she hated the DJ. Lizzy cringed as Collins clasped her hand again and pulled her into a very formal dance position. Wayne's stance was stiff and he kept his eyes on his feet as they moved in a very tight circle. Lizzy almost cried out in pain when Wayne stomped heavily on her foot. This was pure torture. The feeling of Wayne's hands on her hand and back just creeped her out! Collin's tried to pull her closer, but Lizzy pulled back just as hard. Lizzy lost count how many times her feet were mashed by Wayne's plodding steps. She tried to pass the time by watching the other dancers beyond Wayne's shoulder. Lizzy was occupying herself this way when she saw two dark eyes peering at her out of the darkness. She could feel Will's eyes on her and found his attention disconcerting. However, Collins reclaimed her attention when his hands began wandering from their appropriate positions. Lizzy restrained him and paid diligent attention to the hands of her partner for the remainder of the song.

When the song ended, Lizzy turned away from Collins and limped to a chair against the wall to nurse her wounded feet. Lizzy collapsed in the chair, slipped off her shoes, and rubbed her tender feet. Lizzy saw a pair of black flats enter her field of view and she looked up to find that Carrie Lyons had joined her.

"How are you doing Lizzy?"

"Fine, if I can just revive my feet again."

"Yes, I saw you with Collins. He isn't a very good dancer is he?"

"That's the understatement of the year!" Lizzy snorted.

"Bing and Jane make a very cute couple? Has he asked her out yet?" Carrie pushed.

"I don't think so."

"Well, maybe Jane should ask him out," Carrie suggested.

"Surely you don't mean that, Carrie?" Lizzy giggled apprehensively.

"Why not? It is a new millennium."

"Well, I don't think that is Jane's style."

"So what about you and Will Darcy? Any sparks there?"

"Are you crazy! I hate him more than ever. Wait until you hear what I heard about him!" Lizzy quickly launched into Wickham's story. Lizzy rushed on and then finally finished with a gasp.

"Are you sure that it is true?"

"Of course, it's true Carrie! Will Darcy bragged to me himself about his arrogance and temper. I am.....," Lizzy's voice trailed off when Carrie shot her a look.

Will Darcy was standing directly in front of her peering down with those relentless brown eyes.

"Would you dance with me, Lizzy?" Will asked crisply.

Lizzy's mind was completely blank. Before she could gather the few thoughts that were scattering away she mumbled, "yes".

Will turned and strode away.

Lizzy's mind and tongue rapidly recovered. "Why could I not refuse?" she asked angrily.

"I bet he is a great dancer and if not he certainly is hot!" Connie observed.

"Shut up, Carrie! I wouldn't care if he were a Tom Cruise look-a-like! I would still hate him!" Lizzy leaned over and slipped her shoes back on. She stood up, straightened her dress, and waited for the next song to begin.

Will approached Lizzy, gently took her hand, and guided her to an open area. Lizzy was surprised when a small shiver of surprise ran down her spine in response to Will's touch. Compared to Wayne's slimy hand, Will's warm, dry grip was paradise! Lizzy quickly squashed that line of thought. Lizzy groaned audibly when the speakers began playing "When You Fall In Love". Will noticed the song as well and sent her a tiny smirk of amusement! Lizzy scowled back at him. Reaching the floor, Will pulled Lizzy into his arms and held her comfortably. He led with confidence and smoothly swept Lizzy along the floor. Lizzy found herself struggling to remember that she thought Will was detestable.

Will was thrilled to be holding Lizzy in his arms as they swayed in time with the music. She was even more beautiful close up and her body naturally responded to his lead. Yes, Will was very happy indeed.

They danced in silence. Lizzy began to feel awkward and decided that she must say something. Besides, Will always made her angry when he spoke and maybe conversation would banish the puzzling sensations she was feeling. Will, on the other hand, was content in his silent dream world. Finally, Lizzy gathered the courage to speak.

"This is a beautiful melody," Lizzy observed.

Will was unsure of how to respond so he remained mute.

"It is your turn to talk now, Will," Lizzy prompted. "I mentioned the song. You might talk about how may people showed up."

Will smiled and said, "I will say whatever you want me to, Lizzy."

"That will work for now. I will respond with how I prefer Homecoming to the Sweethearts Dance and then we can be quiet again."

"Do you always talk when you dance?"

"Sometimes it is better. People won't give us weird looks this way. We may also manage to have a conversation without fighting!" Lizzy retorted pertly. Yes, all her dislike for Will Darcy was coming back!

"Is that what you want or is what you THINK I want?" Will reflected that he genuinely enjoyed their verbal battles.

"Both, I expect. We are both quiet and antisocial people. We don't like to speak unless we have something remarkable to say that will make everyone stare in awe."

"That is not how I see you, Lizzy. I hope that I am not like that, but obviously you have decided that I am."

It was silent again for a few minutes.

"Do you always eat lunch in the Commons?" Will asked.

"Yes, everyday," Lizzy replied. "When you and Charlie joined us last week we had just met a new student."

Lizzy watched Will's face for a reaction. His jaw clenched and his grip tightened slightly, but his dancing didn't falter.

"George Wickham makes friends very easily, but he finds it harder to keep them."

"Yes, he lost your friendship and it dramatically changed his life."

Darcy longed to avoid this subject and was secretly relieved when Bill Lucas walked over to talk to them.

"I am so happy to see the two of you dancing together. It is excellent for band unity! You two will be great friends especially when you spend more time together when your two friends hook up!" Bill glanced over at Jane and Bing who were dancing happily completely oblivious to anyone else in the room. "Won't they make a splendid band couple? Well, I will let you get back to the dance. By the way, you guys make a cute couple yourselves!" Bill smiled like the condescending senior he was, turned, and practically bounced away.

Will studied Bing and Jane and he began to think about their relationship. "Not now Darcy," he thought and returned his focus to Lizzy.

"What were we talking about when Bill came up?" Will asked.

"We weren't talking," Lizzy replied shortly. "We have nothing to say to each other and nothing in common to talk about. Let's just stay quiet."

"But I thought you liked to talk when you are dancing," Will mocked.

Lizzy was tempted to stick her tongue out at him, but she refrained.

"How about movies? That is a fairly neutral topic. We should be able to talk about that without throwing any punches at each other." Will suggested.

"I doubt that we like the same ones".

"Well, then we can argue about our different opinions. That is more fun anyway!"

"No, I can't talk about movies when I am trying to dance because my mind wanders. However, I do have another subject! You once said that you have a terrible temper and that you never forgive anyone! You ARE careful about whom you get really angry at?" Lizzy waited anxiously for his response.

"I am."

"And you are never selfish or arrogant when deciding that?"

"I hope not. What are all these questions for?" Will demanded.

"I just want to know who the real Will Darcy is." Lizzy smiled disarmingly.

"And do you think that you know who the real Will Darcy is?"

"No. I hear so many different things that I get quite mixed up." Lizzy sighed.

"I am not surprised. Perhaps you should wait before you make any definite conclusions about my character," Will suggested.

"But I may never have another chance."

"I doubt that......., but I wouldn't want to keep you from being happy."

A few seconds later the music stopped and Will returned Lizzy to her chair.

Lizzy plopped down and glared passionately at Will Darcy's retreating back!

Jane was having the time of her life at the dance. Charlie Bing was so handsome and polite! They had danced every dance! Charlie had even held her hand! Life was great. Well, at least it was until Jane saw Lizzy sitting in chair by the wall. Her friend was obviously furious. Jane could practically see smoke coming from Lizzy's ears. "This is a bad sign," Jane thought. "Only one person can possibly make Lizzy that mad!" Jane regretfully excused herself from Charlie and went to console her friend. Unfortunately, Carol Bing beat Jane to Lizzy's side.

"Lizzy James! I hear you have a huge crush on George Wickham! Jane was talking to me about him and asking tons of questions. Wasn't I clever to figure out that you like him? Don't even try to deny it?" Carol crowed with laughter.

"I have no wish to deny it!"

"You do know that he is a football player? Don't you? Surely, you aren't thinking of dating a jock? Now don't believe everything that he tells you, Lizzy. We both know that all males lie and football players tend to be worst about it. Brawn without brains, you know. Besides, I have heard rumors about George Wickham's past relationships and drinking habits. Something with my Will actually... I don't know all the details, but really, a football player?"

"So he is a liar because he is a guy and he is stupid because he is a football player. Is that how you judge guys, Carol? Do you even get to know them before passing judgment? I don't believe that George Wickham is your typical football player, but I suppose that I should expect this kind of response from someone as shallow as you are!" Lizzy voice increased in volume throughout her response.

"Excuse me! I was just trying to help!" Carol practically screamed and stormed off once again searching the room for Will to complain about Lizzy James. "Will will understand!" Carol fumed.

Jane had overheard the end of the conversation between Lizzy and Carol and was not happy to see the scene they had caused. Her best friend and Charlie's sister fighting! Would this cause problems for her and Bing? Jane hoped not and then scolded herself for being selfish.

"Lizzy, what happened?" Jane asked calmly.

"Carol is a stuck-up snob! She is spreading rumors about George Wickham and I! Has Charlie said anything to you?"

"No. We have been a little busy and the subject just hasn't really come up."

"Does Bing know Wickham?"

"Charlie didn't meet Wickham until the other day at lunch, but he isn't sure that you should trust him," Jane said cautiously.

"Well, if Charlie doesn't know George than he is getting his information from Will Darcy! That arrogant jerk! I like Charlie, Jane, but I hate his friend! I will just try to think of them both as I did before tonight! I wish I could start this day over again or maybe just skip it! Why don't you go back to Charlie, Jane?" I will be fine."

Jane happily returned to her date and they began to dance again. However, they were under intense scrutiny from Will Darcy.

Will was sick of the dance and was counting the minutes until it ended. The highlights of the evening had been dancing with Lizzy and successfully avoiding Carol. The rest of the dance had been bust. He didn't really know anyone that he could talk to. Charlie was still busy with Jane and hadn't even bothered to say hello. Will was too shy and nervous to introduce himself to anyone, so he stayed safely hidden.

He hated Hertfordshire High. Why couldn't he have stayed at Netherfield where he knew everyone already? It was too hard to make new friends in the middle of high school. Will knew that the move had been necessary to protect Georgie, but it sure did screw up his life. He was all alone. Will envied the way Charlie made friends so easily. Heck, Charlie almost already had a girlfriend.

Will studied the expression on Jane Wilson's face. She was beautiful, but did she really like Bing. Was she just so desperate to go out with someone that she was settling for his friend? After all, they talked about everything. Will decided that he needed to talk to Charlie about Jane and their blossoming relationship. He hoped that it work out okay. Maybe Charlie and Jane could even give him some tips on how to get along with the fascinating Lizzy Bennet!

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