Walking into the classroom after lunch that afternoon, I believed it would be like every other day. That all changed though when I saw him. I caught his eye immediately as I made my way to my seat, right at the back. Something passed between us in those few seconds, a longing, and I knew I had to have him. I’ve never not gotten what I wanted and I knew this time would be no different. As soon as everyone took their seats he began to speak.
“Hello, I’m Mr. Darcy, your new teacher. English literature is not only a subject to me, it is a passion. One which I hope to pass on to each of you.”
His voice was sweet but a hidden fire blazed beneath the words. My mind burned with images of kissing him, of tussling those dark curls that hung around his face and of slowly unbuttoning his shirt and caressing the muscular torso beneath it. I caught his eye as I daydreamed and upon realizing it, I looked away for fear that he might discover what I had been thinking just moments before.
“This semester we will explore some of the world’s foremost love stories. We will begin with Shakespeare’s “Romeo and Juliet”, continue into “Wuthering Heights” by Emily Brönte and conclude with the classic “Pride and Prejudice” by Jane Austen.”
There were gasps from some of the more studious girls at the front of the class. My mind was searching it’s depths for information I knew had to be in there somewhere. Before I knew it, my hand was raised and he was staring at me, along with the rest of the class. In my most seductive voice, I asked;
“Wasn’t there a Mr. Darcy in Pride and Prejudice?”
He grinned and blushed slightly;
“Yes, Mr. Darcy is a prominent character in the book. He’s seen somewhat as the heartthrob of the era.”
“Yeah and didn’t some hot British guy play him in a show?”
“Colin Firth, yes, I think that famous scene of him coming out of the lake dripping with water will haunt him forever. I’m not surprised that’s what you thought of when I mentioned the book. It’s what sticks in most people’s memories.”
He finished speaking and, turning back to his desk, he asked;
“Before we read the book, can any of you tell me anything about it?” more to the front row, who were clamoring to answer. He nodded to a girl on his right to speak. It was Lea, the girl most likely to be chosen as valedictorian at the end of the year. She rambled off the plot quickly and with ease, obviously she had done more than see the films or tv shows. When she had finished, Mr. Darcy asked what those that had read it had liked most about the book. He seemed shocked to see my hand raised with all the others and, smothering a grin, nodded at me.
“Well there were a few parts that I liked. Like the part where we see that Mr. Darcy likes Lizzie.” I knew I had his attention at knowing this information “You know, when he says she has fine eyes.”
“You’re on the right path. His exact words were ‘I have been meditating on the very great pleasure which a pair...’”
“‘...of fine eyes in the face of a pretty woman can bestow.’ Sorry.” I apologized as I finished the quote. “I loved that line in the tv show and I guess it kinda stuck in my head.”
He was grinning now and sitting on his desk.
“Ok, go on. What other parts did you like?”
“Umm” I thought for a moment, “Well when Mr.Darcy first asked Lizzie to marry him. I liked that bit.”
“Why?” he asked me, interested.
“Well coz of the way he asked. I mean he’s hot and totally loaded and all but the way he asked her to marry him, he was kinda asking to be turned down, right?”
