One Word From You: A Pride and Prejudice Adaptation by Natalie Penna
Authors: Natalie Penna
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should dance.”
I raised a brow, “Do you actually know how to dance?”
“ It can't be that hard.”
“ Well, practice with someone else. It's weird, and I'd rather talk with people my own age.”
“ Do you know anyone else here well enough to talk to?” he asked.
I was about to concede that I didn't, when I spotted a familiar face in the crowd. I didn't offer Wyatt any parting words, or apologies, and practically ran to Georgia. Trust me, it was difficult in the heels Chrissy had made me wear. But I was really happy to see her. I tottered to a halt in front of her and beamed, “I am so glad you're here!”
“ Me too. I was running out of people to pretend to talk to,” she confessed.
Unfortunately, I hadn't lost Wyatt. He stalked up behind me, and noisily cleared my throat. Although he was one of Georgia's teachers, I knew that the proper rules of courtesy had to be observed in a place like Charlie's house. I let out a soft sigh, and in monotone introduced, “Georgia, this is Wyatt. Wyatt, this is Georgia. Wyatt is my ex-brother. He insisted on joining us this evening.”
Wyatt spared her a brief smile, that being all the civility he could muster while I was being so rude. He said firmly, “Elisa is under my care tonight, so she'll be in my company. And I think we're about to dance.”
I mouthed help at Georgia as I was dragged away. Unhelpfully, she laughed behind her hand. Of course she did, she was my friend after all. I might have done the same were she in my place. That's just how we were. I really wished we weren't, though. Then, I might have been spared Wyatt's clumsy feet and sweaty hands.
He really couldn't dance.
Some people were just cutely out of time, and would make their apologies, then give up. Wyatt insisted on stepping on my toes for two whole songs, and not once said he was sorry for the agony he was causing me. By the time he was done, I had to go and find a place to sit down. Fortunately, it was close to a few good looking boys. I didn't know any of them, but I wasn't going to complain. They didn't attend our school, and must have been Charlie's friends from the last one. Well, at least they were better company than Wyatt. He'd found himself some adults to impose on, and they were more than welcome to him.
“ Here,” Georgia held out a drink to me when she arrived, “Sorry about before.”
“ No you're not.”
“ No,” she grinned, “I'm not. How are your feet?”
“ Swollen, I think. God, can you believe that idiot followed me here? I mean, some people have no sense of – well – anything!”
“ It could be worse. You could have been dancing with William.”
“ Yeah, true,” I muttered, “I imagine Chantelle will be stuck to him like glue. I mean, I don't like him, but no one deserves that.”
“ Actually, the last I saw of him, he was talking to Jenny.”
“ Poor her.”
Georgia shrugged, “I don't know. It looked like he was being pretty nice to her. Then again, Charlie was there.”
“ Which will be the only reason why he's talking to her at all. Seriously, he should have stayed at his own school if he hates being around us so much.”
“ He probably just wanted to be with his friend. Anyway, it's not like it's anything to us, right? Come on, why don't you come and dance with me?”
I smirked, “Slow dance? We could make some people really uncomfortable with that.”
Georgia laughed, “I was thinking more of a group of us. I'm way out of your league, you know that.”
I held my hand over my chest, “Oh God, right in my feelings! That hurts.”
“ You're such a loser,” she joked.
“ I know. Still, I'm not as bad as Wyatt.”
“ I doubt there are many people as bad as he is,” William observed.
I nearly jumped out of my skin. I hadn't seen him walking over, but I was actively avoiding his company. I did hope that he hadn't
I raised a brow, “Do you actually know how to dance?”
“ It can't be that hard.”
“ Well, practice with someone else. It's weird, and I'd rather talk with people my own age.”
“ Do you know anyone else here well enough to talk to?” he asked.
I was about to concede that I didn't, when I spotted a familiar face in the crowd. I didn't offer Wyatt any parting words, or apologies, and practically ran to Georgia. Trust me, it was difficult in the heels Chrissy had made me wear. But I was really happy to see her. I tottered to a halt in front of her and beamed, “I am so glad you're here!”
“ Me too. I was running out of people to pretend to talk to,” she confessed.
Unfortunately, I hadn't lost Wyatt. He stalked up behind me, and noisily cleared my throat. Although he was one of Georgia's teachers, I knew that the proper rules of courtesy had to be observed in a place like Charlie's house. I let out a soft sigh, and in monotone introduced, “Georgia, this is Wyatt. Wyatt, this is Georgia. Wyatt is my ex-brother. He insisted on joining us this evening.”
Wyatt spared her a brief smile, that being all the civility he could muster while I was being so rude. He said firmly, “Elisa is under my care tonight, so she'll be in my company. And I think we're about to dance.”
I mouthed help at Georgia as I was dragged away. Unhelpfully, she laughed behind her hand. Of course she did, she was my friend after all. I might have done the same were she in my place. That's just how we were. I really wished we weren't, though. Then, I might have been spared Wyatt's clumsy feet and sweaty hands.
He really couldn't dance.
Some people were just cutely out of time, and would make their apologies, then give up. Wyatt insisted on stepping on my toes for two whole songs, and not once said he was sorry for the agony he was causing me. By the time he was done, I had to go and find a place to sit down. Fortunately, it was close to a few good looking boys. I didn't know any of them, but I wasn't going to complain. They didn't attend our school, and must have been Charlie's friends from the last one. Well, at least they were better company than Wyatt. He'd found himself some adults to impose on, and they were more than welcome to him.
“ Here,” Georgia held out a drink to me when she arrived, “Sorry about before.”
“ No you're not.”
“ No,” she grinned, “I'm not. How are your feet?”
“ Swollen, I think. God, can you believe that idiot followed me here? I mean, some people have no sense of – well – anything!”
“ It could be worse. You could have been dancing with William.”
“ Yeah, true,” I muttered, “I imagine Chantelle will be stuck to him like glue. I mean, I don't like him, but no one deserves that.”
“ Actually, the last I saw of him, he was talking to Jenny.”
“ Poor her.”
Georgia shrugged, “I don't know. It looked like he was being pretty nice to her. Then again, Charlie was there.”
“ Which will be the only reason why he's talking to her at all. Seriously, he should have stayed at his own school if he hates being around us so much.”
“ He probably just wanted to be with his friend. Anyway, it's not like it's anything to us, right? Come on, why don't you come and dance with me?”
I smirked, “Slow dance? We could make some people really uncomfortable with that.”
Georgia laughed, “I was thinking more of a group of us. I'm way out of your league, you know that.”
I held my hand over my chest, “Oh God, right in my feelings! That hurts.”
“ You're such a loser,” she joked.
“ I know. Still, I'm not as bad as Wyatt.”
“ I doubt there are many people as bad as he is,” William observed.
I nearly jumped out of my skin. I hadn't seen him walking over, but I was actively avoiding his company. I did hope that he hadn't
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