Norrington

Several floors away, Elizabeth and Will were not having much fun in their first class: History. It was taught by a man named Mr. Ragetti, who was tall and lanky, with a prosthetic eye. He often stumbled across his own words and, more often, his feet. So far in the class, all he had discussed were pirates, ships, and the 17th century. Elizabeth and Will had grown rather bored after the first fifteen minutes, and decided to pass notes back and forth.

"What do you think of this class?" Elizabeth wrote.

Will read the note and replied, "I think Ragetti was a better pirate than a teacher."

Elizabeth smiled and tossed her hair a bit. Will blinked for a moment and silently thanked God for giving him such a beautiful fiancé.

"Hey Elizabeth, have you given any thought to our wedding?" Will flicked the paper across his desk to the one beside him.

Elizabeth picked it up and looked it over, her ears turning pink and her cheeks flushing slightly. The truth was that she hadn't given it another thought since before Captain Jack had been cruelly devoured by the Kraken. She closed her eyes against this thought; she knew that what she had done - kissing Jack in order to chain him to his own ship - was absolutely necessary. What had made it worse was that she had expected Jack to be upset about it when he returned- if he returned at all. Unfortunately, Jack had forgiven her immediately, making her guilt worse. Of course, it didn't help at all that she was starting to have feelings for the captain.

Of course, you can't tell your fiancé that you fancy a pirate over him. That would complicate the marriage, Elizabeth thought. She licked the tip of her pen, contemplating her reply. Finally she wrote, "Have you?" trying to buy a little time.

Will passed his answer to Elizabeth after a quick second. "Every day since we became engaged." His fiancé developed a sinking feeling in her gut as she read it.

"Then so have I." Elizabeth gave the blacksmith a weak smile. Will returned it with a grin.

The rest of the class past slowly and uneventfully. When the bell rang for lunch, the couple followed Scarlett to the cafeteria, where they took seats at the back.

"Follow me," Scarlett said, leading them through the lunch line. Imitating their guide, Will and Elizabeth grabbed a hamburger and a bag of chips and deposited them on their tray. They were lost, however, when it came to actually paying for the food.

Will stuffed his hand in his pocket and pulled out a couple of rectangular pieces of paper and a fistful of silver coins. Scarlett saw his confused expression and went over to help.

"Have you never used American money before?" she asked. When he shook his head, she counted out the currency for his and Elizabeth's meals. When Elizabeth thanked her politely, Scarlett frowned slightly and led them over to her table, where there were only two empty seats left.

"So sorry, Elizabeth, but there are only two empty seats left," Scarlett was obviously insincere as she laid down her tray.

"Then I daresay that if you had any class at all, you'd be the polite one here and let the guest have your seat." Elizabeth began to tell Scarlett off. "But seeing as that is obviously not the case here, I shall simply sit behind you two." She leaned in next to Will and smirked. "Congratulations on the happy couple."

Elizabeth had just sat down when she saw someone waving wildly to her from across the room. She instantly abandoned her meal to see what Jack wanted, and was pleased to see that Will had left Scarlett in a hurry. Elizabeth smiled to herself as she imagined it from Scalett's point of view. She must think that Will rushed over here to join me, Will's fiancé thought.

"What on Earth is it, Jack?" Will asked, breathlessly.

Jack shook his head, and his long dark hair fell over his shoulders (Elizabeth couldn't help but to have suggestive thoughts here) as he motioned for the courtyard. They tailed him as they advanced to the cool shade of the oak tree outside.

In a low voice, Jack repeated his whole conversation that he had had earlier with Barbossa. Will wondered what the scoundrel was planning, but he knew it couldn't have been good. Elizabeth, on the other hand, had other thoughts on her mind.

"Jack," she started. "You say that you bring dates to this dance?" Jack raised his eyebrows slightly. Will tried unsuccessfully to meet the girl's gaze when she said this.

"That's what Barbossa told me," Jack said, amused, as he attempted to see where Elizabeth was headed with this discussion.

"Never mind. Just wondering," she said quickly. Then she turned to Will. "Your new girlfriend will be missing you."

Will strained for any sign of jealously in his fiancé's words; when he found none, he became slightly disappointed but allowed himself to shrug anyway. "All the more time I get to spend with you, Ms. Swann." He pulled her close and kissed her deeply.

Elizabeth forced herself to kiss him back just enough that his confidence wouldn't decrease. Jack made a point of looking away, a little distressed at the scene before him. He didn't know why; he had never really cared for a girl before, why should he start now?

Figures, he thought miserably. The first girl you fall for and she's all ready in love and engaged. He stopped his thoughts. He banged on his head a little, trying to force all thoughts of Elizabeth out of his mind, in an attempt to rid himself of his feelings for her.

The couple in front of him broke their kiss (to Elizabeth's immense relief) long enough to stare at the sixteen year old hitting himself on the head repeatedly.

"Jack…are you okay?" Elizabeth asked, a little worried.

The junior in question straightened himself and put his hands in his lap. "Oh, would you look at the time? It's nearing 2nd period." He slung his bag over his shoulder and dashed off to his next class.

Elizabeth grabbed up her bag and followed Jack into the building. Will reluctantly came after them.

"Oh!" Elizabeth exclaimed; she had just bumped into a rather good looking sophomore and her books flew out of her hands. "I'm so sorry!" she apologized as she gathered her things.

"No, no. That was completely my fault," the boy said, helping her retrieve her belongings. "I am the one who is sorry, Ms. -?"

"Swann," Elizabeth replied, blushing slightly. "Elizabeth Swann."

"Really? Well I am Norrington, James Norrington," he said, slightly amused.

"And I'm Bond, James Bond," they heard someone behind them snicker.

Norrington ignored the rude classmate. "Well, I hope to be seeing more of you Elizabeth Swann. But for now, it is time for class."

"Right." Elizabeth said. "Do you know where room 218 is?"

Norrington took this as an opportunity to escort the girl to her 2nd period class. He took her arm and led her quickly away and up to the 2nd floor.

Before he let her go, he looked into her eyes and whispered, "Elizabeth Swann. Forgive me if I am being too forward, but I was wondering if you would be my date to the upcoming dance?" He looked at her hopefully.

Elizabeth forced a smile. "I will think about it, Mr. Norrington."

"Please, call me James." He returned her smile with one of his own and strode off.