Hey again! Well, I guess I'm updating sooner than I had expected and I guess that's cuz I didn't have any homework today. Anyways, there is this thing that we have to do called a personal project and at first I wanted to write a novel, which I am kinda doing now, but it's not my own idea and stuff, but it's more fun this way cuz I get feedback and all, so like from now on when ya'll review, can ya'll just talk bout any mistakes I'm making in writing or stuff like that? That would like help so so so sooo much! Anyways, enjoy the chapter! Oh, and I'm gonna write in Darcy's point of view too so when you see this *** in the middle of the page, then ya'll know that I'm switching to the other person and I'll of course start with Elizabeth and ya'll will be able to now by the names and all, anyways, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, they are Jane Austen's from Pride and Prejudice

This guy I had knocked down was hot! Like wow…much better looking than that guy who'd helped Jane. He had very dark brown, almost black, hair that hung in front of his eyes and it didn't look like he'd left it like that after waking up, but in this really cute way, which I think couldn't have been pulled off by anyone else. His eyes that were piercing through me were this really shocking colour. They were this really light blue that could look like grey from afar. He looked like he had been airbrushed, but it couldn't be because he was beneath me in person. Even though all I saw was his face, I could tell that girls fell in love with him wherever he went.

"Um…do you mind getting off of me now?" He asked with a frown.

Embarrassed I sprang up and dusted myself off. "Sorry bout that." I mumbled to him.

"Well next time, watch where you're going." He snapped as he got up and dusted himself off.

Oh my god. He wasn't only gorgeous, but he was also tall, like 6'4". Not just that, but he was lean and there was just a hint of the muscles that hid beneath his shirt. He was built well, I had felt those muscles through his shirt lying on top of him. Then his words suddenly sunk in. What? He still thinks I did it on purpose? What the hell? No matter how hot he is, he is going to get a piece of my mind.

"Well I'm sorry, but I do believe I don't have eyes behind my head. Maybe it's you that should watch where you're going, huh? I mean, I'm pretty sure anyone could have seen me struggling and would have either avoided me or would have offered to help me. I thought that this school was reputed for its high percentage of gentlemen, but I guess I was mistaken. And now if you would, I have to get this bag up to my dorm." I spat out coldly and he just stood there shocked. I turned on my heels and marched towards the door, but sadly, I couldn't make my escape as gracefully as I would have liked. Instead, I tripped and before I fell again, I felt hands grab hold of me by my waist and steady me. Just as I was about to turn, I saw the guy who had knocked me down walk by me and I realized that it was him who had saved me. I burned with anger at him for helping me now and shame for saying he wasn't a gentleman. Me and my big mouth, why didn't I realize that maybe he wasn't focusing on where he was and had made a mistake. Oh well, nothing I could do, so I turned back and headed back up.

Jane, Charlotte and I all helped each other take our second suitcases out of the trunk as they were packed tightly. As I was closing the trunk, I happened to look up to a window on the fifth floor and there I saw those piercing grey/blue eyes staring at me. Upon realizing that I had seen him, he immediately pulled the curtain to cover himself.

William

The strange girl that had knocked me over, had turned around and stared at me. The sun prevented me from seeing her face, but it lit up her hair and I saw what wouldn't have been seen without the light, her deep brown was tinged with red. Some of her hair had escaped the ponytail that held her hair back and I itched to push them back, but I stopped myself. To save myself from anything embarrassing, I frowned and said, "Um… do you mind getting of me now?"

She immediately sprung up and I could now see her face better, but her eyes were still in a shadow. She had a light dusting of freckles across her nose which suited her well and her lips had that natural pink colour. Her skin was golden and I knew immediately that she was a free spirit who couldn't bare to be cooped up. Her cheeks were tinged with pink, showing her embarrassment, but she was blissfully aware of that marker. "Well next time, watch where you're going." I snapped. I cringed inside, I hadn't meant to snap at her.

I saw the change in her features reacting to my words, embarrassment gave way to anger. I still couldn't see her eyes, but I guessed that they would be blazing with anger and I silently thanked god that I wasn't able to see them. Somewhere deep inside of me, I acknowledged that I didn't want to see her eyes angry, anything but that.

"Well I'm sorry, but I do believe I don't have eyes behind my head. Maybe it's you that should watch where you're going, huh? I mean, I'm pretty sure anyone could have seen me struggling and would have either avoided me or would have offered to help me. I thought that this school was reputed for its high percentage of gentlemen, but I guess I was mistaken. And now if you would, I have to get this bag up to my dorm." She spat out, her voice could.

Did I really react that badly? I don't believe I did, but then again, I'm not to be trusted around strangers I guess. I should make it up to her, maybe I'll offer to carry her bags up for her. Just as I thought that, she turned on her heels and huffed her way to the door. I started to follow her and offer my aide, when she suddenly tripped. I immediately reached out and grabbed her waist to steady her. My hands burned where I had touched her and I decided against my helping her, I don't think I could think straightly around her. As she turned, I saw that there was a deep emotion stirring in her and not wanting to hear another tirade, I walked forward and entered the building.

I heard the door open behind me, but I continued towards the stairs, not wanting to share an elevator with this girl. I went to my room and got myself a cold glass of water to calm myself. Out of curiosity, I went to the window to see if she would come back out again. Indeed she did, but this time she was accompanied with two other girls, one blonde and the other with light brown hair. They helped each other with their suitcases. I kept staring, in rapture with the mysterious girl. As she was closing the trunk, she glanced up and saw me watching her. I immediately pulled the curtain across, still not being able to see her eyes. What was it with her eyes? Why am I obsessing over them? Well, I should just forget her. I mean what are the chances that I'll bump into her again, seeing as this school is so large.

I went to sit on the couch and covered my eyes with my cool hands, trying to banish the thought of her from my mind. The moment I closed my eyes, all I saw was her. She filled every corner of my mind and no matter what I did, I couldn't banish her away. What was wrong with me?

Hope you liked that chapter! I think I might start doing other perspectives too, so instead of just the asterisks, I'll put the names of the person who's perspective it is in, in the corner. Anyways, hope you liked and please review!