A/N: Here is another chappie. Sorry for the delay. I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
The next morning, Jack and Rose thought that it would be nice to speak with Suzie and her parents. Jack was no longer a substitute for Hope's class. Hope hesitated as they approached her classroom.
"Go inside, Hope," Rose said, "We'll be there in a moment." Hope's eyes darted across the area, and she warily started walking, as if she was in a foreign territory. Rose waited anxiously for little blonde Suzie. Sure enough, they saw a little blonde head walking sophisticatedly towards the class that Hope headed for. Then, Jack spotted Suzie's parents. There was the car that Suzie had left. A chauffeur closed the car door, and he was about to drive away until Jack ran right in front of the car.
"Jack!" Rose screamed, and she hurriedly made her way over to the car. It halted to a complete stop when it saw Jack. The chauffeur angrily got out of the car.
"What's your problem?" He yelled at Jack, "I could've hit you both, you third-class scum!" Jack froze. Rose gasped. No one had called her third-class before. Jack hadn't been called that in months. Rose glared angrily up at the man.
"We want to speak to the lady in the back," Rose whispered.
"Why would I let you speak to Mrs. Hockley?" He said angrily.
"Because we need to, you idiot!" Rose snapped. Hockley? It sounded all too familiar. The chauffeur cursed Rose under his breath, and then he smiled a sickly sweet smile.
"As you wish," He said. The chauffeur beckoned for the lady to come out of the car. A sophisticated first-class lady approached. She glared at Jack and Rose with her snobby looking face held high.
"What do you want?" She asked, disgusted. Rose looked slightly taken aback, but it only lasted a moment.
"Well-"
"Why does your daughter think that's its okay to pester my daughter?" Rose interrupted Jack. She looked at him apologetically, and he just put his hand on her shoulder as if saying, "Go ahead, Rose, I'm here if you need me." Rose took a deep breath. Mrs. Hockley looked outraged.
"Why would my daughter Susanna bother anyone? Especially third-class scum!" Jack had never seen Rose so mad in his entire life. Before anyone had known what was happening, Rose screamed and attacked Mrs. Hockley, right in front of the car, in front of everyone. Jack was so shocked and stunned that he didn't move. After a good minute or two, the chauffeur had broken the two women apart. Mrs. Hockley had a long scratch on her face, and Rose had a bloody nose. Jack had Rose tightly in his grasp, as if hugging her, while Mrs. Hockley straightened herself up. Rose was screaming at her, and then she spit in her face.
"Rose!" Jack exclaimed.
"Now who's the scum?" Rose yelled. Mrs. Hockley angrily got back in her car, and her and her chauffeur zoomed away. Jack gently took Rose's face in his hands, and he kissed her for so long. When he pulled away, she was out of breath.
"Why'd you do that, Rose?" He whispered.
"I-I don't know… She called us third-class scum, and I-I didn't know what to do!" Rose said. "Jack… I'm sorry. I lost control…" Rose started to sob into Jack's shirt. He held her close and stroked her hair. When Rose looked up, he wiped away her tears and her blood away with his sleeve.
"C'mon, let's go…" He said. Jack took Rose's hand and gently led her away. Rose walked beside him, as if sleepwalking. That's when Jack led her to a bench at the park. He sat her down, and kissed the top of her head. Jack decided to keep his mind busy and draw. He saw a man and woman, sitting at a bench together, talking. After a good couple of minutes, Jack was done. He looked at Rose. She looked considerably better, but she was still angry. That's when he noticed the man and woman come over to him. Jack froze. Uh-oh. Rose was about to leave, but Jack grabbed her wrist and sat her back down. Then, the man and lady smiled at them.
"Hello there," The lady said with a British accent.
"Hi…" Rose said warily.
"I'm George Clements and this is my wife, Yvette," The man said.
"Jack Dawson. This is Rose Dawson," Jack said and shook their hands.
"Are you two wedded?" Yvette asked.
"Yes…" Rose said before Jack could answer. She flashed a smile at him.
"I observed you were drawing us," George said, "May I see?" Jack held up the drawing and George and Yvette looked at it in awe.
"This is wonderful work," Yvette said, still looking at it, "Do you mind if we purchase it?"
"No," Jack said and gave them the drawing.
"Will $25 be enough?" George asked.
"That's good," Jack said. $25 was a fortune!
"You know… Yvette and I own a building near that café… If you want, you can use it," George said.
"For an art gallery," Yvette said excitedly. Jack stared at Rose in complete shock.
"How much are you willing to pay?" George asked.
"Well… I… We…" Jack stuttered. He recomposed himself. "We'll have to think about it." Rose smiled.
"Okay…" George said, "When you come to a decision, meet us at the café in a week, at 4 o'clock." George and Yvette walked away. Jack looked at Rose, who stared up at him.
"Wow…" Was all the two could say…
On their way home, Jack was holding Rose's hand, and then he asked a question. "Why did you say we were married when we aren't?"
"Well, I thought it would be nice if we were… They were upper-class folk who would seem to judge us if I told them we weren't."
"Well… we aren't," Jack pointed out. Rose sighed.
"I wish we were married… I'm sorry," She said and Jack wrapped his arms around her waist, and then he began kissing her, again and again. "Jack… Stop…" She moaned as he kissed her neck. Jack pulled away.
"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" He asked.
"Yes," Rose said.
"Have you ever taken it seriously?"
"Of course! How could you ask that?" Rose cried. Then, Jack got down on one knee. Rose gasped.
"Jack… What…" She trailed off. Jack pulled a small box out of his trench coat and opened it up. There was a beautiful ring, with one pearl on the top.
"Rose Dawson…" Jack said, "Will you marry me?"
