Mucho sorry for taking so long. I'm taking three hard courses and I have another play coming up...*dies* I hope this chapter is good.
To My Reviewers:
Bonbonnett: "Nice" is a relative term. ^^ You will find that out soon enough.
Toni America: I loved your review. ^^ Thanks for it. And I'm glad that you think it is realistic, too. I wasn't sure that anyone else could see it but me. Keep reading and reviewing.
Lacrymosa-Light: Weeeelllll, you'll find out in due time. I was always irritated that Mr. Wickham was portrayed as a bad guy. I always thought that he was a lost soul. I don't think he's intentionally a bad person.
can't think: LOL. I guess everyone's sympathy for Mr. Collins has sort of left the building now. Oh well, let's see if I can get that back.
Jiang Quig: LOL. Poor guys. They would hate to be locked in a room with all you Mary-fangirls. ^^
Spanish Sunrise: Don't worry. There won't be too much more of Charlotte Lucas...Dun dun da dun!
Chapter Ten
Mary pushed Mr. Collins away from her, "Mr. Collins, this is very improper. I am to be married and you are as well."
The pull between the two of them was like a supernatural force. Mary wanted to kiss him. She wanted to do everything with this man.
"With due respect, Miss Mary," Mr. Collins said as he grabbed her shoulders, "I don't give a damn about what is proper."
He then pressed his lips against hers. He pushed her against the wall of the staircase, to prevent Mary from resisting.
Mary tried to stop herself, but she found herself kissing back.
It was then that someone coming down the staircase saw them. A small smile curled on their lips before they scurried back upstairs.
It was then that Mary pulled away and slapped him.
"You are the most arrogant, unreasonable and selfish man that I ever met in my entire life," She spat at him.
Mr. Collins put his hand to his cheek and looked at her, "What did I do to deserve this?"
Mary laughed, harshly, "How about proposing marriage to Charlotte Lucas? Does that warrant a slap to the face? And you must believe me when I say that it should warrant more than that."
Mr. Collins said, realizing the true situation he was in, "Miss Mary, would you please let me explain?"
Mary asked, "Why should I listen to you?"
Mr. Collins then said it. He finally mustered up the courage, "Because I love you."
Those words. Those three words. The three most infamous words of all time.
Mary looked at him with wide eyes. Her anger seeped away as she looked into his eyes.
He took her hand and said, "I thought that you did not feel the same way about me." He looked down and said, softly, "I knew that you did not feel the same way."
Mary sighed, "Mr. Collins…You are an imbecile."
She put her hand on his chin and pulled him up so that he was looking at her. Her green eyes was staring into his brown ones.
She then kissed him.
It was a soft and innocent kiss.
Mary then pulled away, "I would be very inclined to marry you. However, you mucked it all up by proposing to Charlotte Lucas."
Mr. Collins then asked, "What about you? You are marrying George Wickham. The man is in debt."
Mary scoffed at that, "I have no idea what you are talking about."
Mr. Collins said, "The charismatic officer has gambled off every cent he has ever earned in his life. If you marry him, you are going to have to work to keep bread on the table."
He took her hands and caressed them, "These hands aren't meant to work. They are meant to be pampered and soft."
Mary looked back on accepting the officer's offer. It…It was stupid of her to accept the proposal without thinking it over. What was she getting herself into?
"Well, there is nothing I can do about it," Mary said, looking away from him. Now that the decision to marry Mr. Wickham was in the works to be public, if she were to go back on her agreement, her reputation would be ruined.
"And there is nothing I can do about Charlotte," Mr. Collins said.
It was then that they looked at each other. It was like they were reading each other's mind.
They drew a conclusion. A very curious conclusion.
With Mary's eyes, she asked if he was sure.
With Mr. Collins' eyes, he told her that he was.
He then asked if she could do it.
The smirk on her face was evidence enough.
She then asked him if he was able to do it.
He nodded.
The pull between the two of them became more and more intense as the idea went through their heads.
Mr. Collins kissed her one final time before he bowed, "I'll be taking my leave, Miss Mary."
She curtsied, "I will see you soon, Mr. Collins."
He put his hat on and left the house.
A small smile remained on her face and she went upstairs.
She had a lot to write.
The next day…
Kitty was sobbing in the palor room. Lydia was rubbing her back, trying to soothe her older sister.
"It's not fair!" She screeched, "How in the world does she marry Mr. Wickham and I get no one?! I'm so much prettier than her."
Lydia said nothing as she tried to hold back tears of her own.
Mr. Bennet was sitting in his arm chair, reading a book. He tried to keep the constant crying out of his mind, but it was of little use.
Mary soon came into the palor room. She had heard Kitty for the last several hours and at first was just annoying. Now it was getting very pathetic.
"You are getting very unpopular around here," Mr. Bennet commented as he looked up to Mary.
"I see…" The middle Bennet sister said as she sat down at her desk.
"I hate you!" Kitty screeched as she sobbed harder.
Mary ignored her as she opened her book and started to write.
Under her dress was a fresh set of welts over the old ones.
For accepting Mr. Wickham's proposal.
However, Mr. Bennet had given his blessing to Mr. Wickham to marry his daughter.
Mary could feel the smile on her face. She wondered if Mr. Bennet knew what was coming to him.
She doubted it.
Suspense makes the world go round...the world go round...the world go round...Suspense makes the world go round...
Cookies for whoever can guess where that is from.