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Chapter 11

What was it about Darcy that he just got under her skin? Whenever she wasn't thinking about him, she ran into him and whenever she didn't see him, she was thinking about him. It was making her crazy. The next couple of days she was lucky enough only to see him when Charlotte and she were invited to tea at Lady Catherine's house. Other than that Elizabeth was fully enjoying her week with Charlotte, she didn't even realize how much she utterly missed her.

On Friday, it was announced that Lady Catherine was going to be holding a special picnic type event; it was to be outside in the gardens and cocktail attire. Elizabeth wanted to die. She had to borrow another one of Charlotte's dresses; Elizabeth made a mental note that the next time she wanted to visit Charlotte she would bring a range of formal and semi-formal attire…it was necessary. She borrowed a white sundress with yellow flowers all over it and a white cardigan with a yellow lining. She actually liked the color on her. She grabbed a pair of yellow ballet slippers, pulled her hair into a loose ponytail, checked herself in the mirror one last time and decided it was good enough.

Charlotte and Elizabeth walked over; Collins had to work that weekend, to the house. They were escorted into the backyard where there were large tables set up around all the flowers and pathways. The sight was breathtaking; the garden was absolutely gorgeous. They were seated at a table in the middle and Elizabeth looked around, no sight of Darcy yet…but she spoke too soon. Because as she was thinking that him and a man she never saw before walked up to the table.

"Good evening Charlotte…Elizabeth," Darcy said nodding at both women. He smiled at Liz and she raised a brow.

"Excuse me, Will, but aren't you going to introduce me?" The man said laughing.

"This is my good friend, Colonel Fitzwilliam."

"Oh come on, Darcy, easy on the name there." He said laughing.

"Fitzwilliam, I must say that is indeed a very unique name." Elizabeth said smiling.

"Most people just call me Fitz, but Miss Elizabeth you may call me whatever you wish." She raised a brow and he took her hand kissing it. "Besides, I can't be too ashamed of it considering Darcy and I share it." Elizabeth bit her lip and looked up at Darcy who was rolling his eyes and looking extremely aggravated.

"Come, Fitzwilliam, we must go say hello to my aunt, she will be very displeased if she knows we met with these wonderful ladies before greeting her."

"Right, of course; ladies it was a pleasure, I know we will see each other later." He winked at Elizabeth and she smiled back.

After they had left, Charlotte began laughing.

"What?" Elizabeth asked.

"He was a bit flirty…and Darcy did not seem too happy."

"Oh please, he was probably just upset because he didn't want anyone to know his full name." Charlotte shrugged and they moved onto another subject.

The rest of the evening was extremely good. Elizabeth was enjoying herself immensely. Fitz and Darcy sat at their table, Fitz sat next to her, of course and he kept the whole table laughing the whole night; even Darcy couldn't help but crack his icy composure to smile at a few jokes. Finally, it was towards the end of the evening and Elizabeth had barely seen Lady Catherine all night, which was great in her eyes.

"I'm going to go say goodbye to my aunt and then we can leave?" Fitz nodded.

"I'll go with you." Charlotte said and they both got up and left Fitz and Elizabeth alone together. There was a few seconds of awkward silence but I was broken.

"Did you have fun?" Fitz asked.

"Yes, I did, thanks to you. You are extremely funny."

"Oh, please, I just know a couple of stories and jokes…most of them I learned from Darcy as a kid." Elizabeth put a confused look on her face.

"From Darcy?" He nodded. "That Darcy." She motioned to his seat and once again Fitz nodded.

"Yes, he was unusually quiet tonight perhaps its because we are around strangers, he is very shy but once you get to know him he has an incredibly big heart. And he is one of the best friends I know; him and I grew up together, he is my best friend."

"A big heart?"

"Yes, as I said he's shy and kind of cold but he just gives off that feeling, once you truly get to know him and he trusts you he will be the greatest friend, very true and very supportive. He likes to help people."

"I never knew that."

"Many people never see that side of Darcy; he definitely gives a very different impression. But, like I said he's a good friend. Like his friend Charles Bingley, do you know him?"

"I do."

"Darcy helped him out of a bad situation he was in with some girl I think." Elizabeth felt her stomach leap into her throat, her adrenaline was pumping.

"A girl? What girl?"

"I do not know her name but I know that there was something about the relationship that did not quite sit well with Darcy so he consulted Bingley on it."

"Did he give a reason for this?"

"Something about the family…or something…I don't really remember." Elizabeth couldn't believe what she was hearing; she could feel her throat closing up and her eyes were watering.

"So…did he separate Charles and j…this girl?"

"Yes…he did, to help Charles out that's all I know though." Elizabeth nodded.

"Right, a great friend indeed."

"He is a loyal companion. I'm surprised he does not have a wife yet he is a good catch. I know he had his eye on some young lady from a small town but he couldn't quite capture her eye so…" But Elizabeth couldn't even focus, she felt dizzy and sick. How could he? How dare he? He had no right, no reason…she wanted to punch him and yell at him. She couldn't think straight…couldn't see straight.

"Lizzie?" She was broken out of her daze by Charlotte. "Are you alright?"

"Yes…we need to leave." Elizabeth stood up quickly and looked down at Fitz. "It was nice to meet you…and thank you for the conversation." She looked at Darcy who was standing behind Charlotte and gave him the coldest look she could muster.

"Darcy….good evening." And she quickly left. She needed to get away. She went straight to her room, Charlotte kept asking what was wrong but Elizabeth just said she was tired and just needed sleep.

She collapsed onto the bed and let the tars slid down, grabbing a piece of paper and a pen, Elizabeth started writing. She had never been so angry in her whole entire life even when her and her ex-fiancé broke up; it was weird but it seemed so personal. As she got down to the end of the page, she didn't even know what she had written; she just wrote. She wrote everything she felt about Darcy, all the things he had done and said, she couldn't keep it inside anymore. She had to grab more paper, the emotions spilling from her mind onto the paper; she was beyond anger, she was hurt. How could someone do such a thing? Who was he? She wanted to hurt him, to make him feel like she was feeling at this exact moment. She knew Darcy was cold, but how could a person be this cold? And Fitz said that he was being a good friend; she laughed at it even as she thought it in her head. He was a good friend, indeed. He pulled his friend away from the poor, gold-digger.

She threw the pen down, cracking her knuckles from writing too much and too fast. She vowed the next time she saw Darcy; she would let him have it; leave reason behind and let her emotions take control because he deserved it.

The next morning Elizabeth awoke to a somber sight, it was going to be a rainy day and she just felt it; it was going to be bad. She took a quick shower and made a quick phone call to her home, making sure everything was fine; which it was. When she finally made her way downstairs, Charlotte and Collins were finishing breakfast.

"We were going to wait but you seemed so tired last night, I thought it best for you to sleep in. I hope you are not angry." Charlotte said with a hint of concern in her voice; but Lizzie just smiled.

"No, of course I'm not mad." Charlotte sighed in relief and nodded. "So, what is on the agenda today?" Elizabeth asked, taking a sip of orange juice.

"Actually, Collins and I have some business to attend to in town…" Charlotte and Collins exchanged awkward glances and Liz raised a brow.

"What's going on?"

"Well, we have some errands to run so I'm afraid you'll have to be by yourself just for today; we'll be back later tonight." Elizabeth smiled and nodded, pretending to be happy, she didn't want to upset Charlotte. After they had left, Liz spent about two hours reading a book, then she tried to write but there was nothing inspiring. She still felt mad and miserable about finding out what Darcy did to Jane and Charles; and all she wanted to do was to take a walk outside but it was so gray out, she didn't want to chance getting caught in the rain and getting sick.

After lunch, she was feeling incredibly restless; she even began counting the seconds. Finally, she decided she needed to get out, she had walked through mud before and at this point, she didn't care if it rained on her or not. She grabbed her light jacket and quickly left. As soon as she left the driveway, she felt a couple of drops on her face and sighed.

"Great." The faster she walked, the harder it seemed to come down. Her clothes were soaked through and she was lost. She wanted to cry. Suddenly, she heard a car and turned around, thanking the lord for some luck finally, until she realized she knew the car. Her stomach knotted up and she felt sick, knees shaking. All the emotions from last night were coming to the forefront as the car came to a stop in front of her, the window rolling down and she saw the oh-so-familiar face.

(A/N-Sorry had to cut it off there! I thought it would be funny to! I know you all know who it is but that's alright with me! It should be pretty good because you all know what's coming up next and I'm so excited for it! I've had this chapter written since I first started writing this story so it should be good! I hope you enjoyed it and after I finish this story I'm going to go back and change some things around! Please keep R&Ring!!!!)