A/n: I tried to make Julianna's character look antagonistic without making it seem too over the top. Suggestions/constructive criticism are welcome.

Rose dug into her mashed potatoes, which was apart of the simple meal Justin had given to her and Monica for dinner. They sat in the cramped employee-dining hall where they chatted with Savannah, the maid-in-charge.

"So, tell me again. Who was the man that I saw when I swept the third-class deck?" Rose asked.

Savannah sighed. "His name is Jack Dawson. The well-known son of a well-known family. The Dawsons are one of the highest ranking passengers to board this ship."

Rose nodded but kept staring into space still thinking about him.

Savannah noticed this and said, "Forget it. You're as likely to have angels to fly out of your ass than to get next to the likes of him."

Monica bursted out laughing. Rose cracked a semi-smile and the three maids continued to eat.

Jack sat in silence as he zoned out on the conversation people around the dinner table were having. Julianna's two slender arms were wrapped on Jack, barely letting him breathe. Her sour smelling perfume crept up his nostrils giving Jack a headache.

Around the table, his father and mother and the Hockleys were talking about the upcoming wedding to others who bothered to listen. Among them were Molly Brown, Mr. Andrews, and Bruce Ismay.

He stared at his caviar with a severe case of boredom as Julianna continued to loll all over him. He sneakily felt his sketch book that he had placed onto his lap the moment they sat down which was originally hidden in the useful compartment in his tuxedo. Julianna was too wrapped up in the elders' conversation and plus Jack moved so slickly that she did not notice him pull out a fresh white sheet of paper and charcoal pencil from his pocket.

He started to draw Molly Brown's elaborate looking hat that consisted of beautiful lavender and yellow flowers circling the brim as it spiraled to the tip. He made sure to keep his eyes on his father who was speaking of the guests who were to attend the wedding so he wouldn't look like his attention was diverted elsewhere. (Their dinner companions made critical comments about each wedding guest he mentioned. Typical first-class gossip. They didn't bother leaving that to the ladies.)

Halfway through his drawing, he jumped a little when he heard Julianna say, "Jack! What are you .. ? Why I can't believe this." She started to laugh. "Look at these silly drawings, everyone." She snatched the paper out of his hands and displayed it making sure everyone could see as if she were a nursery school teacher showing her class the pictures in the book she was reciting to them.

"I never understood why you are so entranced by art, son." Mr. Dawson said.

His mother agreed, "You know they will never amount to anything."

Julianna rolled her eyes. "They're right. It's such a waste of time."

Cal ignorantly insulted Pablo Picasso and his art.

"They're not a waste of time. I enjoy these." Jack said, trying to defend himself.

His father cleared his throat. "It is rude and inconsiderate to display these during our dinner."

The Hockelys nodded in agreement.

His mother frowned. "Put those away, this instant."

Julianna whispered, "First it's those gross cigarettes and now it's those horrid drawings."

Jack rose from his seat and immediately started to leave the dining hall.

He needed to get out.

Rose and Monica leaned over the one of the Titanic's railings and breathed in the overwhelming sight of the waves down below.

"I wish I knew how to swim," Monica admitted.

Rose turned away from the view below and looked at her friend. "Seriously? You don't know how to swim? I LIVE for the outdoors. Watch this!"

Rose hoisted herself over the railing and climbed to the other side.

"ROSE! Are you insane?" Monica gasped.

"Calm down, Monica. You need to stop worrying so much. It feels great." Rose turned towards the ocean and carefully grasped the railing behind her. She felt the chilly breeze all around her and was about to make another move when she suddenly slipped.

Jack made his away out of the dining area and onto the outer deck. He started to walk. He had no idea where he was going, and considering he was on a ship, he didn't really have any place to really go. He just knew he needed to get away from his family and the scum that call themselves first class.

Good Lord, he hated his life. For all his years, he tolerated and tolerated his family and the Hockleys criticizing and hassling him until he had no room to breathe.

He thought back to the day when he was about twelve years old and Cal, Mr. Hockley, his father and himself were walking down the street the other day. A lone homeless man was sitting down in front of the office that Mr. Hockley and Mr. Dawson worked at.

"Hood rats." Mr. Hockley had whispered to everyone.

Mr. Dawson and Cal snickered.

Jack felt bad. The man wore a worn out coat, dirty pants, raggedy gloves, and basically had nothing. He shivered in his skin and looked around his surroundings with wide big eyes hoping for a miracle.

Jack reached in his pocket and felt some coins. He cautiously approached the man and placed it next to him. His eyes widened even more when he saw this. He swapped the coins, got up, and ran across the street where the marketplace was.

The three other men all of a sudden laughed.

"Don't even bother, Jack. You just wasted money on someone who's going to probably die in a couple of days anyway. These street rats get knocked down rather quickly." He didn't know who said it. It was probably Mr. Hockley again. The words were too harsh to even comprehend at the time.

He remembered his father leaning down to ear's level and said, "Stop embarassing yourself, son."

And then he thought back to the day back when he was fifteen. His boarding school was hosting a school dance and of course, he had brought Julianna. They were having a simple meal in the school's large auditorium, sitting down in one of the finely decorated tables. Cal and his date were amongst them. A few others such as Peter Jones, a destined successful jockey, Nicko Veras, probably one of the richest amongst their entire social circle, and Spicer Lovejoy, Cal's best friend besides Jack. They were his "friends" for most of his educational life but Jack always secretly felt he wanted to attach a vacuum to their ears and suck out all of the air inside their brains. Because that's exactly what they were. Airheads.

At this particular dance, they were making fun of a boy named Matthew who was standing at the corner minding his own business. Cal, Peter, and Nicko walked up to him. They started to push him around vigorously as they laughed hysterically. They reached insides his pockets and Cal said, "I knew it! Not a penny in sight."

Jack instantly stood up. "What in the hell are they doing?"

Julianna tugged at Jack's cuff forcing him to sit back down. "Relax. They're just having a little fun. Everyone knows Matthew is poor." She had said it like he was some sort of alien that needed to be evacuated. "He's so annoying. Doncha think? If he wasn't so smart, he wouldn't be going to this school. Cal and them are just putting him in his place. Y'know, his place of lower status."

Jack gulped in disgust. As much as he sympathized the third-class, he was always embarrassed by his family and friends for even thinking about helping them.

He continued to make his farther and farther down the ship. He hated every aspect of the people that were apart of his life. They were only about cockiness, money, and believing that they were the best people on the face of the planet.

He sat down on the first bench he spotted and sighed. Why was he marrying Julianna?

All of a sudden, a piercing scream interrupted his thoughts. Nearby, he saw a blond woman trying to hold onto another women's hand who was apparently overboard.

Jack ripped off his jacket and ran to them. He peered over the railing and noticed a redheaded women holding on for dear life, her legs flailing wildly in the wind.

He grabbed her other arm. "Let go!" He told the blond woman.

He latched on now with both arms holding onto her. "Don't worry! I'm not going to let you go. I need to you pull yourself up."

Rose tried with all her might and Jack pulled her. They finally leveled her body all the way and she fell onto the deck, on top of Jack.

"Thankyou!" Rose said breathing heavily, still on top of Jack. Then she smiled, realizing it was the man she had a stare-fest with that morning. "My name is Rose."

"I'm Jack." He smiled back, recognizing her also.

"Um, I think you dropped this, sir." Monica bent down and picked a few bills that had dropped out of his jacket when he took it off.

"Is everything okay here?" A few men gathered around them.

Jack and Rose straightened themselves up.

"Hoy! Are you girls pickpocketing the Dawson boy?"

"What do you girls think you are doing? Seducing my fiancée and robbing him, nonetheless!" Julianna exclaimed angrily as she faced Rose and Monica with a fierce look. Rose and Monica didn't say a word. They were obviously intimidated by Julianna and her third-class status.

Jack was whisked off away from the three girls to be spoken with by a few White Star Line employees. He felt bad and wondered what in the world Julianna was saying to Rose and Monica.

"We are so so very sorry, sir. We had no idea those ladies were going to behave like that. We assure you they will be fired immediately." He was talking to Justin. He was the one who hired Rose and Monica.

"No, no, don't do that," Jack pleaded.

Justin eyebrows furrowed. "But it's the least that we can do. Even your fiancée insists."

Jack quickly shuffled his way over to Julianna.

"Don't fire them. It's all a mistake," Jack said.

Julianna turned her attention away from the girls and faced Jack. "You can't be serious. These sluts tried to trick you and practically robbed you."

Jack explained to her of what really happened and Julianna was forced to bitterly accept the truth. She was still raging with jealousy after she was told that they were found on top of each other.

"Don't fire them!" Jack reminded Justin. "In fact, let them keep that money they found." He wrapped his arms around Julianna's shoulders and led her quickly away from the scene as possible. As usual, he was embarrassed. He wanted to escape this and to avoid any remarks he would endure from his family as they put it, "wasting his life away prancing with the ugly street rats."

Rose and Monica stared down at the one-hundred dollar bills that rested in their palms and stared after Jack and Julianna's backs.

Next up: Molly Brown mistakenly invites Rose to dinner with the first-class. Julianna and his parents don't take kindly to her. And also, a "real" party ensues afterwards.

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