Hello again! Here's Chapter 3, and please excuse Elizabeth being slightly OOC... and any spelling/grammar mistakes there may be in there. I'm getting a brand shiny new computer soon, so I might - might, mind you - be able to update more often. It all depends on when my mother is home because I'm grounded at the moment and am actually not allowed online at all... but what she doesn't know won't hurt her! (Sshh!)
Anyways, here's chapter 3. I don't think it was very good, but... -sigh- well, here ya go. Review and prove me wrong, eh?
Disclaimer: If I did, Will would've gotten a bandana waaaaaaaay before the end of AWE. Will plus Pirate clothes equals one happy fangirl!
Chapter 3.
Elizabeth drummed her pencil against her notebook, sighing. First period advanced calculus was such a drag. Were it not for her father's last wishes, she wouldn't even be here. The rest of her weekend had passed by in study-induced frenzy.
"Can anyone tell me the correct answer to problem 27? Anyone...? Miss Swann, tell the class what you got," the teacher, Professor Daniels.Elizabeth glared at the man; he knew she hated being called on...
"Um... 14.6 to the 8th power?" She almost asked. Gales of laughter broke out from the class.
"Miss Swann, it was just established by three people that that is incorrect. Please, pay attention. I'm not standing up here for my health, you know," the professor said huffily.
Elizabeth narrowed her eyes at her notebook. She hated when the professors tried to make it seem like they were doing the individual members of the class think they were doing them some great personal favor... They were up there because they were paid to be up there. Had they been doing anyone in the room besides themselves any kind of service out of the goodness of their hearts, (Elizabeth snorted at the thought) they certainly wouldn't feel the need to remind the students of it.
Thankfully, the bell rang before Elizabeth was called on again. She hated this class; she had always hated math. Grinning, she picked up her bag to go to her second period class, and more importantly, her favorite class - English. She loved writing. She loved how you could just let all your emotions and thoughts out of paper, personify them, give them to some random character you thought of off the top of your head - and then suddenly, things were better. Someone else (albeit fictional), was sharing your worries, your concerns. Things weren't fixed, yet you always felt the same sense of upheaval.
Thank goodness for that, or else I'd have never have gotten through Father's death... Elizabeth thought to herself, sitting in her usual seat in her class. She was early to a class, which was extremely unusual for her.
"Morning, Elizabeth. How was your weekend?" Professor Gibbs inquired. He was a large man, older than most of the professors at Port Royal Academy, with large, gray and white sideburns that seemed to announce his presence. There was something about him that Elizabeth liked - most likely the fact that he reminded her of her grandfather so much that the resemblance was almost uncanny.
"Good, good. How was yours, Professor Gibbs?" she asked, pulling out a far more worn and far thicker binder than for any of her other classes. Various doodles and fragements of thought were scribbled across its maroon front and back.
"Ah, just fine. I read your recent work for the free project that was due on friday, and I must say, I would be lying if I said it wasn't better than anyone else in this class, or any of my others, for that matter," the old man said proudly. Elizabeth felt embarassment prick at her cheeks, flushing them slightly.
"Thanks, Professor Gibbs. I'm glad you liked it," she murmered as the rest of the class filed into the room.
"Got a thing for pirates now, eh?" he asked, grinning in a fatherly sort of way. She smiled back almost guiltily and nodded. The professor walked to the front of the classroom and began to speak.
"Morning, class. I'll be givin' back your papers today, and I must say, I was pleased. There wasn't a single paper I didn't enjoy readin'. Don't get me wrong now, there was definately room for improvement for some, but on the whole-"
The teacher was cut off by a rapping on the door so faint Elizabeth wasn't sure she had heard it. Gibbs' brow knotted in confusion as Elizabeth saw him scan the room - everyone was here, she was sure... Gibbs shrugged and opened the door. To Elizabeth's astonishment, there stood Will, thrusting a piece of paper into the surprised teacher's hand and talking to him in a low voice. The professor nodded and pointed Will to the only vacant seat in the room - the one next to Elizabeth, she noticed with growing horror. Why did the only seat available have to be next to her? Why? There was no way she'd be able to concentrate in this class now! Not with Will and his intriguing chestnut eyes and his hair cutely flopping into his face and...
"Class, this is William Turner. He had to transfer to this class because of Professor Twigg's prolonged illness. He'll be with us for the duration of the year," the professor explained.
Will sat down next to Elizabeth, who met his eyes instantly, against her better judgement.
"Hey," she said, not letting any of her shyness enter her voice. He smiled back, reaching into his bag for a pencil.
"Hey. I didn't know you were in this class. How's Gibbs? I've never had him before," Will asked, though Elizabeth thought she somehow saw that same guarded glint in his eyes she had seen on Saturday morning.
"He's my favorite teacher. Really great guy, not at all like-"
"Miss Swann and Mister Turner, I realize neither of you probably give a damn where a comma is supposed to be placed in varying quotes, but let's just do my pride a favor and pretend I'm interesting, okay?" Professor Gibbs said loudly, grinning. Elizabeth laughed.
"Sorry, Professor," she apologized.
"Yeah, yeah..." he said, still smiling, as he turned to the board behind him. Elizabeth smirked and mouthed 'see what I mean?' to Will. He nodded, smiling.
Thankfully, Professor Gibbs' review of commas only lasted about 5 minutes. True, Gibbs was her favorite teacher, but Elizabeth doubted anyone could make a lecture on punctuation particularly exciting, especially if you already knew the material so well it was second nature.
Her paper landed on her desk, facedown like always, as one of the students walked by. She turned it over, smiling. A large A+ presented itself on the top right corner, accompanied by "Great job!" in Professor Gibbs' sloppy handwriting. She flipped through the pages - there were only 3 - and looked up, the smile still on her face.
"Nice," Will said appreciatively. Elizabeth felt her face burn. She wished he wouldn't look over at her shoulder while she did the I'm-awesome-at-writing dance in her head. She felt like such a goody two-shoes when she got caught.
"Thanks!" she answered, stuffing her paper into her already too-thick binder.
"What was it on? I heard it was a free story project..." Will asked, concern showing in those dark brown eyes that fascinated Elizabeth. She half didn't want to answer, knowing that Will was going to become even more distant as soon as she did.
"Pirates," she said regretfully. The smile stayed on his face, but Elizabeth saw what happened in his eyes - they became instantly guarded, and all the warmth in them seemed to vanish.
"Hm," was all he said before returning his attention to Professor Gibbs, who was now explaining the rubric for grading their papers. Elizabeth, for the first time in her life, wished she had lied.
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-sigh- Like I said, not my favorite chapter. I wanted to incorporate Gibbs in somewhere, and I thought English teacher would be good - Elizabeth has to have a thing for English, or else it would simply not be an LV-chan story, and I've always kinda thought he had a grandfatherly feel to him, what with the storytelling and all.
And now! Extended thanks to all my lovely reviewers! You guys know I love ya!
Williz (first chapter): Thanks so much! I've read most of your longer stories, and they're awesome! I onmly hope I can half as good as you! -bows-
Luckyloser07 (first chapter): Aren't we all? xD Hoping you liked how I wrote Will!
Shani8 (first chapter): Thanks soooo much! I hope you like where I'm going! And don't worry, I joined hidetherum as soon as I heard! I made my name AtWarWithTheWorld (it's the third and most important thing needed to be a pirate, of course) and made a noob thread earlier today. Hope to see you there!
U dont no mi (first chapter): Don't worry, this is most definately Willabeth. Anything else is just, well... piracy. xD And not the good kind. Thanks for reviewing!
Ali (first chapter): Thanks for the suggestion! I have a scene forming in my mind... maybe if I'm lucky I can make it down on paper (well, computer screen anyway :D) before it escapes my memory, as my ideas so often do xD But this is and will always be a Willabeth story.
Smithy (second chapter): Mashed potatoes are supreme! xD And finally, someone else who cried at the end! Everyone that I've talked to was just "really sad." Hmph. Well, you know what? I'm an overly emotional fangirl and PROUD! Oh, and PM or email about that curse thing, because I've never heard that before. Oh, please let it be true and let that happen in the 4th movie! (Assuming there is one. -crosses fingers- please please please...) And most of all, thanks for reviewing!
SarahJo (first AND second chapter, bless you!): Yaaaaay! If I ever got accused of being a Sparrabether, I'd probably go drown myself... or some other equally piratey way of suicide. Your review made my day! Hope you continue to read and like my story!
pinki84297 (second chapter): Actaully, I was thinking of something like that! I wasn't going to let it get that far, if you know what I mean, but I will enjoy painting Norrington as the bad guy in this. Although, even if I haven't introduced him yet, Beckett will be making an appearance soon, and trust me, he is going to be the Big Bad Wolf of this story.
Nexlei (second chapter): -sigh- If only... The ending would have been much less of a tearjerker, mark m'words! Ah, why was Will acting strange at the mention of pirates? Can't tell you that yet, dearie! Oh, but don't worry, I'll make it known soon:D Everyone who knows me can tell you, I can't keep a secret. Thanks so much for taking the time to review!
Icelands (second chapter): Well, as you can tell, I'm afraid this is and will always be all-around Willabeth. I'm a proud Willabether and that won't ever change. But! Hoping that you're liking the story anyways! I'll add even more Jack in the next chapter, just for you! Thanks for reviewing!
just me (second chapter): So, uh... you thought it sounded like Sparrabeth? Bang your head on the wall at least once more, just for good measure! And I'll just have to work extra-hard to change your mind! -salutes- You'll be a Willabether yet!
Alrighty, that's everyone! Hope you all liked this chapter of PRA! (-snorts- I'm so original...) I might not be able to update until I get my new computer, so please excuse a probable prolonged wait. Trust me, I want to write it as much as you want to read it! PEACE!
Vampire love!