THE HOTNESS: A Modern Teen Pride and Prejudice (chapter ten: Homeroom)

Chapter Ten

Priorites and Private conversations

   “I’ve decided to help with the Bachelor Auction and the pre-prom party – if you guys still need someone,” Paige told her sister.  

    “Of course, I’ll tell Wednesday.”

    I texted the other girls straight away.

    Shiloh was very excited as they took the school bus home that day.

    “Not a good look,” Mackenzie stated, shaking her head. “I have no idea why you all voted those two in,” she added. Of course we’d offered to drive the Bennet sisters home but there were so many of them. The older Bennets were considered attractive and hardworking but they weren’t rich and didn’t live in a glitzy suburb like Honey (Bel Air) or even the nicest part of Sunrise. They lived, like I said before, on the wrong side of the tracks.

    “Do you want a lift, Sweetie?” Mackenzie asked me.

    “No, my mom’s picking me up after swim practice.”

     “Oh, cool,” Mackenzie said, as if it wasn’t. Being a Princess wasn’t as much fun as she thought it was going to be.    

   

     I laughed at the thought of her when I adjusted my goggles. I couldn’t deny our swim coach (we call him Mr Suave), isn’t our main reason for participating in the club. He’s really old (almost thirty) but relatively cute and his girlfriend hangs out in the bleechers like his personal fan club every afternoon except Fridays. Some women need to get a life. Whatever.

     As I wrote that into my story it suddenly occurred to me that maybe Mackenzie’s meanness was rubbing off on me. That wouldn’t be great, would it? My mom wouldn’t be proud, so I scribbled it out but I totally think women need to have their own interests outside of their boyfs. (that’s short for boyfriends) and husbands, don’t you? I’m going to put that under my advice column: Wednesday’s Advice. I think Honey’s got that covered though. I’m just her PA stand in. Honey is by far the most popular freshman. She’s pretty in the right way and definitely nice as well. I’m so glad we’re friends. I always beat her in swimming races though.

       Darcy pulled up into his driveway around the same exact moment as Honey and I were being dropped home.

       Mackenzie, having arrived earlier, realized just a glimpse of Darcy’s hotness from her upstairs window brightened her day. He glanced up at her through the car window and waved dismissively. He too had trailed the school bus. He was thinking how much he’d hate having to take public transport in LA as he clicked open the gates without giving Mackenzie even a backward glance.  

 

    That night, in their crowded but clean and comfortable home, the eldest Bennet sisters (who shared a large, fairy light decorated attic bedroom) were talking in their beds.

    “Okay, do you want to hear it? I’m ready.”

    “Of course,” Shiloh replied encouragingly. Shiloh was always encouraging. Her real ambitions, however unfashionable to her sister, lay in her heart and her home.

    Paige read her speech standing on her bed with Shiloh listening in rapt adoration. When Paige spoke, standing on her bed, it was almost like she was on fire – but in a good way. Paige got quite impassioned about topics whereas Shiloh was always happier sitting quietly and listening.

     At the end of Paige’s speech, Shiloh clapped.

    “Oh, Paige, I think your argument is amazing!”

    “Do you Shiloh, really? I mean, I’m not sure about my competition, except that he’s an Aussie misogynist, obviously.

     “What does that mean?”

    “It means he doesn’t think girls are as good as boys… just because… we’re girls!”

     “Oh.”

     “I didn’t think he’d be that popular, but then half the class voted for him. I think it’s because I’m too outspoken… not popular…”

      “Mmm… but don’t you think Ryan’s good looking?”

      “I suppose so,” Paige said hesitantly, lest Shiloh should think she liked him. Ryan was cute, but Paige was way too argumentative for such an easy going boy. He was obviously perfect for Shiloh, though.

    “I think he’s one of the cutest guys I’ve ever met,” Shiloh added.

    “Oh Shiloh, you like him!”

    “Uh Huh. I think I do.”

    “Well, be careful. He and his friend are just so…”

    “So what?”

    At that question Paige began to smile. She hugged her polka dot pyjama-clad legs and laughed.

    “So rich...”

    “I overheard Elle saying they are the richest people in the Southern Hemisphere. But I never thought Australians were class conscious. Maybe we’re just misinterpreting him. Darcy seems snobbish but maybe he’s just shy, like me.”    

    “Maybe… but I doubt it.”

    “Oh well, I’m sleepy,” Shiloh yawned. Paige went to flick the dimmer.

    “Remember,” Shiloh said, “Tomorrow… don’t hide your light.”

Paige smiled in the dark. 

THE HOTNESS: A Modern Teen Pride and Prejudice (chapter nine: Votes)

Chapter Nine

Votes

    On Friday, the captaincy was to be decided. Darcy pretended he didn’t care about beating Paige.

    As he entered the classroom, he noticed Paige Bennet reviewing her notes, her hair scrunched on top of her head, reading intently. He realized Mackenzie was right. Although he wouldn’t know or care about one designer brand from another, it was clear to him that this girl was a hot mess. Emphasis on the hot, she’d make a great fake girlfriend apart from her outspoken personality.

     Darcy tried to clear his mind of those inappropriate thoughts. How could he even entertain the idea? All the stress of dealing with his sister’s drama had made him delusional. Besides, her siblings were low rent even if she and her sister were passably hot. She was totally unsuitable. He felt quite alarmed that he was even thinking about her again. This meant he’d been thinking about her before. Darcy sat down, confused. Then he remembered this was the day of the captaincy vote and they each had to prepare a speech.  Darcy hadn’t prepared. He’d been debate champion in Sydney.   

    At his all boys’ school, it had never really occurred to him to think of girls as people – apart from his sister who was obviously a person, albeit an emotionally damaged one. He just considered girls another species, really. Even Mackenzie, though she’d always sucked up to him, was not a person he particularly liked, he merely felt safe around her, familiar. He knew she had a different value system and that aspect of Mackenzie’s personality, bothered him.

    Darcy sat up straight and watched as Paige took control of the ballots and the handing out of the pencils. Even Darcy wasn’t sure why they were going through with this charade. As the new boy, he didn’t expect to be made captain. The teacher began:

    “Now, it appears Paige does not go unopposed this semester,” Mrs Tartt noted loudly after the students were seated. At this point Paige had reached Darcy’s desk. Paige thought his smile arrogant as he chewed the end of his pencil. Paige, on the other hand, gave him a half-smile and said under her breath, “no need to look so smug.”

    This astounded Darcy, who’d never really thought of himself that way. He shuffled in his seat and felt quite unsettled by Paige’s assertion. He never really spoke to women who challenged him. His own mother had ignored him since he was a little baby. Instead of backing out, as he’d wanted to do, being as disinterested in joining school clubs as he previously was, his interest was heightened by her challenge.  Darcy raised his hand.  Someone (me) was scribbling it all down and Darcy looked over suspiciously. I smiled to myself. Although Darcy was likely to lose, he would never let Paige think she’d walked all over him without a fight.

    The ballot was called and the students folded their pieces of paper, one by one and placed them in the large piggy bank on Mrs Tartt’s desk.

    “Now, two hundred words each please, while I count the votes. The topic of the day is:  Should we ban all junk food in middle school? This half of the class please take the affirmative, the other half take the negative…”

     Darcy rolled his eyes and started scratching away on his paper. He’d been given topics just like this at his previous school and they were just as lame. Still, he wouldn’t give Paige Bennet the thrill of seeing him look at her so he kept his head down.

     As the students wrote, Miss Tartt counted the ballots.

     Bored, Darcy finished his draft before everyone else. Even Paige was still writing. He decided to flick the eraser onto the end of his pencil and use Paige’s back for target practice. Mrs Tartt was paying no attention to the back row but Paige swung round the moment the eraser hit her back.

     “That’s harassment… and could you be any more juvenile and attention seeking Darcy Donovan? That’s your name, right?” she whispered, “I heard Miss Tartt reading it out.”

     “Um… yes,” Darcy said, his face turning red. He’d wanted her attention but not like this. Paige was a real viper, like one of those venomous snakes he grew up hearing about. Hadn’t one crawled all over his grandfather when he’d first travelled to the outback? And hadn’t his grandfather lay there in his tent, frozen so the snake could crawl over him without biting?

      Before they could whisper again, Mrs Tartt stood up.

      “Pens down, class, I’d like to announce a tie. There are two things we could do. I could decide the winner myself, but that would be undemocratic, or we could vote again on Monday – after our candidates have had a chance to do a two minute speech on a topic of my approval.’

    The students started to talk amongst themselves. They voted on a new topic.

     “Okay, so, Paige and Darcy, unless either of you want to withdraw from the candidacy, I’m going to give you the topic.”

    Paige shook her head defiantly and Darcy just nodded looking very surprised.

    Great, well, we now have Thursday’s lesson to look forward to.

    The topic is: Peer Pressure is more Beneficial than Harmful.

Rys Wickam groaned. He’d heard it all before. I smiled to myself. Debate club was getting interesting. I was only sorry I couldn’t throw my hat into the ring but freshman weren’t allowed. Besides, between being Mackenzie’s pretend slave, learning my lines and dance class, I was way too busy.

     

    Paige thought about the topic as she read over it, barely glancing over at Darcy as he walked out of the room.

    Rys hung by the door to catch her as she left. “Wait up,” he said walking with her. Paige smiled, open to the possibility of a new friend but her mind was on Darcy. She was not used to being challenged in this way and she wondered how a new boy had already become so popular – then she realized, it wasn’t that Darcy was popular – it’s just that maybe she wasn’t.

     Perhaps it was time to get social. 

THE HOTNESS: A Modern Teen Pride and Prejudice (chapter eight: Teenage Gold Diggers)

Chapter Eight

Teenage Gold Diggers

There were two shocks in store for Shiloh and Paige the next day in the cafeteria. Firstly, we, The Princesses, formally asked them to join their group. Melody was leaving anyway but her father’s departure had been delayed. Our head Princess wanted to continue the tradition of making our group exclusive but not ‘mean,’ and Melody liked Shiloh (and thought she might make leader one day) and Shiloh wouldn’t join without Paige – so that’s how it all came about. Though Paige told no one she was part of our circle. She sat with Shiloh at lunch and Shiloh took Melody’s place when she left, which would have been fine, until Mackenzie started to show her true colors.

    Anyway, I blogged, doesn’t exclusivity make us mean by association?

    Shiloh was a bit confused. Paige saw all things clearly. I heard them talking in the locker rooms.

    “This group are snobbish and elitist. I want out,” Paige said.

    “I want to stay in,” Shiloh replied, asserting herself for once.

     Paige didn’t want to hurt her sister but I’m sure she knew we only let her in because we wanted Shiloh to join. Shiloh meant everything to Paige. As well as being a sister, she was her best friend, so that made Paige one of us even if we hadn’t formally voted her in.  

     As I skipped along to art class, there were pictures of the legendary Princess founders – Teegan, Tory, Brooke and Freya who had hoped to one day be real Princesses themselves – in the honor cabinet.  It was kind of sad. There were so few possibilities to become an American Princess in their era.

    So, after a girlhood of being totally mean, the founding princesses had to settle into suburbia. They were now moms and had become surprisingly nice. They hadn’t married real princes (of course) but they had married rich and as far as power went, they had to settle for running the Parents of the Poshest Bel Air Schools committee.

     I strolled through to my drama class. I wanted to arrive early to practice my audition piece for this new TV show my agent had been bugging me about.

     If you read my sister’s best friend’s memoir (Pride & Princesses) you’ll know I’ve been auditioning since I was three. Well, actually, I got a TV commercial and the money I made is in trust and enough to pay my way through college, thanks to my sister and her best friend, Phoebe. It’s only recently that my interest in auditioning has returned. My manager Thom has gone from tiny office in a backstreet to being attached to the largest acting agency in a fancy part of LA. He leaves messages all the time for me but I only return them sometimes. It’s important he knows I’m not desperate for work.

     As I worked away on my audition piece in the empty theatre waiting for class to start, emoting at the top of my voice, Mackenzie began to temporarily lose her mind in another part of the school. She’d surveyed the cafeteria and was contemplating the social structure of the place. Mackenzie concluded, now that Melody was out and Shiloh was in, that her week long grip on power was tenuous.  

     “They will NOT upstage me with some povvie princess whose fashion sense is at least a season out of date!” Shiloh ranted to the bathroom mirror. Unfortunately the mirror did not reply.

     *note to reader: “povvie” = a derogatory word used by Mackenzie to describe her financially challenged rivals. I don’t endorse the use of this word. It derives from ‘poverty’ which is in direct opposition to the affluence of the Bingley and Donovan families.  

    

THE HOTNESS: A Modern Teen Pride and Prejudice (chapter seven: Debate class)

Chapter Seven

Debate class

    “Yada yada yada,” Darcy whispered as study hall became English class elective  - debate club. Only Me (I had permission to sit in on the class during my study hall to collect Mackenzie’s notes), Paige, Darcy, Shiloh, Ryan and Rys stayed in their places. We were reading on our cell phones as we waited for the combined English-debate class. Actually, Paige was writing notes and Ryan and Shiloh were smiling at each other – again.

     Darcy sighed under his breath and rudely stretched his legs. Paige flicked her dark hair off her face and rolled it into a bun. Darcy put his feet on the window sill close by his desk until the teacher entered the room and he quickly removed them. He didn’t realize he’d have both homeroom and an elective with the annoying Paige.

    Their debate teacher, a scholastic looking woman named Mrs Tartt who’d taught at Sunrise forever and was married to another teacher, arrived with her folder pages falling all over the floor. Rys and Shiloh helpfully offered to pick up the papers. Darcy just sat stony silent and chewed the end of a pencil.

    “Weirdo,” Rys whispered under his breath as he moved back to sit beside Paige. Paige’s lack of response was evidence of her agreement.

    The junior and senior classes were studying Shakespeare in English this semester but on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays some of the students elected debate class instead.

      “Before we start on topics, we need to establish who is going to be captain of  debate team this semester since our last captain just went on to Harvard.”

      Mrs Tartt was clearly thrilled as she glanced at the former senior whose photo made up the previous year’s winning team.

     “I have only one applicant’s name put forward. So, Paige Bennet is elected if the captaincy goes unopposed.”

       Mrs Tartt looked around the room. Such a lack of competition wasn’t good for anybody, Mrs Tartt reasoned.

      Someone groaned. The class looked relatively disinterested. Only Paige and a couple of seniors (and me) took debate club at all seriously.

      Ryan knew it would be good for his friend to become involved in this class. He knew, when Darcy spoke, it was without prejudice and his usual uncaring persona because he’d witnessed this phenomenon before when they’d been at boarding school together. Darcy spoke, people listened. He had the makings of a great speaker. After all, he had ambition. Before he ran his own cattle station, he planned to finish law school.

    Ryan knew this and with barely a moment’s hesitation, he raised his hand and said, “Darcy Donovan is running for captain too.”

    Darcy and Paige both looked horrified.  

    “Ah… (he looked at his schedule because he’d barely bothered to read his nondescript teacher’s name prior to this) don’t you have to have already been a member of the team for six months?”

   “Ah, no,” Mrs Tartt replied, “It doesn’t say anything about those requirements here – only that the captain must be a junior or a senior at Sunrise High School – so, that’s you and I’ll write your name here… Ah, let’s see, Darcy Donovan – yes, now it’s so wonderful to see all my students engaged in appropriate activities for the semester…”

    Mrs Tartt went on to list every student and their ‘activities’ with a special smile for the delightful Shiloh and her charming new companion, Ryan. Mrs Tartt then wished all of her students were as easy going as those two. She knew you shouldn’t play favorites but after all these years, it was hard not to warm to some students more than others. The new boy, Darcy, reminded Mrs Tartt so much of another boy she’d taught years ago – Mark Knightly. Only Mark’s personality was far less... dark.  The  cloud forming on Darcy Donovan’s face belied his (admitted) handsomeness.  It had to be said, there was something about his arrogant smile which Mrs Tartt felt mildly disapproving of.

    And Paige Bennet? She’d heard all about her from the guidance counselor at her previous school. Paige certainly had some lessons to learn also. Well, that was what school was for. Yes, the competition would be good for both of them.

THE HOTNESS: A Modern Teen Pride and Prejudice (chapter six: Homeroom)

Chapter Six

Homeroom

    Darcy spent his first boring moments of home room seated in the back row scratching the initials of all his exes into his desk. There were a lot of them. He had no idea why his relationships didn’t work out. Perhaps young females had better value systems because the minute he told them about the stuff with his grandfather and asked them to sign a confidentiality agreement – they generally dumped him. This time he wouldn’t be so stupid. This time he’d pretend to be really in love with the lucky girl he chose to take to Australia for the summer vacay.

     While they waited for Mrs Tartt, Darcy’s worst nightmare showed up with a late pass.

     Rys Wickam. What a jerk.  

     Rys’s father had been Darcy’s business partner – controller of their Los Angeles business empire for quite a while until it all went wrong.

     There was an empty seat next to Paige and Rys headed straight for it.

     Typical, Darcy thought.

     Paige smiled at Rys who whispered, “I didn’t know I’d meet such a babe in this place… He pulled out his cell, “…wanna friend?”

     Paige saw Darcy looking up anxiously and immediately smiled at Rys who was tall, blonde and handsome and nodded to Rys. Rys could easily pull off this hottie pose he had going on. At least some boys have a sense of humor, Paige thought, as she glanced defiantly back at Darcy Donovan. Darcy could learn a thing or two from Rys’ easygoing friendly manner.

     Paige considered the moment. It was only boys who didn’t know her who dared try to chat her up. Rys would surely learn soon enough that she had the rep for being “an ice queen” (wasn’t that how Dan Devitt – previous town tool and high school sexpert - had described her after she’d agree to date him – once?) That was at her previous school in New Mexico. He’d lied about that date afterwards telling anyone who was interested that Paige was easy. It had taken Paige an entire semester to win back her reputation as a studious, serious girl. Paige hoped things would be different in a new town and she wasn’t about to just hand her trust to another teenage boy who’d trash talk her behind her back.

    Besides, the second Bennet sister was all about her studies.

    Paige wanted to go to Harvard. Her mother was very disapproving. Mrs Bennet thought girls had the greatest potential to find happiness in home and family life. Paige’s domestic situation was like a Jane Austen novel. Nevertheless, Paige was into extra-curricular activities. Becoming captain of debate team would look great on all her applications and there was not another junior who would dare to challenge her.

     Rys Wickam, busy texting under the desk, was clearly more interested in social networking than study. He was unlikely to be interested in academic credentials and Darcy was busy scratching initials, playing the ‘bad boy’, as if he didn’t already have ‘conformist’ practically tattooed on his forehead.  

THE HOTNESS: A Teen Pride and Prejudice (chapter five: The Bennet Sisters)

Chapter Five

The Bennet Sisters

   “Did you see that? He just brushed past us and almost knocked my folder off the table,” Paige Bennet said.

   “Is he the new boy with the yummy accent?”

   “Yes. Apparently being polite is not high on his list of priorities.”

   “You should give him a chance.”

    “Why?”

    “We go to the same school. That means we’re going to be seeing a lot of those boys.”  

    “Well I don’t like the dark haired one. He thinks he’s so handsome. He looks like he eats girls for breakfast and spits them out for lunch. He looks like a typical sexist, arrogant… “

    “You better find a way to get along with him. He’s in your debate class,” Shiloh added, looking up from her schedule.  

    “Great, just what I need - a boy who thinks he’s not only prettier than me, but smarter to boot.”

    “He can’t be all bad, Paige. His friend seems… so nice,” Shiloh assured her sister.

    “You’ve spoken to him?”

    “Not yet, but I’m about to. He put his name down for Spring Awakening. By the way, I put yours down too.”

    “Great,” Paige said, as if it wasn’t.  

     Shiloh, if I gave you the right impression, was dreamy and sweet and kind. Paige was not as easy to like upon first impressions. Most girls were threatened by her. She was pretty (though she tried to hide it) and she had ambition. Paige Bennet wanted to be the first woman in her family to go to law school. Paige was a bit of a high achieving control freak, I’d have to state for the record, but she was also a girl Veronica, Honey and I grew to look up to over time. Right from the start, she spoke her mind. I just wished she matched it with the right shade of lipstick.  

    The next morning, Sia and Rebel raced off to their home rooms with me. Senta, on the other hand had wandered off to her morning prayer group, The Praise & Worshipfuls, and then to the music department where her first lesson – piano – would be presided over by her new favorite teacher, Mr Benz. Mr Benz was widely thought of as being not entirely unfortunate-looking. I’d say he was passably cute.

    Meanwhile, Shiloh and Paige headed to their connecting homerooms. Paige was  still unable to pull her head out of the novel she was reading, all about a young girl who wanted to rule the world but her evil Uncle, who already ruled the world, wouldn’t let her and didn’t think her capable and tried to lock her in a tower forever. But the girl escaped and got revenge…   

THE HOTNESS: A Modern Teen Pride and Prejudice (chapter four: New School )

Chapter Four

New School    

   Back at school the following week, Paige overheard Darcy say how lame it was that their new high school “didn’t even have a swimming pool.” His friend nodded and Paige couldn’t believe how entitled they sounded. She’d heard Australians weren’t at all socially particular but these two really broke the mold.  

    “Honestly, you’d think they were titled aristocrats, the way they act,” Paige told Shiloh, who nodded and smiled happily at the group walking by.

    That group was The Princesses, and we were already thinking about voting Shiloh in.   

    Plenty of clubs had asked Darcy and Ryan to join but Darcy didn’t like being mobbed. Even so, he looked lonely and miserable sitting, waiting for Ryan to join him at recess. He was thinking how much more fun he’d have helping to drive cattle across the Simpson Desert back in Australia or going to New York to film another web series when his younger sister, Blair, called him again on his cell. Blair was in rehab for obsessive compulsive disorder issues, amongst other things.

    Darcy rushed outside to take Blair’s call. He didn’t like to neglect her since she suffered from depression and low self-esteem. He’d already had his cell confiscated once by some overzealous teacher who didn’t understand (it wasn’t Darcy’s way to explain his personal issues) and he didn’t want to risk detention again.

     As he stood by his locker in the hallway, the youngest Bennet sisters came running outside to gossip about a text one of them had received from a boy. Darcy was irritated by their behavior.  Sia Bennet’s language was bad but Rebel’s fashion sense was worse. Darcy blocked the sound in his right ear and was glad that at least his sister would never act so loud and embarrassing in public.

    After Darcy finished his call, he walked inside to finish his lunch. The Bennet sisters were all seated at a table by then and still gossiping. Rebel looked up at him with food in her mouth and laughed as if he were the joke and not her.

    “Revolting,” Darcy said of the cafeteria food after he took a bite of his pizza. “I’m going to ask Macey to make me something edible to bring tomorrow.”

     Ryan smiled.

     “Mine’s pretty good, actually,” Ryan said, chewing happily.

     “I like it here,” Ryan confided to Darcy, “the girls are cute and the open spaces on the freeways and in the suburbs remind me of home. What an amazing country! I can’t wait to drive Route 66 and go exploring over summer.”

    “Whatever,” Darcy said. He hated to show enthusiasm. It was totally uncool but he grudgingly had to admit the US was one of the most beautiful places on earth from some of the travels he’d done with his family across country as he was growing up. It didn’t stop him missing where he was from, though. The view overlooking Sydney Harbor first thing in the morning was one of the most spectacular on the planet and Darcy longed to show it off to his friends someday. Looking over at the table of mis-matched sisters, the two older, good-looking and studious ones and the unruly younger ones, he doubted he’d meet anyone suitable here.

   “And remember Darcy, to make a friend, you have to be a friend,” Macey had warned him when he was six. 

    Yeah, whatever, Darcy thought. “Who are they?” he asked Ryan.

    “They are the Bennet sisters. The eldest, Shiloh, is in my home room. I think she’s nice.”

     Darcy rolled his eyes.

     “That’s all I need, my best friend going gaga for some local girl. Who am I supposed to hang out with if you hook up with her? Mackenzie?” Darcy laughed at his own joke.  

     At that moment, Rebel flicked a bread roll at Sia, whilst Senta (who wore glasses and was so named because, being the middle child, she was at the center of the family), glowered at both of her younger siblings as she highlighted pages of her dictionary.

    Darcy noticed Ryan’s admiration in his voice and the way he smiled at Shiloh.  Then Darcy looked in horror again at the youngest girl, Rebel. It was like that moment in Marley and Me when the couple found out Marley was the tear away of the litter. The Bennets were trouble.

    “Well, her sisters have a lot to learn about eating in public. I can’t believe there is anyone to friend here…”

    “Cheer up, the cafeteria is half empty. Besides, the Bennet sisters are by far the cutest girls I’ve seen since we arrived in Beverly Hills.”

    “Mmm… The eldest is overly pretty. She looks too smiley, almost to the point of stupidity and the middle one is too smart looking. She wears glasses when she reads, she studies too much. The second-eldest is pretty enough but she has no style and speaks her mind too loudly. She’s obviously judgemental. Did you see the way she just looked at me? ...”

    It takes one to know one, Ryan thought. 

   “I doubt we’ll meet any girls I could bring home to grandfather.”

   “Oh, I’d forgotten about the wedding vows…” Ryan laughed.

   “Don’t remind me.”

    Darcy had just received a letter from his cray cray grandfather, upping the stakes. Again, he offered Darcy the first part of his inheritance at twenty- one, an entire sixty thousand acre cattle station, only if he was engaged to be married. Darcy knew he’d have to find or hire a suitable girl to present as his ‘steady’ by summer.

     “I doubt there are even two suitable girls in the whole school worth dating.”

     “You could always go online.”

     “My grandfather could trace that in minutes…”

     “You could always date Mackenzie…”

     “I’d rather stick pins in my toes. She’s such a viper. My fake girlfriend needs to at least appear legit. I doubt I have any chance of fooling him at all with Mackenzie.”    Darcy had no intention of ever getting married. He liked the idea of playing the field… forever, but his grandfather was old fashioned and believed in long engagements and even longer marriages.

     “Early marriages and lots of children create stability within the family,” he’d informed Darcy’s father.   

     “With your attitude,” Ryan told him, “I doubt any woman would be willing to go along with your game.”

    “Most people are willing to do anything for money. But you’re right. It would be better if she actually thinks I like her…”

     “Whatever,” Ryan shrugged. “Anyway, it’s in our best interests to make friends.”

     “Agreed.”

    “That’s why I’ve already signed us up for the soccer team and the school play. Oh, and it says here they’re doing a G-rated version of Spring Awakening.”

    “You can’t be serious.”

    “Sure, they’ve taken out all the adult themes and profanity.”

    “What’s left?”

    “Melodies? No, it says here they took out the songs too, so they don’t have to pay for the rights. They’re just basing it on the original story. Cheer up Darcy. We both like to perform, right?”

    “Are you serious? Plays are just so…”

    “So what?”

    “They’re for girls, Ryan: girls and girly-boys. Not for us. I’m taking debate.”

    “Debate’s not a great way to meet your future wife…” Ryan said sarcastically. “You need to meet women who aren’t... overly academic.”

     Darcy nearly choked on his soda.

     “And make friends in general…”

     “Friends? You mean like her?”

     Darcy pointed to Shiloh and in that moment Paige also looked up. Darcy hated to admit it, but when Paige stared straight at him with her blue stare and glossy pout, it was like he’d been hit by a bolt of lightning. What a cliché. He almost hated himself for feeling the way he did. If he knew what he felt he’d be able to describe it as… an opposite attraction. Didn’t Macey always tell him, “in love, like meets like?”  

    Whatever.

    Darcy averted his glance and reminded himself it would be foolish to be diverted from his fake girlfriend hunting task and side tracked by the threat of romance. 

     It bothered Darcy that Paige Bennet’s challenging stare had unnerved him.  He couldn’t shake the idea that she’d overheard his comment about Spring Awakening (she took drama class along with me) and that she was somehow judging him – way too harshly. 

    He checked his schedule: debate class.

    “I think this afternoon is going to be… fun,” Ryan offered.

    “You can’t be serious. I don’t know how we ended up here but it feels like the end of days…”

    “Darcy, I’m reading the athletics schedule and it sounds good. We go to practice after try-outs tomorrow. I really think this new school is going to be the making of us, mate…”

     “And I feel like leaving right about now,” Darcy stood up, pulled his shades back over his eyes and slumped past the Bennet sisters, ignoring Paige as he left the room.

THE HOTNESS: A Modern Teen Pride and Prejudice (chapter three: New Girls)

Chapter Three

New girls

     Into this mix of the young, the new and the entitled, came the new girls. The Bennets had just moved to LA from somewhere in the Midwest. Paige, the girl who seemed to draw Darcy’s attention immediately in the lunch room, dressed plainly in jeans and an old college sweater. She dragged her dark curls back in a messy ponytail and wore glasses and unfashionable clothes. But I’ve seen all the classic teen films, especially Some Kind of Wonderful and she was clearly hiding the pretty beneath the surface.  

     Her older sister Shiloh was both beautiful and pristine. She wore semi-fashionable clothes and was regularly stopped on LA streets by scouts wanting to sign her up for modeling classes (her father didn’t approve and Shiloh hated to rock the boat).

     At first sight, Mackenzie was jealous of the older Bennet girls, until she saw the younger ones. Senta (the middle sister) was as quiet and unassuming as a mouse and Sia and Rebel (the younger ones) were outrageous and notorious down to the ripped black stockings and denim jean shorts they insisted on changing into after they’d left the house in the mornings.

     Meanwhile, it had become clear that the newbie boys were stuck in the wrong place.

     “It’s either this or home schooling and I’m not having that on! Just an excuse for teenage boys to bludge away an entire semester. No way!” Darcy’s father was way overwhelming as I’m sure you’ve gathered by his strange Australian yelling.

     Even though Darcy and Ryan were supposed to have been enrolled at an exclusive New York boarding school for the semester in a moment of sublime (some thought divine) intervention, the enrolment forms had gone astray. They were both posted by Darcy’s father’s short sighted personal assistant, Macey, and Macey had posted them to the wrong place.

    Usually, strings would be pulled. Unfortunately, in this case, no string could be pulled until the following semester.

     Macey kept her job because she was ‘like family’ and according to Mr Darcy, Sunrise High would ‘toughen them up’. Darcy and Ryan’s parents promptly relocated to New York for the school semester, promising to commute every weekend. Both Darcy and Ryan were mostly left in the hands of their respective lawyer-guardians and housekeepers. It was a good thing their houses were adjacent to each other in Beverly Hills and part of a gated community that looked down on parts of Sunrise central. They hung out like brothers, every day.

    They couldn’t believe some lame, artistically orientated establishment was the only place they could go at the eleventh hour. It was precisely because Sunrise High had an arts program that there were extra places for boys. Not many boys put the arts program down as their first preference.

     And so both boys were enrolled at Sunrise and Darcy, in particular, had the wrong attitude. His Dad’s housekeeper, Macey, was his formal guardian whilst his parents resided in Los Angeles. Macey had known Darcy since he was a baby and could do no wrong in her eyes.

     Nevertheless, Darcy thought it would be easy. He thought he could just *”bludge” away the entire semester doing nothing. (*Bludge is an Australian-English word for ‘doing nothing.’)

    Ryan went along with most of his friend’s suggestions. It was easier that way. 

    Neither Darcy nor Ryan had ever attended a State (or Public) school.

    “It’s so low class,” Darcy complained.

    And Darcy was over it even before he and Ryan rocked up in his Dad’s Ferrari, parked it with an arrogant screech of the wheels and walked towards the school gates. Ryan, on the other hand, was excited.

     “I think it looks like fun,” Ryan noted as he pulled up his sunglasses.

    During his first weekend in LA, Ryan had noticed an extremely pretty girl named Shiloh, standing in line at the local Sunrise cinema. He’d been too shy to talk to her but he overheard her conversation with her younger sister about the school they attended. It was called Sunrise. Ryan was hoping Shiloh would be in one of his classes since she looked about the same age as him and he was sure he saw a girl just like her walking through the front gate.

    On that first day of school, even after the bell rang, peeps stared.

    On the second day, peeps swooned - even though Darcy had decided to lie low and not draw attention to himself. Only six freshman dared to ask him for his autograph.

    “I don’t usually do this,” he shrugged reluctantly as he scrawled his name and the girls ran off screaming.

    Ryan shook his head and laughed. Darcy’s ego was more inflated than ever. It never occurred to Darcy that his pushy manager had hired the girls to act like his professional fans for a week.

     If I was to be completely honest I’d have to say Darcy, being older by three months, taller and richer, was cuter than Ryan (who was cute enough already to have been stopped on the street in The Grove and given the card of a casting scout who asked him if he’d ever been interested in acting). When he told his best friend Darcy about this, Darcy scoffed and laughed so hard that Ryan was resigned to placing the card at the bottom of his desk drawer.

    On the third day, teachers told the new boys they’d have to open up their folders and do some work. The boys just shrugged. Ryan smiled while he did this as he liked to get along with everybody. Darcy, on the other hand, got up and left the classroom without a hall pass. He had a phone call to make.

    ‘Later,’ was all he said as Mrs Tartt tried to stop him. 

    Paige Bennet, an honor’s student from a humble background, noted in her journal at lunch that day; Darcy Donovan is the most obnoxious boy I’ve ever met.

    He’d collided with her in the hallway and had pushed her out of the way without even apologizing.

    “I’m so over rude, arrogant jocks who think they are it,” she told her sister and confidant, Shiloh.

     “His friend’s cute though,” Shiloh whispered with a smile.

     “Where do they even come from?” Paige asked. “They are so conceited.”

      When Paige heard Darcy speak he had a deep, rich, almost-English sounding accent as he said something about a girl named Blair. Typical, Paige thought, guys like him had a woman in every port. Her arty aunt Tia, who lived in New York City, would have agreed.