One Word From You: A Pride and Prejudice Adaptation by Natalie Penna Page B
Authors: Natalie Penna
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track of her partners or offspring.
I fully intended to ignore Wyatt during his time at the school.
From what little I remembered of him, he was pretty full of himself. Not in the way that William or Chantelle were, because they were completely aware of how they felt above anyone else in their company. With Wyatt, it was more like he imagined he was able to blend in with the people around himself, while maintaining some kind of distinguished presence.
In short, the guy was a prat.
“ Why do you think we're being called to assembly?” Meg asked me quietly as we marched through the halls one Monday morning, our little group lost against the tide of students. It was too early for any kind of an announcement, and I had no patience for anything a teacher might have to tell me before ten in the morning.
“ Maybe someone died,” Lisa said.
“ Or some of the teachers are having affairs,” Chrissy suggested.
“ I don't think that's the sort of thing they announce,” I quietened them with my logic, “It's going to be something stupid. You're setting yourselves up to be disappointed if you think it's anything else.”
Jenny linked her arm through mine, “Do you think perhaps it's to do with the student teacher?”
“ Why would they announce just one teacher for the whole school?”
Well, they wouldn't.
But if there were two, then they'd make a point of presenting them properly.
Wyatt was easy for me to pick out. He was sat rigidly in his seat, his back so straight that I suspected someone had shoved a rod up his arse. His eyes were on the back of the room, like there was a really interesting focus point on the wall. The guy beside him was a lot more relaxed. He'd opened the top couple of buttons on his shirt in a casual manner, and was winking openly at the girls who had fought over seats in the front row.
It wasn't exactly a promising start for a would-be teacher.
“ Girls,” the headteacher said once we were all seated. When she remembered there were boys in the audience, she added hastily, “And boys! I would like you to join me in welcoming our two new student teachers. First, we have Mr. Wyatt Collins, who will be present in your Mathematics lessons.”
This announcement was followed by an unenthusiastic round of applause. Wyatt got out of his seat, and bowed his head in greeting to the room. What a moron. No one liked Maths teachers, and if he was just a temporary placement, then he was going to be given absolute hell. Well, as much hell as the girls in our school were capable of.
The headteacher held her hands up for silence. It didn't take much for people to settle, “It's customary for us to take on just one student teacher per year. However, this year we were presented with two such exceptional and promising young men, that we decided to bend the rules. Therefore, I hope that you will all welcome Mr. Gideon Wilson. He will assist in Music classes.”
There was decidedly more noise in celebration of the handsome Gideon, than there had been in the welcome of poor Wyatt. Not that I pitied him. It would be far easier for Wyatt to cope with the school environment if he wasn't being hounded by lovelorn teenage girls. They were going to be much too interested in Gideon to disturb the Maths teacher all that much.
Now, I had always found older men to be attractive. Not the kind who could be my father, because that was sort of weird for someone my age. But guys in their early twenties had much more appeal than someone my own age. I supposed it was to do with the air of maturity around them. They had jobs, cars, and sometimes their own homes. That, and they were usually a lot more toned and handsome. So, while I understood that having boys in our school was a big deal for most of the girls, I was a lot more excited at the prospect of my next Music class.
“ So,” Georgia whispered in my ear. I hadn't noticed her sat behind me,
I fully intended to ignore Wyatt during his time at the school.
From what little I remembered of him, he was pretty full of himself. Not in the way that William or Chantelle were, because they were completely aware of how they felt above anyone else in their company. With Wyatt, it was more like he imagined he was able to blend in with the people around himself, while maintaining some kind of distinguished presence.
In short, the guy was a prat.
“ Why do you think we're being called to assembly?” Meg asked me quietly as we marched through the halls one Monday morning, our little group lost against the tide of students. It was too early for any kind of an announcement, and I had no patience for anything a teacher might have to tell me before ten in the morning.
“ Maybe someone died,” Lisa said.
“ Or some of the teachers are having affairs,” Chrissy suggested.
“ I don't think that's the sort of thing they announce,” I quietened them with my logic, “It's going to be something stupid. You're setting yourselves up to be disappointed if you think it's anything else.”
Jenny linked her arm through mine, “Do you think perhaps it's to do with the student teacher?”
“ Why would they announce just one teacher for the whole school?”
Well, they wouldn't.
But if there were two, then they'd make a point of presenting them properly.
Wyatt was easy for me to pick out. He was sat rigidly in his seat, his back so straight that I suspected someone had shoved a rod up his arse. His eyes were on the back of the room, like there was a really interesting focus point on the wall. The guy beside him was a lot more relaxed. He'd opened the top couple of buttons on his shirt in a casual manner, and was winking openly at the girls who had fought over seats in the front row.
It wasn't exactly a promising start for a would-be teacher.
“ Girls,” the headteacher said once we were all seated. When she remembered there were boys in the audience, she added hastily, “And boys! I would like you to join me in welcoming our two new student teachers. First, we have Mr. Wyatt Collins, who will be present in your Mathematics lessons.”
This announcement was followed by an unenthusiastic round of applause. Wyatt got out of his seat, and bowed his head in greeting to the room. What a moron. No one liked Maths teachers, and if he was just a temporary placement, then he was going to be given absolute hell. Well, as much hell as the girls in our school were capable of.
The headteacher held her hands up for silence. It didn't take much for people to settle, “It's customary for us to take on just one student teacher per year. However, this year we were presented with two such exceptional and promising young men, that we decided to bend the rules. Therefore, I hope that you will all welcome Mr. Gideon Wilson. He will assist in Music classes.”
There was decidedly more noise in celebration of the handsome Gideon, than there had been in the welcome of poor Wyatt. Not that I pitied him. It would be far easier for Wyatt to cope with the school environment if he wasn't being hounded by lovelorn teenage girls. They were going to be much too interested in Gideon to disturb the Maths teacher all that much.
Now, I had always found older men to be attractive. Not the kind who could be my father, because that was sort of weird for someone my age. But guys in their early twenties had much more appeal than someone my own age. I supposed it was to do with the air of maturity around them. They had jobs, cars, and sometimes their own homes. That, and they were usually a lot more toned and handsome. So, while I understood that having boys in our school was a big deal for most of the girls, I was a lot more excited at the prospect of my next Music class.
“ So,” Georgia whispered in my ear. I hadn't noticed her sat behind me,
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