Author's Note: I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack! And with new tricks up my sleeve :) Sorry for abandoning, but I really hope you'll think this story was worth the wait.

So, here's the thing. If you read my bio, you'll know that I enjoy taking stories and making characters to fit into whatever realm I'm working with. This story, you'll see, is a result of one of those days. One of those days were I sat back and wondered what if this happened...?

But, because I'm awesome like that, I'm not going to explain my entire train of thought. Instead, I'm going to give you the facts you need and you can pick up the rest as you read.

So, here's what you need to know: Jayme (pronounced like Jamie) Victoire Gilmore was born to Lorelai and a different man - meaning not Christopher, Luke, Max, Alex or anyone else - when Rory was four years old. Currently, Jayme is a sophomore in high school, while Rory is a sophomore in college. With that being said, this is set around season five, but this story doesn't focus so much on what was happening on camera.

That's pretty much all you need to know. The rest shall explain itself.

Hopefully you all will read and review because I love to hear from the people that enjoy :)

-LGBTFTW

Plaid skirt - pulled up halfway between waist and chest, to be pulled down for dress code at a moment's notice? Check.

Saddle shoes and black knee-high socks? Check.

My weight in notebooks, binders, supplies and clothes to change into after school? Check.

I was ready to kick sophomore year's ass.

Unlike my sister, I started Chilton as a freshman. So, not only did I know the school extremely well before starting the first year that mattered, I didn't have to play catch up like she did. I knew Chilton and Chilton knew me. To the students, I was the ace of the volleyball team and the one everyone copied homework off of. To the teachers, I was Rory Gilmore's younger sister - brilliant, just in different ways.

As I approached the locker number I was given, there was a girl having a hard time with the one next to me. Like every other girl in this school - including myself - her skirt was pulled up far past her waist to not look quite as old-fashioned as the headmaster would have us look. But, studying her, she looked almost… Uncomfortable in what she was wearing. She pulled at her skirt a little while trying to get her combination right and her short hair did not match her uniform. Approaching her, I took my backpack and dropped it to the floor.

"Need some help?" I asked as my bag fell and she looked up at me, as if I scared her.

"Uhh… Yeah, if you want. It doesn't really seem to like me." She moved away from the locker, handed me the paper with her combination and watched in awe as I pulled the door open with ease. "How did you do that? I stood there for at least ten minutes trying to do exactly what you did in like ten seconds."

I got of the ground, dusted my knees off a little and shrugged, "I don't know, maybe I'm just magical?"

"Maybe you are." With a small smile, she held out her hand. "I'm Alex. You are…?"

"I'm Jayme." We shook hands politely and she moved to put things from her backpack into her locker - I did the same. "So… What grade are you in?"

"I'm a sophomore."

"Really? Are you new here?"

Poking her head out of her locker, she looked at me and I couldn't tell if she was pissed off at the question or amused. "Yeah, I just transferred in. I used to go to Hartford Public, but…. Uhhh… my parents decided that I would be better off coming to Chilton. I thought so too, until I got into these uniforms."

"Oh yeah, they're pretty much the worst. But the school doesn't really suck as bad as you'd think." With the warning bell, giving us a warning that we had two minutes to be in our first period rooms, lockers were slamming right and left. "What do you have first? I can steer you in the right direction, if you'd like."

"Yeah, that would be great, thanks." A piece of paper was pulled out of the envelope at her feet and she handed it to me. We even had first period together, which I found a little weird.

"We're headed the same way. Follow me?" A nod and we were off; she stayed about a step behind me, trying to take in where she was going. About halfway between our lockers and Honors English, I heard a different kind of a slam into the lockers. When I turned around, Alex was against the lockers and one of the football players had her by her collar, holding her in place.

"You should go back where you came from, you little freak." His voice was hoarse, not too loud, but intimidating nonetheless. I was about six feet away and chills were running their course through my body. "My parents don't pay for me to go to school with faggots." With a final shove into the lockers, the group of football players snickered and walked in the opposite direction. Alex was still against the lockers, stretching her neck and rotating her arms to try and relieve pain from her shoulders.

"Are you okay? I'm so going to kick their…" I trailed but she looked up at me and there was a sort of fire in her eyes. It shut me up instantly.

"You're not going to do anything. Can we just go to first period? I'd rather not be more late than we already are." She took off ahead of me and I ran to catch up. I had no idea what that was about, but I was going to find out, whether Alex liked it or not.