Rory glanced around her suite in the Chilton dormatories. A suite she was to share with three other people. She was starting something new and her best friend wasn't here to help. Rory didn't call her mom to come back, she simply stood in the common room of the suite and looked around.

Whenever Rory or Tristan would start a new school the other was there to help but it wouldn't be that way this year. Tristan was off at some French boarding school. Rain began to pour outside as the clouds opened up and Rory felt as thought they were crying for her. She knew that in a matter of time the thunder and lightning would start and she would have no one to comfort her.

The door opened behind her and Rory whipped around coming face to face with and old rival from pagent days, eons ago.

"Rory, is that you?"

"Yes, and Paris how lovely to see you. Are you going to put worms in my shoes again?"

"That was the old me. When my nanny left I got a life coach and he has taught me to center my anger into something productive."

"I'm surprised you nanny didn't leave before now. She was probably tired of hiding from you."

At that moment two other girls walked in and Rory figured them to be the other two roommates. One was a small brunette who was gabbing away on her cell to some guy named Brian. The other was an average built blonde also glued to her phone talking to Paul.

Rory could feel that this was going to be a great semester.

Classes began that Monday after everyone had arrived. The dorms had been teeming with noise by that night. Rory was staying in one of the few co-ed dorms, and had seen some interesting prospects. At one point when she had been sitting in her bay window that looks into the courtyard, she thought she had seen Tristan but he was in France. The guy had the same tousled hair and the chocolate brown eys, the signiture smirk but he had prtrayed himself different. He was a player, Rory could tell from the way he had a girl on each arm and how his friends had each been clutching a girl. The blonde was slightly taller and had a cockier look about him.

Rory noticed something about the taller brunette that most people would have missed. He was drunk. His walk was disoriented and he was staggering along behind as a blonde girl helped him along. She had seen and helped Tristan enough when he was drunk to know that he was incredibly drunk and on the school campus.

The shorter brunette was walking along talking on his cell phone. Rory could tell he was a smart student that was also very rich. he gave off that air of I have money. He was talking with hsi hands to make a point to the imaginary person Rory imagined to be his stock broker or his accountant.

But Rory's eye was drawn back to the blonde. She felt as though she knew him for some strange reason. He seemed so much like Tristan from a glance that Rory didn't want to know what he was like if she were to meet him. She knew he wouldn't be a great person for her to hang out with.