Story Title: The Tables have turned Gilmore.

Author: Sancia Chislaine aka Angel Moon Princess

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: I don't own The Gilmore Girls series nor am I in anyway affiliated with the TV show or characters.This disclaimer is meant for the entire story.

Chapter One:

Rory sat tentatively at the front of the classroom. She was soon joined by Paris, Madeline and Louise. The girls had started a small dialogue about their summer vacations that they had all recently enjoyed but it was cut short by the piercing sound of a screeching noise that eerily echoed through the room. Their new English teacher was standing at the front of the class with her excessively long nails clawing into the blackboard.

"Ah I thought that would get your attention," she said coldly as she took her seat at the old mahogany desk. "I am your new English teacher. My name is Mrs. Perelman. You may not have seen me at Chilton before because I am new here but I am not anywhere close to new when teaching English. This course will demand a lot of work and I expect each of you to live up to its expectation."

Rory heard Louise moan behind her and couldn't help but share in her attempt to express her overwhelming joy of being burdened into yet another stressful course.

Somewhere along the line Mrs. Perelman had assigned the class to assemble an essay that would inform her about her new students. And as the class settled down a tiny note was slipped onto Rory's desk where she quickly unfolded it and read the words that Paris had scribbled onto the sheet.

Rory,

Tristan's back in Hartford. My mother informed me of it last night. He starts tomorrow and Headmaster Charleston has assigned him to work on the Franklin. I thought I would inform you of the situation as soon as possible. I don't want anything screwing up my senior year and I especially don't want any screw ups on the Franklin so I advise that you and Tristan work past the differences you may have had in the past because I don't want to have to explain to my parents that I didn't get into Harvard because Rory and Tristan wouldn't stop their bickering long enough to work together.

Paris.

Rory reread the note to make sure she had read it correctly. She had seen 'Tristan' and her brain had ceased to function properly. She couldn't stop the memories from replaying in her head.

Flashback

Rory rounded a corner and suddenly Tristan was there.

"Where've you been?" Paris demanded to know, "You've got to get dressed! We're on in ten minutes."

"Can't," Tristan answered.

"What!" Paris stared at him.

"Actually my dad's decided that Chilton isn't really what I need." Tristan trailed off as Paris disappeared around the corner. She couldn't hear anymore, she was just too frustrated. "And is she unhappy?" Tristan asked with his signature smirk.

"What do you mean by Chilton isn't what you need? What happened?" Rory asked.

"Nothing just ticked the old man off."

"Oh come on tell me what happened," Rory questioned.

"I got into some trouble."

"Meaning?" She asked exasperatedly.

"Meaning Duncan and Bowman and his dad's safe," he replied reluctantly.

"You broke into his dad's safe? Why would you do that?"

"It was supposed to be ok. Bowman had a key and everything but that damn silent alarm thing went off and," he trailed off.

"Stupid!"

"Yes."

"But I don't understand what you meant about Chilton," she said truthfully.

"My dad thinks that Military school will do me some good."

"Military school?" she asked in shock.

"Yeah in North Carolina."

"I don't know what to say."

"I guess you're overwhelmed that I'll be leaving soon."

"I'm sorry," she said sincerely.

"I'm a big boy, I can take care of myself," he said, his voice emotionless and icy. A man appeared at the end of the hall.

"Tristan," he called. "Let's go."

"I got to go," Tristan said as he leaned in closer to Rory. "I would give you a kiss goodbye but bagboy over there might blow a fuse," he whispered into her ear. Rory looked back to see Dean standing at the door staring at Tristan's every move. Tristan looked back at Rory. "Take care of yourself," he paused a moment then added, "Mary."

End of flashback

Rory thought about the day Tristan had left. She hadn't thought about him at all since he had left, which wasn't really a surprise considering that they had never really been friends or anything other than enemies. Life at Chilton was much easier without him around. Why did he have to come back? She had only now begun to actually fit in and she knew when he was mixed into the Chilton atmosphere that could only mean one thing, trouble. She scribbled a quick reply to Paris and passed it to her.

Paris,

You have absolutely nothing to worry about, especially not Harvard. I am sure that I won't be affected in anyway by Tristan.

Rory.

As Paris read the note she let out a low sigh. She turned to Rory and shook her head. Rory knew as well as Paris did that things were about to change. She couldn't stop thinking about Tristan now and the thought of seeing him tomorrow made her shudder. She worried about everything, from having classes with him to even walking past him in the hallways. Everything was becoming so difficult. She couldn't wait to go home and tell Lorelai the "joyous" news.

A/N: This chapter along with every other before chapter 11 has been revised. If you have read this before nothing has changed except for the fact that I fixed most of the errors. Feel free to review and tell me if you hated it or loved it.