What's Going On: Tristan, Logan, Colin, and Finn are the most popular guys at Rellings, a boarding school in California. Rory, Louise, Paris, and Madeline's parents have recently started an electronics company, and are filthy, disgustingly rich, and since they'll be traveling so much, they don't want their kids to be alone at home, so they're sending them all to boarding school.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls, or any of it's characters. They belong to The WB and all those lovely people.
Title: Shake It Up
Chapter 1: Boy Meets Girl
Tristan leaned against the wall of the courtyard, looking around at all the students milling around. He paid special attention to the leggy blonde walking passed, her short skirt swishing from side to side over her thighs as she walked, moving her hips back and forth hypnotically. She didn't spare him a glance as she passed, obviously trying not to look like she was trying to make him stare, but she was understandably very bad at it. Good at walking away though. Her eyes darted to him as she rounded the corner, a gentle smile gracing her lips, subtly flirtatious. He was still smirking when someone leaned on the wall beside him, "A wild one, that Mullins is."
Tristan looked over to his right and smirked, "You act like you've had her, Huntzburger."
His friend grinned, "Who said I haven't?"
"Me."
Logan laughed, "Oh Dugrey, you have no idea. That....woman." he said the word dramatically,
"is crazy. She's hormone filled and nasty, in a good way." a lazy grin drew over his face, "Lindsay Mullins is one hell of a bitch, but after you break her....." he trailed off, grinning wickedly. But he was distracted as a busty red head passed them, calling to her friend to wait up. Logan's light brown eyes followed her, and Tristan snorted. He turned to look at him, "Is there a problem?"
Tristan shook his head, "Brittany Cain is not someone you want to mess with."
"And why not? Gregory Sharp is having a party in B South on Friday, and I'm thinking I could leave a very happy man."
Tristan shook his head, "She's a gold digger."
"And luckily, I have plenty of it to spear." he said cockily, watching one of the girls on the varsity gymnastics team pass, who shot both of them a suggestive grin.
"She won't give out."
Logan looked at him, "Why?"
He shrugged, "She wants to wait or something. You won't get anything out of her." his friend sighed, swearing under his breath. Tristan cupped a hand around his ear, "Excuse me? What was that? There will be no foul language on these premises." he said, mocking their practically-senile- I'll- spend- half- the- class- period- looking- for- the- chalk- even- though- it's- in- my-hand- history teacher, who could probably give them a first hand account of the Revolutionary War.
Logan rolled his eyes, "I can't stand that woman."
"Join the fucking club. Last year she tried to convince the principle that he should paddle me because I 'disrupted the class and hindered the rest of the students' learning ability with my loquacious behavior'." Logan laughed and Tristan defended himself by bringing into light one of Logan's own actions, "Yeah, well it's not as bad as the time she wanted to call your parents because you let one of the boxes from zoology loose in her class and you didn't even know what was in it."
Logan rolled his eyes, "And my dad didn't even care."
They were then interrupted as two seventeen year old boys with dark hair came strolling into the courtyard, both looking very pleased with themselves. The two blondes watched them approach and Tristan rolled his eyes, exchanging a look of humor with Logan. "And why are you two so happy?" he asked as they joined their friends.
"Oh, nothing." the first sighed, looking around the grounds with a small smile playing on his lips,
his loosened tie moving slightly as his head swayed from one side to the other.
"What he means to say," the second spoke with a smile, his pronounced accent showing through more than normal, "Is that we've just gotten wind about four new students. Seniors. Female." a devilish grin streaking his face, "And quite attractive according to my sources."
Tristan and Logan stood up straighter, much more interested, "Oh?" one of them asked, looking at the other two.
Colin grinned, "That get your attention, Huntzburger?"
Logan rolled his eyes, "Yeah. Now what about them?"
Finn rocked back on his heels, "We don't have any real physical descriptions, but Lindsay Mullins was in quite a pissy mood when she told us about them. Seems as though she felt that she was going to get knocked off of her pedestal. She thinks she'll loose the spot as resident vixen, because from what she told us, these girls have it covered. Their names are Louise Grant,
Madeline Lynn, Paris Gellar, and Lorelai Hayden." Finn stopped to take a breath and Colin cut in.
"Their fathers are all business partners, founders of Packard Incorporated, that electronics company that's about to blow Sony out of the water. They're crazy rich now, the most elite of Hartford, and their parents are now constantly traveling, so they don't want their daughters to constantly be unsupervised and alone, so they're sending them here." he stopped for oxygen and Finn cut in.
"Grant's the Vixen-Prom-Queen-Type, Lynn's the sweet, hot, crazyone, Gellar's the book crazy grade Nazi who'slearnedto loosen up, like extremely, and now she's asmuch of a partieras the rest, and Hayden's the good girl with a wild side. Very wild." he stopped, not for air, but to grin at the thought of these four girls, and before he could keep going, Colin spoke again.
"Apparently they're like our equals, only girls and from Connecticut. Everything they did, they got away with, everything they did was funny, sexy, and turned into a new trend. Even what Gellar, the alleged book Nazi is supposedly hot enough to give you a boner with just a smile."
Tristan and Logan looked at each other, identical smirks in place. "And you learned all this in just one conversation about them?" Tristan asked.
Finn nodded, "We had to know all of it to figure out how to be sure to make a good first impression."
"Yeah, you know, four of them, four of us..." Colin trailed off suggestively.
"Yeah, we got that idea." Logan said.
"So, where are these girls now?" Tristan asked.
"Probably moving their things into their dorms." Finn said, looking over the immense grounds to where the girl's dorms were situated.
And meanwhile, across campus, the four girls were having their luggage pulled up the stairs for them by several boys who had been all too willing to help them with it.
Rory's book-bag was thrown over her shoulder as she followed the red haired boy who was dragging her biggest suitcase, "What was your room number again?" he asked, trying not to let the strain in his voice show through, of course it did anyway.
"B6." she said, glancing down at the red ink on her hand.
One of the boys carrying Madeline's luggage asked for her room number. She called up, "B5" and they went up one more flight of stairs and stopped. There was a plaque the door the read 'Keller Building, Floor B, Room #'s B1-B25'. Rory pushed through the boys, all the luggage having been in front of the girls, and pushed open the door, holding it open as they exited the stairwell. Six guys exited in a train, followed by Paris, Madeline, and last Louise. The blonde grinned at Rory, who gained a michevious smirk of her own. This place could be a lot of fun.
She walked down the hall, there were bulletin boards and posters of dances, football games, and pep rallies covering the white walls. She came to a door painted dark red with B6 in gold letters. It was ajar and her suitcases were on one bed, while Paris's were on the other. The door to it's left was open as well and Louise walked to that one, opened moments earlier by Madeline.
As the boys left, a kiss on the cheek from each girl, Madeline and Louise walked into their room, pushing the already-ajar door open wider. Rory looked up from unpacking and smiled, jumping onto her bed as Madeline sat on it, Louise and Paris sitting on the other. Louise began laying out all the necessary knowledge, "The hottest guys on campus live in theMorris building, and the A and B South buildings. There's a party in the B South building this weekend, everyone will be there. There are almost four thousand students enrolled here, and approximately 46-48 are guys-" she stopped to grin, "And from what we've seen, they're obviously in an entirely different league than the guys from Chilton."
Rory laid back on the bed, staring at the white ceiling of her dorm room as the words 'Boarding School' ran through her mind. No matter what you called this place- A Preparatory Academy, Private School, Insane Asylum, Penitentiary- they all meant the same thing: Boarding School. She just couldn't believe that her father, much less her mother, had allowed her to come here. It was true that she was happy for her father's success, but he'd said that things would be different now. He'd promised her that she'd never be one of those 'oh, yeah, that's my kid, but really, her nanny was supposed to show up, that's what she's for, right?' kind of daughters. He swore she'd never be sent away for anything and that he'd walk through hell fire to keep all three of them at home. That wasn't even half of what her mother promised, but what did promises mean anyways?
At least her friends were here, she wouldn't have left if the three of them weren't coming as well. She was pulled out of her thoughts as her cell phone started ringing to the tune of Cat Steven's 'Wild World'. She sat up as Madeline grabbed it off of the bed side table. She pulled a face, looking up at Rory, "It's Dean." she said, turning it so that Rory could see the word 'Frankenstein' scrawled across the screen. Austin had gotten bored in biology one day and decided to give Dean a new name.
She grabbed the phone and turned it off, not wanting to talk to the boy that had badgered her non stop for the past several months. She dropped it off the side of the bed, "Okay, I'm over this. Let's get out of this room." she said, walking out of the dorm room with her three friends following her.
Louise shook her head as they walked around the campus, "Why didn't we come to California before? Our uniforms at Chilton sucked." she said, watching a girl pass in the uniform; a pleated black skirt a few inches above the knee, a white three quarter sleeve oxford shirt, and a black tie. The boys' uniforms were black slacks, white long sleeved oxford shirts, and a black tie.
Madeline clicked her tongue, "It's because they hated us."
Rory laughed, "Only when we pissed them off."
"Yeah, so all the time." Paris said, looking around, "I still say that Mr. Remmy sabotaged my final our Sophomore year."
Louise glanced at her, smiling, "No Paris, that was the day after we went to your cousin's house for his birthday, and you got completely trashed, didn't go to sleep until four, and woke up three hours later." Paris opened her mouth to protest, but Louise cut her off, "-besides, you got an 85, you didn't fail, so stop complaining. You more than made up for it when you told him that he was mixing up Jane Austin and Shakespear."
Rory shook her head, "I still can't for the life of me figure out how he did that."
"Because he's a moron on acid. He was probably hallucinating and thought they were the same person under two pseudonyms." Paris dead panned, waving her hand in the air for effect.
Rory rolled her eyes, "Of course, acid, why didn't I ever think of that?" she asked sarcastically, hitting herself in the head with the palm of her hand.
Paris grinned, "Because I'm the brains of the group."
"Not quite."
"And why not?" she asked.
"Because, I'm a genius." Rory said as they passed the coffee shop in the student center. She stopped, walked backwards, and turned, a slow smile coming onto her face. "Heaven." she whispered before pushing open the door and walking in. The others looked at each other, shaking their heads before following her in. She was at the counter, staring at the menu on the wall while the sixteen year old behind the counter stared at her. She ordered two large coffees,
and was already sucking one down when they got to the counter.
"I swear, it's a miracle you can even taste anymore. Most people would have singed off all of their taste buds by now." Madeline said, watching her drink.
Rory nodded, pulling the cup away from her mouth, "I inherited rare genes that make me immune to pain in my mouth from heat."
They sat in one of the booths, talking quietly until the bell rang throughout the school to signal the end of the two o'clock classes. Several people entered the shop, and many more passed through the lobby of the student center. Rory stood up to throw away her cup, and she was on her way back to the table when someone hit her shoulder. She turned, seeing a tall, leggy blonde looking her over threateningly.
"Who are you?" the girl sneered, and Rory almost didn't answer, but decided that there was no point in pissing off a girl that had obviously already had a bad day.
"Rory Hayden."
"One of the new girls?" she asked.
"Yeah." she said slowly, glancing back at her friends, who were watching the exchange with raised eyebrows.
The girl's glossed lips drew into a tight line and she looked down at Rory with great dislike, "We don't get many new students after the semester starts." she glanced over at the table, eyeing Paris, Madeline and Louise, before looking back at Rory, "Just be careful. You don't want to get on the wrong side of certain people."
Rory leaned back, "And I guess you're one of them?" she asked, a smug grin on her mouth.
"As a matter of fact, yeah, I am."
She nodded, "I'll keep that in mind." she said sarcastically before walking back to her table.
The girl turned, rolling her eyes and left the cafe, her friends following her quickly. Louise let out a short breath of disbelief, a humorless smile on her face. Madeline watched her exit with wide eyes, mouth hanging open, and Paris just watched her walk away, her nose wrinkled in dislike. Rory shook her head, rolling her eyes and Louise leaned back, "This place could get very interesting."
NEXT DAY
"Okay, so me and Louise have Government, and you two have statistics?" Madeline asked, looking at her schedule after lunch.
Rory glanced up from the sheet clutched in her own hand to see Madeline's, "Yeah." she confirmed. "And Statistics is in.......that building." she said, pointing to a stone structure a few hundred yards away.
Paris nodded, "Right. See you guys in and hour and a half." she said, starting the walk with Rory coming in her wake.
Louise turned to Madeline, "Okay, so Government is this way, right?" she asked, pointing to a building on her right.
The brunette looked over, "I don't think so......" she trailed off, looking around uncertainly.
Louise shook her head, biting the inside of her lips, "Are you sure?"
"We could always ask someone." Madeline suggested.
Louise rolled her eyes, "Yeah, and have psyco bitch rip our heads off for talking to her people?"
Her friend smiled, "Exactly. You love high school drama."
She smiled, shaking her head, "Yeah, but not when I'm lost." she stopped as two boys walked by.
One with an Australian accent said to his friend, "I can't stand this class. I'm Australian for god's sake. I don't need a class on U.S. government. Am I planning on becoming president? No. Am I planning on shagging it up with Monica Lewinski? Not to save my right ball, okay, maybe I would for that, but still-"
"Hey." Louise called, interrupting him. The two boys turned, looking at them. Louise smiled, "Hi. Could you by any chance tell us where twelfth grade Government with Mr. Rossey is?"
The boys glanced at each other and the one without an accent asked, "Of course. You new" Madeline nodded, "Yeah. First day. Seriously lost."
He nodded, "I'm Colin."
"Louise Grant."
Colin glanced at his friend, and it was obvious that there was silent communication going on. The other looked at them and smiled charmingly at Madeline, "Finn."
She smiled back, "Madeline Lynn."
"Well ladies, you're in luck, because we happen to be heading to Rossey's class as well." Finn said, turning towards the building Louise had pointed to, "And since he hasn't made any facial expressions in two years, you would be bound to fall asleep in his class."
"That is, of course, if you hadn't met us. But since you have, we will keep you wide away and entertained for an entire glorious ninety minutes as we learn the inner-workings of our nation" Colin said, holding open the door for them to walk through and into the building.
RORY AND PARIS
Rory sat in one of the desks in the middle, Paris on her right. There were a lot people in the room already, but many more empty seats. She was reminded of a college classroom, it was arranged the same, with the seats in a half circle around a center area where the professor would teach. But it was slightly smaller. People started filtering in, and within ten minutes the room was full and the professor walked in, looking around. He didn't introduce Rory and Paris as new students, but neither had been looking forward to that, so didn't complain. A few minutes after class started, the door swung open and two blonde boys walked in, the whole class just smiled, a few girls giggling. The boy on the right was a little taller than the one on the left, and he had longer, lighter hair, while the one on the left's was messier and a shade darker. The taller one looked up somewhere over Rory's right shoulder and grinned. She glanced back to see Café Girl wink. It was all she could do to keep her lunch from coming up.
The instructor rolled his eyes, "Dugrey, Huntzburger, how nice of you to join us. Sit." he nodded towards two of the few empty seats, right to Rory's left. She rolled her eyes as they made their way up the stairs and to her side. The shorter one got a confused look on his face when he saw her face and glanced back at his friend, who shrugged. They made their was through the people in the row and sat bedside Rory. The one closer, Huntzburger, leaned in, "Hi." She ignored him,
keeping her eyes forward. He glanced over his shoulder and Dugrey nodded. He touched her shoulder, "Hey."
She looked over, eyes narrowed, "What?" she knew guys like him. Hell, she'd dated guys like him. You could just tell that these were the guys who thought of themselves as badasses.
He smiled charmingly, "I'm Logan."
She nodded, "Good for you."
"And this is Tristan." he motioned to his friend, and Rory just gave him a careless glance.
"That's nice." she looked back to the front, and the guy watched her take notes for a moment before settling into his seat and watching the teacher as he popped his knuckles, grinning inwardly as she cringed. It took her a moment, but she was soon able to ignore the sound of him popping his knuckles so that she could focus on the teacher, but it wasn't five minutes later that he was tapping her shoulder again. She tried to ignore him, but he was persistent. She turned,
"What?"
"You new?" he asked.
She nodded, "Yeah."
"Where'd you move from?"
She sighed impatiently, "Connecticut."
"You're a long way from home."
She nodded, "Yeah, Connecticut is just a little far away from California." she turned back to the front, ignoring him again.
He whispered something to his friend and tapped her shoulder a third time. She turned on him, "What is it now?"
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Rory."
"Rory....."
"Hayden."
"Oh. Hi, Rory."
"Hi."
"What about your friend?"
"Paris Gellar." He smiled at Paris and waved minutely. She smiled slightly, waving as well. Rory leaned over to her, "This is Logan and Tristan."
Paris nodded, "Hi."
"Hi." Tristan said back, smiling slightly.
"So, how do you like it so far?" Logan asked.
Rory shrugged, "I didn't want to come here in the first place, but it's school, so it doesn't really matter if I like it or not, does it?"
His eyebrows raised slightly, "You're just a bright ray of sunshine, aren't you?"
"Oh yeah. I'm just a freaking happy person, can't you tell?"
"Well why did you come if you didn't want to?" he asked, looking into her eyes. There was something about him that made her strangely comfortable.
She shrugged, "Shit happens."
"Like what?"
Rory sighed, shaking her head, "Nothing."
"Come on." he smiled easily, "I promise I'm easy to talk to."
She smiled gently, "I'm sure you are."
"So why don't you-" but he was cut off.
"-Huntzburger, Hayden! Why are you talking in my class?!" the professor yelled. Rory turned to look at him, eyes wide, and Logan looked over at him slowly, with indifference. "I'm waiting for an answer."
Logan smirked lazily, "Well, you see professor, I personally think it's just for attention, but you may have a different opinion."
He pointed to the door, "Out. Both of you."
Rory's eyes widened, "But-"
He cut her off, "Out!"
She rolled her eyes and grabbed her books, following Logan out. She turned on him as the door shut behind them. "I can't believe you!" she yelled.
He laughed, "What?"
"It's my first day of classes, and you get me kicked out."
Logan shrugged, the shadow of a grin coming over his lips, "I didn't get you kicked out. You did it all on your own."
Fire shot from her eyes, "I did not! you started talking to me! You wouldn't leave me alone. You wanted answers! You came in late, and in effect, was forced to sit beside me, which in turn resulted in our conversation that led to my being thrown out of class!" he was now watching her rant, not trying to hide his grin at all, and she continued, her face getting a light tinge of pink. "So, no, Logan Huntzburger, it was not my fault that I was thrown out of class. It was yours!" she finished, breathing deeply. "And stop smiling!"
He laughed, "Feel better?"
"No!" she turned on her heel and started walking away.
Logan had to run to catch up with her, "What do you want me to say?"
"Nothing. You've done quite enough already, thank you very much."
"Look," he grabbed her arm forcing her to stop, "I'm sorry, okay? I didn't know we'd get kicked out, and I didn't know it would piss you off this bad." She crossed her arms over her chest, eyebrows raised. He smiled charmingly, "I really am sorry."
Rory pursed her lips, watching him smile apologetically. She finally rolled her eyes and sighed, "Whatever." she turned and started walking quickly.
He again had to run to keep up with her, "Where are you going now?" he asked.
"Coffee." she said simply.
"Coffee?"
"Coffee. I haven't had any since this morning."
"And that's a problem because?"
Rory stopped, her jaw dropped, "I cannot believe you just asked that question. Coffee is the elixir of life. It is the reason of all life. Where would man be today without coffee?" he opened his mouth to reply, but she cut him off, "Asleep. That's where. Asleep and sad. No one would ever get anything done, and you would have to have a Coke every morning just for the caffeine to wake you up. And who wants Coke at six in the morning?"
"I personally would love a Coke at six in the morning-"
"-yes, well you also act out in class for attention, so your opinion means nothing to me."
"Oh really? That one hurt, Rory," he put a hand over his heart, "Ouch. It stings."
She rolled her eyes, "Good." They walked in silence the rest of the way to the café, and when she took out her money to pay for the coffee, he placed his hand over hers, claiming that he'd pay for it, to make it up to her. And as she sat, sipping her coffee and watching Logan across the table, she questioned herself in her mind. What was it about him that made her so comfortable? They were bantering and joking around like old friends, yet they'd met barely an hour ago. She was pulled out of her musings as the shrill bell rang, signaling the end of class and people began swarming the campus, a few walking into the café. Among them were Tristan and Paris, who entered together, laughing.
They made their way over and sat down. Paris just grinned at her, "Good one, Hayden."
"Hey, it's not my fault. It's him." she nodded to Logan. "I'm completely innocent."
Paris opened her mouth to say something sarcastic, but four chairs were suddenly dragged to their table and Louise, Madeline, Finn, and Colin joined them. "Hey Ror, Paris." Madeline said, smiling.
"Hey Maddy."
Tristan looked between the four girls, "Wait, you guys know each other?" he asked.
Paris nodded, "Yeah. We grew up together." she looked at the two boys her friends had come in with, "But we don't know them."
Finn grabbed her hand, kissing the back of it lightly, a cocky grin on his face, "Finn. And it's a pleasure to meet you..." he trailed off.
She rolled her eyes, a small smile in place, "Paris Gellar."
"Paris." he said, still grinning, "The most beautiful city in the world. Such a fitting name."
Paris just shook her head, laughing, "I'm sure. And you are?" she asked, turning to the second.
"Colin."
She nodded, "Paris." and she held her hand out and he took his briefly, not shaking it.
"Pleasure to meet you, and you would be?" he asked, turning to Rory.
She held her hand out, "Rory Hayden."
He took her hand the same was he had Paris's, "Pleasure."
Finn turned to Rory and was half way into introducing himself when a few people walked over to their table, one of them wrapping her arm around Tristan's shoulders. She looked up and saw Café Girl, and rolled her eyes. She couldn't help it, but Finn saw and just smirked at her in a way that said 'Yeah, I know, annoying.' "Hey Tristan." she purred, and then looked at the boy next to him, "Hey Logan."
He nodded, his eyebrows raising slightly, "Hey."
Tristan looked up at her, "Hey Leslie."
"So, tonight, there's a party in B South. You going?" she asked.
Rory made a gagging noise and everyone looked at her. Finn, Colin, and Logan were amused, Madeline just shook her head, Louise smiled gently, and Paris kept her eyes on the girl, having figured Rory would do something like that. One thing that annoyed her more than anything was when girls threw themselves at people. Tristan and Leslie both looked at Rory, the girl's eyes narrowed and Tristan's face was blank.
"Is something wrong?" Leslie asked.
Rory shook her head, "No, no. I'm good, I just kind of choked on my gum a little bit. I tend to do that when I almost throw up." Logan and Colin snickered, Finn smiled wider, and Tristan closed his eyes, turning his head down to keep from laughing.
She rolled her eyes, "Whatever." and she turned back to Tristan, "So, anyway, why are you guys hanging out with the new kids?" she asked.
Tristan shrugged, "They're cool." he said simply, a bored drawl present in his voice as he leaned back in his chair.
"Right. Well anyway, Come to the party. You'll have a good time." she looked over at Logan,
"Brittany will be there." she told him before turning and walking away, her friends following her.
Louise looked over at her, "I'd say you're on her bad side now."
Rory laughed, "Probably."
Finn looked over at Madeline, "So do you four want to go to the party tonight?" he asked.
She glanced over at the other three, who shrugged, and she nodded, smiling at him, "Of course."
A/N: so what do you think? Different, yes. Not close to anything I've ever written. I'm not sure if this will be a trory or a socialites fic...drop me a line and give your opinion....