Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls or anything to do with Gilmore Girls.

Author's note: Hey everyone. I started reading Gilmore Girls fanfics a few months ago and I've had this idea in my head for a while now. This is my first Gilmore Girls Fanfic and I hope you all like it.

Background: This is a Trory fanfic. It goes all the way back to the beginning... At least it almost does. It is Rory's first day at Chilton.

You Never Know

Rory Gilmore ran around her room gathering everything that she needed to take to school with her. She suddenly realized that she had not heard her mother since she had first woken her up. "Mom!" She yelled up the stairs, "Did you get up?"

Lorelai Gilmore rolled over in bed. Something had woken her up abruptly, but she wasn't sure what it was. "MOM!" She heard coming from far away. 'Now why would Rory want to wake me up so early? She knows I like to sleep in.' She gradually began to remember that she had been woken up once already, but she still could not remember why. Then, all of a sudden, she realized it was her daughter's first day at Chilton. Lorelai jumped out of bed and ran down the stairs as quickly as she could.

"I'm so sorry, sweetie. I completely forgot."

"We have to leave now, mom," Rory said as she looked at her mother. "What are you wearing?"

"My pajamas. I just woke up," Lorelai responded with a sheepish smile.

"Mom!" Rory scolded, "We have to leave right now. I'm gonna be late. You cannot show up late to class at a school like Chilton. Especially not on the first day. First impressions mean everything."

"Ok, not to worry. I'll wear this. It's not like anyone will see me or anything. I just need to stop by Luke's and grab some coffee first."

"Oh, I know. I was including that in the time it would take to get to Chilton. Let's go!"

With that, the girls ran out of the house, slamming the door and locking it as they went.

"Nice outfit," Luke called to Lorelai as she walked through the door to Luke's Diner.

"Thanks. Coffee?"

"It'll kill ya."

"Yep.. Something always will. Might as well be coffee."

"As long as you're okay with it."

"I am. Now pour me some. Rory too. It's a big day."

For the first time that day, Luke turned to look at the younger Gilmore. "Your first day's already here? I can't believe it. What do you want for breakfast?"

"No breakfast," Rory said hurriedly. "Just coffee to go. We're already late. Mom slept in a little."

"How about just a muffin to go then," Luke said while pouring coffee into a large Styrofoam cup. "My treat. No arguing. It's your first day and you'll need it to keep you going."

"Of course. With all that death wish coffee he just gave you, you'll certainly need it," Lorelai said to Rory.

Luke handed the Gilmore's two large coffees and two chocolate chip muffins. "Here, just go. You make me tired just by talking."

"Ooh, coffee helps with that." Lorelai joked.

"GO!" was the reply she heard from Luke as she left the diner.

Lorelai pulled up to Chilton to let Rory out near the door. "Have a wonderful day Rory. And don't think too hard. It's just high school."

"Right mom," Rory said as she walked up to the driver's side window. "Just high school. This school will determine whether or not I get into Harvard. Thanks for the ride." Rory kissed her mom on the cheek. "Love you."

"Love you too." Lorelai called while she waved to a retreating Rory, which caused a problem since she had her keys in her hand. The keys dropped on the cement as Rory walked through the doors leading to her future, leaving only Lorelai to retrieve them. "Great," she muttered to herself as she opened the car door. As she bent down to pick up the keys she was greeted with another hand. Lorelai stood up slowly to be greeted by her mother.

"Dear God Loralei. What on earth are you wearing? How could you leave your house in this horrific outfit."

"Good morning to you too mother. What are you doing here?"

"I thought I should be here for Rory on her first day. Apparently I was right to come. She must be so embarrassed."

"Mother, do not go in to see Rory. This is high school. She doesn't need her grandmother checking up on her. And I am wearing this because I had a little teensy problem waking up."

"Oh, that's just terrific Lorelai. You forgot the most important day of your daughter's life to date. I'm going in to see her."

"I will physically stop you from entering those doors if I have to. Classes will start in a few minutes anyway. You wouldn't want Rory to be late would you? First impressions mean everything," Lorelai repeated what her daughter had said earlier that morning. This seemed to appease Emily Gilmore who began to calm down.

"Fine Lorelai, but I expect to see both you and Rory this Friday evening. And dress appropriately, please."

Rory ran to her first class so that she wouldn't be late. To Rory Gilmore, even on time was late. When she got to the classroom, it was still only half full. Rory picked a desk near the front of the classroom, took out a book, and began to read. She became so enthralled in the words on the pages that she didn't even notice that the room was filling up. Beside her a girl with long blonde hair sat down and began to unload her unusually full backpack. She began with a spiral notebook that said English on the front of it, and then she pulled out two pencils, a blue pen, and a black pen. When she was finished, she looked over to Rory. Immediately, the girl felt threatened; it's not every day you see a teenager reading a large book voluntarily, let alone one by someone like Leo Tolstoy.

"Paris Gellar," the girl said to Rory, assuming that she would know she was being talked to. Rory was too involved in her book to realize that the words were directed to her. Paris tapped Rory's arm in order to get her attention then extended her hand. "Paris Gellar," she repeated.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Rory Gilmore. I'm," but Rory was interrupted before she could finish.

"We're graded on a curve here. Don't expect to get an A.. In any class you have with me." With that Paris turned to face the front of the classroom as the teacher walked in.

"Good morning everyone. Welcome back to Chilton. For those of you who have never had a class with me before, my name is Kyle Towers. That would be Mr. Towers to all of you. This class is not something you will breeze though. I hope you're all ready. Now, here is your first assignment," Mr. Towers said as he passed out a stack of papers to the class. "You will be reading The Secret History by Donna Tartt with a 10 page paper due when you finish. The guidelines and topics to choose from are on the piece of paper you just received. Any question?"

Rory sat dumbfounded. She had expected Chilton to be tougher than Star's Hollow High, but a ten-page paper on the first day in the first class of that day? Rory looked around the room. A few people were groaning, but no one seemed shocked with the assignment.

"Okay, if there are no questions, we can move on to what I expect from each of you this year. There will be no cheating in my class. If you plagiarize, I will know. If you are late, don't bother to come to class. I do not like to," The door suddenly opened and a very handsome, very smug, looking blonde guy walked into the room.

"Sorry, Mr. Towers. The ladies, you know?"

"You've been in my class before, Mr. Dugray. You know that I will not tolerate tardiness. Now find a seat and don't interrupt my class again." Much to Rory's dismay, the smart-mouth with "the ladies" sat down right behind her.

"Hey, name's Tristan,"he said to Rory with a wink as he looked her up and down, noticeably, to which she greeted him with a horrified look and turned her attention to the teacher.

Twenty minutes later, Mr. Towers began to hand out envelopes to each student. "These contain you locker numbers and combinations. As you all leave, pick up a copy of The Secret History and write down the number of the book beside your name on the sheet of paper I have on the wall by the door. You may go."

Rory walked through the halls in search of locker number 1284. She finally stumbled upon numbers that were in the 12oo range. Rory took her eyes off of the numbers and looked down the hall. She was shocked to see Tristan making out with a longhaired, size 2, brunette. To Rory's dismay they were right in front of her locker. "Excuse me," Rory said softly, not sure what she was supposed to do. Tristan opened one eye and looked at her. "Why hello, are we entertaining enough for you?" He asked with a smirk.

Rory blushed slightly. "You're in front of my locker."

"Sorry Mary."

"Oh, my name's Rory."

Tristan nodded, grabbed the brunette's hand and walked past Rory. "Bye Mary."

"Rory," she muttered to herself, as she opened her locker.

After lunch, Rory was already exhausted. She already had a ten-page paper , 50 trigonometry equations, and at least fifty pages to read from her other classes. Rory looked down at her schedule to find out where her next class was. Rory walked into the classroom for her German course. She sat down near the front of the classroom again. The teacher was already sitting at her desk. As Rory waited for class to begin, Tristan sauntered through the door. Rory groaned inwardly when she saw him walking towards her.

"Well well, Mary. Good to see you."

"It's Rory."

"Yeah, I like Mary better."

"That's nice, but I like Rory."

Tristan glanced over at the teacher, who had gotten up from her chair and was signaling him. "Well, Mary, sorry to cut this short, but I'm being called." With that Tristan turned his back and walked to the front of the room, where he took a seat at the teacher's desk. 'Why on earth is he sitting up there?' Rory asked herself.

"Good afternoon class. I am Ms. Ricottilli and I will be teaching you German one. At my desk is my teacher's assistant Tristan Dugray. He is here to help me grade papers and work with you on a one on one basis. Please feel free to come to either one of us when you need help. Now, you will each receive a textbook and a workbook. Each week you will be required to turn in five pages of your workbook. Later in the year, you will be writing a paragraph about your week in German." Ms. Ricottilli looked at Tristan, "Would you please hand out the books for me?"

As Tristan handed out the books, he purposefully brushed Rory's hand. He could already tell that she was going to be a challenge and that made him very interested in her. Girls usually fell at Tristan's feet, so he always loved it when he actually had to win them over. Tristan also liked to play mind games, and he could see it was working on Rory when she blushed.

Rory could already tell that Tristan was going to cause her trouble. He was full of himself and it appeared that he had decided to make her time at Chilton extremely frustrating.

A.N. I hope you all like this story. Like any normal person, I will be motivated by reviews. And I welcome constructive criticism.