Rory fought the urge to rest her head on Marty's lap and go to sleep, but she knew she had to listen to her Professor's lecture. It was very interesting, but she knew she needed a couple more cups of coffee. The three cups of coffee obviously didn't do it for her. Coffee. She could almost smell it, and suddenly she could smell it. A gorgeous tall blonde was standing in the door way. He was beautiful she could tell, even from this distance, but more importantly, he had a large cup of coffee. The professor ignored the coffee carrier as he walked lazily over to her side of the room. As he approached she realized who it was and suddenly she didn't feel so tired anymore.

Bible Boy?

What the hell is he doing here?

Marty watched Rory as she watched the lecture. He kept hearing clever side comments about the lecture in his head, but she seemed to rapt in the lecture he kept himself quiet. That seemed to happen to him a lot lately. He wanted to tell her what he felt for her so badly but she prbably hadn't even thought of him as an option. He felt her body perk up, and he watched as she studied a boy walking across the room. He wondered if she was staring at him or just the coffee. An all to familiar feeling began to creep down his spine finally resting at his fists which was cramped in to a fist position.

He was jealous. Completely jealous over some random guy that caught her interest for a second. After a second glance at the guy gliding near him He almost choked.

Tristan?

What the hell was he doing here?

Tristan splashed water on his face and looked at the clock. 11:15 (I am interrupting this fanfiction to let everyone know that I am sorry for two things. First for interrupting and second for what I am about to do which is change the way I write ; ) )

Dammit. I'm late late late late. Grabing a pair of jeans, I ran out the door screaming, "Coffee!" to a couple of bored looking rich kids. The blonde kid with a navy blue turtle neck on said, "Chill dude, the nearest stand is right over there," He said pointing to his right. "But I just happen to have a cup right here." He picked up a cup of streaming coffee that made Tristan's mouth water.

"I bought it for a friend but she doesn't seem to be here at the present moment, and I don't particularly feel like drinking a second cup. I promise I didn't poison it or something."

Frankly, I didn't even care if it was poisoned. It just looked so damn good.

"Thanks," I heard myself hearing, "Could you also do me another favor."

"Does it have anything to do with chicks or drinks," said another guy in the group, "Cause if it does, I'm your guy,"

"Well actually, I trying to find a classroom. Do you know where this is," I said holding out to them a piece of paper I had written down the building and room number. The only guy who had said anything seemed to come out of a deep sleep (or hangover) took the piece or paper and with a thick Australian accent said:

"Took the class last year and squeezed six lovely ladies out of it." After taking a large chug of the coffee, I replied, "No joke?"

"Now I'm offended my dear boy. . ." the Australian continued.

"Tristan," I finished for him.

"Tristan, do you really believe we would lie to you?" the blonde said while leading him to a near by building.

" Maybe," I said with a smirk, "If I had known you for more than five minutes and I knew your names."

"I am shocked, shocked to find that even after I gave you coffee and am showing you were your class is you still don't think of us as your closest buds at Yale. Logan? What do you have to say about this?"

"I think I might have to take my coffee back from you!" The blonde, who supposedly is named Logan, said calmly.

"I never said you weren't my closest buds at Yale. In fact at this point in my life you are my only buds at Yale," I said with a smirk, "Now don't go threatening my coffee supply,"

"You sound exactly like a reporter we all know and love," said Logan. The other two boys just laughed until we reached a door which apparently was my classroom.

"Thanks you guys thanks a lot," I said while giving them a lazy salut.

"Hey no prablemo. Anytime for my good friend T," the Australian said.

"Oh, and by the way," I said pointing at the Australian and the lighter brown haired guy.

"Finn,"

"Colin,"

Suddenly, I was very nervous and pushing open the door I soon found I was interrupting a lecture. Silently I strode across the room to find an empty seat only to lock eyes with the one girl who ever made my heart skip a beat.

Mary?

What the hell is she doing here?

I feel good. Damn good. After having graciously lead the T-man to class I peaked in to find Ace sitting at the very end of the room,

"It's show time," I said out loud and Colin and Finn both looked up questioningly, but when I said , "Ace is in there," It seemed to all become clear to them. Colin was the first one in the door energy and acting skills up. I could here the racket even though at first they weren't talking very loud (This will come straight out of the episode)

COLIN: Excuse me, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

PROF: I'm right in the middle of a class, young man.

COLIN: I know, I'm sorry. Rory, you can't just walk out like that. Not after everything we've been through. You just left. I was still in bed, I mean, what is that all about?

PROFESSOR: Okay, you need to do this later.

COLIN: I can't do this later. Rory, I love you. I love you, damn it. How many times do I have to tell you? God, just talk to me!

PROFESSOR: Okay, out! Right now, just get -

ME: Colin! What are you doing, man?

COLIN: Get the hell out of here!

ME: She's with me now, I told you that. Let it go.

COLIN: I will not let it go!

ME: She doesn't love you, Rory, tell him you don't love him!

COLIN: Everything was fine until you came along!

ME: Don't blame me 'cause you couldn't keep her!

COLIN: I swear to God, I'm going to kill you.

ME: Oh, I'd love to see you try.

(Let's just say at that point in time I was really hyped up. That's when I threw Colin over the desk)

PROFESSOR: Stop it! Stop it right now! Anthony, get security! Stop - break it up! What are you - gentlemen! You are losing control! You are in a classroom, stop it!

(At this point Finn enters which is good since I was seriously getting tired.)

FINN: All right, that's enough, break it up, you two! Rory Gilmore, you should be ashamed of yourself. Toying with these boys like this. They used to have pride. They used to have dignity. They used to have balls. Damn it Gilmore, give 'em back their balls!

Before I could continue I felt a hard punch on the right side of my face. I staggered back. Next thing I know I'm in the hospital.

What the hell am I doing here?