Rory Gilmore-Hayden pulled in to the parking lot in her sleek, new midnight blue BMW M3 convertible. She tossed her sunglasses into the passenger seat and righted her slightly wrinkled Chilton sweater. Oh the joys of private school. Not that she had much of a choice. Not with her family so tightly woven into Hartford society. The names Gilmore and Hayden could trace their roots all the way back to the May Flower, which meant one thing. Money. And lots of it. Gilmore carried a heavy weight of its own but with Hayden as an added surname. That's where you make the elite of the elite.
She glanced over to the all too familiar Porsche parked next to her own car and smiled. The pitch black paint and spotless interior that she was so used to that it almost didn't creep her out that a boy could be so neat. She got out of the driver's seat and smirked when she passed the license plate reading "HUNTZ" not to be confused with the ketchup brand, no this was the car of Logan Huntzberger. Rory's best friend since birth and probably before then considering their parents were best friends.
She continued walking by herself to the entrance of the school. It was odd, she was usually accompanied by her best girl friend Stephanie Vanderbilt, but not today. Stephanie had opted to ride to school with another one of Rory's closest friends Colin McCrea, whom she had spent a lot of time with over the summer. So she was left on the first day of her senior year without anyone to ride with her to school, although it did have its perks. She was able to spend the ride pondering the latest novel she had conquered rather than the last dress Stephanie had seen that she just had to have.
Rory had barely made it to the main door of the school when an arm was thrown around her shoulders.
"Rory, love," the strong Australian accent bellowed, "where have you been? I thought our poor Logan was going to have a coronary when you did not show at exactly 7:30."
"Finn!" Rory exclaimed as she grabbed the Aussie in a tight embrace. "I missed you so much! One week is definitely not enough over the summer. No more going to Australia for the whole break!"
"I missed you to, Reporter Girl, but dear Australia is my home. She is my calling during the summer, and alas you are not because-"
"Because I'm not a read head," Rory finished while giggling. She missed the antics of her "big brother" as he had dubbed himself a long time ago.
Suddenly to hands covered her eyes and she felt the hot breath of the intruder near her ear. She gasped slightly in surprise.
"Hey, Ace," the familiar and slightly rugged voice whispered to her, "miss me?"
"Logan!" she squealed as she turned around and flung herself into his waiting arms. The outrageously handsome blond smiled and let out a groan as he squeezed the gorgeous brunette tightly.
"I'll take that as a yes," he smirked confidently, "maybe I should go sailing with my dad more often." Logan was lucky, as one of the Hartford elite, to have such a close relationship with his parents like Rory.
Finn smiled at the interaction between the two best friends, and he noticed as Logan took a strong whiff of Rory's hair before letting her go. If only she knew, he thought to himself remembering the conversation he and Logan had the week they all came to visit him in Australia, if only she knew.