Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls.
A/N: So...this is another story. I have writing ADD...what can I say?
Chapter One: Just My Luck
Logan sat with his friends Colin and Finn in the Headmaster's office, sitting in complete silence. The large imposing man was looking sternly at them, his left eyebrow twitching in frustration. The Headmaster was a portly sort, tight fitting suits stretched to button popping measures. He was a short and stout with an even shorter temper. This was not the first time that the boys were there and they all knew that it wasn't their last.
"Boys, I am very disappointed in you. You have done things before to send you to my office, but this time you have gone too far,"
"Headmaster Richter, we're-"
"Silence Mr. Huntzberger," The Headmaster snapped, "I don't want to hear your sugar coated excuses. No amount of charm will win your way out of this. You all should be ashamed of yourselves, this is a respectable school and you have shamed us all. The assembly that you all did your little prank at was one very important to Andover. There were important friends of Andover, people with prestige,"
"Headmaster Richter, in our defense people thought the prank was funny," Finn noted.
"Mr. Rothschild, in my opinion, jumping up and stripping to an unseemly rendition of Like A Virgin is not something humorous. It was tasteless,"
"We were emulating The Full Monty," Finn defended, being set with a steely glare from the Headmaster.
"Regardless of intent and content, it was uncalled for. Now, I'm not going to expel you, that would be much too easy and cause more commotion than I am prepared to stand. Instead, you will all do community service,"
"Oh, please just expel me," Finn lamented.
"Mr. Rotschild, you will be working in the soup kitchens with Mr. Mcrae. Mr. Huntzberger, you will be working as a tutor,"
"Why do I have to work alone?"
"There will be no discussion on this. You all must pay for your actions, now return to your classes immediately. Your community service starts on Monday,"
Rory sat in her Spanish class, waiting anxiously for her test to be handed back. The teacher stopped at her desk, placing her test face down on the desk. Rory took a deep breath and flipped it over, her eyes greeted by a large red D. She let out the breath she was holding, once again disappointed. She saw some writing at the bottom and saw that it asked her to see the teacher after class.
"Great," She muttered.
"Gilmore, how'd you do?" Paris asked from behind her.
"Uh, not too well," Paris looked at the test and gasped, causing several people to look at them.
"Paris! Could you please not gasp so loudly? Everyone's looking at us,"
"Sorry, the first time you did bad I just figured you didn't study. Two times though, that's bad. Either you're lazy or-"
"I'm not lazy, I'm just not getting it," Rory went through the rest of class struggling to grasp the concepts. However, she just grew more confused. Finally class ended and Rory took her time packing up, she had to stay anyway. She walked to her teacher's desk, extremely nervous.
"Mrs. Erdman?"
"Rory, you seemed to struggle a bit on your last test,"
"Yes,"
"Did you study?"
"Two hours,"
"Two hours? Did you not understand the material?"
"I was struggling a bit," Rory said quickly, smiling sheepishly, "Okay, a lot,"
"Rory, I think that you should get a tutor,"
"No, I'm fine,"
"There's no need to be ashamed of accepting help,"
"I don't need help," Rory said indignantly, not liking the situation she was in. Rory was smart, she didn't need or want a tutor. She'd probably end up with some tall brunette who thought sweater vests were in, and he would make corny jokes and snort while laughing. Rory did not want to have to deal with that.
"Okay, how about I just find you a tutor? If you need it the option is open, it not then we just move on," Rory nodded, shifting awkwardly.
"Alright, bye Mrs. Erdman,"
"Good bye Rory,"
"I think I need a tutor," Rory said, sitting next to her mother at Luke's.
"A tutor? You were doing long division in kindergarten, what do you need a tutor for?"
"Spanish,"
"You're taking Spanish?"
"Yes,"
"Since when?"
"Since I started Chilton," Lorelai nodded, looking at her daughter intensely.
"Okay, how do you say dog in Spanish?"
"Perro," Lorelai smiled.
"See, what do you need a tutor in Spanish for? You're amazing!"
"Mom,"
"You're a regular Emeril Lagassi,"
"I can't cook,"
"Well, then you're Jennifer Lopez,"
"I can't sing,"
"I'm guessing Pablo Picasso will also be a no?"
"Yes, you guessed correctly,"
"So you need a tutor?" Lorelai asked, hitting her empty cup of coffee on the table to get Luke's attention. Rory nodded, smiling as Luke angrily stood in front of Lorelai.
"Why did you just do that?"
"I need more coffee," Lorelai said innocently, setting Luke with the patented puppy dog face.
"Did you have to hit your cup on the table? Those cups cost money, now you've scratched it all up,"
"They're cups Luke, this probably cost like one dollar,"
"They're three!" Luke snapped, taking her cup and filling it with coffee.
"Someone's touchy,"
"Drink the damn coffee,"
"Thank you!" Lorelai said cheerfully, she turned to Rory, eyes gleaming, "Now, back to the tutor thing. Have you talked to your teacher?"
"Yes, she is getting me one,"
"Okay, so now that we have that settled, let's move on to the important stuff," She paused for effect, wanting to build the moment, "Blueberry pie or Apple pie?"
Logan Huntzberger officially hated his life. He had done a little prank and now he was forced to tutor some girl. His friends got to goof off together and he was isolated with some girl who couldn't conjugate a stupid verb. It was unfair and that was why he officially hated his life. When he pulled into the town of his tutee he nearly puked with disgust. It looked all cozy and hickish, a banal country charm radiating from the overly white picket fences. He searched for the library, finding it to be another cheerfully painted building. He parked his BMW and walked in, already counting down the hour and a half he needed to be there. Yes, the time was only supposed to be counted if it was tutoring, but Headmaster Richter had not mentioned that point; and Logan Huntzberger lived on technicalities like that.
From the girl's transcript he expected to find a short girl with mousy hair and bottle glasses. She would be shy and reserved, too afraid to make eye contact and speak in low tones, barely audible to the human mind. This is what Logan expected to find, instead he found something completely different. He found himself face to face with a beautiful brunette with the bluest eyes he had ever seen.
"Hi," She said simply, her fingers already playing with the seam of her sweater.
"Hi, are you Rory?" She nodded, her head bobbing up and down.
"Okay," He continued, "So you need help with Spanish?"
"Yeah, I kind of suck at it, hence the whole tutor thing,"
"Okay, well, let's sit down and start," She nodded, quickly sitting down.
"You have a nice town," He commented, trying to be nice. She surprised him by laughing, her face bright.
"Thanks, but you don't need to lie. I realize that for those who have not lived here their entire memorable life, it is quite a shock,"
"Okay, I admit your town is a bit different,"
"That it is, but we like it that way. We're unique, we have character," Logan smirked, amused by her sudden enthusiasm.
"You've certainty perked up," She blushed, looking down at the text book that she had brought with her.
"I have a tendency to ramble,"
"I like it," He said, causing her to blush even more, however she looked up to meet his eyes, amazed by how deep a shade of brown his were, "So Rory, what do you need help with?"
A/N: Okay...so tell me if I should continue!