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Chapter 2: Jane Eyre
"Rory Rory Kohory banana nana fo—"
"Mom! Please!" I yelled from my bedroom.
Mom smiled at me coming into my bedroom and laying out on my bed.
"Rory Rory—"
"mom! Reading! Book! Reading!" I said irritated.
I was just getting to the good part...
"Sorry Kohory!"
"Don't you have work?"
"This afternoon."she said nonchalantly.
"Then...go."
"Rory! Let's watch a movie!"
"I'm reading."
"You have all day to read."
"No! School starts in a week, I want to have read all my summer reading books by the time next Tuesday comes." I said huffing and hiding my head behind a book.
Mom paused a few minutes, "have you talked to that Jess guy?"
"The one who keeps taking my good reading places? No." I said annoyed she was starting to talk again.
Especially about Jess.
Since Luke had asked me to get to know him and become friends I had been successfully avoiding him. I don't know why, there was just something...I felt weird when I was around him. I breathed funny, like the kid in the wheel chair on 'Malcolm in the Middle.' Plus he was really annoying. Although, all I'd talked to him about was my order, or coffee. But I could tell he was annoying, like he stole my tree and I had to find another place to read. There was this really old beat up bridge that no one went on for fear of injury. It wasn't that fair either, and it was very nice, very quiet and there was no Jess.
"He's Luke's nephew."
"So?"
"Well...we're friends with Luke maybe we should get to know Jess..." mom said innocently.
And when mom was innocent you knew there was something wrong.
"Why?" I asked peeking an eye over my book.
I was suspicious.
"What did you do?" I added slamming my book shut.
"Nothing...much."
"Mom!"
"Ok! Ok! I invited them over for dinner tonight."
"Mom! Reading! Me! Besides, you can't cook."
"Sookie is coming over too."
"Mom! I—"
"Rory, he's new to town. Luke wants you to get to know him...you don't want to get Luke mad. If you get Luke mad he'll never give us happy coffee again."
"Mom..." I whined.
"Rory, it's one night, not even one night a few minutes. Please, be my darling daughter I brag about!"
I rolled my eyes and shook my head. This guy got under my skin...
"Fine."
I was too nice.
"Good." mom said happily skipping out of my room.
"Great." I murmured going back to 'Jane Eyre.'
But I couldn't concentrate now that I knew what I was doing tonight. I knew it wasn't right to judge people, people had many different layers, like an onion. But...Jess was different...I didn't know him but...he was different and I couldn't decide if it was a bad or good different.
"Rory. Go out and get some food!" mom yelled as I groaned.
6 days until School started, I couldn't wait.
"Sorry about the time delay. We had a misunderstanding on what time we were really getting here." I heard Luke say.
"It's fine." I heard mom say from the foyer.
I glanced at the window. Did I have enough time to sneak out? Granted I had never in my life snuck out of my house...
"Hey, Jess. I'm Lorelai. My daughter, Rory, is in her room."
I took a deep breath in and continued reading the same line of my book. Boy, Mr. Rochester was the gypsy. Didn't see that coming. How interesting. I wonder why he dressed up like that...maybe he was a transvestite or wanted to find out a secret. He was very creepy...I wonder if he did that often. What did he learn from dressing as a gypsy? Why a gyp—
"Jane Eyre?" a male voiced asked near my ear.
I jumped away and sat up quickly, nearly rolling off my small bed in the process.
"S-Sorry I didn't hear you." I mumbled jamming my book mark in Jane Eyre.
"I didn't like it. I thought Mr. Rochester was a cheap version of Mr. Darcy from Pride and—"
"Prejudice." I added nodding looking at the cover of the book.
It was pink with women on it. It was a very worn copy and the corners of the cover were peeling. It had been a book I had bought in the 8th grade. I had meant to read it then but was sidetracked by 'Taming of the Shrew' which we were suppose to be reading at the time.
"I liked Pride and Prejudice. And I like Jane Eyre." I said finally looking up at the guy.
He was of medium height and build. His hair stuck up in a crazy rebellion wannabe way, but for some reason it fit him very well. His eyes were brown, not exactly a warm brown, but not exactly cold. He had an air of knowing about him, which made me uncomfortable. I had met him before, once, in the diner a few weeks ago. The same day Luke had asked me to 'welcome him to the neighborhood' how very Mr. Rodgers of you Luke, I thought now.
I shook my head and offered my hand, "Rory." I said simply smiling at him.
I would have to suck in my hate for the guy, because I've never been one to judge a book by it's cover.
"Jess." he said smirking at me.
He ignored my hand and started looking around my small room. The two things new people noticed in my room were my 'Harvard' wall and all the books scattered around every where.
"Well, aren't we hooked on Phonics."
I blushed and watched as he reached for 'Howl.'
"I like to read." I said looking at my bare feet. The manicure Lane and I had done awhile ago was chipping.
"That's good if you want me to lone it to you." I added watching as he flipped through the skinny book.
He shook his head and set it back. I looked away then towards the doorway. I could hear Sookie and Jackson arguing, mom putting her two cents in and Luke gruffly commenting of the craziness of the house.
"So...Rory. What kind of name is that?" he asked.
Once again he was closer to me then necessary. I backed up and knocked into my desk making some stray books that couldn't fit on my bookshelf fall on the floor.
"A...nickname?" I said trying to ignore the beating of my heart and my books.
He laughed watching me as I picked the books off my floor and set them back on my desk. I stood up and tucked my hair behind my ears. Then I looked up and glared at him. He was purposefully making me uncomfortable.
"We should go eat." I said angrily.
"They didn't call us. Isn't that what you do? When dinner is ready you are called and you go eat." I paused thinking about what he said.
"No." I said ignoring the 'yes' in my brain.
Mom and I weren't very traditional with regular eating habits. If both of us were free we usually went to Luke's if both of us were busy, we went to Luke's. We usually just went to Luke's either way. He was the provider.
"I don't know." I added on second thought.
"We eat at Luke's."
"you mean, Ms. Suzie Homemaker doesn't cook?"
"No." I said indignantly crossing my arms.
"I thought everyone in this town cooked."
"Sorry to disappoint." I said inching towards the doorway.
"Shame."
"Sure is." I said finally reaching the doorway.
"Well, let's go eat. Do you want a soda?"
"I can—" Jess started but was interrupted by mom coming in and announcing dinner, an all around first.
"Well, we were suppose to be called after all." Jess said smirking.
"Yep." I said clutching my fingers to keep from trembling.
Why was he looking at my like that? With that smirk that just seemed dirty? I wanted to hit him to make it go away, but that wouldn't be nice.
"So...soda." Jess said waving a hand towards the fridge.
"Right." I said bounding over to it and yanking it open harder then necessary.
The refrigerator trembled and some items fell inside and rolled out onto the floor. Once again I was deemed to pick something up and place them in their rightful place. I handed Jess a coke and I got one for myself.
"Let's go." I said quietly walking towards the living room where the adults had set up a table.
"Do you guys wanna eat outside?" mom asked smiling sweetly at me.
I bit my lip and looked at Jess who shrugged.
"Sure." I said lying through my teeth.
I picked up a plate and piled it high with food. I then headed outside to the swinging love-seat on our porch.
"Pleasant." Jess said dryly, shoveling some food in his mouth.
I watched a little disdainfully as he did this then turned to my own plate and basically did the same thing. We sat in silence the crickets chirping around us and the sun setting, it was very pleasant.
"So Jess...where in New York are you from?" I asked setting my plate down.
He glanced sideways at me then sighed, "How'd you know I was from New York?"
"Well, I actually have spies following you around Stars Hollow." I said sitting back and rocking the swing a little.
"Huh." he said in response. "I thought I felt someone following me."
"So where?"
"Is it really important? I mean, I'm here now, aren't I?"
"True."
"So why does it matter what part of New York I'm from."
"I was making conversation. Sorry to offend." I said crossing my arms and looking towards the setting sun.
"Manhattan."
"Oh. Was it nice?"
"I liked it."
"Well, that's all that counts."
"True. Have you lived in Stars Hollow all your life?"
"Yep. Well, I was born in Hartford, but basically yes."
"I take it, that you like this place?" He asked eyeing me.
I smiled and nodded, "I couldn't dream of living anywhere else. Although, when I get older I want to...I want to travel all around the world." I said looking at him fully in the face.
"Flight attendant?"
"Journalist."
"I was close."
"Do I look like flight attendant material to you?" I asked raising an eyebrow.
"Well...you do have a sweet smile."
I blushed and turned away from him.
"So...do you read?" I asked chewing my lip.
"Not much."
"Oh." I said a little put out.
Then I remembered what he had said about Mr. Rochester in my room earlier.
"What about Mr. Rochester?"
"What about him?"
"I mean...you know who he is."
"I do."
"Why?"
He gave me a funny look then it slowly turned into a smirk.
"I read Jane Eyre."
"I thought you said you didn't read much." I said placing my hands in my lap and looking at him.
"For school." he added giving me a mysterious smile. It was like I was missing out on an inside joke or something.
"Oh." I said looking at my hands and getting used to the silence around us. We were doing so well, conversing, we had reached books and books are one thing I can talk about.
"Do you watch movies?" I said quietly.
"Not much."
I glanced at him quickly and saw he was still wearing the mysterious-inside-joke smile. Then I knew what I was missing. He was a compulsive liar.
"You read don't you?" I said smiling softly even though I knew I should be angry or atleast frustrated. With anyone else, I would be.
He nodded slowly then leaned back against the swing rocking it slowly beneath us. Several minutes later Luke came out and announced it was time that they leave. I was surprised I hadn't hated the dinner that much.
In fact, I liked it quite a bit.
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