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Rory dialed the combination to her locker. Darn, it didnt open again. This time she hit the locker and it bounced open.

"Yes!" she exclaimed and shoved her books quickly inside. She closed her locker and then glanced at her watch. It was lunch-time and that mean't she should check out the lunch hall.

'Please have decent food!' she thought to herself.

"Dont worry Mary, Chilton has better food than you think," said the familiar voice that belonged to Tristan DuGrey.

Rory almost jumped. "Wha.. did I say that aloud?" Rory asked, bewildered.

Tristan laughed. "I read your mind Mary,"

Rory sighed and continued walking. "Dont shrug me off like that Mary.. aww Mary, don't you like me?"

Rory scowled. "Are you going to be a pain all day?"

Tristan looked a tiny bit hurt. "No, I'm not going to be a pain, but I thought you'd like your calculator back!"

Rory looked at the black calculator that was in her hand. She had lost hers in Maths.. "You took my calculator!" Rory exclaimed.

"Wrong Mary, you misplaced it." Tristan smiled.

"Whatever, now would you please give it back?" Rory asked, grabbing at the calculator.

Tristan moved the calculator high above her reach. "Not so fast Mary, what do I get if I give it to you?"

Rory gave up for a moment. "What makes you so sure I want my calculator that bad?"

"You have Maths 2 next," Tristan pointed out.

Rory scowled again. "Just give it back Tristan. This is stupid."

Tristan smirked. "Well Mary, when you decide you'd like your calculator back, you'll know where to find me." He ran his hand through his hair, then went off to join his mates. The calculator was still in his hand (which looked kinda odd).

Rory shrugged. She supposed she could survive for one lesson without her precious calculator. What was 2 x 2 again? Oh yes, 4. 12 x 12? 144. She had it easy.

She went off to find the lunch hall. Ah there it was.. all the kids were lining up with their trays in hand and the food being piled on to their trays. As Rory approached the front of the line, she eyed the food being served. Was that real beef? Mmm.. the gravy smelt good. Could this school really have gourmet food? She laughed, maybe she wouldn't need to pack her lunch in the future.

She took her tray, now piled with food to the nearest empty table she could find. As of yet, she hadn't actually made any friends. She thought she may have already made an enemy. That girl, Paris, had been giving her an evil stare all day. She'd first noticed it when Tristan had been paying Rory attention, and not Paris. Rory laughed to herself. Paris had a thing for Tristan. Well she could have him, she snorted as she put a forkful of food into her mouth.

Paris stamped up to Rory. "Well hello Miss Gilmore."

Rory nodded, as she swallowed her food. "Mmm.. Hello!"

"I'm just wondering whether you plan to make your flauntings with Tristan DuGrey a daily occurrence?" Paris asked, quite nosily.

"Flauntings?" Rory blinked. "Ohh.. Paris, trust me, you can have him."

Paris stammered. "What? Oh.. are you suggesting? No, I was just saying that he's not good for you." She tried to cover her embarrassment.

"Well now that we have that solved... Bye." As quickly as she came, Paris ran off.

Rory ate her food silently, listening to her headphones at the same time as reading.

"How can you multi-task like that?" Tristan cooed.

Rory whipped her head phones off. "Excuse me?"

"Reading and listening to music at the same time. What an art." Tristan commented.

Rory rolled her eyes, and began to put her headphones on, but Tristan snatched them. "Hey!" protested Rory.

"Rory, dear..."

"You used my name," said Rory flatly.

"Mary, Mary, quite contrary.... Anyway, I just thought you should know that I'm sure you'll be needing that calculator of yours in Maths. Have you gotten the project brief?"

"No!" said Rory, but putting her hand out. "Just give me the calculator."

Tristan sighed. "I can see you're going to be no fun today Mary.. maybe next time." He dropped the calculator into her hand. He winked at her. "Seeya Mary."

Rory took her calculator and checked that it was still working. She didnt know what to expect from that DuGrey. She turned it over in her hands.. what was that on the back? An inscription.. geez.. "Tristan 4 Rory" it said.

She glanced around the lunch-hall for Tristan. She couldn't find him. 'He's just being mean to me on my first day,' thought Rory. But deep down, she actually liked the thought of Tristan DuGrey being interested in her.

She shoved the calculator back in to her bag.

"What was that?" demanded Paris.

Rory pulled off her headphones again. "What now?"

"I said what the heck was that!" shouted Paris.

"Calm down Paris.. please... what are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I mean!!" exclaimed Paris. "What did Tristan come over to talk to you about?"

Rory sighed. She didnt want to be on the bad side of Paris, she could see that. "He was just returning my calculator,"

"And why would he have your calculator?" persisted Paris.

"Because he took it, alright?" sighed Rory.

"Aha!" shouted Paris, "I knew it!"

"What? Its my first day, why wont anyone give me a break? First Tristan, now you."

"First Tristan?" grinned Paris. "Oh you mean he's being a pain?"

Then Paris frowned. "But that's his way of saying he likes you! He teases you, and plays with you!" Paris started to go red. "Stay away from him Gilmore!"

"What?" said Rory, as Paris stormed off, yet again.

Rory hadn't done anything wrong, yet Paris had totally gone off at her. So what if Tristan liked her? Was it Rory's fault that she was "likeable". Geez, thought Rory, people at Chilton are weird.

.......Chapter 3.......