Chapter 2

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Rory was still unable to speak. Once the pressure to say something became too great, she just walked out of the room. She didn't care how rude it was; because she was fairly sure it was even ruder to force her into a marriage.

A single tear rolled down her cheek as Rory began to contemplate what marrying Colin would involve. Not only would she lose her independence, and her chance at true love, but she would also be expected to become a trophy wife, and give up her career.

Back in the room there was an awkward and ugly silence, until Loralie couldn't take it anymore.

"So was paying for Chilton just a cover? What about Yale? Did you ever really support her dreams? Do you even care that she has a brain?" She asked in a cold and uncaring way, her voice raising with every sentence. "We're done. When I find a way to get her out of this, and believe me I will, we won't be in contact." Just when everyone thought she was done speaking she added in a hushed tone, "The funny thing is, I always thought you had our best interests at heart, but this makes me wonder if Rory was anything more than a bargaining chip for you."

"Don't be ridiculous Loralie, I did this for Rory, so she doesn't ruin her life," Emily stated.

"Yeah, some life that's going to be. Having a fake smile plastered on her face 24/7, planning what appetizers to go with the salmon puffs at the next snobby party. I ran away because I never wanted that life for her."

"You mean my life."

"Yes, I mean your life, but at least you got to choose it." And, with that Loralie ran after her daughter.

"Thank you for dinner Emily, it was—lovely, but we should probably get going." Mrs. McCrae turned to her son, "Colin your father and I expect you to come home tonight, there are some conditions of the contract we will be going over."

"No mother, I'm not going home. I'm sure Logan and Finn will be waiting to hear of the dinner from hell, and who am I to deprive them." Colin went straight out the same door both Gilmore girls had just gone, while turning off his phone.

When Loralie finale caught up with her daughter her eyes were red and she had tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Awe, hon. Why don't we go home and watch some movies? We can get Luke to bring over some food, and watch action movies that have nothing to do with weddings."

"That's okay mom. I just want to get back to Yale, and forget this whole mess for now."

"If you're sure babe, but if you change your mind the doors always open."

"I know mom, thanks."

The two girls parted ways. Unfortunately for Rory, Paris was there, when she got to the dorm, and she instantly noticed her tear stained face.

"Rory? Are you okay?"

Rory broke down crying again, and explained everything to Paris.

"We're going out. You need to get your mind off of this ridiculous arrangement tonight, not to mention it's your last chance to get laid. I'm not taking no for an answer, Gilmore," Paris all but demanded.

It had been a long day, and she just wanted to forget, so Rory reluctantly agreed before grabbing her coat.

"Paris, where are you going? The pub is back that way," Rory said slightly confused, while Paris passed the campus pub.

"We're not going to the pub. I know this great bar that serves any cocktail you can think of."

After Paris parked the car the girls walked through the door. Rory's stomach instantly plummeted when she saw that Colin was at the counter with his friends, a blonde guy that had an amused smirk, and another brunette.

Paris still oblivious to Rory's discomfort pulled her by the arm up to the other side of the bar. She then proceeded to buy them each a round of tequila shots. Rory decided that she would just suck it up, and pray that she wouldn't run into them rather than telling Paris, and risk someone overhearing. She took two of the shots like a pro not letting her inner feelings show. After the third she began to feel a little tipsy. After the fourth shot she forgot all about not wanting to be seen by Colin. This time Rory grabbed Paris's arm.

"Come ooon. I want to dance," she slurred.

Paris, being slightly less intoxicated than Rory, felt unsure about it, but in the end she decided it would be fun.

"Okay."

The song, 'Paralyser,' started to blast through the bar. The girls began to dance loosely to the music. Despite their drunken state they were actually pretty good dancers. Eventually they took a break, giving Rory another chance to down a shot, before Paris spoke again.

"Hey, that guy is checking you out," Paris said looking in Colin's direction. "And, he has cute friends."

Rory and Paris giggled for awhile, then walked over to the boys.

As soon as Colin had gotten to the dorm he called out to Logan, and Finn. "Hey guys, we're going out drinking tonight. The new place down the street from the pub."

When the guys got to the bar Colin began to drink a lot. He just wanted to forget this awful night, and his parent's awful idea. Ten drinks in, Colin was completely plastered, and had finale achieved his goal of forgetting. A bit later, he saw this stunningly beautiful girl. She had long brown hair, and piercing blue eyes, that he felt sure he would never forget. He couldn't stop staring. The weird thing was he didn't want to. Colin was about to walk over to her, when he noticed that the blonde girl standing next to her caught him staring. Seconds later, the two girls were walking over to them, while giggling occasionally.

Rory walked up to the cute boy at the end of the bar who was staring and introduced herself.

"Hi, I'm Rory," she said in a surprisingly clear way.

"I'm Colin, do you mind if I buy you a drink?"

The two began to flirt for about an hour, meanwhile Paris, and Colin's blonde friend Logan, had disappeared. During the course of the night everyone had fun. At one point the bar even introduced karaoke. It was almost a shame that the price of having fun that night was, a killer headache for everyone the next morning.

The next morning Rory woke up, and her head was pounding. When she opened her eyes she started to freak out. She wasn't in her own bed. She looked over to the other side of the bed, and the events of last night all came flooding back to her.

"Oh my God! I slept with my fiancé!" She yelled making herself wince, and Colin wake up.