AN: Italics are said with empahasis. Or it could be thought. Bold is said with anger, and voice slightly raising. But not the the level of shouting though. Both is said with emphasis, angry, and slightly louder than the other words.
Chapter 9
"Look at you like what?" Andy asked. He was a little taken back at that answer.
"You're giving me that look, the look you have when you want me to tell you the truth," Rory replied walking away.
Andy jogged up to her and steered her into a big place that served all kinds of foods. It had two stories and was more like a food court than anything else. They walked around, grabbed a tray and stuck some pre-packaged food on them while waiting for the staff to cook what they ordered. A few minutes later, Andy and Rory sat down at a table with a mountain of food each.
"Talk. I don't want any lies this time Ror, you didn't get that bruise from slamming into a wall on your own," Andy demanded, as he beagn eating.
"Well, I did go to the bridge to see Jess. And we did talk about being an 'us', and we were kissing, and I kind of relocated him to the wall of the front steps," Rory began, but stopped as she realized she had a mouthful of food.
"Okay, care to elaborate? I know that Jess likes you to much to hurt you in the way that can be taken. And if he did, it'll be a slaughter, not a murder."
"NO! No, God no. We were kissing, and well, someone kind of ripped Jess away. Hockey try-outs were going on inside the school, and well, I guess Dean was coming out and saw us. He and Jess started to fight, and I tried to pull Dean away, but I guess he didn't see me, or he was just too angry, but he pushed me into the wall of the school. Hard. Jess hit him, and came to see if I was okay, but when he turned back, Dean was gone."
"Let's go," Andy said abandoning the food on the table. His voice was hard and full of venom, and disgust. Rory reached out with her good arm to stop him.
"You shouldn't operate a car when you're seeing red. Besides, it was an accident," Rory tried to reason.
"Lorelai Leigh Gilmore, you can not tell me that after all this, and everything I've taught you about human nature, that it was an accident. He never should have punched Jess in the first place. He never should have gotten so angry that you moved on, when he took a date to somewhere he knew you'd be. It was not an accident."
Rory blinked. She had never seen Andy this mad, except when Tristan called her Mary. Andy had always been protective, but he had always been so carefree and sweet. Seeing him like this frightened her, but she couldn't let that stop her.
"Fine! But Dean will be there when we get back, just, let the city calm you. You love it here, and you shouldn't let this stupid crap ruin the day. Come on A.P," she attempted to calm him down. His nickname usually did the trick, and she felt a little guilty about using it like this.
"Low blow," Andy grumbled, grabbing his Sprite and walking out.
His grandfather had taken him to the city every Sunday, and he gave Andy the nickname A.P after an I.Q test in the 2nd grade that had gotten him into a Gifted course. He barely even glanced at Rory, who was jogging beside him. Rory knew that anything concerning his grandfather would make him comply, and he hated that the Gilmore Girls were using it against him more than usual this trip. Finn and them were the only people that knew about his weakness, and now, he wasn't sure why he had ever told them.
Meanwhile, Back in The Hollow
Jess was walking around the apartment, trying to find something, anything to keep him from ripping Dean's head off. He had already finished Hamlet, which didn't exactly help, and read a couple of Steinbeck novels. He took out a Clash CD and started to blast Should I Stay or Should I Go.
Oh, yeah, real Helpful Jess, he thought, listening to the lyrics. Screw this.
He grabbed his sweater and walked out of the apartment and left the Diner. Jess thought for a moment where Dean might be. He decided to check Doose's first, because it was the easiest to trap him in. Nevermind Taylor getting pissed about him trying to kill one of his staff.
Uncle Luke may even be proud. I mean, I am defending Rory and pissing off Taylor at once. You know what they say about birds and stones.
Doose's had maybe three costumerss when Jess walked in. He looked around, and although Taylor was no where in sight, Dean was in the back corner, pricing something Jess couldn't see. What he did see was that Dean's jaw had a bruise on it, and he had a black eye. That made him feel slightly better. Slightly. Jess walked right up to him, not noting the fact that Babbette and Miss Patty were within earshot behind an aisle.
"What the hell did you think you were doing yesterday?" Jess said, getting to the point.
"What, Mariano, no hello?" Dean bit back.
"I'm sorry, but did you just use my surname? Read a little too much Harry Potter lately?" Jess mocked.
"What the hell do you want?"
"Oh, nothing. I just wanted to know what gives you the right to do what you did! Rory can't even move her damn arm! You can fight me all you want, but Rory was just trying to break up what you started you asshole. Stay away from her," Jess threatened him in a low, deadly tone.
"Fuck you. Like hell I'm going to listen to a bastard like you."
Jess stood there, glaring at Dean, using every ounce of strength he had to keep from slamming Dean's head into the wall. Instead, he quickly flicked the center of Dean's black eye. Dean drew back quickly, holding his eye. Jess didn't stop there, he also used his foot to trip Dean as he was fleeing back, sending him to the ground. His New York reflexes would never quite leave him.
"I suggest you take this warning, Bagboy, because you won't get another one. She lied to keep you safe, but I suggest you make yourself scarce, because she told me her cousin doesn't believe it. He's prying it out of her now. And if he doesn't find out," Jess continued, bending down. "If you come anywhere near Rory, I will cause you unimaginable pain."
With that Jess walked away, thinking he had confronted Dean in private. He didn't know that he had just told the entire town. Babbette and Miss Patty abandoned their things in the deserted aisle and nearly ran out of the store.
"Oh sugar, are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Babbette asked Miss Patty as soon as they were far away from the market.
"Rory and Jess were together, and Dean started a fight with Jess, Rory tried to stop it, and Dean hurt her. Oh god, to think I actually thought that boy was good for her!" Miss Patty exclaimed.
"What are we going to do? Should we tell everyone?"
"I think we should tell Lorelai first, honey. Sounds like she didn't know. Imagine hearing that from someone off the street. It'd be better for her to hear it from us."
"Well, what are we waiting for?!"
To Our Favorite Friendly Neighborhood Finn!
An Hour Later
Finn woke up at his good friend, Logan Huntzburger's apartment, by the shrill sound of his cell phone. He groaned and reached around to answer it, only to realize his pants were on the floor.
Wonder how much Vodka was in that shot glass last night, he thought wearliy.
He grabbed his phone and flipped it open right before the caller was about to be sent to voicemail.
"Who in the bloody hell is this? And you better be bleeding out of your damn skull to wake me up at this ungodly hour!" he yelled into the phone.
"Finn its noon! God can you not go one night without getting drunk this is important!"
"Oh, Lor darling, how may I be at your service?" Finn asked, his tone changing to pleasant abruptly.
"How in the hell can I get a hold of Andy? He and Rory went to New York today, and I was very close to comitting a murder, when I realized he'd probably do it much more effectively, and put the fear of God into someone," Lorelai answered, and he could tell she was on the verge of tears.
"Well, did you try his cell phone? He has two. One for London, and one for here. The one for here is a pre-paid Sidekick," he told her, his voice very soft. "Lorelai, what's wrong? Who do you need to murder? And why can't I do it?"
"Because your freaking hung over! I-I have to go. I'm sorry, could-could you just, uh, give me that number?"
He wanted to argue, but he could tell she was panicked, so he gave her the number, said good-bye, and got dressed. He wrote a note for Logan, grabbed his keys, and left.
This is going to be a long car drive.
Happy Holidays!!! Thank you for worrying about my grades. You didn't need to, I got a B on both my exams(minus the extra cred points on my Math one) so I'm good. Please give a round of applause for my buddy Sammy. She got the highest Math score in the school!! YAY!!!!
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