Chapter 8

Chilton

It had been a few weeks since the basket incident and Jess and I had been talking more, it was so interesting listening to his views on music, movies and books and the best thing was even though we had so much in common, we still argued over which authors were geniuses or complete idiots. I was having so much fun that I felt guilty about not spending any time with my boyfriend, Andrew. So guilty that I was making out with him in the middle hall way.

Our lips moved together in sync and Andrew's tongue teasing my lips, silently asking for access which I granted. Andrew was a good kisser but his lips always a bit chapped and he couldn't just kiss me, he had to get his tongue in my mouth. As Andrew's hand started to move his higher up my waist someone cleared there throat.

"Sorry to break up this exchange of saliva, but some of us care about our education so could you move, your blocking my locker," an irritated Paris said to us.

We stopped and move to the side, with me blushing up a storm because we seemed to have attracted an audience. Madeline, Louise and Rory were standing behind Paris, patiently waiting to get into their lockers. At that moment I was thankful for Paris because I don't know what I would have done if Andrew's hand had continued. "Sorry," I simply stated.

"So Rory, I guess you have Friday night plans as well as the Playboy twins here?" Paris asked pointing to Madeline and Louise.

Rory looked surprised by the question, as was I.

"Um…kind of." She replied.

"So the fact that my Harvard career is slipping away as we speak means nothing." She replied sadly.

"What are you talking about," I asked wondering what the hell she was talking about.

She looked at Andrew and he took that as an invitation to walk away and open his locker. She leaned in and whispered, "I got a A minus, ok."

"So…?" Rory asked.

"So, I have never gotten an A minus, I just need someone to study with me," she declared.

"Look, my mom is away for the weekend and I have plans with Dean, so maybe Lily can help you."

I cringed when Paris looked at me hopefully.

"I have plans tonight but if you are still freaked out after the quiz on Tuesday, I will study with you then." I said hoping she would leave it be. Truth was I wanted to sit around and order Indian food and watch my favourite movie and just pig out.

"Fine," she sighed. "If I had moved a decimal point none of this would have happened."

The bell rang and everyone scattered and I opened my locker.

"So your mom is gone for the weekend," Andrew stated.

"Yeah."

"I was thinking I could come over and we could get to know your bed better," he suggested while raising his eyebrow.

Oh fudge.

"I know my bed pretty well," I replied closing my locker and walking away. I wasn't surprised by what Andrew was suggesting because he had been hinting for months that he wanted to have sex, but I wasn't ready. I wanted to lose my virginity with someone I was in love with, and I wasn't in love with Andrew.

"Lily I know you're not ready but I was hoping that we could something other than making out." He said catching up with me.

"Look as fun as that sounds, I wanted to spend tonight by myself tonight. I never get the house to myself and do the things I want to do."

He looked disappointed and nodded his head and kissed my cheek and walked in the direction of his classroom. I sighed in relief that was a close one I thought walking to my classroom as well.

Gilmore House in Stars Hollow

"Hey I am off to see Dean, you sure you don't want to come?" Rory asked as I sat on the couch flicking through the channels.

"And watch you and Dean have sweet and sickening sex together, no thank you. Not my idea of good time." I replied not looking up from the TV. Suddenly Rory hit me over the head.

"Ow, that hurt," I turned to look at her while rubbing my head.

Rory gave me a look.

"Fine I am sorry, but you have to admit the sexually tension between you and Dean is thicker that my hair. And don't try to deny it, I saw you guys kissing against that tree."

Rory blushed which caused me to burst out laughing.

"Shut up," she replied and crossed her arms.

"I will be fine tonight. I already have my food ordered and just waiting to put my movie in," I said holding up Breakfast at Tiffanys, my favourite movie. (Mine too)

"Ok see you later," she replied.

"Have fun with Dean doing God knows what," I said laughing.

She laughed and I flicked through the channels for 10 minutes when the doorbell rang. Thinking it was my food; I grabbed the money mom left and opened the door. There stood Paris with her usual determined look on her face.

"I can't study, I tried but nothing means anything anymore. I can't even read my own handwriting," she proclaimed walking into the house.

"Yes Paris why don't you come in," I said sarcastically to myself while closing the door.

I walked into the living room and Paris was looking around the room.

"This is the big evening you had planned, sit around and eat junk food and watched a completely useless love story with a ditsy women with a stupid cat in it." She accused.

"Hey!" I said ready to defend my movie.

"Obliviously my urgent and important predicament shouldn't stand in the way of your big party. I am leaving." She stated.

I felt guilty and I knew I would regret this later, "Paris wait."

She turned round. "I will study with you, but only for one hour and that is it."

"Really you will." She smiled.

"Yes," I sighed.

She walked past me into the living room and my shoulders deflated. This is going to be a long hour.