AUTHOR'S NOTE: JAMES AND PAMELA ARE DUNZO. SHERRY WILL ARRIVE ON THE SCENE IN A COUPLE OF CHAPTERS. BEN IS BACK WITH A VENGEANCE. OH AND I DIDN'T HAVE THE SLIGHTEST IDEA WHAT GIGI'S MIDDLE NAME IS SO I TOOK THE LIBERTY TO MAKE ONE UP FOR HER. YEAH THAT'S ALL I'VE GOT FOR NOW. THANKS FOR TAKING THE TIME TO READ THIS DRIVEL.
RATING: PG-13 IF ONLY FOR LANGUAGE
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN THE MAJORITY OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY, BUT I DO OWN A FEW THAT PEOPLE LOVE LIKE THE FABULOUS ANNE MARIE. BUT IF I DID OWN GG SHE WOULD HAVE SO SAID YES.
CHAPTER ELEVEN: ANTI-PAUL AND ANTI-MILES
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"So I'm proud of you for taking the news about Sherry so well." Lorelai told Gigi as she zipped up her dress. "I know that it wasn't easy for you to be mature about all of this." When Christopher had told her about Sherry's request she too had been upset. She felt like Gigi's ball was a private matter for close family only. Part of her knew that the only reason she felt that way though was because she was scared to lose Gigi to Sherry even though Christopher had assured her that was not only crazy, but impossible.
Gigi shrugged. "I didn't really have a choice. You know how desperate and needy she can be. The last thing I wanted was for her to blow up my email and voicemail with empty promises about how she wants to get to know me better." Gigi paused remembering Sherry's pleas to allow her to attend her sweet sixteen. Upon arrival Sherry questioned everything from Gigi's choice of theme, Copacabana, to her decision to have Lane and Dave's band play as part of her birthday present. It he bad been hell. Her mom nearly decked Sherry right after her father surprised her with the black fully loaded Chevy Tahoe she'd been hoping for. "I told Dad I wouldn't change my introduction. It's still going to say that Georgia Winifred Hayden is the daughter of Christopher and Lorelai Hayden because as far as I'm concerned you're my Mom and she's just well she's just Sherry, the woman who wanted me to fit in her schedule to the point that she actually scheduled a c-section and I can barely tolerate."
Lorelai blinked a couple of times to try and keep the tears at bay. This wasn't the first time that Gigi had made a declaration of this nature nonetheless it made her emotional. "Oh G you sure know how to cut a girl to the core." She swiped her hand across her cheek to brush away a couple of stray tears that had escaped.
"Oh Mom I didn't mean to make you cry I just needed you to know. Whenever Sherry pops up I'm always worried you'll start to doubt your importance in my life." Gigi hugged her mother tightly.
"I know kid and sadly enough sometimes I think I need to hear it. You know I love you the exact same way right? You know you're just as much my daughter as Rory is?"
Gigi smiled and nodded. Lorelai had made her feel so much like her own daughter that sometimes she wondered if Sherry was just a surrogate. Of course that was impossible and she'd never once told anyone about her suspicions but still they were there in the back of her mind.
"Now as much as I love having this Hallmark moment we better get to work on your hair and makeup now because Sylvie is going to pop up any minute." Lorelai joked. It was Sylvie's panic stricken moments of fashion distress that always made Lorelai think she was a brunette version of Paris. Well that and the fact that she was what most people would consider to be on the intense side. Just as Lorelai had put the finishing touches to Gigi's hair and makeup the door to her bedroom flew open and in came a frazzled looking Sylvie.
"Help," Sylvie pleaded as she dropped a garment bag on the bed. She unzipped the bag and pulled out a simple peach colored dress. "I picked it because I knew Paul would like it and then when I tried it on this morning I realized that Paul really had horrible taste in dresses and this is going to be the first time Ben actually sees me face to face and the last thing I need is to look like a fashion victim."
Lorelai smiled sympathetically. The dress really was retched. Not only was peach a terrible color for her pale skin tone, but the cut was all wrong. She'd look like a blind and unattractive grandmother in that getup. "Take a deep breath Sylvie before you have an asthma attack. You came to the right place. I'm sure Gigi has something in the closet that you can wear. Go ahead in there and look while I finish up."
Sylvie dropped the unsightly dress on the bed and went into Gigi's closet. She was not sure what she would do without Lorelai or Gigi to save her in moments like this. The first time it had happened they'd been fourteen and were getting ready for a formal. You see this wasn't the first time that Sylvie had bought a dress that was not right for her. It was a bad habit of hers. Audrey, Fallon, and Gigi often listed it as her worst habit. At one point her friends made a rule that she wasn't allowed to go without one of them there with her. She'd bought the dress with Paul during a trip to Cambridge to visit a couple of old friends. He'd assured her that it was fabulous. God how dumb she was to have trusted him.
"G text Ben and let him know there has been a change of plans. Tell him to come here and the four of you can carpool to the luncheon." Lorelai instructed as she applied blush to her cheeks. She smiled and clapped her hands. "You look vonderful dahling." She complimented in her best Zsa Zsa Gabor voice.
Gigi looked up and saw that she did in fact look wonderful. She stood up and blew her mother an air kiss so as not to ruin her makeup. "What would I do without you?"
"Oh that is a list that could go on forever. Let's start with completely underestimate how much fun a metallic gel pen can be or lack a ranking system for hot yard guys." Lorelai joked and then ventured into the closet where Sylvie seemed to be overwhelmed by all the choices. It took two seconds for Lorelai to decide that she would look amazing in the white and navy shirt dress that Stephanie had picked up for Gigi during her last trip to Los Angeles.
Sylvie who was used to being styled by Lorelai didn't even question it, but rather rushed to the bathroom to change. When she emerged she looked at Gigi and Lorelai expectantly and let out a sigh of relief when they nodded in affirmation that she looked hot. With that part done she sat in front of Gigi's mirror and allowed Lorelai to do her hair and makeup.
"So are you nervous about meeting Ben face to face for the first time?" Lorelai asked as she tried to decide what to do with Sylvie's hair.
Sylvie bit her lip and nodded. She'd barely gotten five hours of sleep the night before because she was so ready to get this meet and greet over with. "I just hope that our chemistry is real. You always hear about people having so much chemistry in email and over the phone and then when they meet it's a total letdown. I'm trying not to get my hopes up."
Lorelai reassuringly squeezed Sylvie's right shoulder. "Don't worry Syl; I'm sure it'll be great. I mean he was handpicked by Paris. How much more proof do you need that he's perfect for you."
Sylvie laughed knowing that Lorelai was right. She had met Paris a number of times over the years and understood fully why people said that they were a lot alike. While she was more subdued than Paris and more apt to talking with people her age the similarities were still obvious. Some people would have blanched at the fact that by saying you were just like Paris that meant you were intense and maybe even a little neurotic. Sylvie on the other hand wore it like a badge of honor.
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Christopher was sitting in his office watching the Golf channel when he heard someone knocking on the front door. He glanced at his watch as he got up. He figured it must have been James seeing as the luncheon was in just under a half an hour. To his surprise not only was James standing there, but also a boy who looked just like George Michael from Arrested Development. He assumed this must be Sylvie's date. The boy that Paris had picked out for Gigi, but Gigi had decided was better suited for Sylvie. "Hi James, hi Sylvie's date, sorry I don't know your name."
"Ben Chapman, it's nice to you Mr. Hayden." Ben had been on his way to Sylvie's house when he got Gigi's text. Thanks to his GPS system he had no problem finding the large colonial house that Gigi was raised in. He'd been surprised when a black Range Rover had pulled in the drive behind him. When he got out and saw that the guy was around his age, he realized that this must have been the guy that Gigi chose. He had to admit that he did look more like her type of guy.
Christopher ushered them into the house and into his office. "The girls are still upstairs getting ready. It shouldn't be too much longer. Are you guys excited about the luncheon?" He joked. No straight guy was excited about a debutante luncheon.
"Oh yeah I couldn't sleep just dreaming about those cucumber sandwiches and the thought of my table manners being observed and more than likely corrected." James had been to enough of these things to know that eating could actually be made into a chore.
"And it's not like they ever feed you anything substantial. The last time I had to go to something like this I stopped at McDonald's beforehand and got a couple of Big Mac's." Ben had always hated attending such stuffy events. At first sight most people didn't realize that Ben came from money. He just seemed like your typical smart middle class kid that got into an Ivy League school because of sheer effort. In reality his mother owned a world renowned cosmetics company and his father, who had passed away when he was eight, had been a famous playwright. His SAT score alone would have gotten him into Yale, but still he made sure his grades were good. His last name alone would get him into medical school, but still he worked hard to be more than a spoiled rich kid. What made him realize just how much he liked Sylvie is the fact that she had the same work ethic and desire to be great. And because he liked her he was willing to go through all of this just to know her better.
"Do either of you know anybody who's going to be there other than the girls?" Christopher couldn't imagine being in their shoes. He'd always been guaranteed to at least have Digger at the events keep him company. He thought it would be daunting to go somewhere where you didn't know anyone, but most of them knew each other. He figured it would be like being the third wheel in a conversation about an inside joke.
Ben shook his head no. "I graduated from Phillips-Exeter so most of my friends who would attend things like this are members of Boston society."
"PEA alumni and you go to Yale? That must not have been a popular choice." Christopher remarked. He knew from his boarding school days that Exeter was first and foremost a Harvard feeder school. It was one thing to go to Dartmouth or Brown, but Yale? No Yale was where the Andover kids went.
Ben laughed. "It's not quite like that anymore though I will say I did meet some resistance when I announced my plans. People seem to think Harvard Medical School is better than Yale. I don't bother to attempt to correct them."
"It's just like how despite the fact that Cornell is very much an Ivy League school it's like the red headed stepchild of the Ivy League. People always feign politeness when you say you intend to go there." James' good friend Brent was going to Cornell next year even though his family was very much Harvard legacy. People constantly pressured him to aim higher than Cornell and to follow in his father's footsteps.
"At least you're not headed to Brown." Christopher joked. "I'm a Princeton grad so I've received plenty of ribbing in my forty years."
"Princeton? I thought Gigi was Yale bound." This has been one of the first things that James had learned about her.
Christopher smiled and nodded. "She is. Hayden's are Princeton legacy, but Gilmore's are Yale legacy. Rory went to Yale so more than likely Gigi will follow. Plus 7 out of the 10 members of Rory's little group hold degrees of some sort from Yale. Lane didn't go to college. Dave went to USC for a semester before deciding to officially be a professional musician. Anne Marie went to university in Australia casually. As you can see the ones who took college "seriously", and I use that term loosely because Finn is not known for being serious, went to Yale. Princeton never had a shot."
"You're still not trying to push your alma mater?" James wished he was that lucky. His father pushed Dartmouth every time they spoke. Secretly or not so secretly James was considering going to Yale or maybe even Columbia. Still his disinterest in Dartmouth was not because people did not take it seriously as a member of the Ivy League as much as he desperately wanted to forge his own path. He was tired of being James Bradshaw, Josh's little brother and Joshua's youngest son.
Christopher shook his head. "I'd be fighting a losing battle if I did."
"That's very anti-elitist of you." Ben surmised.
"I do what I can to not perpetuate a stereotype." The last thing he wanted was to be the second coming of Straub Hayden. While he loved his father he never understood him. He never wanted Gigi to not be able to understand him.
Lorelai strutted into her husband's office like she was walking a catwalk. "Gentleman if you'll please turn you're attention to the door I'd like to introduce to you two of the hottest debutantes ever to walk down the Daughters of the American Revolution staircase."
Gigi walked in and curtsied. She blew air kisses at all three guys.
Sylvie who despite knowing she looked fabulous still felt awkward thus she decided to make a joke and walked in as if she was Mary Katherine Gallagher. In other words she did the Superstar. To her delight Ben actually laughed and applauded her foolishness.
"Let's take a couple of quick pictures and then we'll let you guys go ahead and go." Lorelai instructed the two couples who to her amusement didn't fight and instead willing posed for pictures. Fifteen pictures later she assured the couples that they looked fabulous and urged them to attempt to have fun at the luncheon.
Once they had left Christopher looked at his wife and sighed. "I feel old."
"Want to go upstairs and have a pillow fight?" Lorelai asked suggestively.
Christopher grinned, "Only if having a pillow fight is code for something far more beneficial to burning calories as well as far more fun."
"How about we do both?"
"Deal." Christopher comprised and then he picked her up and carried her upstairs.
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Keaton Somersby eyed and judged the other tables silently while she pretended to give a shit about what her three cronies Paisley, Chanel, and Nicolette were discussing. She vaguely heard Paisley mention Whitney Port from The Hills. Typically she would have been involved in a conversation of this nature. She loved Lauren Conrad with a passion though sometimes she fretted that she was more like Kristen than she liked. She glanced again at one particular table to her left. It was Gigi's table. She couldn't wait to see who the blonde had found to be her escort. She knew there was no way he was anyone acceptable. All of the good choices had long been snapped up. She looked over to the boy who was sitting beside her. She placed her hand on his thigh as she continued to look around.
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"You look amazing," Ben whispered into Sylvie's ear once they had all piled into James' Range Rover and were on their way.
Sylvie brought her hand up to her cheek where she was sure she had started to blush. "Thank you. You look pretty dapper yourself. How'd you know I was wearing navy?"
"It was the color that I thought would look best on you so I was pretty sure you would pick it." Ben left out the part that he had consulted his mother on the topic. She'd been in France when he'd called and asked for her advice. She'd been the one who after seeing her picture said that navy was the color that would look best on her. She'd also been delighted to hear that her son was interested in a girl of Sylvie's status. His mother, he would glumly admit, was very much an elitist.
"I actually almost wore this horrible peach dress, but thankfully Lorelai was able to help me. She's a real fashion guru. That's why I had you pick me up at Gigi's. I knew there was no way I'd be dressed in time to get back to my house to meet you. I hope you didn't mind."
Ben shook his head no. "It was no problem at all. Plus it was nice getting to meet James before we get there. It would have been a little intimidating meeting all of your friends at one time."
"Believe me my friends aren't going to be the intimidating ones. It's going to be that bitch Keaton Somersby who is going to be eyeballing us. She's going to be furious when she realizes that Gigi's last minute escort is far cuter and nicer than Miles ever was." Sylvie was excited to see the shocked on Keaton's face. She just wished she could take a picture. She decided to text Audrey and Fallon so that they would take know to take a picture.
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Fallon cackled when she read Sylvie's text and shared a knowing glance with Audrey. She was so happy her friend had thought of it because neither one of them would have.
"What do you have up your sleeves?" Rafe, Audrey's boyfriend asked knowingly. He'd seen the glance they'd shared. He knew how devious they could be all the while looking innocent and lily pure.
Fallon leaned forward and in a hushed tone told the guys about Sylvie's text, "Brilliant right?"
"This new escort is that much of a step up from Miles?" Daniel hadn't even known about the break up until he'd seen Miles sitting at Keaton's table. Because he was a plebe at the United States Naval Academy he didn't get to talk to his girlfriend as regularly as he would have liked. When they did talk they tended to talk more about themselves than their friends. Thus he was out of the loop about life at Chilton after his graduation..
Audrey nodded furiously. "Not only is he cuter than Miles, but from what Gigi said he's got an actual personality. You should have heard her gush."
"She gushed?" Rafe was surprised. Gigi was many things, but a gusher was not one of them.
"Yep, she gushed. Sylvie has been walking on a freaking cloud since Wednesday. I swear it sounds like Ben is her soul mate." Fallon added. Never in a million years did she think her friend would be this crazy about a guy.
"I wonder if Paul knows." Daniel joked. "I swear when she talked about him you would have thought she was talking about an episode of that Dominic Dunne show Power, Privilege, and Justice or whatever."
"Wrong she was more excited about the show." Rafe quipped.
Audrey's phone buzzed signaling she had a text. It was from Sylvie and said we're about to walk in. She got her phone ready and motioned for Fallon to do the same. When Keaton saw Gigi walk in the room on James' arm she fumed. First she gasped and then she gritted her teeth before settling on a very unattractive scowl. It was priceless to say the least. Fallon was smart enough to get a couple shots of Miles who looked like a wounded puppy when he saw that Gigi had upgraded him.
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Gigi pretended not to notice the stares as she made her way across the dining room to where her two other best friends were sitting with their boyfriends. Instead she pretended to be too wrapped up into something that James was saying to even notice. When they got to the table she gestured excitedly towards James and introduced everyone. "James I'd like to introduce you to Fallon, the redhead in black, her boyfriend the Annapolis plebe Daniel, glamorous Audrey, and her other half the always dashing Rafe. All of you this is James."
"What up?" James offered even though he knew it was an outdated greeting. He was relieved when they actually laughed rather than looking at him as though he were the lamest person on earth. He'd been the victim of this look many times during his relationship with Pamela. One time in particular when he'd done an impersonation of Dwight Schrute she wouldn't speak to him for the rest of the night despite the fact that he was at a party with her friends and didn't know anyone there. He ended up spending the night playing BrickBreaker on his phone. He couldn't help but notice that this was greeting was similar to the one she had treated him to last night at her grandmother's. It was adorable.
Sylvie grinned. "Unlike Gigi I lack an elaborate form of introducing him to everyone, but still this is the hilarious and charming Ben."
Ben sat down in the empty chair between Sylvie and Audrey.
"So you're the anti-Paul and anti-Miles?" Rafe joked before reaching across the table to shake both of their hands.
Audrey rolled her eyes. "It should be noted that is a good thing, a very good thing. Paul and Miles were very pompous and could be found in the dictionary when looking up the words spoiled, arrogant, and according to some homosexual."
"So did you get the pictures?" Sylvie asked excitedly. She'd been to focused on pretending not to care that people were looking at them to see the dismay that was surely written all over Keaton's face.
Fallon beamed. "Oh yeah and believe me they are so going in the newsletter about the event." She handed them their phones and allowed them to scroll through the pictures.
Gigi smirked when she saw the one of Keaton gasping. It served the bitch right. Gigi wasn't sure if Keaton was with Miles more to spite her or if she actually liked him. It wasn't like he was really that much of a catch. Most people didn't even comprehend what she was doing with him. So it was yet to be seen why Keaton had wooed him of all the guys she could have had.
"So why is it exactly that you have beef with Keaton?" Ben asked. Paris had never fully explained that to him and he had been far too confused and intimidated to ask.
Rafe sighed knowing that either himself or Daniel would have to answer the question because the story pissed the girls off far too much to put it into words. "Keaton has always been Kristen to Gigi's LC." This was the go to reference in an attempt to explain the feud.
"She's a bitch and has always resented that she would have been top dog at any school other than Chilton. She moved to Hartford when the girls were in like eighth grade from Los Angeles. Her mother is an actress and a gold digger. Anyway she showed up on the first day of eighth grade thinking she was the shit and basically was proven wrong when nobody even noticed her. I don't know and it doesn't help she's new money. New money as you guys probably know makes you a second class citizen in society. Oh and finally it's like her crew is the Plastics and these four are the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. They're meant to clash." Daniel felt extremely gay for using such girly references. He was very happy his commanding officers weren't here to torment him.
"Anyway we don't start campaigns against her really. She usually just targets us. You should have seen how furious she was when Gigi won Best All Around, Audrey won Most Glamorous, Sylvie won Most Brilliant, and I won Most Talented, and her cronies won yeah nothing." Fallon had been in the Yearbook office when Keaton stormed in demanding a recount of all the ballots. It would have been sad if it weren't so pathetic.
"Clean sweep," Audrey added. "Those are the four categories she wanted for her and her friends. Instead only Chanel won something and it was most flirtatious."
"A friendly way of saying class slut," James remarked. Pamela had been voted most flirtatious at her boarding school and was furious. James had had to resist the urge to point out that her reputation must have transferred with her.
Sylvie laughed, "Exactly."
"Can I just say I'm so happy I'm not a girl?" Ben joked. "It must be so stressful."
"Believe me it is." Gigi agreed and then frowned, "Oh my god."
"What?" Sylvie asked and then saw what Gigi saw. Paul had just walked in wearing a sleek pin-striped gray suit. She scowled. "I'll be right back."
"Who is that?" Ben asked as he watched Sylvie get up and traipse across the room to the doorway. He could tell by her body language that she wasn't happy to see whoever it was that had just walked into the room.
Daniel scoffed in disbelief. "That douche who just walked is her ex-boyfriend Paul. He must be trying to woo her. He does that a lot."
Ben cringed when he saw Sylvie follow Paul out of the dining room. He was damned if he was going to let Paul woo her. He stood up. "If you'll excuse me, I'll be right back."
Everyone at the table seemed stunned for a moment. Eventually Audrey broke the silence.
"Go Ben!" She said as if she were at a sporting event.
"No wonder Sylvie's been floating on a cloud. He's like perfect." Fallon was impressed that he would actually go help Sylvie get rid of Paul. She just wished she could be there. She grinned when she heard Daniel clear his throat. "Perfect for her I mean." She clarified before kissing him softly on the cheek.
"Just wanted to make sure that I wasn't going to be next to be upgraded," Daniel joked with a grin. "We better be on our best behavior Rafe or the next thing you know James will be calling guys the anti-Daniel and the anti-Rafe."
- - -
It didn't take Ben, but a minute to find Sylvie and Paul quietly arguing in an empty hallway. He was happy to see that Sylvie still seemed very angry as opposed to looking like she actually gave a shit about what he saw saying. He cleared his throat to make his presence known. "Is everything okay Syl?"
Sylvie smiled when she saw him standing there. She couldn't believe he was coming to fight for her. "Yeah Ben, thanks."
"So if you'll be on your merry way that'd be much appreciated." Paul instructed and gestured for him to go away.
"Not without my date," Ben stood his ground. "I'll head back to the table when Sylvie is ready."
"Newsflash kid your services aren't needed here. I'm her boyfriend therefore I'm her date. You're just some schlub she found to make me jealous so go back to your boring life as a computer science major at UConn or whatever it is you do. I'm sure there's a roaring game of World of Warcraft that you could be enjoying right now while eating Top Ramen."
Sylvie started to tell Paul to go fuck himself, but didn't get a chance to because Ben it seemed was not going to be intimidated by Paul.
"Actually I'm pre-med at Yale and I'm not just some schlub as you called me. What you didn't know is that Sylvie has been schtupping me behind your back for almost a year. She was only pretending to be upset when she caught you cheating because she wanted to keep up appearances, but in actuality she was grateful. Now if you'll excuse us." Ben gently grabbed Sylvie's hand and pulled her away. Once they were far enough from Paul he looked at her apologetically. "I'm sorry for that last bit I just wanted to knock him down a few pegs."
Sylvie waved it off. "It's fine. Thank you for that Ben. I'm sorry he showed up here. For the record we're very much broken up and I don't think any of those things about you."
"Well good because they're not true. I'm a 360 guy and I play mostly Call of Duty and Halo. I know how frat of me. Oh and if I'm hungry I typically prefer to eat Easy Mac as opposed to Top Ramen. Ramen just has far too much sodium."
"If I didn't know better I'd swear this was some sort of elaborate con. Are you sure you're not just a professional actor that Paris hired?"
"Do you really think if she was going to hire an actor she'd pick one as pale and nerderific as me?"
Sylvie thought about it for a moment. "No I guess not for Gigi, but definitely for me she would. Is nerderific going to be this year's bootylicious?" She teased.
"God I can only hope. Do you think people make money when they create new words?"
- - -
After lunch, which none of the couples really touched, everyone was urged to mingle. It was while James and Gigi were talking to Malcolm and Peyton that they encountered Keaton and Miles. It was inevitable, but that didn't make it anymore desirable.
"Keaton, Miles." Gigi said their names with obvious disinterest.
"Gigi your dress is remarkable, but what else would you expect from a girl who's close personal friends with Stephanie Lancaster." Keaton had never dared go to Stephanie's boutique knowing that she'd be kicked out as soon as the blonde recognized her. This was yet another reason Keaton hated Gigi.
Gigi gagged on the inside. She hated how fake Keaton was. "Thank you. Your dress is…something else."
James protectively wrapped his arm around Gigi's waist and pulled her closer to him. He pretended not to notice how Miles clenched his right fist in response.
"So who's your date G?" Keaton couldn't help but notice that he was even cuter up close. Later when she talked to Paisley, Chanel, and Nicolette she of course would dismiss him as okay looking if only to save face.
Gigi grinned and leaned into him. "Oh where are my manners. Keaton, Miles. I'd like you to meet James Bradshaw. James these are two people I go to school with." She knew by the way Miles took a deep breath that she'd hit him below the proverbial belt.
James smiled. "It's nice to meet you both."
"How do you two know each other?" Miles asked gruffly. He didn't like the way James had his arm wrapped around her waist.
"We go way back actually. His brother Josh is married to Honor Huntzberger, Logan's older sister." Gigi explained.
James nodded in agreement. "When I heard that some asshole had ditched Gigi this close to her debutante ball I was more than happy to step in and be her escort. I really should thank the guy who broke up with her. To tell you the truth I've always had a crush on her."
Miles forced a tight smile. "Lovely, well if you'll excuse us we better go say hello to a couple other classmates."
"Well if you must. It was nice seeing you two." Gigi watched them retreat. Once they were gone she quietly high-fived James. "Oh you were perfect. You should consider a career in acting. I bought the whole thing."
"Thank you, but I think I deserve more than just a high five."
"Oh yeah what'd you have in mind?"
Without warning James tilted his head and placed a soft and sweet kiss on her lips. When he pulled back he smiled at the dazed look on her face. "Now we're even."
AUTHOR'S NOTE: SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO UPDATE. AT LEAST IT WAS A LONG ONE RIGHT? SORRY THERE WAS NO RORY AND LOGAN IN THIS CHAPTER. THEY'LL MAKE AN APPEARANCE IN THE NEXT ONE. THANKS FOR READING. IF YOU REVIEW YOU'LL MAKE MY DAY. – KRiSTiNE.
