Revelation
(8 AM, Chilton High School)
"Okay, that's it guys but before you leave, remember that important project I told you guys about?" Max Medina, a teacher at Chilton's prestigious prep school asked his students.
The entire class groaned.
Max couldn't help but to chuckle at their reaction. "Thought so,"he laughed. "This is a very important assignment, worth two thirds of your final, this could make or break your overall grade in this class. So, don't blow this one off."
Rory cringed in her seat, she had a bad feeling about this one, she didn't know why but she did. She continued listening to Mr. Medina.
"You are to research Ernest Hemingway, his writings, his beliefs, his life. Tell me about this man, why is he considered to be one of America's greatest writers? Also, I want you to pick at least one of his essays that best defined the kind of writer you felt he was. You have a week to complete this assignment, and after that you'll make a presentation to this class. I expect you to have slides, videos, posters anything you feel that would add to this presentation to best convey your research to this class. I know, one week seems like little time to do all this research and that is why I came up with another idea.
Rory got this uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach.
"I'm going to pair you guys up to ease the work load. Plus I don't want these presentations lasting for weeks on end,"he laughed.
Oh no, please, please oh pretty please, don't pair me up with him, Rory practically prayed but her worst nightmare was about to be confirmed.
"Paris,, you're going to work with Kevin Dickinson". Paris was not only shocked but mortified, Kevin was only the biggest dork on campus! Ugh, what did she do to deserve this utter humuliation?
"Miss Gilmore, you're going to work with Mr. Dugrey. Unfortunately he's not here today and please see me after class, we'll discuss that situation. Rebecca Johnson..."
Rory didn't hear a single word after her teacher had paired her up with Tristan Dugrey. Paris wasn't the only one horrified with the naming of her partner. She was too. With all her luck she had to be paired with him of all people. They hated each other and she couldn't stand being in the same room with him for five minutes. How was she going to last a week? No way, she had to get of out this. Sneaking a look at Paris's face, if looks could kill, she'd been dead by now. The girl hated her cause she had this unrequited crush on Tristan, why she would never understand. He thought he was God's gift to the female race. And didn't care about anyone but himself, unless it suited his purposes. Well, you can have him all to yourself, she wanted to scream back.
How was she going to get out of this?
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(After school)
"Mr. Medina, I was wondering, since Tristan isn't here, could I get another partner or perhaps do this assignment myself? Rory held her breath, hoping he'll see things her way.
"Actually, Rory I have a solution to your problem. I received a note from Tristan's parents today about his absence. Apparently he's a little under the weather and he won't be here for the next couple of days. I was wondering if you could check up on him at his house, make sure things are on the up and up. And this way, you guys can start working on the assignment together?"
She sighed, knowing fully well this was a lost cause. "Okay, I'll go and see him, but I swear, Mr. Medina, if he's not sick, he'll wish he was when I get through with him", she said in a defiant tone. Rory marched out her class, head held high. Max was left smiling at her spunkiness. He knew these two kids didn't get along and that is exactly why he'd paired them up. He was hoping they would at least put aside their differences for one week to work on this assignment. But now he wasn't so sure, he'd hoped he hadn't made things worse.
(The Dugrey's mansion, Tristan's bedroom)
He laid in his four poster, mahogany bed, looking at the ceiling for what seemed like the upteenth time. "Mom, for the last time, I'm okay. Will you quit calling me every five minutes, don't you have a business meeting, heck even shopping to do?" Tristan asked in an exasperated tone. His mom just didn't know when to quit, she and Courtney, Allison, nor Jennifer for that matter. And he didn't care for none of these girls, they annoyed him to be frank. He loved a challenge and only one girl intrigued him but that was another story. Him being sick was no big deal, though the throbbing in his head said otherwise. His mother was probably worried about his absence leaving a blemish on his perfect attendance acceptance into Harvard. After all, all the Dugray's attended either Harvard or Yale and her golden child was not going to be the exception. He was only sixteen, yet his family had his entire life planned out for him. He would graduate from Harvard, get into the family business and someday marry the "right kind of girl". In other words, rich. He ran his hand through his tousled blond hair, everyone thinks he has it all, if only they knew.
Trying to get a word in edgewise, he interrupted his mom. "Mom, mom, I'm going downstairs to get something to eat, I'll see you when you get home. K, love you too, bye,". He rolled his eyes, as if he didn't have a headache, listening to his mom just made it worse. His head felt like a ton of bricks and all he wanted to do was sleep. And then his door bell rang. He sweared out loud, Charles was out running some errands for his parents which meant he had to answer it. Well, he'll get rid of whoever it was and get some well needed rest.
Rory took a deep breath before pressing the door bell. It was well known how rich the Dugray's were, but this mansion was positively breathtaking. She walked up the marble steps and ranged the bell.
"I'm coming already," an annoyed Tristan yelled. He walked to his door and practically yanked it open, clearly surprised at his vistor..
"What are 'you' doing here?"
To be continued
Note: This was my first GG/Trory fic. Heck one of my first fics ever, because I'm still new to writing stories. So thanks for all your responses, those good and even the consructive criticisms.. Because I am my toughest critic.
(8 AM, Chilton High School)
"Okay, that's it guys but before you leave, remember that important project I told you guys about?" Max Medina, a teacher at Chilton's prestigious prep school asked his students.
The entire class groaned.
Max couldn't help but to chuckle at their reaction. "Thought so,"he laughed. "This is a very important assignment, worth two thirds of your final, this could make or break your overall grade in this class. So, don't blow this one off."
Rory cringed in her seat, she had a bad feeling about this one, she didn't know why but she did. She continued listening to Mr. Medina.
"You are to research Ernest Hemingway, his writings, his beliefs, his life. Tell me about this man, why is he considered to be one of America's greatest writers? Also, I want you to pick at least one of his essays that best defined the kind of writer you felt he was. You have a week to complete this assignment, and after that you'll make a presentation to this class. I expect you to have slides, videos, posters anything you feel that would add to this presentation to best convey your research to this class. I know, one week seems like little time to do all this research and that is why I came up with another idea.
Rory got this uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach.
"I'm going to pair you guys up to ease the work load. Plus I don't want these presentations lasting for weeks on end,"he laughed.
Oh no, please, please oh pretty please, don't pair me up with him, Rory practically prayed but her worst nightmare was about to be confirmed.
"Paris,, you're going to work with Kevin Dickinson". Paris was not only shocked but mortified, Kevin was only the biggest dork on campus! Ugh, what did she do to deserve this utter humuliation?
"Miss Gilmore, you're going to work with Mr. Dugrey. Unfortunately he's not here today and please see me after class, we'll discuss that situation. Rebecca Johnson..."
Rory didn't hear a single word after her teacher had paired her up with Tristan Dugrey. Paris wasn't the only one horrified with the naming of her partner. She was too. With all her luck she had to be paired with him of all people. They hated each other and she couldn't stand being in the same room with him for five minutes. How was she going to last a week? No way, she had to get of out this. Sneaking a look at Paris's face, if looks could kill, she'd been dead by now. The girl hated her cause she had this unrequited crush on Tristan, why she would never understand. He thought he was God's gift to the female race. And didn't care about anyone but himself, unless it suited his purposes. Well, you can have him all to yourself, she wanted to scream back.
How was she going to get out of this?
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(After school)
"Mr. Medina, I was wondering, since Tristan isn't here, could I get another partner or perhaps do this assignment myself? Rory held her breath, hoping he'll see things her way.
"Actually, Rory I have a solution to your problem. I received a note from Tristan's parents today about his absence. Apparently he's a little under the weather and he won't be here for the next couple of days. I was wondering if you could check up on him at his house, make sure things are on the up and up. And this way, you guys can start working on the assignment together?"
She sighed, knowing fully well this was a lost cause. "Okay, I'll go and see him, but I swear, Mr. Medina, if he's not sick, he'll wish he was when I get through with him", she said in a defiant tone. Rory marched out her class, head held high. Max was left smiling at her spunkiness. He knew these two kids didn't get along and that is exactly why he'd paired them up. He was hoping they would at least put aside their differences for one week to work on this assignment. But now he wasn't so sure, he'd hoped he hadn't made things worse.
(The Dugrey's mansion, Tristan's bedroom)
He laid in his four poster, mahogany bed, looking at the ceiling for what seemed like the upteenth time. "Mom, for the last time, I'm okay. Will you quit calling me every five minutes, don't you have a business meeting, heck even shopping to do?" Tristan asked in an exasperated tone. His mom just didn't know when to quit, she and Courtney, Allison, nor Jennifer for that matter. And he didn't care for none of these girls, they annoyed him to be frank. He loved a challenge and only one girl intrigued him but that was another story. Him being sick was no big deal, though the throbbing in his head said otherwise. His mother was probably worried about his absence leaving a blemish on his perfect attendance acceptance into Harvard. After all, all the Dugray's attended either Harvard or Yale and her golden child was not going to be the exception. He was only sixteen, yet his family had his entire life planned out for him. He would graduate from Harvard, get into the family business and someday marry the "right kind of girl". In other words, rich. He ran his hand through his tousled blond hair, everyone thinks he has it all, if only they knew.
Trying to get a word in edgewise, he interrupted his mom. "Mom, mom, I'm going downstairs to get something to eat, I'll see you when you get home. K, love you too, bye,". He rolled his eyes, as if he didn't have a headache, listening to his mom just made it worse. His head felt like a ton of bricks and all he wanted to do was sleep. And then his door bell rang. He sweared out loud, Charles was out running some errands for his parents which meant he had to answer it. Well, he'll get rid of whoever it was and get some well needed rest.
Rory took a deep breath before pressing the door bell. It was well known how rich the Dugray's were, but this mansion was positively breathtaking. She walked up the marble steps and ranged the bell.
"I'm coming already," an annoyed Tristan yelled. He walked to his door and practically yanked it open, clearly surprised at his vistor..
"What are 'you' doing here?"
To be continued
Note: This was my first GG/Trory fic. Heck one of my first fics ever, because I'm still new to writing stories. So thanks for all your responses, those good and even the consructive criticisms.. Because I am my toughest critic.
