To you I bestow
Chapter 3
A/N: I'm in a writing mood today. Yet again, thanks to everyone who reviewed. This chapter will explain why Tristan had what he had in his trunk!
Dragging myself into my house, I found myself stumbling on to the couch. I suppose that I was too tired to care about homework, or the fact that I had a 10 page paper due to Mr. Medina tomorrow.
Turning on the TV, I switched channels uncomfortably. Damn, isn't there anything good on TV these days? Watching Joey on Dawson's Creek get mugged by some guy just wasn't interesting anymore. Especially to me. I switched the channel, but I was somewhat confused by what it was. Some guy was making food, in competition with some other guy. I actually remember hearing something about this from Lane, who seemed to be overjoyed with the show. Iron Chef. Unfortunately, the Iron Chef lost, and I lost my interest in the show. Time to switch the channel again. Carson Daly discussing Crossroads with Britney Spears- by now, I've had it with TV.
Thank god for the telephone ring. Picking it up, I managed to mumble a "Hello?"
"Rory? It's Lane. I need some help with something?" She seemed pretty desperate, so I figured I should put aside my own problems for the time being.
"What is it?" I asked groggily.
"Well... I don't know what to do about Henry. The problem's pretty obvious- My mom- if she likes him, I won't like him. If she doesn't like him, I'll have to continue to sneak around and I just don't want to do it anymore!" She was out of breath at this point, working herself up too much.
"Lane, calm down for a minute! You might want to discuss this with Henry- after all; he should know that your mom is- well- not normal. If he doesn't believe you, you could always tell him that you have to hide your clothes in a special closet and that all your CDs are under a loose board in your room."
"Thanks for the help and all, but I have reason to believe that it's going to be much more complicated than that. Anyway, I think that I should talk to you tomorrow- my mom is calling me downstairs and I have a feeling that she wants to introduce me to the scientist from Harvard she's been talking about- Oh joy."
"Alright Lane, I'll talk to you later." Since I could barely hang up the phone, I had a feeling that it was time to go to sleep. Falling asleep on the sofa, I fell asleep dreaming of the smell of coffee that would be waking me up tomorrow- and what a cold day tomorrow would be.
It wasn't the smell of coffee that woke me up, but my mom's Ralph Lauren perfume.
"If you don't want to miss out on a fun day at Chilton with `Paris and the Gang', you might want to get off of the couch and into your closet, Rory."
"One more minute, Sergeant Pepper," I said sarcastically as I rubbed my eyes. Walking unsteadily into my room, then my closet, I managed to put on my Chilton uniform. Grabbing my backpack, I ran downstairs to say goodbye to my mom before leaving to catch the bus.
"Oh- and I might be a little late for dinner, Rory- I have to stay at work a little late."
Late- school- teachers- Mr. Medina- 10 page paper- oh shit. "Uh, gotta go! Have fun tonight!"
"But... but... you forgot your coffee!"
"Desperate times call for desperate measures!" I called back, running to the bus stop.
Boarding the bus, I sat down at a window-seat, looking outside. This was going to be a fun-filled day, no doubt about that.
Today is the perfect day for my locker combination not to work. Today, of all days. Fumbling with the lock once again, I tried desperately to make the combination work. No suck luck. Punching the locker in anger, my locker bounced right back, flinging its door in my face.
"Having a bad day, Mary?" It seemed that he was over the dispute that we had yesterday.
"You have no idea," I mumbled, gathering my books into my backpack, while rubbing my face where the locker door hit me. "And the fact that you insist on calling me Mary doesn't help the situation any."
"But, that's your name!"
"My name is Rory. Not Mary. And how would you know if Mary was the perfect name for me? You know nothing about my love life." Maybe it was true that Dean and I haven't gotten further than making out. Maybe I was the goody two shoes that everyone thought I was. But I wasn't ready yet.
"Your whole love life is on display from the way you act."
"Whatever you say." I started to walk away, tired of the conversation that I was having with Tristan.
I could hear his voice from back in the hallways, shouting "Don't forget to meet me during your free!"
Mr. Medina's class had never been so scary before. Sitting down in my seat, I pulled my books out of my backpack and started to stare at a page that we weren't even on yet. I concentrated on every word, hoping that if he saw that I was concentrating, he would somehow forget to collect my paper. No such luck.
"Do you have your paper, Ms. Gilmore?" He smiled at me, probably guessing that I just had not taken it out yet.
"Uh, yea, I do. But I think I forgot to print it out last night, because I got home really late from practice and all--"
"Just get it to me tomorrow."
I could hardly believe that I was off the hook. That easily. "No problem! No problem at all."
With that, Mr. Medina started the class, assigning us to read 50 pages during the period so we could discuss it tomorrow. Fun.
I arrived in the library five minutes late because I forgot to bring my script with me.
Walking over to the table where Tristan was sitting, he looked up and simply said, "You're late, Mary."
I pointed an eyebrow at him, plainly shocked. "What, you're not going to yell at me?" This was too good. If this happens again, I'm going to die of fright.
"Nope. I have better things to do with my time."
Thinking about yesterday's events, I rolled my eyes. "So I see."
He probably guessed that I was thinking about what had happened yesterday. "Look, Rory, it's not what you think."
Wow- this time I'm beyond shocked. He called me by my real name, and now he's attempting to explain something to me. And they say you can't die twice....
"How do you know that's what I'm thinking?"
"Oh come on, what else could you be thinking?" He stared at me, knowing that he had stated the obvious.
"Okay, maybe you're right. Well, if it's not what I'm thinking, then what is it?"
It must have been pretty confidential, because I saw him check around him to see that no one was listening. "I don't smoke pot. Look, I know I may not seem like a great guy to you, but I don't do stupid shit like that."
"Then what the hell is it doing in your car? And why would you pay for it if you're not using it?"
"To sell to other people."
"What?!?!" The librarian glared at the two of us, giving us a look that clearly stated "do it again and you're out of here".
"Would you mind keeping your trap shut?" He glared at me, but I didn't really take note of it. I was too interested in knowing what he was about to say. "Anyway- I know of a few people that'll do anything to get their hands on some. I figure that it's an easy way to make money."
"And what do you need the money for? Come on, your parents are loaded with the stuff." I know that he doesn't think I'm a dumbass. Even Paris knows better- after all, she does think that I'm her only competition at becoming valedictorian.
"Look- you made it your business to know that I have it, and you've made it your business to know what I do with it. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to get started on what we're here for."
Well, he made it clear that he didn't want me to know about his personal life. And I suppose that I don't blame him. After all, I'd probably die if he knew about my personal situations.
Sighing, I focused back on the play.
Chapter 3
A/N: I'm in a writing mood today. Yet again, thanks to everyone who reviewed. This chapter will explain why Tristan had what he had in his trunk!
Dragging myself into my house, I found myself stumbling on to the couch. I suppose that I was too tired to care about homework, or the fact that I had a 10 page paper due to Mr. Medina tomorrow.
Turning on the TV, I switched channels uncomfortably. Damn, isn't there anything good on TV these days? Watching Joey on Dawson's Creek get mugged by some guy just wasn't interesting anymore. Especially to me. I switched the channel, but I was somewhat confused by what it was. Some guy was making food, in competition with some other guy. I actually remember hearing something about this from Lane, who seemed to be overjoyed with the show. Iron Chef. Unfortunately, the Iron Chef lost, and I lost my interest in the show. Time to switch the channel again. Carson Daly discussing Crossroads with Britney Spears- by now, I've had it with TV.
Thank god for the telephone ring. Picking it up, I managed to mumble a "Hello?"
"Rory? It's Lane. I need some help with something?" She seemed pretty desperate, so I figured I should put aside my own problems for the time being.
"What is it?" I asked groggily.
"Well... I don't know what to do about Henry. The problem's pretty obvious- My mom- if she likes him, I won't like him. If she doesn't like him, I'll have to continue to sneak around and I just don't want to do it anymore!" She was out of breath at this point, working herself up too much.
"Lane, calm down for a minute! You might want to discuss this with Henry- after all; he should know that your mom is- well- not normal. If he doesn't believe you, you could always tell him that you have to hide your clothes in a special closet and that all your CDs are under a loose board in your room."
"Thanks for the help and all, but I have reason to believe that it's going to be much more complicated than that. Anyway, I think that I should talk to you tomorrow- my mom is calling me downstairs and I have a feeling that she wants to introduce me to the scientist from Harvard she's been talking about- Oh joy."
"Alright Lane, I'll talk to you later." Since I could barely hang up the phone, I had a feeling that it was time to go to sleep. Falling asleep on the sofa, I fell asleep dreaming of the smell of coffee that would be waking me up tomorrow- and what a cold day tomorrow would be.
It wasn't the smell of coffee that woke me up, but my mom's Ralph Lauren perfume.
"If you don't want to miss out on a fun day at Chilton with `Paris and the Gang', you might want to get off of the couch and into your closet, Rory."
"One more minute, Sergeant Pepper," I said sarcastically as I rubbed my eyes. Walking unsteadily into my room, then my closet, I managed to put on my Chilton uniform. Grabbing my backpack, I ran downstairs to say goodbye to my mom before leaving to catch the bus.
"Oh- and I might be a little late for dinner, Rory- I have to stay at work a little late."
Late- school- teachers- Mr. Medina- 10 page paper- oh shit. "Uh, gotta go! Have fun tonight!"
"But... but... you forgot your coffee!"
"Desperate times call for desperate measures!" I called back, running to the bus stop.
Boarding the bus, I sat down at a window-seat, looking outside. This was going to be a fun-filled day, no doubt about that.
Today is the perfect day for my locker combination not to work. Today, of all days. Fumbling with the lock once again, I tried desperately to make the combination work. No suck luck. Punching the locker in anger, my locker bounced right back, flinging its door in my face.
"Having a bad day, Mary?" It seemed that he was over the dispute that we had yesterday.
"You have no idea," I mumbled, gathering my books into my backpack, while rubbing my face where the locker door hit me. "And the fact that you insist on calling me Mary doesn't help the situation any."
"But, that's your name!"
"My name is Rory. Not Mary. And how would you know if Mary was the perfect name for me? You know nothing about my love life." Maybe it was true that Dean and I haven't gotten further than making out. Maybe I was the goody two shoes that everyone thought I was. But I wasn't ready yet.
"Your whole love life is on display from the way you act."
"Whatever you say." I started to walk away, tired of the conversation that I was having with Tristan.
I could hear his voice from back in the hallways, shouting "Don't forget to meet me during your free!"
Mr. Medina's class had never been so scary before. Sitting down in my seat, I pulled my books out of my backpack and started to stare at a page that we weren't even on yet. I concentrated on every word, hoping that if he saw that I was concentrating, he would somehow forget to collect my paper. No such luck.
"Do you have your paper, Ms. Gilmore?" He smiled at me, probably guessing that I just had not taken it out yet.
"Uh, yea, I do. But I think I forgot to print it out last night, because I got home really late from practice and all--"
"Just get it to me tomorrow."
I could hardly believe that I was off the hook. That easily. "No problem! No problem at all."
With that, Mr. Medina started the class, assigning us to read 50 pages during the period so we could discuss it tomorrow. Fun.
I arrived in the library five minutes late because I forgot to bring my script with me.
Walking over to the table where Tristan was sitting, he looked up and simply said, "You're late, Mary."
I pointed an eyebrow at him, plainly shocked. "What, you're not going to yell at me?" This was too good. If this happens again, I'm going to die of fright.
"Nope. I have better things to do with my time."
Thinking about yesterday's events, I rolled my eyes. "So I see."
He probably guessed that I was thinking about what had happened yesterday. "Look, Rory, it's not what you think."
Wow- this time I'm beyond shocked. He called me by my real name, and now he's attempting to explain something to me. And they say you can't die twice....
"How do you know that's what I'm thinking?"
"Oh come on, what else could you be thinking?" He stared at me, knowing that he had stated the obvious.
"Okay, maybe you're right. Well, if it's not what I'm thinking, then what is it?"
It must have been pretty confidential, because I saw him check around him to see that no one was listening. "I don't smoke pot. Look, I know I may not seem like a great guy to you, but I don't do stupid shit like that."
"Then what the hell is it doing in your car? And why would you pay for it if you're not using it?"
"To sell to other people."
"What?!?!" The librarian glared at the two of us, giving us a look that clearly stated "do it again and you're out of here".
"Would you mind keeping your trap shut?" He glared at me, but I didn't really take note of it. I was too interested in knowing what he was about to say. "Anyway- I know of a few people that'll do anything to get their hands on some. I figure that it's an easy way to make money."
"And what do you need the money for? Come on, your parents are loaded with the stuff." I know that he doesn't think I'm a dumbass. Even Paris knows better- after all, she does think that I'm her only competition at becoming valedictorian.
"Look- you made it your business to know that I have it, and you've made it your business to know what I do with it. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to get started on what we're here for."
Well, he made it clear that he didn't want me to know about his personal life. And I suppose that I don't blame him. After all, I'd probably die if he knew about my personal situations.
Sighing, I focused back on the play.