Rory was up next to be auctioned off. She stepped up on the stage and stared out at all the people sitting in their seats. As they saw Rory step up, a couple of boys hooted at her. Rory was panicked. She didn't know what she was supposed to do, so she stood absolutely still waiting for someone to speak.

The auctioneer called out, "Rory Gilmore... the auction will begin at 100 dollars."

100 dollars? Rory wondered. She knew that most of the Chilton kids were rich, but who would pay 100 dollars for her? A kid raised his hand, followed by another, and another. Soon the auction was up to 900 dollars. Rory was shocked, but not as shocked as she would be by what followed. Tristan DuGrey stood up and said "1,500 dollars." Rory's mouth dropped open, why would anyone, especially Tristan, pay that much money for her? The auctioneer was just about to get to three when another boy stood up.

"3,000 dollars." He said.

"10,00 dollars." Tristan yelled out. The entire room fell silent.

"Sold!" Yelled the auctioneer. Tristan walked up to Rory and helped her off the stage. She shook her head in anger as she left the room.





Rory sat in the kitchen talking to her mother and Lane. "So, how much did you go for?" Lane asked. Rory lifted up her head.

"10,000 dollars." She said quietly. Lorelai's mouth dropped open.

"Who would pay 10,000 dollars for you, well, anyone?" Lorelai asked.

"Tristan DuGrey." Rory whispered. Lorelai and Lane held back from laughing the best that they could. Rory glared at them.

"Hey, I am making a list of those who are snickering, and am preparing appropriate retribution!" Rory yelled at them. They held up their arms in defense.

"We aren't laughing." Lane responded. Rory rolled her eyes at her and looked over at her mother. Her face was turning red.

"Oh, just go ahead and laugh before your face turns blue." Rory told her mother. She got up from the table and left the room.



The next day at school, Tristan approached Rory at her locker. "Hey Mary." He said to her. "Looks like your life is in my hands for the next week." Rory looked at him in disgust. She couldn't believe that she had to do whatever he said.

"So what do you want Tristan?" She asked him. He smiled at her. His cool blue eyes shining into hers.

"I want to take you to dinner." He told her. Rory rolled her eyes.

"Fine. Pick me up at 7." Rory slammed her locker and left for English class.