"He walked out on me!" Rory said as she flung herself onto the couch,
clutching the phone tightly.
"Relax, Ror. It's not as bad as it sounds," Lane reassured gently.
"He's utterly frustrating!"
"Then why do you still hang out with him?"
Rory paused. "Because-because…"
"Well?"
"The bet!"
"So you only spend time with him because of this bet?"
"Yeah…yeah, that's it," Rory agreed, nodding her head to bolster her confidence in the statement.
"Uh-huh. Well call me when you're back in REALITY," Lane smiled.
"What do you mean?"
"I MEAN that you're in denial."
"Denial of what?"
She could hear Lane's mother calling her in the background.
"I gotta go. Keep me posted, kay?"
"Wait! What am I denying?" But her only answer the click of a phone.
~ Chilton ~
The gymnasium was congested with clamoring students. It immediately quieted when the headmaster stepped up to the podium.
"Good morning, students. Over the weekend, the faculty had convened to go over the progress of the class of 2003. We have come to the conclusion that we are actually a bit ahead of schedule in the majority of classes."
Rory guffawed at the thought of Chilton admitting their students had fulfilled the requirements. She had come to the conclusion that the only way to meet Chilton's demands was death. Then they wouldn't expect you to do any assignments. He continued.
"As a reward for your good work, we will hold a junior class trip the week of Valentine's day. It will last for four days, from Monday through Thursday. On Valentine's Day, there will be a dance to celebrate, so be sure to pack appropriate clothing. Within the next twenty four hours, all of your parents will be notified and asked for permission. See the counseling office for more information. Dismissed!"
"Exactly five days until Valentine's Day!" Summer squealed after they had battled their way into the airy halls. "I can't believe we get to go on a trip after this weekend!"
"So who are you going to give chocolates to, Rory?"
Rory never got a chance to answer as someone stole up beside her.
"Yes, Mary. Just who ARE you giving chocolates to?"
Rory jerked away from the cocky figure. Summer's eyes brightened and she discreetly moved closer to him.
"So Tristan, do you have anyone to go to the v-day dance with at the retreat?" She ran a hand over his arm, batting her eyelashes. Rory nearly gagged at the scene.
"Oh, I've got a list somewhere" He smirked, eyeing Rory. "And guess who's right at the top?"
Rory cleared her throat and turned away, catching sight of a steaming Paris. Tristan saw the direction of her gaze and tipped his chin in acknowledgement.
"Paris."
Blushing uncontrollably, Paris managed to stammer, "H-hi T-tristan."
Rory could see Summer nudging one of her followers and giggling. Apparently Paris had seen it too, for she moved quickly in the direction of her next class. Once Tristan had left them, the deprecation began.
"I can't believe she thinks she has a shot with Tristan," Summer drawled. The other girls nodded agreement, but Rory was confused.
"Why wouldn't she?"
Summer looked at her incredulously. "Because everyone knows I'M going after him."
"Oh. Right."
"Duh."
Rory took leave of the group, her regard for them dropping quite a few notches. Turning to her friends Summer grinned. "Paris should know to keep her paws off my man. I think we're going to have to teach her a little lesson."
"What did you have in mind?" Madeline asked. She had ridden Rory's coattails to this position.
Summer grinned and whispered the plan to the group.
"Relax, Ror. It's not as bad as it sounds," Lane reassured gently.
"He's utterly frustrating!"
"Then why do you still hang out with him?"
Rory paused. "Because-because…"
"Well?"
"The bet!"
"So you only spend time with him because of this bet?"
"Yeah…yeah, that's it," Rory agreed, nodding her head to bolster her confidence in the statement.
"Uh-huh. Well call me when you're back in REALITY," Lane smiled.
"What do you mean?"
"I MEAN that you're in denial."
"Denial of what?"
She could hear Lane's mother calling her in the background.
"I gotta go. Keep me posted, kay?"
"Wait! What am I denying?" But her only answer the click of a phone.
~ Chilton ~
The gymnasium was congested with clamoring students. It immediately quieted when the headmaster stepped up to the podium.
"Good morning, students. Over the weekend, the faculty had convened to go over the progress of the class of 2003. We have come to the conclusion that we are actually a bit ahead of schedule in the majority of classes."
Rory guffawed at the thought of Chilton admitting their students had fulfilled the requirements. She had come to the conclusion that the only way to meet Chilton's demands was death. Then they wouldn't expect you to do any assignments. He continued.
"As a reward for your good work, we will hold a junior class trip the week of Valentine's day. It will last for four days, from Monday through Thursday. On Valentine's Day, there will be a dance to celebrate, so be sure to pack appropriate clothing. Within the next twenty four hours, all of your parents will be notified and asked for permission. See the counseling office for more information. Dismissed!"
"Exactly five days until Valentine's Day!" Summer squealed after they had battled their way into the airy halls. "I can't believe we get to go on a trip after this weekend!"
"So who are you going to give chocolates to, Rory?"
Rory never got a chance to answer as someone stole up beside her.
"Yes, Mary. Just who ARE you giving chocolates to?"
Rory jerked away from the cocky figure. Summer's eyes brightened and she discreetly moved closer to him.
"So Tristan, do you have anyone to go to the v-day dance with at the retreat?" She ran a hand over his arm, batting her eyelashes. Rory nearly gagged at the scene.
"Oh, I've got a list somewhere" He smirked, eyeing Rory. "And guess who's right at the top?"
Rory cleared her throat and turned away, catching sight of a steaming Paris. Tristan saw the direction of her gaze and tipped his chin in acknowledgement.
"Paris."
Blushing uncontrollably, Paris managed to stammer, "H-hi T-tristan."
Rory could see Summer nudging one of her followers and giggling. Apparently Paris had seen it too, for she moved quickly in the direction of her next class. Once Tristan had left them, the deprecation began.
"I can't believe she thinks she has a shot with Tristan," Summer drawled. The other girls nodded agreement, but Rory was confused.
"Why wouldn't she?"
Summer looked at her incredulously. "Because everyone knows I'M going after him."
"Oh. Right."
"Duh."
Rory took leave of the group, her regard for them dropping quite a few notches. Turning to her friends Summer grinned. "Paris should know to keep her paws off my man. I think we're going to have to teach her a little lesson."
"What did you have in mind?" Madeline asked. She had ridden Rory's coattails to this position.
Summer grinned and whispered the plan to the group.