Rory walked down the halls of Chilton the same way every day. She came to her locker not to find her most usual suspect, but an old friend, Tristan.
"Hey," he said as she walked to her locker that he stood beside, his eyes wandered everywhere on her body.
"Can i help you?" She obviously had noticed.
"Yes actually you can, go out with me on Saturday night," Tristan gave her his most sincere look.
"Wouldn't that be a problem considering the fact you're going out with Ashley," Rory said almost bitterly, not directed at him but at the fact he was with someone else.
"She was a no show," Tristan explained.
"What?" Rory asked quizically.
"She never showed up," Tristan said.
For some reason this relieved Rory.
"So what's your answer?" Tristan nodded toward her.
Rory rolled her eyes and walked away.
"You never answered!" Tristan yelled from behind her.
She kept walking straight into algebra, leaving him wondering behind her.
Ashley came racing down the hallways of Chilton to a haulting stop in front of her locker. She spun the dial furiously until the locker spun open. She was barely accountable for being dressed. Her tie was crooked, her white shirt untucked and hanging out from her vest. Her shoe was untied, her knee high socks sagging down to her ankles. Her hair was in a loose ponytail, strands hanging down on her face. She stuffed her backpak in her locker and yanked her needed books for her first period class. She slammed the locker closed and catapulted down to the classroom.
"Miss. Taylor why, exactly, are you late for class?" the structured teacher asked.
"Ummm," Ashley failed to find words.
"Yes?" she asked arrogantly.
"Family problems, i'm really sorry," Ashley said almost sadly, glancing down at her lap.
The teacher picked up this subtle gesture, and left it at that.
She began her lecture and already the two friends began to talk about Ashley's morning tardiness.
"Was it really family problems?" Rory mouthed.
Ashley shook her head, and Rory found it too risky to ask in the middle of a lecture.
"What happened?" Rory asked immediately after the girls stepped out of the classroom.
"My mom hit a deer," Ashley explained, "The car was pretty much totalled, good thing we didn't get hurt."
"I got hit by a deer once," Rory said almost cheerfully.
"You got hit by a deer?" Ashley asked, clearly puzzled.
"Yeah."
"How did that happen?" Ashley asked.
"Well i stopped at a stop sign and it just came ramming into me, it was pretty scary, then it just ran off," Rory explained.
"Wow," Ashley said.
The girls soon found themselves at the everyday lunch routine, having their own table to themselves.
This soon was about to change as both girls saw Tristan heading in their direction.
He sat down directly in the middle of both of them.
"Hey girls," he said.
They both looked away distastefully. He glanced from one to the other as if to choose which one he wanted.
The friends looked at one another and moved simotaneously to the table in front of them. Tristan followed submissively.
"What are you doing?" Ashley asked.
"I'm sitting with my friends at lunch," Tristan explained.
Ashley gave him a weird look, then said, "Rory, sorry i gotta go to a doctor's appointment, have fun," and with that, she left.
"What does she have against me?" Tristan asked.
"Well let's see, you flirt with every girl in sight in front of her and me, and then you ask her out, gee, i wonder," Rory answered sarcastically.
"It's all part of my plan," Tristan said devilishly.
"Plan?" Rory asked.
"Yeah my plan."
"Could you be a little more specific?" Rory asked.
"I dont like her," he said plainly.
She gave him a questioning look.
"Isn't it obvious? I don't like her Rory, i like you," he got up, still looking at her, then left the same way Ashley did.
Rory couldn't help but smile.
"Hey," he said as she walked to her locker that he stood beside, his eyes wandered everywhere on her body.
"Can i help you?" She obviously had noticed.
"Yes actually you can, go out with me on Saturday night," Tristan gave her his most sincere look.
"Wouldn't that be a problem considering the fact you're going out with Ashley," Rory said almost bitterly, not directed at him but at the fact he was with someone else.
"She was a no show," Tristan explained.
"What?" Rory asked quizically.
"She never showed up," Tristan said.
For some reason this relieved Rory.
"So what's your answer?" Tristan nodded toward her.
Rory rolled her eyes and walked away.
"You never answered!" Tristan yelled from behind her.
She kept walking straight into algebra, leaving him wondering behind her.
Ashley came racing down the hallways of Chilton to a haulting stop in front of her locker. She spun the dial furiously until the locker spun open. She was barely accountable for being dressed. Her tie was crooked, her white shirt untucked and hanging out from her vest. Her shoe was untied, her knee high socks sagging down to her ankles. Her hair was in a loose ponytail, strands hanging down on her face. She stuffed her backpak in her locker and yanked her needed books for her first period class. She slammed the locker closed and catapulted down to the classroom.
"Miss. Taylor why, exactly, are you late for class?" the structured teacher asked.
"Ummm," Ashley failed to find words.
"Yes?" she asked arrogantly.
"Family problems, i'm really sorry," Ashley said almost sadly, glancing down at her lap.
The teacher picked up this subtle gesture, and left it at that.
She began her lecture and already the two friends began to talk about Ashley's morning tardiness.
"Was it really family problems?" Rory mouthed.
Ashley shook her head, and Rory found it too risky to ask in the middle of a lecture.
"What happened?" Rory asked immediately after the girls stepped out of the classroom.
"My mom hit a deer," Ashley explained, "The car was pretty much totalled, good thing we didn't get hurt."
"I got hit by a deer once," Rory said almost cheerfully.
"You got hit by a deer?" Ashley asked, clearly puzzled.
"Yeah."
"How did that happen?" Ashley asked.
"Well i stopped at a stop sign and it just came ramming into me, it was pretty scary, then it just ran off," Rory explained.
"Wow," Ashley said.
The girls soon found themselves at the everyday lunch routine, having their own table to themselves.
This soon was about to change as both girls saw Tristan heading in their direction.
He sat down directly in the middle of both of them.
"Hey girls," he said.
They both looked away distastefully. He glanced from one to the other as if to choose which one he wanted.
The friends looked at one another and moved simotaneously to the table in front of them. Tristan followed submissively.
"What are you doing?" Ashley asked.
"I'm sitting with my friends at lunch," Tristan explained.
Ashley gave him a weird look, then said, "Rory, sorry i gotta go to a doctor's appointment, have fun," and with that, she left.
"What does she have against me?" Tristan asked.
"Well let's see, you flirt with every girl in sight in front of her and me, and then you ask her out, gee, i wonder," Rory answered sarcastically.
"It's all part of my plan," Tristan said devilishly.
"Plan?" Rory asked.
"Yeah my plan."
"Could you be a little more specific?" Rory asked.
"I dont like her," he said plainly.
She gave him a questioning look.
"Isn't it obvious? I don't like her Rory, i like you," he got up, still looking at her, then left the same way Ashley did.
Rory couldn't help but smile.