Chapter 2 "I really don't care!"
Rory woke up, from a long night of sleep. She got dressed, or, barely dressed. Emily walked in to say good morning,
"Rory, sweetheart, are you sure that outfit's not to cold?"
"Yes, Grandma." Rory said, kissing Emily's cheek, before leaving the room.
"Rory, it's October!" Her grandmother shouted as she walked down the stairs.
Rory sat down at the breakfast table, opposite her grandfather.
"Morning, grandpa."
"Morning, Rory." He answered, without taking his eyes of the paper.
Rory silently ate her breakfast and then, she was out of there. She drove to school, singing to the songs on the radio, smiling. She had a feeling, this was going to be a good day.
Tristan was walking in to ms Caldecott's classroom, to find a little peace and quiet. He had built a deep interest in books, while he was in North Carolina. They had helped him to daydream away from there. But, they had also helped him to find himself. To, show who he really was. A lot of the kids from Chilton had noticed the change. Rory had to, he knew that she had.
He sat down in a chair, and started reading. He sat there, without looking up, for about 20 minutes. When, suddenly, someone tapped his shoulder. Rory Gilmore.
"Hi, Tristan."
"What, do you want? I was kind of busy, here."
"Not to busy, for me."
"Actually, way to busy for you" He snapped.
"What's up with you?" She was mad.
"And that was you asking, that question?"
"Yeah, it was." She sighed and expected an answer.
She didn't get one. He just sat there, and continued reading.
She hated not having full attention.
"Ah, a lack of comebacks, how sweet." She smiled at him.
To her surprise, he smiled back. "Ah, lack of attention, how sweet." With that, he got back to his book.
She gave up, for now, any how.
All the other students got inside and sat down in their places. To his surprise, Paris sat down next to him.
"Paris" He stated suspiciously.
"Okay, this was my seat, before you came back. I'm not going to give up a seat like this one, just because you're back!" She said and then, she got back to ignoring him.
"Hey, what did I ever do to make you mad?" He whispered.
"You love her." She whispered as a reply.
"WHAT?" He said in a voice, that was the opposite to a whisper.
"Mr DuGrey!" Ms Caldecott said in a annoyed voice. "Will you please repeat what I just said?"
"I don't know, Ms Caldecott."
"And why is that, Mr DuGrey?"
Tristin sighed, "Because I wasn't paying attention."
"Exactly, so please do."
"I will."
Later that day
Tristin was standing by his locker, when, Rory stepped up to him.
"Tristin, I'm so sorry." She said, sounding as dishonest as possible.
"You are, are you?"
"Yes, very much" She said looking at him with puppy eyes.
"For what?"
"For being this mean to you."
"You're being mean?"
"Yes I am."
"I really haven't noticed and," He started walking away, and when he was on his way, he shouted over his shoulder, "I really don't care."
But truth to it was..
..he did.
Rory woke up, from a long night of sleep. She got dressed, or, barely dressed. Emily walked in to say good morning,
"Rory, sweetheart, are you sure that outfit's not to cold?"
"Yes, Grandma." Rory said, kissing Emily's cheek, before leaving the room.
"Rory, it's October!" Her grandmother shouted as she walked down the stairs.
Rory sat down at the breakfast table, opposite her grandfather.
"Morning, grandpa."
"Morning, Rory." He answered, without taking his eyes of the paper.
Rory silently ate her breakfast and then, she was out of there. She drove to school, singing to the songs on the radio, smiling. She had a feeling, this was going to be a good day.
Tristan was walking in to ms Caldecott's classroom, to find a little peace and quiet. He had built a deep interest in books, while he was in North Carolina. They had helped him to daydream away from there. But, they had also helped him to find himself. To, show who he really was. A lot of the kids from Chilton had noticed the change. Rory had to, he knew that she had.
He sat down in a chair, and started reading. He sat there, without looking up, for about 20 minutes. When, suddenly, someone tapped his shoulder. Rory Gilmore.
"Hi, Tristan."
"What, do you want? I was kind of busy, here."
"Not to busy, for me."
"Actually, way to busy for you" He snapped.
"What's up with you?" She was mad.
"And that was you asking, that question?"
"Yeah, it was." She sighed and expected an answer.
She didn't get one. He just sat there, and continued reading.
She hated not having full attention.
"Ah, a lack of comebacks, how sweet." She smiled at him.
To her surprise, he smiled back. "Ah, lack of attention, how sweet." With that, he got back to his book.
She gave up, for now, any how.
All the other students got inside and sat down in their places. To his surprise, Paris sat down next to him.
"Paris" He stated suspiciously.
"Okay, this was my seat, before you came back. I'm not going to give up a seat like this one, just because you're back!" She said and then, she got back to ignoring him.
"Hey, what did I ever do to make you mad?" He whispered.
"You love her." She whispered as a reply.
"WHAT?" He said in a voice, that was the opposite to a whisper.
"Mr DuGrey!" Ms Caldecott said in a annoyed voice. "Will you please repeat what I just said?"
"I don't know, Ms Caldecott."
"And why is that, Mr DuGrey?"
Tristin sighed, "Because I wasn't paying attention."
"Exactly, so please do."
"I will."
Later that day
Tristin was standing by his locker, when, Rory stepped up to him.
"Tristin, I'm so sorry." She said, sounding as dishonest as possible.
"You are, are you?"
"Yes, very much" She said looking at him with puppy eyes.
"For what?"
"For being this mean to you."
"You're being mean?"
"Yes I am."
"I really haven't noticed and," He started walking away, and when he was on his way, he shouted over his shoulder, "I really don't care."
But truth to it was..
..he did.