Sins
Chapter 2: Sloth
The late morning sunlight was piercing through the sheer curtains in Rory Gilmore's bedroom, in her Soho apartment. The whole room was bathed in a peaceful haze created by the thick air coming through the tall window. It had rained al-through the night and the morning heat made New York very humid on this late-spring day.
Rory shuffled in her bed and escaped the suffocating heat of her white cotton sheets, her eyes still closed. Stretching, she finally opened them, lying on her back, lazily staring at the ceiling. Her eyelashes stuck together in dry clumps. Last night, or earlier this morning to be correct, she had gotten in bed half-drunk, half undressed without having removed her make-up. It had been one of those Friday nights. Her friends Oliver, Amanda and Jamie had taken her to a new bar in the Upper East Side, where they had met Matthew, her last serious boyfriend with whom she now shared a beautiful friendship.
In her first year at Yale, after her break-up with Dean, Rory had decided to stay single for a while and enjoy the privileges that came with it. Matthew, one of her closest friends, had been there for her at all times during that painful first year in college and they had tried dating. Their relationship lasted 4 months after which they realised there was no point in being a couple and decided they were better off as friends.
The previous week, Matthew had confided to Rory that he was in love with Jamie, her friend who studied with her at the Columbia Graduate School of Journalism. With those three hanged Amanda and Oliver with whom Rory had graduated at Yale after completing a Major in International Studies and a Minor in Political Science. Amanda and Oliver had been together ever since Rory could remember. In her first month at Yale, she had seen them flirt back and forth until one morning where she woke up to find Oliver asleep in the next bed, holding in his arms Amanda, who shared a room with Rory in the dorm.
Smiling as she remembered last night's events, Rory rolled on her side and glanced towards her alarm clock.
"11:38!" she yelled as she jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom.
She hastily washed her face and tucked her hair in a messy bun. In her small kitchen, she poured some of yesterday's leftover coffee in a cup and put it in the microwave. While her best hangover cure was re-heating, she got undressed, put on a fresh pair of underwear and a tight tank top with a bra built-in. She came running back to the kitchen and as she drank her coffee, she quickly but awkwardly stepped into old faded jeans and buttoned up a vintage long-sleeve aqua shirt, with only one hand. As she finished drinking the last drops of the hot beverage, she laced her sneakers, took her handbag and flew out the door.
"Damn", she said as she was about to lock the door and she slid back in the apartment.
"My book!" She mumbled to herself, grabbing her worn-out copy of Albert Camus' "The Stranger" that sat on her kitchen counter. She might be half and hour late at her job and feel guilty for the rest of the day, but she wouldn't survive without a good book.
After finishing applying mascara and lip-gloss in the moving train, she took out her book and began reading. It had been given to her by Jess, before they each went away after high school. Jess. It seemed ridiculous to Rory the amount of time in a day she spent thinking about him. Wondering what he was doing, how he was, where he was, what he would've thought of a certain film, book or song. She often considered the option of calling him but after rejecting her the way he had during their first year apart, she had grown to forget that option. She was too vulnerable to be rejected by him again.
"I had to be late on the day where I train a new guy. Go Rory!" She exited the subway station and walked down the streets until she reached a busy street corner. Across the street stood a tall and old brick building. She loved the movie theatre where she worked. It was an ancient place had been renovated -but not too much- and that was now presenting repertory films. People of all ages could come and watch an old favourite, a classic or an edgy film for the same price it cost to rent it, but they were watching it in itchy red-velvet seats in a cozy theatre and could enjoy the ever-warm smell of popcorn. Even in the projection room where Rory worked, the smell of it would impregnate the walls. After 3 years of working at the Rialto, she still hadn't got sick of the buttery essence and would make the microwave kind at her own place when her friends or her mom would come for movie nights.
"Rory Gilmore! You are late! This is a first." said her boss, Paul Evans, smirking.
"I know, I know. I'll never hear the end of it, right?" the young woman shouted as she walked by him, climbing up the stairs that led to the projection room.
"The guy is already in there, waiting for you", he shouted back, pointlessly. She was already opening the door and the loud noise of the machinery invaded the lobby of the theatre.
"I'm so sorry I'm late, it never happens, we'll just have to go very fast. Two films start at one and the two others start at 1:10." Rory took off her bag, placed it in a closet, put her book in the back pocket of her jeans and started the coffee machine before she turned around to come face to face with the 'new guy'.
"JESS!" she widened her eyes and her jaw dropped.
"Well, well. Rory Gilmore." And Jess Mariano smirked his infamous smirk.
A/N. I'm sorry to end the chapter like this, but the rest of the conversation would go in the next chapter. Wrath. You know? I'd appreciate some reviews. Please!
Chapter 2: Sloth
The late morning sunlight was piercing through the sheer curtains in Rory Gilmore's bedroom, in her Soho apartment. The whole room was bathed in a peaceful haze created by the thick air coming through the tall window. It had rained al-through the night and the morning heat made New York very humid on this late-spring day.
Rory shuffled in her bed and escaped the suffocating heat of her white cotton sheets, her eyes still closed. Stretching, she finally opened them, lying on her back, lazily staring at the ceiling. Her eyelashes stuck together in dry clumps. Last night, or earlier this morning to be correct, she had gotten in bed half-drunk, half undressed without having removed her make-up. It had been one of those Friday nights. Her friends Oliver, Amanda and Jamie had taken her to a new bar in the Upper East Side, where they had met Matthew, her last serious boyfriend with whom she now shared a beautiful friendship.
In her first year at Yale, after her break-up with Dean, Rory had decided to stay single for a while and enjoy the privileges that came with it. Matthew, one of her closest friends, had been there for her at all times during that painful first year in college and they had tried dating. Their relationship lasted 4 months after which they realised there was no point in being a couple and decided they were better off as friends.
The previous week, Matthew had confided to Rory that he was in love with Jamie, her friend who studied with her at the Columbia Graduate School of Journalism. With those three hanged Amanda and Oliver with whom Rory had graduated at Yale after completing a Major in International Studies and a Minor in Political Science. Amanda and Oliver had been together ever since Rory could remember. In her first month at Yale, she had seen them flirt back and forth until one morning where she woke up to find Oliver asleep in the next bed, holding in his arms Amanda, who shared a room with Rory in the dorm.
Smiling as she remembered last night's events, Rory rolled on her side and glanced towards her alarm clock.
"11:38!" she yelled as she jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom.
She hastily washed her face and tucked her hair in a messy bun. In her small kitchen, she poured some of yesterday's leftover coffee in a cup and put it in the microwave. While her best hangover cure was re-heating, she got undressed, put on a fresh pair of underwear and a tight tank top with a bra built-in. She came running back to the kitchen and as she drank her coffee, she quickly but awkwardly stepped into old faded jeans and buttoned up a vintage long-sleeve aqua shirt, with only one hand. As she finished drinking the last drops of the hot beverage, she laced her sneakers, took her handbag and flew out the door.
"Damn", she said as she was about to lock the door and she slid back in the apartment.
"My book!" She mumbled to herself, grabbing her worn-out copy of Albert Camus' "The Stranger" that sat on her kitchen counter. She might be half and hour late at her job and feel guilty for the rest of the day, but she wouldn't survive without a good book.
After finishing applying mascara and lip-gloss in the moving train, she took out her book and began reading. It had been given to her by Jess, before they each went away after high school. Jess. It seemed ridiculous to Rory the amount of time in a day she spent thinking about him. Wondering what he was doing, how he was, where he was, what he would've thought of a certain film, book or song. She often considered the option of calling him but after rejecting her the way he had during their first year apart, she had grown to forget that option. She was too vulnerable to be rejected by him again.
"I had to be late on the day where I train a new guy. Go Rory!" She exited the subway station and walked down the streets until she reached a busy street corner. Across the street stood a tall and old brick building. She loved the movie theatre where she worked. It was an ancient place had been renovated -but not too much- and that was now presenting repertory films. People of all ages could come and watch an old favourite, a classic or an edgy film for the same price it cost to rent it, but they were watching it in itchy red-velvet seats in a cozy theatre and could enjoy the ever-warm smell of popcorn. Even in the projection room where Rory worked, the smell of it would impregnate the walls. After 3 years of working at the Rialto, she still hadn't got sick of the buttery essence and would make the microwave kind at her own place when her friends or her mom would come for movie nights.
"Rory Gilmore! You are late! This is a first." said her boss, Paul Evans, smirking.
"I know, I know. I'll never hear the end of it, right?" the young woman shouted as she walked by him, climbing up the stairs that led to the projection room.
"The guy is already in there, waiting for you", he shouted back, pointlessly. She was already opening the door and the loud noise of the machinery invaded the lobby of the theatre.
"I'm so sorry I'm late, it never happens, we'll just have to go very fast. Two films start at one and the two others start at 1:10." Rory took off her bag, placed it in a closet, put her book in the back pocket of her jeans and started the coffee machine before she turned around to come face to face with the 'new guy'.
"JESS!" she widened her eyes and her jaw dropped.
"Well, well. Rory Gilmore." And Jess Mariano smirked his infamous smirk.
A/N. I'm sorry to end the chapter like this, but the rest of the conversation would go in the next chapter. Wrath. You know? I'd appreciate some reviews. Please!