/N: A lot of people noted how the last chappy was too short. Well, my bad!
I already said sorry for the shortness in the last chapter. Okay, well
that's all for now.
Jess finally found his voice and called to the boy.
"Uh, I think I found it."
The boy walked over and saw the open book in Jess's hands.
"Were you reading this?" He asked angrily.
"No, chill out man it's just a book." Jess regretted the words immediately as he said them. The boy's face turned red and he started shaking.
"This isn't just a book." He said through gritted teeth. "This is the reason I'm here." He said, holding out the book.
Jess understood that this book had some sort of hidden meaning that he couldn't quite grasp. He decided to let it go until DuGrey was ready to bring it up first. He was about to say something when, over the intercom, they announced that all cadets should report to the mess hall for dinner.
The boy just brushed past Jess and left the room. Jess followed him because he had no idea where the mess hall was.
When they got there, the boy took a seat and Jess could already see the change in facial expressions. He want from angry and gloomy, to arrogant and cocky.
"Hey DuGrey over here." One of the other cadets called. Tristan swaggered over to the boy and took a seat next to him.
"So, receive any fan mail lately?" Another boy asked. All of a sudden, their table erupted with catcalls and "woohoo" 's. People ruffled his hair.
"Now now, guys. My mail is my business. I suggest you quiet down before Webb comes over here." Everyone immediately hushed. Jess had to be impressed, not only was this boy an excellent actor, he was respected and could control any one of these boys.
"Come on man, give us a little hint of what you've been getting." One of the boys urged.
Jess rolled his eyes. These people had no lives.
"Well...." Tristan trailed off and the table erupted with noise again. This time with angry words and yells for him to continue. This time, the noise reached Webb's ears and he ran over to the table.
"What is going on here?" He asked. Everyone quieted down.
"Let me guess. DuGrey is making a spectacle of himself, AS usual." That was followed by snickers from some of the boys.
"Well because of your immature behavior, all of you will be cleaning the kitchen and bathrooms in the school spotless. Do I make myself clear?" Webb asked.
"Sir, yes sir." The table chorused.
Jess silently cursed himself. All he did was sit down at a table and now he had bathroom and kitchen duty. If this was an omen for things to come, he wasn't looking forward to Monday.
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Jess was on his hands and knees with a toothbrush, cleaning in between the tiles inside of the bathroom when another person dropped besides him. He turned to see a boy with bright curly red hair, freckles, and startling green eyes.
"Hi." The boy said.
"Hey." Jess replied, hoping the boy would leave him alone. But he didn't, of coarse. He pulled his toothbrush out of his back pocket and sprayed the floor with 409, and got to work.
"You're new here." The boy said. Jess rolled his eyes.
"Nothing gets by you, huh?" Jess retorted, sarcastically.
The boy seemed to have not noticed.
"I'm Evan." He said.
"Jess." Jess said, without removing his eyes from the spot he was scrubbing.
"What wing do you stay in?" Evan asked.
"I don't know. I stay with DuGrey." Jess said.
Evan dropped his toothbrush on the ground.
"Wow! You're really lucky. He's like the only student who had his own room. The rest of us stay in big rooms with bunk beds. He got it because his dad is some Hartford billionaire." This time, Jess dropped his toothbrush.
"Did you say he was from Hartford?" Jess said. Evan nodded. "As in Connecticut?" Jess said. Evan nodded, once again. Jess picked back up the toothbrush and started working. He thought back to the writing in the book.
"DuGrey's first name wouldn't happen to be Tristan would it?" He asked Evan.
"Yeah, why?" Evan asked curiously.
"No reason." Jess lowered his head and got off of the floor to examine his work. There was a chance that the "Rory" in the book was indeed Rory Gilmore. Huh, he thought, it's a small world after all.
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Jess got back to his room late that evening, partly because he got lost. Luckily, he ran into Evan and he showed him to his room. He opened the door to find Tristan reading "Romeo and Juliet". Jess couldn't help but wonder about this boy's fascination with Shakespeare.
"How'd you get here so fast?" Jess asked sleepily.
"Mind your own business." Tristan muttered.
Jess shrugged, took off his shoes, and plopped down on his bed. He heard the springs moving across the room, so he knew that Tristan was shifting positions. He looked up to see Tristan with his head propped up on his hand.
"Look, uh. Thanks for finding my book today." Tristan said.
Jess waved it off.
"It's okay. I'm a big reader myself. Although I doubt I have as many Shakespeare books as you." Jess said eyeing his bookshelf.
"I'm Tristan, by the way." Tristan said.
"I'm Jess." Jess almost smiled. He then frowned. Just because he had made two friends in an hour, he was already smiling. God, what was this place doing to him?
A/N: I hope you don't feel like I'm dragging the plot out too slow. I'm just trying to make it seem realistic. I think that if his were really Tristan, he would've not talked to Jess for a while. Also, I think everyone's caught on to why Tristan has such a fascination with Shakespeare. (Run Away, Little Boy) Please review to tell me what you think. And when I say "please review" I mean that I wanna be one of those stories that by the time their done they have three hundred reviews. Sigh, that would be great.
Jess finally found his voice and called to the boy.
"Uh, I think I found it."
The boy walked over and saw the open book in Jess's hands.
"Were you reading this?" He asked angrily.
"No, chill out man it's just a book." Jess regretted the words immediately as he said them. The boy's face turned red and he started shaking.
"This isn't just a book." He said through gritted teeth. "This is the reason I'm here." He said, holding out the book.
Jess understood that this book had some sort of hidden meaning that he couldn't quite grasp. He decided to let it go until DuGrey was ready to bring it up first. He was about to say something when, over the intercom, they announced that all cadets should report to the mess hall for dinner.
The boy just brushed past Jess and left the room. Jess followed him because he had no idea where the mess hall was.
When they got there, the boy took a seat and Jess could already see the change in facial expressions. He want from angry and gloomy, to arrogant and cocky.
"Hey DuGrey over here." One of the other cadets called. Tristan swaggered over to the boy and took a seat next to him.
"So, receive any fan mail lately?" Another boy asked. All of a sudden, their table erupted with catcalls and "woohoo" 's. People ruffled his hair.
"Now now, guys. My mail is my business. I suggest you quiet down before Webb comes over here." Everyone immediately hushed. Jess had to be impressed, not only was this boy an excellent actor, he was respected and could control any one of these boys.
"Come on man, give us a little hint of what you've been getting." One of the boys urged.
Jess rolled his eyes. These people had no lives.
"Well...." Tristan trailed off and the table erupted with noise again. This time with angry words and yells for him to continue. This time, the noise reached Webb's ears and he ran over to the table.
"What is going on here?" He asked. Everyone quieted down.
"Let me guess. DuGrey is making a spectacle of himself, AS usual." That was followed by snickers from some of the boys.
"Well because of your immature behavior, all of you will be cleaning the kitchen and bathrooms in the school spotless. Do I make myself clear?" Webb asked.
"Sir, yes sir." The table chorused.
Jess silently cursed himself. All he did was sit down at a table and now he had bathroom and kitchen duty. If this was an omen for things to come, he wasn't looking forward to Monday.
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Jess was on his hands and knees with a toothbrush, cleaning in between the tiles inside of the bathroom when another person dropped besides him. He turned to see a boy with bright curly red hair, freckles, and startling green eyes.
"Hi." The boy said.
"Hey." Jess replied, hoping the boy would leave him alone. But he didn't, of coarse. He pulled his toothbrush out of his back pocket and sprayed the floor with 409, and got to work.
"You're new here." The boy said. Jess rolled his eyes.
"Nothing gets by you, huh?" Jess retorted, sarcastically.
The boy seemed to have not noticed.
"I'm Evan." He said.
"Jess." Jess said, without removing his eyes from the spot he was scrubbing.
"What wing do you stay in?" Evan asked.
"I don't know. I stay with DuGrey." Jess said.
Evan dropped his toothbrush on the ground.
"Wow! You're really lucky. He's like the only student who had his own room. The rest of us stay in big rooms with bunk beds. He got it because his dad is some Hartford billionaire." This time, Jess dropped his toothbrush.
"Did you say he was from Hartford?" Jess said. Evan nodded. "As in Connecticut?" Jess said. Evan nodded, once again. Jess picked back up the toothbrush and started working. He thought back to the writing in the book.
"DuGrey's first name wouldn't happen to be Tristan would it?" He asked Evan.
"Yeah, why?" Evan asked curiously.
"No reason." Jess lowered his head and got off of the floor to examine his work. There was a chance that the "Rory" in the book was indeed Rory Gilmore. Huh, he thought, it's a small world after all.
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Jess got back to his room late that evening, partly because he got lost. Luckily, he ran into Evan and he showed him to his room. He opened the door to find Tristan reading "Romeo and Juliet". Jess couldn't help but wonder about this boy's fascination with Shakespeare.
"How'd you get here so fast?" Jess asked sleepily.
"Mind your own business." Tristan muttered.
Jess shrugged, took off his shoes, and plopped down on his bed. He heard the springs moving across the room, so he knew that Tristan was shifting positions. He looked up to see Tristan with his head propped up on his hand.
"Look, uh. Thanks for finding my book today." Tristan said.
Jess waved it off.
"It's okay. I'm a big reader myself. Although I doubt I have as many Shakespeare books as you." Jess said eyeing his bookshelf.
"I'm Tristan, by the way." Tristan said.
"I'm Jess." Jess almost smiled. He then frowned. Just because he had made two friends in an hour, he was already smiling. God, what was this place doing to him?
A/N: I hope you don't feel like I'm dragging the plot out too slow. I'm just trying to make it seem realistic. I think that if his were really Tristan, he would've not talked to Jess for a while. Also, I think everyone's caught on to why Tristan has such a fascination with Shakespeare. (Run Away, Little Boy) Please review to tell me what you think. And when I say "please review" I mean that I wanna be one of those stories that by the time their done they have three hundred reviews. Sigh, that would be great.