How Do I Make You Understand?
A/N: Sorry about the last two chapters. I'll try to make the next ones longer… Oh, and just a note about distribution. If you wanna use the story for any reason (although I'm not really sure why you'd want to) just check first. So anyways…on with the story…
She loved snow. It must've been something she inherited from her mother, whose philosophy was that magical things always happened when it snowed. She didn't know what about it was so intriguing, but it just fascinated her. It made everything seem so…different. It could change your outlook, and make normal everyday situations become captivating adventures. So now here Rory was, staring out the window during the middle of an American Literature lecture, daydreaming about being out there, and anywhere but here.
"Ms. Gilmore??? Excuse me, Ms. Gilmore??? MS. GILMORE!!!!!" her American Lit. teacher, Mr. Medina shouted.
"What? Oh, sssorry…Mr. Medina…" Rory meekly replied.
"Is there something outside that is more interesting than what I am discussing right now?" Mr. Medina asked.
"No, of course not, Mr. Medina. Your lecture is extremely fascinating. I must not have gotten enough sleep last night. I'm sorry, it won't happen again."
"Of course it won't happen again, Ms. Gilmore. Do you know why that is? Because in order to ensure that this won't happen again, you are going to be writing a 5 page essay for me, outlining the basic reasons for exactly why American Literature is so…extremely fascinating." Mr. Medina snapped.
"Yes, Mr. Medina." Rory replied. God, how could she have been so stupid?!? This was so unlike her! Daydreaming! And in Mr. Medina's class, of all places! (He'd been extremely irritable towards Rory ever since Lorelai had rejected him.) She wished she could just melt into the floor.
But Mr. Medina wasn't quite finished with Rory yet. "Oh…and Ms. Gilmore? Maybe next time you get 'shacked up' with your boyfriend, you should try to do it on the weekend. Then you won't have to worry about it interfering with your class work."
The class burst out laughing. "Okay, class, moving on…now where were we…"
Rory's cheeks glowed a bright red. She couldn't believe he'd done that in front of the whole class. He knew Rory; he knew she wouldn't do anything like that! He was acting so juvenile! Just because Lorelai decided that she couldn't be with him, probably saving him from a lot of future hurt, he had to take out his pain on Rory. Well, she was through with it. As soon as the class was over, she was going to go to the guidance office and request a class change. She couldn't handle his degrading remarks anymore, and her grade couldn't either. She was not about to let a teacher who was acting like a 2nd-grader interfere with her goal of going to Harvard.
As soon as the bell rang, Rory stood up from her desk, gathered her books and started to head out the door when she heard a voice calling her.
"Mary!!! Mary, wait up!!" Tristan called to her.
"What do you want now, Tristan? And for the last time, the name is RORY!!!"
"Sorry Ma-, I mean Rory. I just wanted to say that Medina was a jerk. You didn't deserve that. Although it would be interesting to find out what was making my little Ma-Rory daydream during class. Was it about me, Mary?" Tristan insinuated.
"Of course it was about you, Tristan." Rory said breathily. She took a pause, getting ready to rub her victory in his face. After all he started it. "I always dream about you during class."
"I knew it…" Tristan smirked. "So tell me, Ror, what exactly did this daydream consist of? You, me, my beach house in the Bahamas?"
'Ha', Rory thought. 'I've got him right where I want him'. "Actually, Tristan, I was thinking more about you, me, and a pair of extremely dull hedge clippers…See ya around, Tristan." After that she gave Tristan a smile, reveling in the look of horror on his pretty face, and started on her way to the guidance office.
'What was that?' thought Tristan. ' My, Mary…I mean Rory…did she just threaten me??? But hey, forget that…she gave me a genuine smile…I'm moving up…YES!!!'. And with that, Tristan smiled and made his way through the hallways with a little spring in his step, the crowds parting for the hallowed King.