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Not So Simple Anymore
Chapter 18: Facing the music
Rory let out a sigh as she entered her house. It had been one long party for her, and she frowned she hadn't wanted to run but the next thing she knew she had been outside staring at the stupid picture, Tristan.well sometimes he would change so often that she never knew what Tristan she would be meeting with. Nice Tristan, Mean Tristan, No love Tristan and ever Tristan who hates the world. She headed into the kitchen planning to make coffee and contemplate her love life when she arrived at the table and caught an envelope peeking out with the Chilton return address in the corner. She pulled it from the pile and sat down staring at it. It was addressed to Lorelai Leigh Gilmore III, which was odd. Why would Chilton be sending her a letter? Regardless of her worries she ripped it open and began to read.
Dear Miss Gilmore, As you know at the end of every school year we hold a poll for nominations of our homecoming king and queen. In an overwhelming majority you and two other females have been nominated for homecoming queen! Congrats on such a wonderful achievement hope to see you the first day of school. Best of luck, Headmaster Charleston
The nominees:
Summer Abbott
Lorelai Gilmore
Emma Smith
James Baldwin
Tristan DuGrey
Steven Macintosh
"You can't be serious!" Rory said aloud the despair in her voice was evident. It was bad enough worrying about seeing Tristan during school but now this? Sighing she went into her room un-strapping her high heeled sandals and throwing them across the room. Landing soundly on the carpet with a thump in the closet. This year was going to be interesting that's for sure.
One week later:
"Where's my Chilton Skirt!" Rory yelled to Lorelai from the living room.
"Isn't it on your bed?"
"No!" Rory let out a scream of frustration before she began to roll off the couch and fell onto the floor.
"Honey, you okay?" Lorelai asked standing on the stairs, Rory's plaid skirt in her hand.
"Fine," she mumbled while rubbing the back of her head.
"One more year of hell, babe!" called out Lorelai as Rory rushed out of the house and heading to the car while mumbling "Yeah ultimate hell," she hopped into her new car courtesy of her Grandparents in honor of her senior year. Driving quickly in about twenty-five minutes later she was pulling into her parking spot and was relieved to find that the spot next to her was empty. She was locking her car when a Porsche pulled up. She rolled her eyes at the boring car choice, figuring it was some rich kid. She glanced up at the guy who was stepping out of the car and she felt her heart get caught in her throat. Before he could even uttered a word she took off.
"I'm still in love with her," he muttered before gracing the halls of Chilton for one more year.
"Student Council meeting at three-fifteen," Paris told Rory as she shut her locker making her flyer of her nomination for homecoming queen fall to the ground.
"You're nominated?" Paris asked in surprise.
"Unfortunately yes," she grumbled. "That stinks, who are you going to go with?" Sighing Rory told Paris her dilemma.
"It's traditional for nominees to go with other nominees I can either go with James or Steven,"
"What about the third nominee?"
"He has a date," she lied not noticing they were walking past Tristan's own nomination flyer.
"It's Tristan," Paris said softly as Rory let out a strangled cry confirming Paris's assumption.
"You should ask him,"
"Need I remind you last time I checked he hated me,"
"For being so smart Gilmore you sure are dumb," Paris walked away from her heading to her class with Rory staring in bewilderment. She stepped into class to see the only seat left was right behind Tristan. Sighing she took her seat wanting to curl up and cry.wishing he was hers again.she wanted to hear their familiar banter and see him smile at her. But she had messed it up and nothing was going to fix it.
"There's a meeting at two today, okay?" she paused staring up at Tristan following his gaze to Rory walking down the hallway a sad expression on her face.
"You're still in love with her aren't you?"
"No, no I'm not," he replied lying through his teeth.
"Are you trying to convince me or yourself?"
"Both," he grunted.
"You should ask her to the dance," Paris suggested brightly.
"I'm going with Emma," he replied walking away from her. This was going to be harder than she had originally thought.
Rory spotted Steve in between classes. He wasn't bad looking with his brown hair and green eyes. He was nice to everyone, captain of both the football and hockey, not to mention quarterback. "Hey Steve!" she greeted a smile plastered on her face even though she felt like going home and crying her heart out.
"Rory," he replied in greeting.
"I was wondering if you wanted to go to homecoming with me?" (A/N: Chilton's homecoming is like the first weekend of September even though most are at the end or in October).
"Aren't you going with DuGrey?"
"No!" she yelped but then blushed nervously. "No, we broke up in June,"
"Oh, sorry," he apologized.
"So, do you want to go with me? I mean you don't have to or anything I understand but--,"
"I'll go with you," he said with a laugh.
"You will?" her eyes lit up as she jumped to hug him.
"Thank You!" she called walking into her seventh period class backwards crashing into Tristan.
"Sorry," she mumbled walking past him sitting between Paris and Emma. Accidentally, he sat next to her. It wouldn't have been a problem but it was a new teacher meaning in most cases she would have a 'get to know your neighbor' game.
"So, since I don't know any of you I want all of you to get into partners. Find out their name, favorite novel, favorite subject, favorite pastime, birthday and where they live," she paused and pointed to everyone's partners. To both Tristan and Rory's horror they were paired up.
"Let's get this over with," he said while Rory remained quiet.
"Well I know all of this about you so if you don't want to talk that's fine," he said angrily.
"Why are you acting like this?" she asked suddenly.
"Acting like what?"
"Like you hate me,"
"How do you want me to act? Like your best friend? I told you I was still in love with you and all you did was reject me so how the hell should I act Rory?"
"I don't know," she replied nearly in tears.
"I'm sorry I kissed Jess! Okay? I'm sorry I can't be your girlfriend right now. I'm still in love with you too but I'm scared. Scared that you'll dump me again and break my heart again!" she shouted, the whole class was silent surprised at Rory's outburst. She quickly ran out of class mumbling an apology to the teacher and made a mad dash to her locker. Hurrying down the hall she couldn't believe what she had just done.
"Rory, wait!" she ignored his calls as she struggled to open her locker. Tears blurred her vision and she broke down sobs echoing in the hall. All the emotions she had kept in check all summer were released.
"Hey, hey it's okay," Tristan, whispered pulling her into his arms while she kept on crying.
"I'm sorry, Rory," he murmured, making her face the realization that she was still head over heels in love with him.
"I didn't mean to do that in the middle of class," Rory said softly being in his arms was so right-yet so wrong.
"I'm going to the dance with Steve," she told him quickly pulling out of his arms, like a band-aid-get it over with fast and quick.
"I'm going with Emma," he said sadly and she nodded.
"I'm really sorry," he apologized again quietly as he headed back to class, alone. Rory leaned against her locker as she watched him walk away. Brushing the tears away from her face she wished that she hadn't been so stupid at the party by rejecting him how come she just couldn't follow her heart and not listen to logic in her brain? Silently she headed back to class as well, the only sound of the clicking of her saddle shoes, alone as well.
Not So Simple Anymore
Chapter 18: Facing the music
Rory let out a sigh as she entered her house. It had been one long party for her, and she frowned she hadn't wanted to run but the next thing she knew she had been outside staring at the stupid picture, Tristan.well sometimes he would change so often that she never knew what Tristan she would be meeting with. Nice Tristan, Mean Tristan, No love Tristan and ever Tristan who hates the world. She headed into the kitchen planning to make coffee and contemplate her love life when she arrived at the table and caught an envelope peeking out with the Chilton return address in the corner. She pulled it from the pile and sat down staring at it. It was addressed to Lorelai Leigh Gilmore III, which was odd. Why would Chilton be sending her a letter? Regardless of her worries she ripped it open and began to read.
Dear Miss Gilmore, As you know at the end of every school year we hold a poll for nominations of our homecoming king and queen. In an overwhelming majority you and two other females have been nominated for homecoming queen! Congrats on such a wonderful achievement hope to see you the first day of school. Best of luck, Headmaster Charleston
The nominees:
Summer Abbott
Lorelai Gilmore
Emma Smith
James Baldwin
Tristan DuGrey
Steven Macintosh
"You can't be serious!" Rory said aloud the despair in her voice was evident. It was bad enough worrying about seeing Tristan during school but now this? Sighing she went into her room un-strapping her high heeled sandals and throwing them across the room. Landing soundly on the carpet with a thump in the closet. This year was going to be interesting that's for sure.
One week later:
"Where's my Chilton Skirt!" Rory yelled to Lorelai from the living room.
"Isn't it on your bed?"
"No!" Rory let out a scream of frustration before she began to roll off the couch and fell onto the floor.
"Honey, you okay?" Lorelai asked standing on the stairs, Rory's plaid skirt in her hand.
"Fine," she mumbled while rubbing the back of her head.
"One more year of hell, babe!" called out Lorelai as Rory rushed out of the house and heading to the car while mumbling "Yeah ultimate hell," she hopped into her new car courtesy of her Grandparents in honor of her senior year. Driving quickly in about twenty-five minutes later she was pulling into her parking spot and was relieved to find that the spot next to her was empty. She was locking her car when a Porsche pulled up. She rolled her eyes at the boring car choice, figuring it was some rich kid. She glanced up at the guy who was stepping out of the car and she felt her heart get caught in her throat. Before he could even uttered a word she took off.
"I'm still in love with her," he muttered before gracing the halls of Chilton for one more year.
"Student Council meeting at three-fifteen," Paris told Rory as she shut her locker making her flyer of her nomination for homecoming queen fall to the ground.
"You're nominated?" Paris asked in surprise.
"Unfortunately yes," she grumbled. "That stinks, who are you going to go with?" Sighing Rory told Paris her dilemma.
"It's traditional for nominees to go with other nominees I can either go with James or Steven,"
"What about the third nominee?"
"He has a date," she lied not noticing they were walking past Tristan's own nomination flyer.
"It's Tristan," Paris said softly as Rory let out a strangled cry confirming Paris's assumption.
"You should ask him,"
"Need I remind you last time I checked he hated me,"
"For being so smart Gilmore you sure are dumb," Paris walked away from her heading to her class with Rory staring in bewilderment. She stepped into class to see the only seat left was right behind Tristan. Sighing she took her seat wanting to curl up and cry.wishing he was hers again.she wanted to hear their familiar banter and see him smile at her. But she had messed it up and nothing was going to fix it.
"There's a meeting at two today, okay?" she paused staring up at Tristan following his gaze to Rory walking down the hallway a sad expression on her face.
"You're still in love with her aren't you?"
"No, no I'm not," he replied lying through his teeth.
"Are you trying to convince me or yourself?"
"Both," he grunted.
"You should ask her to the dance," Paris suggested brightly.
"I'm going with Emma," he replied walking away from her. This was going to be harder than she had originally thought.
Rory spotted Steve in between classes. He wasn't bad looking with his brown hair and green eyes. He was nice to everyone, captain of both the football and hockey, not to mention quarterback. "Hey Steve!" she greeted a smile plastered on her face even though she felt like going home and crying her heart out.
"Rory," he replied in greeting.
"I was wondering if you wanted to go to homecoming with me?" (A/N: Chilton's homecoming is like the first weekend of September even though most are at the end or in October).
"Aren't you going with DuGrey?"
"No!" she yelped but then blushed nervously. "No, we broke up in June,"
"Oh, sorry," he apologized.
"So, do you want to go with me? I mean you don't have to or anything I understand but--,"
"I'll go with you," he said with a laugh.
"You will?" her eyes lit up as she jumped to hug him.
"Thank You!" she called walking into her seventh period class backwards crashing into Tristan.
"Sorry," she mumbled walking past him sitting between Paris and Emma. Accidentally, he sat next to her. It wouldn't have been a problem but it was a new teacher meaning in most cases she would have a 'get to know your neighbor' game.
"So, since I don't know any of you I want all of you to get into partners. Find out their name, favorite novel, favorite subject, favorite pastime, birthday and where they live," she paused and pointed to everyone's partners. To both Tristan and Rory's horror they were paired up.
"Let's get this over with," he said while Rory remained quiet.
"Well I know all of this about you so if you don't want to talk that's fine," he said angrily.
"Why are you acting like this?" she asked suddenly.
"Acting like what?"
"Like you hate me,"
"How do you want me to act? Like your best friend? I told you I was still in love with you and all you did was reject me so how the hell should I act Rory?"
"I don't know," she replied nearly in tears.
"I'm sorry I kissed Jess! Okay? I'm sorry I can't be your girlfriend right now. I'm still in love with you too but I'm scared. Scared that you'll dump me again and break my heart again!" she shouted, the whole class was silent surprised at Rory's outburst. She quickly ran out of class mumbling an apology to the teacher and made a mad dash to her locker. Hurrying down the hall she couldn't believe what she had just done.
"Rory, wait!" she ignored his calls as she struggled to open her locker. Tears blurred her vision and she broke down sobs echoing in the hall. All the emotions she had kept in check all summer were released.
"Hey, hey it's okay," Tristan, whispered pulling her into his arms while she kept on crying.
"I'm sorry, Rory," he murmured, making her face the realization that she was still head over heels in love with him.
"I didn't mean to do that in the middle of class," Rory said softly being in his arms was so right-yet so wrong.
"I'm going to the dance with Steve," she told him quickly pulling out of his arms, like a band-aid-get it over with fast and quick.
"I'm going with Emma," he said sadly and she nodded.
"I'm really sorry," he apologized again quietly as he headed back to class, alone. Rory leaned against her locker as she watched him walk away. Brushing the tears away from her face she wished that she hadn't been so stupid at the party by rejecting him how come she just couldn't follow her heart and not listen to logic in her brain? Silently she headed back to class as well, the only sound of the clicking of her saddle shoes, alone as well.