Author's note: I posted a new chapter, got bored, and now I'm writing this chapter, hopefully there will be at least six chapters before next Monday.
Disclaimer: I don't own GG, although I can see how you made that mistake.
Rating: PG-13
Chapter four: The consequences of going to Luke's after the bet was finalized part 2
Shane?
Shane?
Shane?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Jess is confused.
Mom is confused.
Luke walked back into the room, and now he's confused.
I am really confused.
Two really annoying blondes entering a diner in less than ten minutes. What are the odds, right?
But the question on everyone's mind is…what the hell is she doing here?
Why?
Why?
Why?
And then…she has the nerve to give everyone a once over, walk over to the counter and ask for a soda, not to go. She is going to sit in the diner, and drink her soda. She better not slurp. She is going to have to chug that to keep me from strangling her.
"Can't we all just go upstairs and hide?" I asked Jess, quietly.
He smiled slightly, and seated me on a stool.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"The bathroom is calling my name." He replied, before heading toward the little boy's room.
No.
No.
No.
No way!
He has the nerve to sit me three stools away from his ex-fling and then leave because nature was making a long-distance call to his pants, well, fine.
"Rory, let's go." Mom said, suddenly.
"But, Mom…I have to wait for Jess." I replied.
"Believe me, he'll understand." Mom said.
"Okay…bye Luke – " At that moment Jess re-entered the diner. "Bye Jess."
"Wait, you're going." Is this the Jess I know? But…ah, I get this little game of his. Being all lovey dovey to get Shane jealous, why? Um, oh yeah, because it's Shane.
"Yeah, but I'll call you, okay." I said, equally sickening.
"Okay." Jess replied, reluctantly.
Then we kissed. Like we would normally kiss if there weren't a room full of people staring at us.
Oh, it's fun making people jealous.
I added another bye, as I followed Mom to the door.
We left, and Jess unnoticeably waved at me, I smiled and waved back.
"So," Mom said, "Are you okay?"
"What?"
"Before…back then…Jess's ex…you…in the same room." Mom replied.
"Sure." I said.
"Well, I think you handled it with incredible maturity." Mom continued.
"That whole kissing thing?" I asked.
"Yeah." She replied.
"You're so lying." I said.
A few minutes later we arrived home to find a stack of letters on our front porch.
"I'll get them." I called out.
"Okay, but remember to burn the bills." Mom replied.
"I never forget." I called back.
Bill. Bill. Bill. Library fine. Jeez, Mom. Bill. Bill – Harvard, Yale, Princeton, they're here.
"They're here!" I screamed.
"Rory, honey, what are here?"
"My college acceptance letters." I replied.
"Well, open them." Mom screamed, walking out onto the porch.
I knew I didn't want to find out if I got accepted into Harvard or Yale on the porch, but I didn't care. I scrambled to open the Harvard letter, which was very classy.
"Dear Miss Gilmore,
We are writing this letter to inform you that you …."