1 Part Two
The devil take hair care, Rory thought glumly as she settled into her bus seat for Hartford. Without Sara to plait her hair, she did not know how to braid it, so she finally left it down for lack of anything else to do with it.
The other night, after Luke and her had finished setting up the room so it was livable and his promise, after seeing her boxes of books, to build her some bookcases, she promptly retired. The next morning, however, she found herself to be awoken, not by a well-meaning maid, but by jumping seven and nine year olds. They were otherwise known as her half sister Keely and her half brother Ramsay. She preferred the maid.
Rory shifted restlessly, wondering once more why her grandparents couldn't have left her custody to her father, Christopher. Her father, having meet him on several different occasions, she had a semblance of a relationship with. Lorelai Gilmore, she did not. Perhaps that's why they did it. Or perhaps they were feeling guilty about taking her away from Lorelai all those years ago and thought to make it up to their daughter in their death.
Her thoughts, thankfully, came to an end as the bus stopped in front of Chilton. Readjusting the strap of her bag as she stood, Rory mentally prepared herself for the new school.
*****
"Welcome to Chilton," A suave sounding voice came from beside her, causing Rory to sigh.
"Dear Lord what did I ever do to deserve being greeted by the King of Idiots?" She muttered loud enough for him to understand every word said while she rolled her eyes heavenward. Before turning to meet the newcomer she closed her locker and found herself staring at a blonde male, who was leaning arrogantly against the wall.
"While I do enjoy being referred to a King," He told her. "I do also go by the name Tristan DuGrey."
Rory offered a thin smile before starting her trek down the hall. "Your parents must be proud."
Tristan grinned as he followed her, "Oh but they are. Don't you know that Tristan means handsome and intelligent?"
"I would have guessed dumb and stupid," She threw back at him. "Especially since Tristan is from the Celtic name Tristram, which means sad. Just goes to show you how your parents felt about your arrival in this world."
"Really? Then what does Rory mean?"
"The great, red King, actually," She replied. "It's Gaelic. But my real name is Teutonic, Lorelai, and means destruction."
"Do you spend all your free time reading about the meanings of baby names or something?"
Rory grinned, "No actually, when I was younger I never knew what to name my dolls, so my grandma me a baby name book, and I studied it. I named my dolls according to what I perceived their personality to be. I was six, I was weird, and the information stuck." She shrugged, "Go figure."
Tristan held an amused look in his eye, "So I was thinking…Rory…Lorelai, Red King, whichever you'd prefer to be called—"
"Rory."
"Rory, since you are new and all, and I'm not," Tristan began, throwing an arm over her shoulder. "I was wondering if you'd like to take some time with me so I can introduce you to each of the studies and help you get caught up."
She arched a dubious eyebrow. "You mean you actually go to class?"
"Frequently."
Rory shrugged, "I don't live in Hartford." She sighed. "I live in Stars Hollow and am presently carless."
"I have a car," Tristan told her. "What do you say, Hayden?"
She ducked; leaving the hold his arm had her in. "May as well live up to my name."
"Which one is that?" He inquired.
Rory just winked at him. "Meet me out front after school and I'll give you my address."
"Yes, ma'am," Tristan mock saluted her before disappearing into the crowd.
Rory smiled softly to herself, oh yes she'd live up to her name all right…
The devil take hair care, Rory thought glumly as she settled into her bus seat for Hartford. Without Sara to plait her hair, she did not know how to braid it, so she finally left it down for lack of anything else to do with it.
The other night, after Luke and her had finished setting up the room so it was livable and his promise, after seeing her boxes of books, to build her some bookcases, she promptly retired. The next morning, however, she found herself to be awoken, not by a well-meaning maid, but by jumping seven and nine year olds. They were otherwise known as her half sister Keely and her half brother Ramsay. She preferred the maid.
Rory shifted restlessly, wondering once more why her grandparents couldn't have left her custody to her father, Christopher. Her father, having meet him on several different occasions, she had a semblance of a relationship with. Lorelai Gilmore, she did not. Perhaps that's why they did it. Or perhaps they were feeling guilty about taking her away from Lorelai all those years ago and thought to make it up to their daughter in their death.
Her thoughts, thankfully, came to an end as the bus stopped in front of Chilton. Readjusting the strap of her bag as she stood, Rory mentally prepared herself for the new school.
*****
"Welcome to Chilton," A suave sounding voice came from beside her, causing Rory to sigh.
"Dear Lord what did I ever do to deserve being greeted by the King of Idiots?" She muttered loud enough for him to understand every word said while she rolled her eyes heavenward. Before turning to meet the newcomer she closed her locker and found herself staring at a blonde male, who was leaning arrogantly against the wall.
"While I do enjoy being referred to a King," He told her. "I do also go by the name Tristan DuGrey."
Rory offered a thin smile before starting her trek down the hall. "Your parents must be proud."
Tristan grinned as he followed her, "Oh but they are. Don't you know that Tristan means handsome and intelligent?"
"I would have guessed dumb and stupid," She threw back at him. "Especially since Tristan is from the Celtic name Tristram, which means sad. Just goes to show you how your parents felt about your arrival in this world."
"Really? Then what does Rory mean?"
"The great, red King, actually," She replied. "It's Gaelic. But my real name is Teutonic, Lorelai, and means destruction."
"Do you spend all your free time reading about the meanings of baby names or something?"
Rory grinned, "No actually, when I was younger I never knew what to name my dolls, so my grandma me a baby name book, and I studied it. I named my dolls according to what I perceived their personality to be. I was six, I was weird, and the information stuck." She shrugged, "Go figure."
Tristan held an amused look in his eye, "So I was thinking…Rory…Lorelai, Red King, whichever you'd prefer to be called—"
"Rory."
"Rory, since you are new and all, and I'm not," Tristan began, throwing an arm over her shoulder. "I was wondering if you'd like to take some time with me so I can introduce you to each of the studies and help you get caught up."
She arched a dubious eyebrow. "You mean you actually go to class?"
"Frequently."
Rory shrugged, "I don't live in Hartford." She sighed. "I live in Stars Hollow and am presently carless."
"I have a car," Tristan told her. "What do you say, Hayden?"
She ducked; leaving the hold his arm had her in. "May as well live up to my name."
"Which one is that?" He inquired.
Rory just winked at him. "Meet me out front after school and I'll give you my address."
"Yes, ma'am," Tristan mock saluted her before disappearing into the crowd.
Rory smiled softly to herself, oh yes she'd live up to her name all right…