UNDERCOVER LOVERS
First Day
The next day, Rory made her way to West New York High School. (A/N: I have no clue about any high schools in NY, so I just made one up) She went through the process of registration and was given her class schedule. Since she was early, she decided to wander around a bit, to find her way around the school. First she went in search of her locker.
"Okay, I'm locker 139." She thought to herself. "And this is number… 6. Dammit."
"Need some help?" Came a voice from behind her. She spun around and found herself looking at a very pretty 17 year old girl. "You're new here, right?" The girl asked.
"Oh. Yeah." Rory said, blushing. "I just transferred."
"Louise Grant." The girl said.
"Rory Gilmore." Rory replied, shaking Louise's hand.
"Locker troubles?" Louise asked.
"Yeah. I can't seem to find mine." Rory blushed again.
"What's the number?"
"139."
"This way." Louise led her to her locker.
"Thanks."
"No problem. What's your first class?"
"Ummm…" Rory scrunched up her face. "Calculus."
"Me too. It's this way."
They walked off to class together. On their way, they were stopped by 2 more girls, a brunette and a red-head.
"Hey Lou." Said one of them, the brunette. "Who's the new girl?"
"Girls, this is Rory Gilmore. It's her first day. Rory, this is Madeline Lynn." Louise gestured to the brunette. "And this is Francie Jarvis." She gestured to the red-head. The girls made their way to class, which was very uneventful, except for the first 5 minutes, in which Mrs. Jackson, the teacher, made Rory introduce herself to the class.
"Class. This is Rory Gilmore. She's new here." She turned to Rory. "Would you like to say a few words?"
Rory blushed. "Ummm, okay. I'm Rory Gilmore. I transferred here from Star's Hollow High in Star's Hollow Connecticut, which is just near Hartford, and, ummm, I don't really know what else to…" She trailed off, because at that moment, a gorgeous guy walked into the room.
"Well well. Mr. DuGrey. How nice of you to join us." The guy's eyes never left Rory as he found his seat. "Rory, you can sit down now."
Rory had found her seat, directly in front of 'Mr. DuGrey's' and she made her way through the rest of calculus, knowing the gorgeous guy was sitting behind her.
Rory also had her next class, English Lit, with Louise, Madeline and Francie. The three other girls sat directly in the front of the class, which made Rory curious, since they had sat in the very back during calculus. But she thought nothing else of it. She sat next to Louise. Rory's curiosity as to why they were sitting in the front was answered when the teacher walked in. He was a gorgeous man, no older then in his mid to late 20s, with dark brown hair and brown eyes.
"Okay class, settle down." He looked around the room. "I see we have a new student. I'm Jess. Mariano. The school doesn't like it when you guys just call me Jess."
Rory was looking at the man. "I'm Rory Gilmore. I guess its okay for you to call me just Rory though." She heard the 3 girls snicker at her answer and she blushed.
Mr. Mariano just smiled. "Okay then. Today we're covering Hemmingway. One of my favourite authors…"
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At lunch, Rory sat with Louise, Madeline, and Francie. They were obviously the popular girls in school, and they were including Rory quite nicely. Suddenly Rory felt someone sit down beside her.
"I don't think we've been properly introduced." A voice said.
Rory turned and smiled. "No we haven't."
"Tristan DuGrey." He held out his hand.
"Rory Gilmore." Rory shook it. 'Remember girl. He's only like 17/18…' she told herself.
"So listen, if you're not…" He started, but stopped when Rory said "Dammit!" She had spilled her chocolate milk all over her clothes.
"Don't worry hun. I have a skirt in my locker." Madeline said, and she and Rory took off to get it.
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Rory returned home to her apartment that night in a relatively good mood. Her first day had been pretty successful. She had made some new friends. The most popular clique in the school nonetheless. And she had an extremely good looking, perfect teacher for her favourite course, except for the fact that he liked Hemmingway, and she had almost been asked out on a date.
'Dammit!' she told herself. 'If it wasn't for that stupid chocolate milk…but wait. Tristan's only like 18, so maybe it's a good thing...'
She decided she had to call someone to help her figure this out.
(R=Rory, L=Lorelai)
Rrrring.
L: "Hello. You've reached Lorelai Gilmore at the Crap Shack. If this is Brad Pitt, come on over. I'm waiting. If this is…"
R: "Mom. It's me."
L: "Oh, hey babe. You didn't even let me finish my introduction."
R: "Sorry. Wanna continue?"
L: "Nah. I lost my train of thought."
R: "Did you even have one to begin with?"
L: "Evil child."
R: "Yeah yeah. So how's good ol' Star's Hollow doing?"
L: "It's still insanely small. How's NY? Is that hunky boss of yours still there?"
R: "Yes Luke's still there mom."
L: "I never said Luke…"
R: "Well it's either him or Taylor, and I'm assuming since…"
L (cutting her off):"…So, what's up babe?"
R: "I have a dilemma."
L: "Ummm black"
R: "Mom, I haven't even told you my problem."
L: "Red?"
R: "Mom, this isn't Alias. I'm not forcing some sleazy guy to choose which lingerie I'm wearing."
L: "Dammit. Cause that guy from Alias is pretty damn hot…"
R: "Mom. Please forget about Michael Vartan for a second."
L (pouting): "But…"
R: "Mother…"
L: "Fine. But it better be juicy."
R: "Okay, well I'm doing an undercover feature…"
L (cutting her off in excitement): "Really? Babe. Your first piece. Congratulations! Where are you undercover?"
R (smiling): "Thanks. I'm posing as a high school student to learn about today's teens."
L: "So cool. That dumbass Taylor actually has a purpose!"
R (Smiling): "So anyways, today was my first day. And it went great. I made friends with the popular crowd, and there's this guy…"
L: "Always a guy…"
R: "Yeah. So anyways, he's really cute.
L: "How cute?"
R: "Cute doesn't begin to describe how good looking he is."
L: "That cute, huh?"
R: "Yeah. And I think he likes me, because he started to ask me out, but then the chocolate milk happened…"
L (interrupting): "Chocolate milk?"
R (Sighing): "I accidentally spilled chocolate milk allover my jeans."
L: "Please not the…"
R (finishing her statement): Blue ones with the pink belt and lace-up thingies? Yeah."
L: "NOOOOO!"
R: "Mom, focus. The milk washed out."
L: "Okay. Good. Focusing now."
R: "Right. But here's the problem. He's 18."
L: "Oh. Oh!"
R: "So that's my problem."
L: "Hmmm. Well, it's not illegal, and since you're posing as an 18 year old…"
R: "But mom, morally…"
L: "Pshh. Morals. What are those?"
R: "I knew I should have figured this out on my own."
L: "Yeah. So how was the rest of your day?"
R (happily): Well, my English Lit class is really cool. The teacher is some really young hot, extremely godlike gorgeous guy, who's really nice, and hot, and…"
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A/N: That's where I'll leave it at for today. Hope you're enjoying it!
