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A/N-Sorry it has been so long since my last update. I'm in the process of moving and have no computer at the moment. I'm using the one at my dad's for this chapter. Can't guarantee when the next will be, but I hope it's soon. Anyway, thanks for being patient. I hope it was worth the wait.
-Chapter 5-
Shane looked across the table at Jess, "This is the first time I've ever talked to any of your friends." She turned her attention to Rory and her smile quickly faded. "You're the freak."
"Yeah," Rory agreed with a nod, " And you're the girl with a limited vocabulary."
As she opened her mouth to say something, Jess cut her off. "Now, now ladies, let's not fight."
Rory shot Shane a sidelong glance. "We're not fighting."
Jess only nodded, before gazing at the book on the table. "U.S. History. Reading this for fun?"
"Who would read that for fun? It's about a bunch of dead people. And not even interesting dead people, just boring dead people."
Three pairs of eyes turned to look at her. "I was being sarcastic."
Giving a quick smile, she replied. "I knew that."
Rory rolled her eyes, as Paris addressed Jess. "Big test tomorrow. We're supposed to be studying, but you can't argue with a Gilmore's stomach. I sometimes think food is the most important thing in her life."
"Close. Coffee ranks just a notch above it."
"And what about your future Rory?" Paris asked. "Where does that land on your priority list?"
"Hmmm.Fifth. Maybe."
"Fifth? What ranks below coffee and food, but above your future?"
"Well, coming in at number three is my mom, and four is my books." Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Shane frown. "What?" "Books? Parents? I can't believe those are your priorities. What about things like boys and parties?"
"They're not important to her." Jess replied.
Rory's gaze flew to him. "I never said that."
"Not in so many words." Jess agreed.
She countered him, "Not in any words. Just because I'm not some bleached blonde, dim-witted, tramp like her," she jutted her thumb towards Shane, "doesn't mean I don't know how to have fun." As soon as the words left her mouth, she blushed. After a few silent moments, she grinned sheepishly. "Oh God, did I just say that out loud?"
"Loud and clear." Paris confirmed. "I must say, I didn't know you had it in you."
Shane, however, was more upset than proud. "My hair is not bleached!" She exclaimed. Rory snorted loudly.
"Yes, it is." Jess said.
Glaring at him a moment first, she declared, "Well, it's not like there's anything wrong with dying your hair."
"Never said there was," Rory answered, suddenly not caring about being nice or considerate to Shane anymore. "I only meant that if I were ever to color my hair, I would at least make sure I had a good dye job. I mean really, did you do that yourself or did you simply let a blind man experiment on your head?" Leaning forward, she propped her chin on her hand.
"I had it professionally done, thank-you very much."
"Then I would sue if I were you, cause that is not worth the 50 cents you paid."
"Who are you to talk about hair? Yours is all mousy and didn't you buy purple hair coloring?"
"For my friend, and at least this is my natural color. I'm not fake."
"It's hair, you freak." By now, she had turned completely in her chair to face Rory. "Besides, Jess likes it." She smiled across the table at him. "He has no complaints."
Rory frowned. "What's your point? If you even have one."
Shane looked at her with fake pity. "I've seen to the way you look at him. All starry eyed and stuff. It's pathetic really. Why would Jess want an inexperienced little girl like you when he could have me?"
"Shane." Jess started, but she ignored him.
"Me and Jess went further on our first date then you'll ever go with him or anyone else for that matter."
"Jess and I." Paris corrected.
"What?" She asked, but changed her mind. "Never mind. What I'm trying to say is, Jess doesn't want you, freak. He never has and he never will."
Rory felt the tears well up in her eyes, but she refused to let the other girl see her cry. "I don't care what you and Jess have. It's only because you're easy." Unable to be in the same room with Jess and Shane any longer, Rory stood and grabbed her coat. "Come on Paris, let's go." She stormed out the door, without looking back.
She was almost at the end of the block when she realized Paris wasn't following. She didn't care though. All she really wanted was to be alone. Sniffling back the tears, she made her way to the bridge. When she reached it, she sank down and cried. This was becoming all too familiar to her. It hadn't even been a week ago that she was sitting in this exact same spot, crying over Jess. The bridge creaked behind her and she waited for her visitor to speak.
"I figured you'd come here." His voice was soft, but seemed to boom in the silence of the night.
Roughly, she wiped the tears from her eyes. "Go away." When her voice came out as no more than a whisper, she repeated herself. "Go away, I don't want to talk to you, Jess. Just leave me alone."
Jess was silent for a moment, but then sat down a short distance away from her. "Sorry, Rory, but I'm not going anywhere."
A/N-Sorry it has been so long since my last update. I'm in the process of moving and have no computer at the moment. I'm using the one at my dad's for this chapter. Can't guarantee when the next will be, but I hope it's soon. Anyway, thanks for being patient. I hope it was worth the wait.
-Chapter 5-
Shane looked across the table at Jess, "This is the first time I've ever talked to any of your friends." She turned her attention to Rory and her smile quickly faded. "You're the freak."
"Yeah," Rory agreed with a nod, " And you're the girl with a limited vocabulary."
As she opened her mouth to say something, Jess cut her off. "Now, now ladies, let's not fight."
Rory shot Shane a sidelong glance. "We're not fighting."
Jess only nodded, before gazing at the book on the table. "U.S. History. Reading this for fun?"
"Who would read that for fun? It's about a bunch of dead people. And not even interesting dead people, just boring dead people."
Three pairs of eyes turned to look at her. "I was being sarcastic."
Giving a quick smile, she replied. "I knew that."
Rory rolled her eyes, as Paris addressed Jess. "Big test tomorrow. We're supposed to be studying, but you can't argue with a Gilmore's stomach. I sometimes think food is the most important thing in her life."
"Close. Coffee ranks just a notch above it."
"And what about your future Rory?" Paris asked. "Where does that land on your priority list?"
"Hmmm.Fifth. Maybe."
"Fifth? What ranks below coffee and food, but above your future?"
"Well, coming in at number three is my mom, and four is my books." Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Shane frown. "What?" "Books? Parents? I can't believe those are your priorities. What about things like boys and parties?"
"They're not important to her." Jess replied.
Rory's gaze flew to him. "I never said that."
"Not in so many words." Jess agreed.
She countered him, "Not in any words. Just because I'm not some bleached blonde, dim-witted, tramp like her," she jutted her thumb towards Shane, "doesn't mean I don't know how to have fun." As soon as the words left her mouth, she blushed. After a few silent moments, she grinned sheepishly. "Oh God, did I just say that out loud?"
"Loud and clear." Paris confirmed. "I must say, I didn't know you had it in you."
Shane, however, was more upset than proud. "My hair is not bleached!" She exclaimed. Rory snorted loudly.
"Yes, it is." Jess said.
Glaring at him a moment first, she declared, "Well, it's not like there's anything wrong with dying your hair."
"Never said there was," Rory answered, suddenly not caring about being nice or considerate to Shane anymore. "I only meant that if I were ever to color my hair, I would at least make sure I had a good dye job. I mean really, did you do that yourself or did you simply let a blind man experiment on your head?" Leaning forward, she propped her chin on her hand.
"I had it professionally done, thank-you very much."
"Then I would sue if I were you, cause that is not worth the 50 cents you paid."
"Who are you to talk about hair? Yours is all mousy and didn't you buy purple hair coloring?"
"For my friend, and at least this is my natural color. I'm not fake."
"It's hair, you freak." By now, she had turned completely in her chair to face Rory. "Besides, Jess likes it." She smiled across the table at him. "He has no complaints."
Rory frowned. "What's your point? If you even have one."
Shane looked at her with fake pity. "I've seen to the way you look at him. All starry eyed and stuff. It's pathetic really. Why would Jess want an inexperienced little girl like you when he could have me?"
"Shane." Jess started, but she ignored him.
"Me and Jess went further on our first date then you'll ever go with him or anyone else for that matter."
"Jess and I." Paris corrected.
"What?" She asked, but changed her mind. "Never mind. What I'm trying to say is, Jess doesn't want you, freak. He never has and he never will."
Rory felt the tears well up in her eyes, but she refused to let the other girl see her cry. "I don't care what you and Jess have. It's only because you're easy." Unable to be in the same room with Jess and Shane any longer, Rory stood and grabbed her coat. "Come on Paris, let's go." She stormed out the door, without looking back.
She was almost at the end of the block when she realized Paris wasn't following. She didn't care though. All she really wanted was to be alone. Sniffling back the tears, she made her way to the bridge. When she reached it, she sank down and cried. This was becoming all too familiar to her. It hadn't even been a week ago that she was sitting in this exact same spot, crying over Jess. The bridge creaked behind her and she waited for her visitor to speak.
"I figured you'd come here." His voice was soft, but seemed to boom in the silence of the night.
Roughly, she wiped the tears from her eyes. "Go away." When her voice came out as no more than a whisper, she repeated herself. "Go away, I don't want to talk to you, Jess. Just leave me alone."
Jess was silent for a moment, but then sat down a short distance away from her. "Sorry, Rory, but I'm not going anywhere."
