Authors note- Thank you for the reviews again! I love writing these fics and it is great to receive such positive feedback. Also I don't know cars so I don't know if mustangs are still cool or not but in this story they are the coolest cars around. Also they are in their junior year, both 16 about to turn 17.

Chapter 3- Hunter

~For the crown you've placed upon my head feels too heavy now

and I don't know what to say to you but I'll smile anyhow

and all the time I'm thinking, thinking

I want to be a hunter again

I want to see the world alone again

to take a chance on life again

so let me go~

Hunter- Dido

I sighed, the rugged day that had wiped all the energy out of me was over, the locker door providing temporary relief to my head as I pounded it on the door softly.

"That good huh?" Tristan asked, coming up behind me.

"Yea, that good," I said, grabbing my backpack from off the floor and standing up strait.

"Would you like a ride home? I got the Mustang." He said tempting me as he swung the keys in front of my face. I couldn't desert Jess on our first day though, as good as it sounded.

"Sorry I can't Jess is giving me a ride everyday so we don't have to pay bus toll." I said, apologetically.

"Do you do anything without him?" Tristan spurt angrily. A shocked look cast over my face and a panic stricken on his as I took my hand and slapped it across his face. That conceded asshole! In a huff, I picked up my bag and ran out, a word lost Tristan sinking to the floor behind me.

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"What took you so long?" Jess cried, exasperated as I ran to his car and slung my back in.

"Long story," I muttered, climbing in the front seat.

"Apparently, I have been waiting for twenty minutes." He added, the engine starting up.

"Sorry master and commander." I replied obediently, snapping my seatbelt in with an extra loud click.

"I didn't mean it like that---"Jess started.

"I know you were concerned." I put in, giving him a grin.

"Well you know my cuticles might bake if I sit in that hot dreadful sun too long." He said, using a granny accent.

"You were concerned." I repeated as Jess turned bright red. I laughed at this, pointing in an over obvious manner.

I finally died down as I saw Jess pull out a pack of cigarettes and light one, as we got on the interstate.

"Jess." I wined, trying to pull it out of his mouth. He laughed, swatting my hand away. I pouted as he continued to inhale the harmful substance.

He butted the end and stuffed it in the bottom of his, surprisingly, clean ashtray.

"That was for laughing at Me." he reminded me.

"That took seven minutes off your life." I added.

"You had to breathe in second hand smoke though, more dangerous for you." He said, giving me a matter-of-fact look.

"Fine then seven minutes off both of our lives," I concluded, giving in.

"Ok then." He declared, turning up the radio and all conversation was lost.

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"Rory," my mom screamed, jumping off the stool with her coffee in hand.

"Mom," I cried, running to her. She gave me a slight hug trying to force a cup of coffee in my hand at the same time.

"Weird," Jess called as he passed me receiving a thump on the head and an evil glare. He crossed his eyes at me and headed back to his room.

"So how did you do with all those really smart people?" she asked, motioning for me to sit down.

"I was fine, some of them were well interesting but other than that fairly normal." I replied, looking at her over the rim of my coffee cup.

"Did you meet any hot ones?" she asked.

"Maybe," I replied, killing her with innocence.

"Rory, I am your mother! You need to tell me these things." She reminded me, grabbing a stale donut off the plate.

"Weren't those there this morning?" I asked.

"Maybe, I don't remember." She said, shrugging her shoulders slightly. I had gotten her off the topic but not for long I knew.

"Grandma wants you to call her." My mom said, handing me a quarter.

I got up and headed over to the phone, dialing the numbers with slight stiff fingers.

"Hello?" my grandmother asked in her calm rational way.

"Hey grandma, it's Rory." I said even though I am the only grandkid.

"Hello dear, how was your first day?" she asked expectantly.

"It was pretty good, I met some new friends." I said, lying through my teeth.

"I hope that boy didn't drive too fast, I swear Rory I thought he was a druggie when I first saw him." she said, worried.

"It was fine grandma, he's a nice and clean boy so you shouldn't worry," I reminded her, taking out the part of his smoking.

"I hope you are right well I am sure you have homework so I will talk to you Friday. Goodbye." She said, hanging up. I clicked the hook back in and grabbed my backpack off the stool.

"I'm going up to study with Jess," I said, giving my mom a quick hug and heading down to Jess's room.

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"Ok so after the blood flows through the right atrium it heads through the tricuspid valve right?" Jess asked, tucking his bare feet underneath his knees. The constant tapping of pencils and clicks of calculators were the only sounds to be heard on that sunny Monday afternoon.

"Yea, then through the right ventricle and the pulmonary veins," I added, closing my calculus book.

"You're already done?" Jess asked in bewilderment.

"Yea, how close are you." I asked, stretching my arms up.

"I got to finish up this sheet and then I am done." He replied, penciling in an answer.

"Ok well hurry up because I am hungry." I said, looking down at my arms and the numbers 6:30 flashing back up at me.

"One more problem Rory, patience," He remarked, penciling something else in.

"Ok let's go," he said, standing up.

"Finally," I muttered, walking out the door.

"That was good," I commented as we got back from Al's.

"Mhmmm," Jess said absentmindedly.

"Yea and Tristan is so hott," I added.

"Mhmm," Jess repeated day dreamingly.

"What the hell?" Jess asked after he had snapped out of his funk.

"I'm glad I got that on tape so what's on your mind Jess?" I asked.

"You little devil," he cried.

"Learned it all from you," I mocked.

"Go to hell," he said.

"Right behind you," I said sugary sweet.

"That was a diss to you," he said, giving me a funny look.

"Sort of but it was a diss to you more," I said.

"You are a whinny baby,"

"You need a diaper change,"

"Poo on you then," he said triumphantly.

"No thanks," I replied, "but seriously tell me what's on your mind." I pestered.

"I don't know if Chilton is the best place for me," he finally said.

"It's only the first day," I reminded him.

"For the rest of my life." he added.

"Give it a chance," I said.

"Only for you," he said.

"Ten dollars if you wait another week to make your decision." I bet.

"Make it twenty and you got yourself a deal Gilmore." He said and we shook on it.

Author's note 2-This chapter was to give you an idea about Jess and Rory's relationship. The next chapter will be another school day :)

Plz review~ icancu