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It was 7:45 and it was only the beginning of her class. She school regulated classes. She started with the seniors this time. Oh the seniors! Rory's eyes pounced around the room and watched the half assed lazy hooligans slouching, not even caring that they have a test that's being passed out and they didn't mind to study. Rory just shook her head as she passed the last set of tests.
"Eyes on your paper, or I gauge them out myself!...... Begin......" she sounded so restless, lifeless. You could definitely tell she was dead tired, but that didn't stop her from teaching the future of our great nation.
She opened her grade book and pulled out a stack of papers that needed to be graded, this was truly going to be a long day.
"Hey Mickey! Where's that burger for table 4?!" screamed Reanne through the tiny peephole leading to the kitchen.
"It ain't done yet!" Mickey yelled back.
Mickey was well into his forties and it didn't look like he was lovin' it.
Rea sighed and yelled, "Well get it done or we'll have an angry priest on our hands, and the last thing I need is a guilty conscience, or to be sent to hell."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," ol' Mickey muttered to himself.
Rea turned back to the sea of hungry chaos. She noticed a man in the far corner contemplating on what to get. She walked over to him. As she got closer, she thought she knew him from somewhere, she just couldn't tell where.
"What can I"- she stopped shortly, after she saw him whip his head towards her. Anger boiled beneath her skin, but who was she to get mad?
Jess recoiled as far away from Rea as he possibly could. Her anger didn't get the best of her though, in fact, she sat down at the table with him.
Jess scooted to the other side of the table and because of this, Rea laughed.
"I'm not gonna hurt you, there's too many witnesses," Rea said, she whispered the last part to give it a full effect. His eyes went big as his head shifted from one direction to another.
"Listen, if you really want to be with her, show her! Do something she'd never expect, you'd put yourself further into the race, so to speak," she said.
Jess nodded and Rea jotted something down on her pad of paper. She passed it to Jess and from this, she received a confused look from him.
"It's her home address, go find her," Rea soothingly said.
He nodded. His silence was either a sign of insecurity or a sign of anxiousness. She took it as both. He immediately stood from his place and jogged out the door. Jess walked to the tall building and braced himself. He took in a deep breath and ran his fingers lightly through his hair; the least he could do was to look presentable.
He walked into the building and up the elevator and to the door. He paused for about 2 minutes contemplating on the results that would accumulate from his spur of the moment decision to come.
He pushed all thoughts away and knocked on the door. Jess counted the seconds until the door opened.
1.......
2.......
3.......
Swoosh..... There in the doorway, stood a flustered looking young woman, who immediately shot death glares his way. His mind got the best of him as he darted away from them, as if they were real. From this, the woman raised an eyebrow.
Sam rushed her words, saying, "She's not home, go away!" all too fast and trying to slam the door.
He stuck his foot between the left space and said, "Please, I'm not here to make enemies,"
"Too late, good day!"
"But!"-
"I said good day!"
Jess started laughing and it was because of his laughter that Sam had opened the door further and gave him an annoyed look.
"Stop laughing!"
"Sorry (laughter) can't help it! (Laughter) You took that line from That 70's Show (laughter)."
"What's up with you and laughing at awkward moments?"
Calming down, Jess said, "So she told you what happened yesterday," nervously as he placed his hands in his pockets.
"Yes, she tells me everything!..... At least I hope she does...... Anyways, why are you here?!"
"Because....."
Annoyed, she motioned for him to continue.
"Because I thought she'd be here,"
"She works ya know! It's not like we live off of the money that grows on the trees!"
"Really, 'cause everybody else is doin' it, why not you?!" Jess sarcastically spat out.
"It's too much of a hassle!" Sam said, crossing her arms.
"Well pardon me!"
"Do you want something else or do you want to continue this ugly display of sarcasm where our nosey neighbors can hear us?"
"Hmm, I think I'll take the one with the nosey neighbors," Jess said.
Sam rolled her eyes and dragged his sorry butt (A/N: OH HOW CUTE IT IS!) into the apartment.
"Hey!"-
"No you listen, Rory loved you- loves you and you went and broke her heart eons ago, so if you really want to patch things up, I say you get rid of your smart ass mouth of yours!"
"I like my smart ass mouth, thank you!"
"Fine, but a stubborn ass! It's not like I care about you anyway! You matter to Rory not to me, keep it or not, but you seriously need to work on your attitude!"
"My attitude? What about yours, ahem, 'She's not home, go away!' and trying to slam the door on me! That isn't a bad attitude?! Well, what the future has done to its people......"
"Do you want me to have you committed, or will you just check yourself in?" Sam said.
"Hey! That's my line!"
"Excuse me?"
"Nothing'," Jess softly said as he remembered when he had said that. It was to Luke when Luke had barged in through the door of the apartment, just when Jess was about to kiss Rory; it would've been their first real kiss as a newly couple.
He shook the memory away and sighed, "Do you want my help or are you just gonna sarcastically blow your chances on your own?"
"What're the chances that when you help me, she'll actually want me back?"
"What're the chances that when you do it on your own, she'll actually want you back?" Sam replied, quite curtly.
"Good point," he said, barely above a whisper, but good enough to hear.
"Now, go and visit her at work, she'll be surprised but ask her to talk in private for a moment. Tell her- wait, are you sorry for what you did, and I mean truly sorry?"
"Yes! Of course I am!"
"Okay, so tell her how sorry you are, just make it up to her. Oh and gifts are always appreciated, small ones in cases like this at least."
Jess nodded and then said, "Where does she work?"
"(Sigh) Hell....." she got a questioning look from Jess so she continued with, "A school."
He nodded again and Sam said, "So here's the address, and go before it's too late!"
He took the tiny piece of paper and ran out the door. Sam sighed and collapsed on the couch.
It didn't take long for Jess to reach the school. 'Man this is hell!' said thought to himself as he walked through the doors. He went to the administration and found that it was a tiny ass room with a fan on a hefty woman working on a bunch of papers.
It was as if her mouth dropped to the floor at the sight of Jess. She fanned herself and rubbed her eyes. She reminded him of Ms. Patty; he shuddered at that thought.
"Can I help you?" the woman kindly asked.
"Uh yea, I'm looking for Rory Gilmore, could you tell me where she is?"
Flipping through file papers, she found Rory's folder and took out a list of classes and their times. She glanced over the sheet and said, "She has a class right now, but you're welcome to sit through it, I'm sure she wont mind, she'll probably need a break from the little ruffians."
Jess nodded and the woman wrote down on a piece of paper which room she was in and he was off. 'Geez, what's with woman and jotting this down on tiny pieces of paper! Just tell it to me!' he thought to himself.
He soon found himself lost. Spinning around and around in circles he grew tired. A woman who looked late into her 50's approached him.
"Can I help you?" she asked.
"Yea, can you tell me where this is."
"Sure," she looked at the paper, then at her surroundings and said, "Down to the end of the hall, make a left and the 3rd room should be it," she said.
"Thanks."
"No problem.
The woman walked in the opposite direction, leaving Jess alone. He walked to the end of the hall, made a left, passed one- two doors and stopped before the 3rd. He looked back at the original paper then at the door number. This was it all right. His insides were churning in anticipation. The longer he waited, the longer the anxiety took over him.
He took in a breath and walked to the door. Rory was in mid lesson when she noticed the heads of her students turning towards the door. Agitated by the distraction to her teaching, she too looked towards the door. Her eyes gaped open, as she stood frozen. Her eyes rushed back at the class who incredulously gazed at her. Squinting her eyes at them, she hastily ran to the door.
She opened it just a little and whispered, "What're you doing here?!"
"I came here to see you," he whispered back.
"I have a class!"
"I can see that," he replied, trying to be cool about this whole situation.
She sighed and looked back at her sophomores who snottily glared at her. She rolled her eyes and led him in.
"Sit in the back," she whispered.
Retreating towards the front of the classroom, she continued with her discussion on The Catcher in the Rye. She was explaining to them about how mentally unstable Holden is and how he runs away from everything.
"He looks at children and he sees a wave of innocence and the when he sees the graffiti on the walls it breaks his heart that children in that school would see that so he rubs it off. In other cases such as page 104-bottom paragraph, it shows what a pessimistically somber character he plays."
It looked as though half her class had fallen asleep so she took her meter stick and slammed it against the board, causing the whole class to ruffle in their seats. She sighed and said, "Come on! If you wanna pass my class you listen to the lectures, it's a key factor for the tests in case you haven't noticed!"
"No we hadn't noticed!" shouted a kid from the back, "We're too busy falling asleep," he whispered.
"Hey! You sleep on your own time, in my class you focus or you fail! It's your decision!"
He sighed as he slumped back in his chair.
"And Tommy," Rory called to the kid who shouted, "One more outburst like that and you'll be sent to the office! I don't have time for you witty antics!"
"Whatever," was all he muttered.
The whole time, Jess's eyes had been flitting from the kid named Tommy and back to Rory. He was truly shocked at how these kids acted.
Continuing with her discussion, Rory said, "A case of insecurity is when he had tried to make phone calls to Jane, but never followed through with them, thinking of all the bad things that could happen if he had risked that chance. Holden is guy who runs away from problems, only to find that they get worse," she said the last part and looked Jess' way. He instantly looked into space.
She was about to say something when Jess shouted, "He runs away because he can't deal with the things around him!"
She right away sent him angry glares.
"Well he also runs away because he's internally scared!"
The class's eyes went from Jess to Rory and back again.
"Yea because he didn't have any kind of adult figure to look up to when he was younger!" Jess shouted back.
"You made be right, there, but in any case he didn't even make an effort with school- with friends- with the people that care about him! He thought they were all phonies!"
The class finally got that the discussion wasn't about the book anymore, but about these two people's problems.
"He may have thought they were phonies, but it was purely because most of them were!"
"Yeah, well how do you explain his sporadic decisions and his god forsaken moody behavior?!"
"You moved off the subject!" Jess shouted.
"I know, I didn't have anything to say about that!" she admitted as she yelled back at him.
"Because I was right! Most of the people around him were fake, phonies!"
"Whose class is this?!"
"Psh!" he said, as he slouched in his chair and looked away.
The bell rang and all eyes were on her, she was just about ready to cry but she noticed that they all sat still.
"Homework is to study pages 98 to 123. Quiz tomorrow, be prepared...." Rory said, her voice was shaky and she whispered, "Class dismissed......" they slowly stood and hurriedly walked out the door.
Rory sat at the chair in the front of the room and Jess sat at the very end of the room, opposite of her.
She sobbed softly as she curled up on the desk. Jess got out of the chair and walked to her.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I know that hearing that phrase is so tiring that it's completely lost its meaning, but I mean it......"
She still sobbed, holding herself. He went around the desk and held her. She fell into his arms and she let him hold her.
The rule of the mind is the rule of the heart, in times of fear and times of hate; the bristle of redemption will sweep you up and carry you away.
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It was 7:45 and it was only the beginning of her class. She school regulated classes. She started with the seniors this time. Oh the seniors! Rory's eyes pounced around the room and watched the half assed lazy hooligans slouching, not even caring that they have a test that's being passed out and they didn't mind to study. Rory just shook her head as she passed the last set of tests.
"Eyes on your paper, or I gauge them out myself!...... Begin......" she sounded so restless, lifeless. You could definitely tell she was dead tired, but that didn't stop her from teaching the future of our great nation.
She opened her grade book and pulled out a stack of papers that needed to be graded, this was truly going to be a long day.
"Hey Mickey! Where's that burger for table 4?!" screamed Reanne through the tiny peephole leading to the kitchen.
"It ain't done yet!" Mickey yelled back.
Mickey was well into his forties and it didn't look like he was lovin' it.
Rea sighed and yelled, "Well get it done or we'll have an angry priest on our hands, and the last thing I need is a guilty conscience, or to be sent to hell."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," ol' Mickey muttered to himself.
Rea turned back to the sea of hungry chaos. She noticed a man in the far corner contemplating on what to get. She walked over to him. As she got closer, she thought she knew him from somewhere, she just couldn't tell where.
"What can I"- she stopped shortly, after she saw him whip his head towards her. Anger boiled beneath her skin, but who was she to get mad?
Jess recoiled as far away from Rea as he possibly could. Her anger didn't get the best of her though, in fact, she sat down at the table with him.
Jess scooted to the other side of the table and because of this, Rea laughed.
"I'm not gonna hurt you, there's too many witnesses," Rea said, she whispered the last part to give it a full effect. His eyes went big as his head shifted from one direction to another.
"Listen, if you really want to be with her, show her! Do something she'd never expect, you'd put yourself further into the race, so to speak," she said.
Jess nodded and Rea jotted something down on her pad of paper. She passed it to Jess and from this, she received a confused look from him.
"It's her home address, go find her," Rea soothingly said.
He nodded. His silence was either a sign of insecurity or a sign of anxiousness. She took it as both. He immediately stood from his place and jogged out the door. Jess walked to the tall building and braced himself. He took in a deep breath and ran his fingers lightly through his hair; the least he could do was to look presentable.
He walked into the building and up the elevator and to the door. He paused for about 2 minutes contemplating on the results that would accumulate from his spur of the moment decision to come.
He pushed all thoughts away and knocked on the door. Jess counted the seconds until the door opened.
1.......
2.......
3.......
Swoosh..... There in the doorway, stood a flustered looking young woman, who immediately shot death glares his way. His mind got the best of him as he darted away from them, as if they were real. From this, the woman raised an eyebrow.
Sam rushed her words, saying, "She's not home, go away!" all too fast and trying to slam the door.
He stuck his foot between the left space and said, "Please, I'm not here to make enemies,"
"Too late, good day!"
"But!"-
"I said good day!"
Jess started laughing and it was because of his laughter that Sam had opened the door further and gave him an annoyed look.
"Stop laughing!"
"Sorry (laughter) can't help it! (Laughter) You took that line from That 70's Show (laughter)."
"What's up with you and laughing at awkward moments?"
Calming down, Jess said, "So she told you what happened yesterday," nervously as he placed his hands in his pockets.
"Yes, she tells me everything!..... At least I hope she does...... Anyways, why are you here?!"
"Because....."
Annoyed, she motioned for him to continue.
"Because I thought she'd be here,"
"She works ya know! It's not like we live off of the money that grows on the trees!"
"Really, 'cause everybody else is doin' it, why not you?!" Jess sarcastically spat out.
"It's too much of a hassle!" Sam said, crossing her arms.
"Well pardon me!"
"Do you want something else or do you want to continue this ugly display of sarcasm where our nosey neighbors can hear us?"
"Hmm, I think I'll take the one with the nosey neighbors," Jess said.
Sam rolled her eyes and dragged his sorry butt (A/N: OH HOW CUTE IT IS!) into the apartment.
"Hey!"-
"No you listen, Rory loved you- loves you and you went and broke her heart eons ago, so if you really want to patch things up, I say you get rid of your smart ass mouth of yours!"
"I like my smart ass mouth, thank you!"
"Fine, but a stubborn ass! It's not like I care about you anyway! You matter to Rory not to me, keep it or not, but you seriously need to work on your attitude!"
"My attitude? What about yours, ahem, 'She's not home, go away!' and trying to slam the door on me! That isn't a bad attitude?! Well, what the future has done to its people......"
"Do you want me to have you committed, or will you just check yourself in?" Sam said.
"Hey! That's my line!"
"Excuse me?"
"Nothing'," Jess softly said as he remembered when he had said that. It was to Luke when Luke had barged in through the door of the apartment, just when Jess was about to kiss Rory; it would've been their first real kiss as a newly couple.
He shook the memory away and sighed, "Do you want my help or are you just gonna sarcastically blow your chances on your own?"
"What're the chances that when you help me, she'll actually want me back?"
"What're the chances that when you do it on your own, she'll actually want you back?" Sam replied, quite curtly.
"Good point," he said, barely above a whisper, but good enough to hear.
"Now, go and visit her at work, she'll be surprised but ask her to talk in private for a moment. Tell her- wait, are you sorry for what you did, and I mean truly sorry?"
"Yes! Of course I am!"
"Okay, so tell her how sorry you are, just make it up to her. Oh and gifts are always appreciated, small ones in cases like this at least."
Jess nodded and then said, "Where does she work?"
"(Sigh) Hell....." she got a questioning look from Jess so she continued with, "A school."
He nodded again and Sam said, "So here's the address, and go before it's too late!"
He took the tiny piece of paper and ran out the door. Sam sighed and collapsed on the couch.
It didn't take long for Jess to reach the school. 'Man this is hell!' said thought to himself as he walked through the doors. He went to the administration and found that it was a tiny ass room with a fan on a hefty woman working on a bunch of papers.
It was as if her mouth dropped to the floor at the sight of Jess. She fanned herself and rubbed her eyes. She reminded him of Ms. Patty; he shuddered at that thought.
"Can I help you?" the woman kindly asked.
"Uh yea, I'm looking for Rory Gilmore, could you tell me where she is?"
Flipping through file papers, she found Rory's folder and took out a list of classes and their times. She glanced over the sheet and said, "She has a class right now, but you're welcome to sit through it, I'm sure she wont mind, she'll probably need a break from the little ruffians."
Jess nodded and the woman wrote down on a piece of paper which room she was in and he was off. 'Geez, what's with woman and jotting this down on tiny pieces of paper! Just tell it to me!' he thought to himself.
He soon found himself lost. Spinning around and around in circles he grew tired. A woman who looked late into her 50's approached him.
"Can I help you?" she asked.
"Yea, can you tell me where this is."
"Sure," she looked at the paper, then at her surroundings and said, "Down to the end of the hall, make a left and the 3rd room should be it," she said.
"Thanks."
"No problem.
The woman walked in the opposite direction, leaving Jess alone. He walked to the end of the hall, made a left, passed one- two doors and stopped before the 3rd. He looked back at the original paper then at the door number. This was it all right. His insides were churning in anticipation. The longer he waited, the longer the anxiety took over him.
He took in a breath and walked to the door. Rory was in mid lesson when she noticed the heads of her students turning towards the door. Agitated by the distraction to her teaching, she too looked towards the door. Her eyes gaped open, as she stood frozen. Her eyes rushed back at the class who incredulously gazed at her. Squinting her eyes at them, she hastily ran to the door.
She opened it just a little and whispered, "What're you doing here?!"
"I came here to see you," he whispered back.
"I have a class!"
"I can see that," he replied, trying to be cool about this whole situation.
She sighed and looked back at her sophomores who snottily glared at her. She rolled her eyes and led him in.
"Sit in the back," she whispered.
Retreating towards the front of the classroom, she continued with her discussion on The Catcher in the Rye. She was explaining to them about how mentally unstable Holden is and how he runs away from everything.
"He looks at children and he sees a wave of innocence and the when he sees the graffiti on the walls it breaks his heart that children in that school would see that so he rubs it off. In other cases such as page 104-bottom paragraph, it shows what a pessimistically somber character he plays."
It looked as though half her class had fallen asleep so she took her meter stick and slammed it against the board, causing the whole class to ruffle in their seats. She sighed and said, "Come on! If you wanna pass my class you listen to the lectures, it's a key factor for the tests in case you haven't noticed!"
"No we hadn't noticed!" shouted a kid from the back, "We're too busy falling asleep," he whispered.
"Hey! You sleep on your own time, in my class you focus or you fail! It's your decision!"
He sighed as he slumped back in his chair.
"And Tommy," Rory called to the kid who shouted, "One more outburst like that and you'll be sent to the office! I don't have time for you witty antics!"
"Whatever," was all he muttered.
The whole time, Jess's eyes had been flitting from the kid named Tommy and back to Rory. He was truly shocked at how these kids acted.
Continuing with her discussion, Rory said, "A case of insecurity is when he had tried to make phone calls to Jane, but never followed through with them, thinking of all the bad things that could happen if he had risked that chance. Holden is guy who runs away from problems, only to find that they get worse," she said the last part and looked Jess' way. He instantly looked into space.
She was about to say something when Jess shouted, "He runs away because he can't deal with the things around him!"
She right away sent him angry glares.
"Well he also runs away because he's internally scared!"
The class's eyes went from Jess to Rory and back again.
"Yea because he didn't have any kind of adult figure to look up to when he was younger!" Jess shouted back.
"You made be right, there, but in any case he didn't even make an effort with school- with friends- with the people that care about him! He thought they were all phonies!"
The class finally got that the discussion wasn't about the book anymore, but about these two people's problems.
"He may have thought they were phonies, but it was purely because most of them were!"
"Yeah, well how do you explain his sporadic decisions and his god forsaken moody behavior?!"
"You moved off the subject!" Jess shouted.
"I know, I didn't have anything to say about that!" she admitted as she yelled back at him.
"Because I was right! Most of the people around him were fake, phonies!"
"Whose class is this?!"
"Psh!" he said, as he slouched in his chair and looked away.
The bell rang and all eyes were on her, she was just about ready to cry but she noticed that they all sat still.
"Homework is to study pages 98 to 123. Quiz tomorrow, be prepared...." Rory said, her voice was shaky and she whispered, "Class dismissed......" they slowly stood and hurriedly walked out the door.
Rory sat at the chair in the front of the room and Jess sat at the very end of the room, opposite of her.
She sobbed softly as she curled up on the desk. Jess got out of the chair and walked to her.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I know that hearing that phrase is so tiring that it's completely lost its meaning, but I mean it......"
She still sobbed, holding herself. He went around the desk and held her. She fell into his arms and she let him hold her.
The rule of the mind is the rule of the heart, in times of fear and times of hate; the bristle of redemption will sweep you up and carry you away.
HOOKAY, TIME TO REVIEW!!!! PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW!!! I WORKED REALLY HARD ON THIS CHAPTER! I WOULD REALLY LIKE TO KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS THINK ABOUT THIS CHAPTER, SO REVIEW! PLEASE AND THANK YOU!!!