Title – Barriers and Brick Walls
Chapter Eight
Disclaimer – I do not own Gilmore Girls. It belongs to Amy Sherman Palladino and Warner Brothers. I don't own Calvin Klein, I don't own Christian Dior, and no, Surprise surprise, I don't own Versace.
A/N#1 Hey all! Remember me?!?!?! Sorry it has been soooooo long between posts. Gilmore Girls hasn't been on much here in Aus, and when it was on it was in short bursts and we were expected to follow the story line. shakes head at the stupidity of channel 9 Anyways, the lack of Gilmore Girls motivation has meant that I haven't really wanted to write any stories. But now I am back!!! It is winter hols here in Aus and after doing "not as well as I had expected to" in my mid year English exam, I decided it was time for me to get back into practicing writing. SO HERE I AM!!! Aren't y'all glad I'm back?? Okay, probably not but that's okay. Anyways, if you like this story, pls tell me so, and if u don't, that's okay too. Have fun!!! :D
Recap (thought you all might need one after how many months?! :p)
"So does this mean.… we're over?" James asked
"Yep. Now go talk to Paris. A girl like that isn't gonna wait around for ever, you know." Rory smiled ruefully at James, who smiled back before running to catch up with Paris.
Rory sat alone under the tree.
She had taken the first step.
A single tear rolled down her cheek.
Followed by another, and another.
Rory began to sob.
She was sobbing so hard she didn't even hear the bell ring for the beginning of class.
She just sat under the tree and cried her heart out.
It was the first time she had cried since she had made that pact with herself to become a Chiltonite and hide her feelings.
It felt so good to cry.
After Rory had had a good cry, she look at her watch.
'Oh my God! I've missed my first two classes! Shit!' She thought and was about to race inside when she remembered that two counts of tardiness loses more merit points than a sick day.
Pulling out her mobile, she dialed the schools number.
Phone Call: Secretary/Rory
S: Good morning you've reached Chilton Preparatory School. How may I help you?
R: Yes, hello, my name is Rory Gilmore. I can't come into school today. I'm having dizzy spells and every time I stand I feel nauseas.
S: Have you seen the doctor, Rory?
R: No, I've scheduled an appointment later this afternoon.
S: All right dear, I hope you feel better and we'll see you at school tomorrow hopefully.
R: Thank you.
S: Bye, dear.
R: Bye
End Phone Call
'Wow, that was surprisingly easy. Now, what to do with the rest of my day. I can't go anywhere public while I'm in my school uniform, so I guess the first thing I have to do is go home and change. Lucky Grandma and Grandpa are both busy today with meetings.' Thought Rory as she walked to her car.
Parking in the driveway, Rory got out of the car and tried to slip unnoticed into the house.
"Miss Rory? what are you doing here? Aren't you meant to be at school?" Leila asked.
"Hi Leila. Yeah, sort of. Can you keep a secret and not tell grandma and grandpa about this, please?" Rory looked at the petite servant with begging eyes.
"Of course, Miss Rory. Can I get you anything, perhaps a cup of coffee? We still have some of that special coffee blend you were sent." Leila asked, with a mischievous grin on her face. She was so happy that Miss Rory's mood was light, and that she was sharing a secret with her.
"Some of Luke's coffee would be lovely, Leila. Why don't you put it on and I will go upstairs and get changed." Rory suggested.
Leila nodded and went into the kitchen to make the coffee, while Rory headed upstairs to her bedroom.
Once in her room, Rory opened her closet and tried to decide what to wear. She chose her low rider faded Calvin Klein jeans and a white Christian Dior top. She teamed it with her Christian Dior bag and, as it was a little chilly, Rory also took her Versace coat.
'I never used to wear these clothes, they're not really me. Should I go back to my old dressing style? Well…it would be a shame to waste them…maybe I don't have to change this part of me, I mean, its not like they actually change who I am.' Rory pondered, looking herself in the mirror. Deep down every girl dreams of wearing designer clothes, and Rory didn't want to give up that dream just yet.
After drinking coffee with Leila, Rory decided to get some good old fashioned retail therapy. But, not wanting to drive, she opted for the bus.
Standing at the bus stop trying to make sense of the timetable, Rory soon realised that she may be in for a long wait. The buses seemed to come every hour, and, as it was 10:15, she had already missed the 10 o'clock bus. But Rory didn't feel like going back to the house, she still felt a little claustrophobic there.
Settling down in a cross legged position on the seat, Rory open her Christian Dior Bag and took out the minidisc player that Jess had given her. The minidisc had lots of songs on it, a collection of her old favourites and new ones that Jess knew she would love. The songs had been revolving non stop around her head ever since she first listened to it, and she found that it calmed her soul and let her think about things.
A bus pulled up and Rory hailed it, paid her fare and took a seat without even looking at where the bus was headed. 'Anywhere but here.' Rory thought.
Sitting on the bus Rory drifted between the real world and the cogs turning in her mind, try to stay afloat by treading through her thoughts. Trying so hard but her thoughts were like concrete, setting quickly, holding her in one position that she was unable to move out of.