A/N: Huh. Thank you all who reviewed. Um... I just wanted to say I know it
seemed rushed, but I wanted it to happen in the first chapter... I don't
know... anyways, I don't think I can make the chapters longer, or you guys
will get bored and not read it, because it is too long. I don't know;
review after you've read it!
Disclaimer: I own the school...? Is that enough for you?
Summary: Go to chapter one.
Chapter 2: What a Wonderful World
She couldn't believe it. In her own bed! In –their- bed! What the hell was wrong with him?
"Rory, wait," Jon cried as he ran to catch up with her on the busy sidewalks of North Carolina.
When he caught up with her and grabbed her arm, she yelped.
They stood like that for a moment, just looking at their eyes. Rory's eyes shone anger and sadness, while Jon's shone guiltiness and regret.
Rory looked up at the sky with her tear stricken cheeks and water running off her face onto the ground. He really had nothing to say to her.
Nothing. Not a word; not a single fucking word.
She pulled back her arm and walked off, putting a hand over her mouth to keep the sobs in. But this time, Jonathan didn't follow her.
And she just kept walking and walking and walking, just like in those old time movies where the person walks on until you couldn't see her anymore.
And then it started to rain. As if her day couldn't get any gloomier, Mother Nature denied. Rory stopped, and just stood in the rain, letting the little droplets hit her hard, as she reviewed what went wrong.
I was like an opening. She found what she missed. In the last two months, or since she remembered, she said "I love you" and he never said it back. He would find a way around being affectionate towards her. And he always asked when she would be home.
It was clear to her now. It was all clear.
So, naturally, Rory found herself at her sanctuary: the school. She exhaled.
Rory opened the door and walked down the empty hall. She saw the kids that hadn't been picked up yet, and tried to put on a happy face. Her smile shone, but you could still see tears in her eyes.
She reached her room, unlocked it, and locked it when she got in.
She needed time.
Time to think; time to get past the scene that was played before her eyes not 45 minutes ago.
He, Jon, the person she thought was 'the one,' had cheated on her.
She couldn't comprehend it. Why? –Why?-
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The next week went by –really- slowly. Rory went home on her break one day to get some of her clothes, and money.
She ended up getting a really grungy apartment that only had one window, in the kitchen, and one bedroom, that actually looked like a closet, and one TV, that only shone in black and white. She had to go outside to use the bathroom, and it was co-ed, with co-ed showers. But hey, you get what you can find.
He hasn't tried to find her since. Didn't come to the school to talk to her, didn't call her on her cell phone. Nothing.
But she hasn't tried either.
She hasn't talked to her mom either. She has been avoiding her calls, and turning her cell phone off more. She didn't want to talk at all.
In her classes, she just had them read, and take tests.
But one day, she went out walking.
Then she found something on a telephone pole. As she walked up to it, she read it.
'Need a lawyer? We have them for anything. You name it; McNeal and Co. will take care of all your needs. On the corner of Uler Ln. and Greford St.'
Maybe this would scare him. Maybe this would make him come running back to her.
Rory took the paper from the pole and began walking towards the destination. The streets were wet as she trudged into them.
The empty lobby was cold and meaningless, filled with expensive paintings and furniture. Rory strolled wearily to the secretary's desk.
Before she could ring the small bell for assistance, the blonde looked up. "How may I help you?"
"I, uh, I need a lawyer," Rory answered.
"What kind?"
"Divorce," Rory looked to the ground.
"Just a second ma'am," the grey eyed woman swung around on her roll chair to the other side of the desk. Rory waited patiently for about 3 minutes. Then the lady turned back around.
"You're very lucky. We don't have any appointments for the rest of the day," the female looked down at her computer and waited for Rory's reply. When she didn't get one, she asked, "Would you like to see a lawyer now?"
"Oh! Yes, uh, yes, please."
"Just a moment."
The female disappeared down a narrow hall way and disappeared into a room almost at the end.
In a few minutes she came back and led Rory down it, too. When the door opened and she was chauffeured inside, the lawyer was looking at his desk, reading something. When Rory saw the name, she gasped internally.
Tristan DuGrey.
A/N: I really need ideas. So I would appreciate it! Thanks, and review!
!Paige!
Disclaimer: I own the school...? Is that enough for you?
Summary: Go to chapter one.
Chapter 2: What a Wonderful World
She couldn't believe it. In her own bed! In –their- bed! What the hell was wrong with him?
"Rory, wait," Jon cried as he ran to catch up with her on the busy sidewalks of North Carolina.
When he caught up with her and grabbed her arm, she yelped.
They stood like that for a moment, just looking at their eyes. Rory's eyes shone anger and sadness, while Jon's shone guiltiness and regret.
Rory looked up at the sky with her tear stricken cheeks and water running off her face onto the ground. He really had nothing to say to her.
Nothing. Not a word; not a single fucking word.
She pulled back her arm and walked off, putting a hand over her mouth to keep the sobs in. But this time, Jonathan didn't follow her.
And she just kept walking and walking and walking, just like in those old time movies where the person walks on until you couldn't see her anymore.
And then it started to rain. As if her day couldn't get any gloomier, Mother Nature denied. Rory stopped, and just stood in the rain, letting the little droplets hit her hard, as she reviewed what went wrong.
I was like an opening. She found what she missed. In the last two months, or since she remembered, she said "I love you" and he never said it back. He would find a way around being affectionate towards her. And he always asked when she would be home.
It was clear to her now. It was all clear.
So, naturally, Rory found herself at her sanctuary: the school. She exhaled.
Rory opened the door and walked down the empty hall. She saw the kids that hadn't been picked up yet, and tried to put on a happy face. Her smile shone, but you could still see tears in her eyes.
She reached her room, unlocked it, and locked it when she got in.
She needed time.
Time to think; time to get past the scene that was played before her eyes not 45 minutes ago.
He, Jon, the person she thought was 'the one,' had cheated on her.
She couldn't comprehend it. Why? –Why?-
-¤-¤-¤-
The next week went by –really- slowly. Rory went home on her break one day to get some of her clothes, and money.
She ended up getting a really grungy apartment that only had one window, in the kitchen, and one bedroom, that actually looked like a closet, and one TV, that only shone in black and white. She had to go outside to use the bathroom, and it was co-ed, with co-ed showers. But hey, you get what you can find.
He hasn't tried to find her since. Didn't come to the school to talk to her, didn't call her on her cell phone. Nothing.
But she hasn't tried either.
She hasn't talked to her mom either. She has been avoiding her calls, and turning her cell phone off more. She didn't want to talk at all.
In her classes, she just had them read, and take tests.
But one day, she went out walking.
Then she found something on a telephone pole. As she walked up to it, she read it.
'Need a lawyer? We have them for anything. You name it; McNeal and Co. will take care of all your needs. On the corner of Uler Ln. and Greford St.'
Maybe this would scare him. Maybe this would make him come running back to her.
Rory took the paper from the pole and began walking towards the destination. The streets were wet as she trudged into them.
The empty lobby was cold and meaningless, filled with expensive paintings and furniture. Rory strolled wearily to the secretary's desk.
Before she could ring the small bell for assistance, the blonde looked up. "How may I help you?"
"I, uh, I need a lawyer," Rory answered.
"What kind?"
"Divorce," Rory looked to the ground.
"Just a second ma'am," the grey eyed woman swung around on her roll chair to the other side of the desk. Rory waited patiently for about 3 minutes. Then the lady turned back around.
"You're very lucky. We don't have any appointments for the rest of the day," the female looked down at her computer and waited for Rory's reply. When she didn't get one, she asked, "Would you like to see a lawyer now?"
"Oh! Yes, uh, yes, please."
"Just a moment."
The female disappeared down a narrow hall way and disappeared into a room almost at the end.
In a few minutes she came back and led Rory down it, too. When the door opened and she was chauffeured inside, the lawyer was looking at his desk, reading something. When Rory saw the name, she gasped internally.
Tristan DuGrey.
A/N: I really need ideas. So I would appreciate it! Thanks, and review!
!Paige!