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The Saga of Mary and Bible Boy

Chapter 7: What Makes Rory Gilmore Rory Gilmore

Rory sat in class, trying to drone out the sounds of her nagging teacher, Mr. Hays. She hated him more than any other teacher, the way he treated students like toddlers, and how he looked down the girls shirts when he thought they weren't looking.

"And so, Jefferson won the election by a landslide."

"You're wrong."

"Excuse me, Miss Gilmore?" Mr. Hays demanded, turning towards her.

Rory hadn't meant to say anything, but it had just been an automatic reaction. "You're wrong. The election between Jefferson and Burr was so close that the House of Reps had to vote, and even then it took them multiples of times to come out without a tie."

"I've been teaching this class for 10 years Miss Gilmore. I believe I know more on the subject than you."

"It's a fact. Check your book. That is, if you wouldn't mind," Rory retorted smartly.

"Of course not," Mr. Hays said, sneering. "That is if you don't mind going to the principle's office and explaining how you were mouthing off to a teacher."

Rory was getting riled up. Boy did he have some nerve! "Oh, boo hoo. Despite what you may think, I'm not in kindergarten. Why don't you just make me go sit in the corner?"

"Out!" he barked.

"Fine!" Rory walked over to the door. She'd regret this later, but right now she was too caught up in the moment. "Oh, and by the way, I'm not going to the principle's office."

"Then I'll have to inform headmaster Charleston so he can suspend you."

"No you won't."

"How DARE you contradict me!"

"Because if you do I'll be forced to tell Charleston about last week when you offered to boost my grade up to an A+ if I did a little 'favor' for you!" she yelled, heading for the door. She stopped, and turned to face him. "You purve!" she added before storming out.

Tristan had been watching on in deep amusement. He never thought he'd see the day when Rory Gilmore was kicked out of a class. Then again, she went down the way anyone would have imagined she would, her standing up for some god-forsaken fact that wasn't important to anyone but her. "Uh, Mr. Hays, could I get a bathroom pass?"


Tristan walked down the hall to see her pacing in front of her locker. Not seeing him approaching, he took advantage of the situation. He slammed her into the lockers, kissing her deeply, one hand leaning against the locker, his other running up her thigh expertly. He pulled away quickly, smirking, before she even had a chance to respond.

She just stared up at him, the shock evident in her expression. "Suprise attack. That's worth at least two points, don't you think Mary?" he whispered before turning and quickly walking back to class.

A few minutes later, Rory still stood where Tristan had left her. She wasn't only shocked because of Tristan's actions, but also because she had almost liked it.

'You better watch out Dugrey. You're messing with a Gilmore. This game's about to get a whole lot more interesting."


Tristan was bored, and I mean really bored. It was his parents' annual Halloween party. Every year people dressed up in the same costumes, something fit for people of such 'high standards'. This meant all the men dressed as scholars, princes, presidents, or famous inventors. All the girls dressed like princesses. Hell, he'd seen five girls tonight all with the same gown on.

He was over by the bar, flirting with the bartender when someone tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey!" Rory exclaimed. Tristan took in her outfit. She had on a large shirt and huge pants, walking along with only one of her legs in one of them, and only one arm going through her sleeve as well.

Tristan laughed. "What are you supposed to be?"

Rory frowned, as if it was obvious. "I'm a half of a Siamese twin! Da!"

"Oh. Of course, how clueless of me," Tristan responded sarcastically. "You realize people are staring at you, don't you?"

"Well my grandma didn't tell me about the party until tonight, so I just grabbed some of my grandpa's old clothes before he lost all that weight on the subway diet plan."

"You're grandpa ate takeout?"

"Yup. Don't tell my grandma though!" she said giddily before turning and hopping away.

Tristan watched her leave and laughed. He wondered if he'd ever be able to figure out what makes Rory Gilmore Rory Gilmore.


Rory and her grandparents were the last to leave. Them and the DuGreys were standing in the foyer. "Goodbye!" Rory exclaimed before jumping up and pecking Tristan on the lips. "Two points," she whispered when she knew no one was watching them anymore.

"What? That was nothing!" Tristan exclaimed.

"No, see. You might be more experienced at this, but I'm smarter. You're parents were watching. Now they're going to star hounding you about what a nice girl I am and that I come from a great family. That I'm an excellent choice. Heck, their gonna be planning the wedding!" Rory turned and followed her grandparents out the door.

Tristan stood and watched. She was right, and too damn smart for her own good.


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