A/N:
a) Thankyou to everyone who reviewed, especially the nice ones
b) On the last chapter I put that Rory and Devin came out of second period together. I meant to put first period because they don't have second period together.
c) To jAMES f. dOUGHTY: You know what? The whole point of Fan FICTION is to write the characters how you WANT them to be! So I made them out to be punk and you know what? You can just deal with it!! If you don't like the story, don't read it! I don't care if you think my story is pretty bad because because you people have no idea how long it took me to get a story up (exept for one person), so I'm going to write what I want to and you can just deal with it! And to other people who said that I should have made them older, I will write stuff where they are older eventually, but I haven't seen any stories with them being younger. And I wanted to see what one would be like.
d) To smile: Yeah, I guess you're right, I did kind of over do the uniforms didn't I? I just figured that since this school wasn't on the show that I would explain the uniform, but I guess that I could have just said that they were like Chilton uniforms but in different colors. *sigh* oh well, I'll try not to do it again. Darn I hate when people are right about that kind of stuff! grrrr
e) And to ILUVALEC: If you want to read really good Trories then I would suggest going to 'Find' at the top and typing in LittleAngelInLove she has a bunch of Trories and they're all really good. I also like one by Mrs. Witter called 'Whatever Tomorrow Brings'. And a Bere is a good Trory writer too.
After Rory had gone to her locker, she looked at her schedule and saw that her next class was Chemistry, West Wing, room 428 with Mrs. Watkins. As she made her way into the room, she saw that the boy from the hall was in this class. A groan escaped her as he spotted her and a smirk appeared on his face. She sat on the other side of the room, away from him.
The teacher stood up after the bell rang and said, "Well class, we have a new student, Lorelai."
"I go by Rory," she said, shooting a glare at the blonde boy on the other side of the room. He shrugged innocently and mouthed
"How was I supposed to know?" She just rolled her eyes and turned back to the teacher.
"So, Rory is there anything that you would like to tell the class about yourself?" the old teacher asked on a fake-sweet voice.
"No." The class started to laugh, but Rory kept a completely straight face, staring right at the teacher.
"Alright then, moving on, today we will continue yesterday's lesson....".
Rory tried to ignore him, but for the entire lesson she could feel his eyes on her. A few minuets before the bell rang, she heard the teacher call, "Mr. Dugrey, may I see you for a moment?" Rory looked up and saw the Mary guy stand up. She turned to the girl beside her and said, "Hey, what does 'Mary' mean?" The girl turned to look at her,
"Rory, right?"
"Yeah."
"Hi, I'm Melanie. But you wanted to know what Mary means?"
"Yeah."
"Well if someone calls you Mary then it means The Virgin Mary. Whoever did it thinks that you look innocent, like a goody-goody. Why, who called you Mary?" she asked, seeing Rory's face change into annoyance.
"Him," she said, pointing to the guy at the front, "That Dugrey kid."
The girl's face changed from kind to jealous in .05 seconds. She glared at Rory, "He calls you Mary? And it is your first day here?"
"Yeah," Rory said slowly. The girl whipped around, ignoring Rory. 'Okay,' she thought to herself, 'That was weird.'
She was grateful to hear the bell a few minuets later, standing up, she whispered to herself, "Okay, only two periods and I already have the annoying guy calling me 'Mary' because apparently I look like an innocent goody-goody, and for some reason a perfectly nice girl hates me for it. Oh yeah, I'm doing really good." She felt someone fall in step beside her and she heard him say,
"You know, I heard that having conversations with yourself is the the first sign of insanity."
"Did you hear that at one of your Group Help meetings for Egos Anonymous, Bible Boy?"
"Bible Boy?"
"Yes, if I have to be the Virgin Mary, then you are obviously a very spiritual person and therefore you are Bible Boy," she said sarcastically.
"Well actually, my name is-."
"I don't care," she interrupted him.
"What?"
"I don't care what your name is, there is no point in telling me because I don't talk to people who know my name, but insist on calling me Mary, so you're just wasting your time. And why are you still walking this way?"
"My class is down here," he said as they stopped in front of the same door."
"No."
"Yes."
"Please tell me that this isn't your class."
"Sorry Mary." She looked down at her schedule and back up at him a few times as he leaned on the door frame and she leaned across from him. And sure enough her list said, 'South Wing, Geography, room 193 with Mr. Spruell. She groaned and walked into the class after him. He sat down and she went to the other side of the class room, as far away from him as she could get.
In this class the introduction went pretty much the same way, the teacher said her name, she said its Rory, shot a glare at Tristan, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. And she could still feel him staring at her the whole time, making her very self-conscious. When the bell rang he followed her out of the class again.
"Do you EVER go away?" she asked .
"I'm a very persistent person."
"Good for you."
"Why won't you talk to me?"
"I am talking to you. My mouth is moving, sounds are coming out which are forming into words, and the words are directed towards you and you are responding in the same way, making this a conversation between us which means that I am most definitely talking to you."
He stood there for a second, had she just said all that in one breath? "Well why won't you talk to me nicely?"
"You are an egotistical playboy who uses girls for arm candy and then drops them when you see someone with a better body. It's like a hobby or something. You insist on calling me Mary when you know my name but nothing else about me, so how do you know that I even fit that description? And," she took a deep breath, finishing dramatically, "You have a Korn patch on your bag." With that she turned on her heel and walked away.
He stood there, stunned. She had just said all that in one breath exept for the one at the end. Wait, Korn? That was why she hated him? Because he liked Korn? "Wait!" He called, running down the hall.
"What!"
"You don't like Korn?"
"Augh!" she screamed, walking into the bathroom and slamming the door behind her. He smirked, walking down the hall to the cafeteria.
A few minuets later she poked her head out to see the deserted hall. She breathed a sigh of relief, heading to the cafeteria to look for her brother.
IN THE CAFETERIA
Rory walked into the huge room slowly, looking around. But before she could say anything she heard someone call, "RORY!", she turned to see Devin waving at her from a table with seven or eight people at it and one empty chair beside him. She smiled and walked over. People shot glares at her, Devin's was obviously the table that you had to be invited to.
She sat beside her brother and laid her forehead on his shoulder. not even looking at the other people at the other people. "I've only had three periods and some girl already hates me because this incredibly annoying guy keeps calling me Mary. I had him in my last two periods and he likes KORN and-"
"Hey Mary."
Rory raised her head, staring at a blue-eyed blonde with green tips in his hair. "Not you again," she groaned. Turning to her brother she said, "Please tell me that this isn't-"
At the same time as Devin said, "Rory this is my best friend-"
They finished at the same time, "Tristan." She groaned and her head made contact with the wooden table.
Devin smirked, "Guys, this is my little sister, Rory." Not picking up her head she waved. "Ror," he said picking up her head for her, "This is Kaleb, Natalie, Tray, Katie, Josh, my girlfriend Erin, and you already know Tristan." He said, pointing to each of them as he said their name.
"Actually," Tristan said, "We don't really know eachother, just that she hates me for liking Korn."
"I hate Korn, with a passion." Her brother nodded.
"So Rory," Erin started, who was on the other side of her, "Where did you move here from?"
"Maine."
And throughout the day Devin was very pleased, but not surprised to see that his friends accepted Rory immediately, she fit in perfectly. The girls had decided that they were taking her to a movie tonight and that they were all spending the night at Natalie's house so that they could get to know 'The Awesome Girl That Devin Had Kept From Them For So Long And Was Not Possibly Related To Him' to quote Katie. In fact, he noticed that after Rory told them about a jackass boyfriend that had played her and that she was a year younger than all of them, there was a brotherly glint in all the guys eyes, like they were willing to destroy any guy that hurt her. But he also noticed that in Tristan's eyes, there was a lot more than a look of brotherly or platonic affection.
A/N: Okay, my third chapter. YAY! How exiting, review and tell me what you think.
a) Thankyou to everyone who reviewed, especially the nice ones
b) On the last chapter I put that Rory and Devin came out of second period together. I meant to put first period because they don't have second period together.
c) To jAMES f. dOUGHTY: You know what? The whole point of Fan FICTION is to write the characters how you WANT them to be! So I made them out to be punk and you know what? You can just deal with it!! If you don't like the story, don't read it! I don't care if you think my story is pretty bad because because you people have no idea how long it took me to get a story up (exept for one person), so I'm going to write what I want to and you can just deal with it! And to other people who said that I should have made them older, I will write stuff where they are older eventually, but I haven't seen any stories with them being younger. And I wanted to see what one would be like.
d) To smile: Yeah, I guess you're right, I did kind of over do the uniforms didn't I? I just figured that since this school wasn't on the show that I would explain the uniform, but I guess that I could have just said that they were like Chilton uniforms but in different colors. *sigh* oh well, I'll try not to do it again. Darn I hate when people are right about that kind of stuff! grrrr
e) And to ILUVALEC: If you want to read really good Trories then I would suggest going to 'Find' at the top and typing in LittleAngelInLove she has a bunch of Trories and they're all really good. I also like one by Mrs. Witter called 'Whatever Tomorrow Brings'. And a Bere is a good Trory writer too.
After Rory had gone to her locker, she looked at her schedule and saw that her next class was Chemistry, West Wing, room 428 with Mrs. Watkins. As she made her way into the room, she saw that the boy from the hall was in this class. A groan escaped her as he spotted her and a smirk appeared on his face. She sat on the other side of the room, away from him.
The teacher stood up after the bell rang and said, "Well class, we have a new student, Lorelai."
"I go by Rory," she said, shooting a glare at the blonde boy on the other side of the room. He shrugged innocently and mouthed
"How was I supposed to know?" She just rolled her eyes and turned back to the teacher.
"So, Rory is there anything that you would like to tell the class about yourself?" the old teacher asked on a fake-sweet voice.
"No." The class started to laugh, but Rory kept a completely straight face, staring right at the teacher.
"Alright then, moving on, today we will continue yesterday's lesson....".
Rory tried to ignore him, but for the entire lesson she could feel his eyes on her. A few minuets before the bell rang, she heard the teacher call, "Mr. Dugrey, may I see you for a moment?" Rory looked up and saw the Mary guy stand up. She turned to the girl beside her and said, "Hey, what does 'Mary' mean?" The girl turned to look at her,
"Rory, right?"
"Yeah."
"Hi, I'm Melanie. But you wanted to know what Mary means?"
"Yeah."
"Well if someone calls you Mary then it means The Virgin Mary. Whoever did it thinks that you look innocent, like a goody-goody. Why, who called you Mary?" she asked, seeing Rory's face change into annoyance.
"Him," she said, pointing to the guy at the front, "That Dugrey kid."
The girl's face changed from kind to jealous in .05 seconds. She glared at Rory, "He calls you Mary? And it is your first day here?"
"Yeah," Rory said slowly. The girl whipped around, ignoring Rory. 'Okay,' she thought to herself, 'That was weird.'
She was grateful to hear the bell a few minuets later, standing up, she whispered to herself, "Okay, only two periods and I already have the annoying guy calling me 'Mary' because apparently I look like an innocent goody-goody, and for some reason a perfectly nice girl hates me for it. Oh yeah, I'm doing really good." She felt someone fall in step beside her and she heard him say,
"You know, I heard that having conversations with yourself is the the first sign of insanity."
"Did you hear that at one of your Group Help meetings for Egos Anonymous, Bible Boy?"
"Bible Boy?"
"Yes, if I have to be the Virgin Mary, then you are obviously a very spiritual person and therefore you are Bible Boy," she said sarcastically.
"Well actually, my name is-."
"I don't care," she interrupted him.
"What?"
"I don't care what your name is, there is no point in telling me because I don't talk to people who know my name, but insist on calling me Mary, so you're just wasting your time. And why are you still walking this way?"
"My class is down here," he said as they stopped in front of the same door."
"No."
"Yes."
"Please tell me that this isn't your class."
"Sorry Mary." She looked down at her schedule and back up at him a few times as he leaned on the door frame and she leaned across from him. And sure enough her list said, 'South Wing, Geography, room 193 with Mr. Spruell. She groaned and walked into the class after him. He sat down and she went to the other side of the class room, as far away from him as she could get.
In this class the introduction went pretty much the same way, the teacher said her name, she said its Rory, shot a glare at Tristan, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. And she could still feel him staring at her the whole time, making her very self-conscious. When the bell rang he followed her out of the class again.
"Do you EVER go away?" she asked .
"I'm a very persistent person."
"Good for you."
"Why won't you talk to me?"
"I am talking to you. My mouth is moving, sounds are coming out which are forming into words, and the words are directed towards you and you are responding in the same way, making this a conversation between us which means that I am most definitely talking to you."
He stood there for a second, had she just said all that in one breath? "Well why won't you talk to me nicely?"
"You are an egotistical playboy who uses girls for arm candy and then drops them when you see someone with a better body. It's like a hobby or something. You insist on calling me Mary when you know my name but nothing else about me, so how do you know that I even fit that description? And," she took a deep breath, finishing dramatically, "You have a Korn patch on your bag." With that she turned on her heel and walked away.
He stood there, stunned. She had just said all that in one breath exept for the one at the end. Wait, Korn? That was why she hated him? Because he liked Korn? "Wait!" He called, running down the hall.
"What!"
"You don't like Korn?"
"Augh!" she screamed, walking into the bathroom and slamming the door behind her. He smirked, walking down the hall to the cafeteria.
A few minuets later she poked her head out to see the deserted hall. She breathed a sigh of relief, heading to the cafeteria to look for her brother.
IN THE CAFETERIA
Rory walked into the huge room slowly, looking around. But before she could say anything she heard someone call, "RORY!", she turned to see Devin waving at her from a table with seven or eight people at it and one empty chair beside him. She smiled and walked over. People shot glares at her, Devin's was obviously the table that you had to be invited to.
She sat beside her brother and laid her forehead on his shoulder. not even looking at the other people at the other people. "I've only had three periods and some girl already hates me because this incredibly annoying guy keeps calling me Mary. I had him in my last two periods and he likes KORN and-"
"Hey Mary."
Rory raised her head, staring at a blue-eyed blonde with green tips in his hair. "Not you again," she groaned. Turning to her brother she said, "Please tell me that this isn't-"
At the same time as Devin said, "Rory this is my best friend-"
They finished at the same time, "Tristan." She groaned and her head made contact with the wooden table.
Devin smirked, "Guys, this is my little sister, Rory." Not picking up her head she waved. "Ror," he said picking up her head for her, "This is Kaleb, Natalie, Tray, Katie, Josh, my girlfriend Erin, and you already know Tristan." He said, pointing to each of them as he said their name.
"Actually," Tristan said, "We don't really know eachother, just that she hates me for liking Korn."
"I hate Korn, with a passion." Her brother nodded.
"So Rory," Erin started, who was on the other side of her, "Where did you move here from?"
"Maine."
And throughout the day Devin was very pleased, but not surprised to see that his friends accepted Rory immediately, she fit in perfectly. The girls had decided that they were taking her to a movie tonight and that they were all spending the night at Natalie's house so that they could get to know 'The Awesome Girl That Devin Had Kept From Them For So Long And Was Not Possibly Related To Him' to quote Katie. In fact, he noticed that after Rory told them about a jackass boyfriend that had played her and that she was a year younger than all of them, there was a brotherly glint in all the guys eyes, like they were willing to destroy any guy that hurt her. But he also noticed that in Tristan's eyes, there was a lot more than a look of brotherly or platonic affection.
A/N: Okay, my third chapter. YAY! How exiting, review and tell me what you think.