"My God, those are absolutely gorgeous genes." the accented speaker marched up to Rory, who had just barely managed to muscle her locker door open. She turned to see a guy stop in front of her, and reach forward to cup her chin.

"Lovely blue eyes, alabaster skin, an unassuming demeanor. Love, if I were an artist I would name you my muse."

"Hello..." Rory introduced herself, a little perplexed as to who this forward young man was. "I'm Rory."

"Ro...ry." he repeated, with a small frown. "Doesn't exactly roll off the tongue, now does it?"

"Hey! You don't even know me!" she protested, and slammed her locker shut in annoyance. Then she stared at it. "Aargh!" she groaned. She hadn't gotten her books out yet.

"Well you keep distracting me. It's very rude, darling." he tapped his foot at her while she struggled once again with her locker door. "Allow me." he said, and she stepped back to let him do the job.

After a moment of struggling, though, he stepped back as well.

"Well that tears it, the thing's obviously possessed.

"Thanks, that was soo, helpful." she rolled her eyes and tried her combination again.

"Well that's not very polite either, now is it? You miss, are ignoring me. You have deamed that piece of scrap metal more important, and you don't yet know my name."

"What's you name?" she asked again, still preoccupied with trying to wedge open the door.

"Well I don't know if I want to tell you now." he sniffed.

"Fine." Rory gave up as the bell rang. "I'm late anyways." she strode away, but the boy followed her.

"What? I'm going this way." he said innocently, and Rory smiled.

"Look, I'm sorry I'm being rude. I've had a really bad few days."

"No matter, it happens to the best of you people." he said.

-

They apparently had the same class, and tjust barely made role call.

"Lorelai Gilmore!"

"Present," Rory said, and the guy glared over at her.

"Lorelai? Why didn't you tell me that was your name? Flows far better than 'Rory' anyways."

"And who might you be?" the teacher asked.

"Call me Finn. New student." he snarked, buffing his fingernails on the hem of his uniform, and plopped himself down in the nearest seat. Rory sat down quietly next to him, and took out her notes.

-

"Lorelorelorelailalai, I'm terribly lost on all this dreary scholastic boredome, might you catch me up? Say, after school, say, now?"

"I live in Stars Hollow." Rory warned, but he didn't seem to quite understand.

"Fantastic! I shall give you a ride."

His car was as nice as Tristan's; even nicer.

"Is this a Mazarati?" Rory asked in awe, and Finn shrugged.

"It's me dad's car. He hasn't trusted me with my own since Finn Car number...three."

"But he trusts you with his own?" she pressed.

"As long as I don't tell him."

"Well this Finn, it will be my pleasure." Rory said, an evil glint in her eye. Her town would tear him apart.

"Knew it, no one can resist my drunken charm. Right then, onward, march!" and they sped off.