Camel817-I know Weylyn's really cocky, which isn't like Rory, but you have to keep in mind that she is also Tristan's daughter, and that she's perfect and she knows it.
eternalgorithm-I don't like Dean and/or offspring either!
kiki-I was the Sour Kangaroo...I love that part. The Who's were AMAZING!
Weylyn's POV
I cannot believe I'm in trouble. I've never been in trouble for anything, even though most of the time I should be...but when I shouldn't be in trouble I'm getting in trouble and I'm confusing myself in the process.
I bite my lower lip as I watch Charleston pull a thin dark blue folder out. My personal record. Oh sweet god. I have never ever seen that ONCE! Much to Grandma and Daddy's disappointment I don't like getting caught when I pull pranks. Mom is going to be so pissed.
Charleston clears his throat, "Now Weylyn, I know this is your first offense so I'm only going to give you detention for tommorrow as long as you promise that this will not happen again." Oh my god.
"Headmaster, I don't know what I did. I was trying to make Ruth as comfortable as possible." I cannot believe this.
"Miss DuGrey, apparantly you were very rude to Miss Forrester. You refused to talk to her and then when you did you were plain rude. You know that isn't acceptable at Chilton." he says, opening the folder and placing a sheet of paper inside, "now I don't want this to become a ritual Miss DuGrey. Don't turn out like your father."
"I didn't do anything! She's lying! And my father is a perfectly respectable man and our family has payed for half of this school! I suggest you don't talk about us that way!" I shout, jumping from my seat. Headmaster snaps the folder shut, looking at me with icy eyes.
"Miss DuGrey. I suggest you keep your temper in check. You seem to throw the same tantrums your mother did. You are not being respectful right now. Go sit outside while I try to contact your parents. You are going home. Ruth, you may go back to class."
I spin on my heels, stomping out and flopping onto the wooden bench, crossing my arms in front of my chest. This is so un-freaking-belivable. Hopefully Daddy is the one that comes and picks me up. He'll be okay with...this.
Ruth walks out, wiping her eyes, then she looks at me and sits on the bench beside me. I slide over so she's as far as possible on the OTHER side and can feel her watching me.
"You know, we can still be friends." She states simply. Like we were ever friends in the first place, "I just had to tell Charleston that you weren't being very nice. I want you to know that...we're not over." I look over at her, eyebrows raised.
"There is nothing to be over with in the first place. I think you need to go. You won't wanna be late for class." I smirk, she shrugs, then walks off, leaving me pouting outside the principals office.
About twenty minutes later, I hear clicking through the hallways. I keep my head forward, then hear someone sit down beside me. We're both staring for a few minutes, until I feel Daddy's strong arms wrap around me. Sighing, I lean into his chest, breathing in the smell that made me feel safe ever since I was a little girl.
He smells like ax, christmas trees, peppermint, and Mommy. When I was like...3 and it was thunderstorming, I would crawl into thier bed and they would make me feel like nothing bad could ever happen in the world ever. And nothing ever did. Not with my parents there. My best friends in the whole entire world.
"I got suspended Daddy." I whisper. He pulls me back, looking into my eyes, obviously shocked.
"You're suspended? For how long? Why? What did you do?" I asks, the muscle in his chin getting stiff. Oh krap. He's angry...that's not a good thing.
"I don't know. You know that Ruth girl? Well, I was talking to Hunter, who was inviting me to the John Mayer Concert. He has backstage tickets to them and everything. Anyway, Ruth comes up and she's wearing all these fake versions of my jewelry and my shoes and my sunglasses. She starts to talk and I ask her to give us a second, then she huffs off, and then like 10 minutes later she pops up out of nowhere and starts yelling at me for talking to Hunter over her. Then I tell her that Hunter's more important and go to chorus...she doesn't show up, then I get called down to the office. So I get there and Ruth's sitting in the chair crying and Charleston starts yelling at me for not taking care of Ruth. I look at Ruth when Charleston's back is turned and she smirks at me! So then Charleston gave me a detention." I say it all quickly, looking at my feet.
Daddy, who's rubbing my back supportavly says, "That doesn't explain why your suspended Wey." Right. I sigh, then massage the back of my neck to get the tension out.
"After he gave me my detention Charleston said and I quote 'now I don't want this to become a ritual Miss DuGrey. Don't turn out like your father.' So I got really mad after he said that and I start yelling at him, saying how we payed for the whole freaking school in the first place, then he yells at me for throwing tantrums like Mommy did, then he told me that I'm going home. I'm so sorry Daddy. I didn't mean for this to happen. You can ground me if you want...but I didn't do anything. I'm so sorry." Oh god. I'm going to cry.
I bite my lower lip to keep the tears that are prickling in my eyes at bay, but sadly I fail. I never ever get in trouble and now I'm suspended. Oh sweet god. I crumpling into Daddy's arms, shaking with tears, as he soothingly rubs my back.
He places a kiss on my head, "Don't worry Wey. Your good. This is ridiculous, let me see if I can talk to Charleston." he gives me a quick squeeze, then stands and walks into Charleston's office, shutting the door behind him.
I try to listen to what they're saying, but the doors are too thick. Five minutes after Daddy went in, the bell for class rings. I hear the kids laughing as they switch classes, then see Westley flying down the hall. He runs to me, sliding across the tile and falling into the bench. Taking my hands, he pulls me in for a hug.
"Are you okay? What happened? You missed all of social studies. Why are you crying baby? Was that your Dad walking down the hallway?" He asks question after question, placing delicate kisses on my head.
"I'm suspended." Questions stopped. He pulls away, looking into my eyes to see if I'm serious. After getting his answer, he sighs, pulling me back for another hug.
"What happened Wey?" he whispers. I cry gently into his shoulder, as he holds me tightly.
"Ruth. She made up this lie...then Charleston said he didn't want me to end up like Daddy, then I snapped. He said I threw a tantrum like Mom." I smile a little at that. The Gilmore Tantrum of 2002 was famous. Everyone knows about how Mom snapped when she wasn't allowed to take a test. What an honor to be compared to a great...even if it is your own mother.
"Wow. That's pretty cool," he says, laughing. I smile then kiss him lightly on the lips, just as Daddy walks out.
Westley pulls away quickly, standing up and holding his hand out to Daddy, "Mr. DuGrey. Good to see you again." I shake my head, Westley's an idiot.
Daddy takes his hand, then pulls him in for a man handshake shoulder bump thing, "Tristan, Wes. How many times do I have to tell you?" He laughs, then Wes smiles before running off to class.
I jump from the bench, Daddy wraps his arm around my shoulder and veers me out of Chilton. Great, suspended. We walk silently to our cars, conveniantly parked side by side. I lean against my bug.
"So, how long am I suspended?" I ask. Daddy sighs, running a hand through his hair.
"Just today, but you still have detention tomorrow." Great. Just freaking great. I get into my car and Daddy leans against the window.
"Go home. I called your mom...even though this is ridiculous, we want to talk to you about something anyway. This would be a perfect time." I nod, pulling out of the parking lot with Daddy's Lexus tailing me.
Alright, there you go! I refrensed Deer Hunters in more ways than one in this chapter! Alright you know the drill, click on the little blue button and REVIEW!