A/N: Firstly, looking at my history with fanfics, do any of you really think I'd ship Luke and Rachel? I cringe just thinking about it. And, also, just for those of you who are annoyed by this kind of distorted timeline--I know Lorelai and Chris supposedly knew eachother at the age of at least fourteen, but, for the sake of plot, none of you know that. Correct? Correct. BTW, Review response are at ze bottom.

PYA Spells Jail

Chapter 3

Biker Boots Vs. Baseball Caps

"Welcome to the Paladin Youth Academy, Miss Gilmore..." There was a momentary pause, and Lorelai took the second to make an unnaturally loud popping sound with her gum, amused by the principals wince. Welcome to hell, Miss Gilmore. "Anyway, we're very pleased to have you here. Your parents are good friends of mine and..." Ah. That was it. Totally tuning out the principals nonsense as she slung her bags over her shoulders and followed her to the door. That must have been why she'd been accepted. Her parents had donated money and befriended the staff. It was almost laughable.

Over the past years, living as a Gilmore in the lap of luxury did have its perks. Lorelai had mastered the art of not listening, but making the speaker think she was. Handy in any lectures Adolpha decided to give her--or Social Studies class. Honestly, the latter was less likely. Nodding and smiling, Lorelai laughed at all the right seconds, and took all of the opportunities to roll her eyes at the blathering bulldog-like Principal. Meanwhile, she took the time to look around at all of the students rushing around the school campus. Prep. Prep. Jock. Nerd. Geek. Band Geek. Prep. Prep. Prep.

Unnatural, it looked, all of the students in their navy blue bottoms and stiff white shirts. Not a hint of originality...at first. And then, to her relief, she spotted a group of boys joking around and torturing a staff member. Leaning against the railing casually, she took the opportunity to look who seemed like the leader up and down, listening for a name. Her eyes were pleased, for he was handsome enough, with a head of curly brown hair cut short and blue as unusual as hers. His dress too set him apart, for he had added a leather jacket over top, and shoes normally worn for riding motor cycles on his feet. Definitely potential Gilmore territory. Nodding impassively at the principal as she spoke again, Lorelai strained to hear a name.

Christopher.

Chris.

She liked it. However, Lorelai didn't have time to escape before she was being pulled by her elbow down the hallway by the principal in a companionable way. They stopped occasionally, to meet more teachers who spoke of nothing but her 'lovely' parents. Funny. Lorelai would hardly call overprotective, overbearing, over-everything Richard and Emily lovely. But then again, she was so far proving herself the bane of their existence. Turning her head slightly to the side, she watched the students in the hallways with mild interest. Blue. Black. White. Blue. Black. White. It looked like some kind of freakish zebra parading the halls, the students were so uniform. Blue. Black...Red? Lorelai raised an eyebrow, eyes following the spot of red as it approached. Obviously a new student as well, for the boy lacked a uniform as well.

Immediately Lorelai decided this place might not be so Bad, because she'd spotted two guys already who she could genuinely call godly. Hot. She licked her lips, a small smirk on her face as she trailed her eyes down the boy. He stopped at a locker a few feet from her. Perfect. His hair was almost as dark as hers, thin brown curls protruding from under his red baseball cap. She couldn't help but think how much better it would look if he wore it backwards. His jaw was square and determined, and she felt her heart flutter as he turned and gave her a quick grin. Nice eyes, too. The boy flicked his sunglasses down, the left side of his mouth pulling up in a lopsided grin, still staring at her flirtatiously.

In mock modesty, Lorelai dropped her eyes, biting her lower lip. There was something about him that seemed so familiar. Dependent, sturdy, reliable. But that was just his appearance. And she had to say, that sleeveless shirt definitely improved his appearance. A baseball player, she surmised, as he tucked a glove in his locker with a muscular arm. Jocks are good. Suddenly, her mild flirting was interrupted by the Principal, and this time Lorelai couldn't help but glare slightly. Besides a cocked eyebrow, the principal--Mrs. Lemins--didn't seem to notice. Lorelai didn't get the Mrs. part. Who would marry someone who resembled so closely a bulldog?

"All right, Lorelai dear. You've got some free time before the first class, when you and the other new students will come to my office for an orientation. Go Socialize!" The principal announced with her usual unnecessary perkiness. Lorelai nodded, feigning amiability, before turning around to again see the boy in the red baseball cap. However, her sprightly smile quickly fell, a scowl taking up residence on her pretty face.

He was gone.

She was just about to depart into the seas of strange faces when a hand on her shoulder stopped her. Turning around in surprise, she was pleased to find the arm coated in leather. Spinning around with a certain grace, Lorelai put on her usual flirty smile, sure it was that Chris guy she'd spotted earlier. Dropping her blue eyes to the ground, she noticed his boots. Big, shiny, studded, black, biker boots. Raising a coy eyebrow, she met his gaze, tilting her head to the side questioningly. "And to what do I owe the company of Harley Davidson himself?"

Chris laughed softly, dropping his hand from her arm and tucking his hands in his leather pockets. Lorelai put her finger into her curly black hair, twirling it around her index digit absently. "Oh, not much, just a name. Are you new here? I don't recognize you."

"Lorelai Gilmore." She responded plainly, smiling up at him. He was a good deal taller than her, about three inches, which she wasn't used to. She was always the tall one. A pleasant change. "Yeah, I'm new to PYA, my parents wanted me away from the 'hoodlums'. What's your story, the bike shop tire of someone sleeping on the bikes?"

"As a matter of fact, the bike shop misses me. I got in here on pure smarts--with baseball as a backup, of course. I'm Christopher by the way."

"Christopher?" Lorelai raised a questioning eyebrow, ignoring his outstretched hand and walking around him, careful to brush her shoulder against his chest. These little mind games were so simple with men, they were all the same. Stopping a few feet from him, Lorelai turned around, hands on her hips "Just Christopher? Is that like Cher?"

"Of course." Was all he responded, taking to a brisk stride, and they walked in silence side by side, until the bell rang. Chris looked around, as if alarmed, and Lorelai had not failed to notice that he hadn't taken his eyes off of her the whole time. Mission accomplished. "Shit! I've got to get to class, I'll see you later?"

"Possibly." Keep him dangling. She shrugged impassively.

"Great, after class, then. See you, Lor." He squeezed her shoulder gently before jetting off in the other direction, and Lorelai watched papers and people flying in his wake. Opposing her original thoughts, she'd been here only hours and sparked the interest of the type of person her parents despised. Lorelai had befriended yet another 'hoodlum.' Chuckling to herself, Lorelai strode towards the principals office in a lackadaisical manner. After all, what's wrong with being fashionably late?

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