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I stood in front of the payphone. I had planned to be on my way to the "dance" but instead my disobediant feet marched me to the phone. I had 35 cents in my hand.

The lounge / rec. room was empty. Everyone was all ready in the main hall with the Merrel girls giving off the six female-less days a break.

I'd memorized the number from calling her house countless times just to annoy her.

"Hello?"

I froze, at a loss for words - something that has never plagued me before.

"Dean? I told you I had homework tonight! Quit bothering me! I'll talk to you later, I promise."

She hung up.

Angrilly I kicked the wall. Angry at myself. And angry at Dean. Now more then ever I felt like like bashing someone's head in. I kicked the wall again for good measure and stomped to the dance.

Anger was smothered by vengeance. I couldn't kill Dean, but I could get King's underwear in a knot.

A ruler's entrance is always late. I threw open the door and stood in the doorway a few beats, letting everyone know I was there. I surveyed my soon-to-be Kingdome with satisfaction.

King's arm was thrown lazily over a girl's shoulder. For a minute I saw myself, with an aura of arrogance and smirk of invincibility

Adrenaline pulsed through me. The docile weakness of "just gonna get through two months and leave" was gone. I don't ever "be" somewhere, a DuGrey owns it.

I'm the King no matter where I go. Redding Military School of North Carolina or Chilton.

I walked in, glancing where Kory was DJing with a sparse collection of CDs. I raised my eyebrows at him softly and sauntered over to the audience of Merrel/ Redding students.

"May I?" I asked softly.

"Of course." His voice was flushed and strangled.

I flipped through the book, feigning nonchalance, pretending not to notice the spectators.

I found a decent slow song and hit "play".

Couples hesitantly took the cleared dance floor. For a second it reminded me of a Chilton dance, with tuxes replaced with combat pants and white shirts. And full length dresses replaced with skirts and tank tops.

I smirked and walked right past everyone, right where King was staring at me. His jaw was tense and squared out. I may be Ken, but Ken gets Barbie.

I looked at the gorgeous chick on his side and raised an eyebrow. "How about a dance, doll?"

She blinked. I wasn't sure if it was my boldness or the fact that I just asked a girl hanging on King.

I just smirked again as she slid out from under his arm and into mine.

As we walked to the dance floor I didn't even look back.

"So." I said, as she placed her arms on my shoulders. "I'm Tristan DuGrey."

"I'm Chancre." She blinked her mascaraed eyelashes. "I can't believe you just did that?"

"Did what?" I asked innocently. I knew some couples were straining to listen in over the strums of "My Baby".

"How long have you been here? I was with KING!"

"Hey, you're the one who said yes." I raised an eyebrow and smirked.

She blinked again, surprised by her own actions. "Wow. It worked then. I suppose you two already hate each other?"

"Well." I said airily. "I guess he hates becoming number two."

"It's not like all the guys around here life him. They're all jealous-they just respect him."

I smirked. "Hopefully, I'll be liked and respected, hm?"

"Not if you go around stealing their girls."

I smirked. "You're Frank's girl?"

"No, Vixen, me, Shell, and Candice are..." She paused. "I've been really blind haven't I?"

"You said it, not me." I said as the song ended.

I gently guided her back to King. "Thank you for the dance Beautiful."

Then I turned and walked to the exit doors. I gave a three fingered salute and exited. I walked out the door, stepping slowly through the dewy grass and toward the bunkhouse.

I allowed myself a little smile. One.

Domination is a game. Feel out your terrain then pounce. It's simple, the thrill of the chase. When I had seen Rory Gilmore with her large blue eyes and pale, porcelain skin I had been overjoyed at the new conquest. At first I thought that was why I was so attracted to her - she hadn't succumbed. But I knew there was something deeper, cleaner. Though I often longed to pull her into my arms and kiss her, it was never anything more.

I pushed the thoughts out of my mind and concentrated on where I was. I had two months. Two months to reign the camp.

I'm not the loner type.

"Nice show."

I swiveled to see Vixen. I raised an eyebrow, just one. Her crisp uniform was replaced with a mini skirt, tank top, and a tube or two of body glitter.

"I felt like a dance. Do you pop up everywhere?" Part of me wanted to reach out for her...but I felt like I'd be cheating on Mary. AND I'M NOT EVEN DATING MARY!

"Listen, I don't know what your prob is. Most guys here would kill to be you right now." She chided hotly.

"I'm afraid I'm not most guys. Girls where I come from have to work harder then 'nice show'."

She looked put out. Color rose in her cheeks. "You are the most inconceivable boy I have ever met."

I couldn't hide my grin. "Inconceivable?"

She turned on heel and marched back to the dance.

When she was gone I realized how much Mary had changed me. If you had plunked me in that situation the first week of my sophomore year, me and Vixen would all ready be on third base.

I took in a deep break and blew it out slowly. Mar, look what you've done to me.

I reached in my bag for a pen and poised it over the paper. I knew what would spout out of the pen as soon as it hit the paper would be egotistic sarcasm

I was pretty sure Mary was joking about having nothing to do with me. Right? She couldn't have been that upset about kissing Paris. I smirked.

I fingered my short hair and tried to think of what to write. Right before I left I was SO SURE I saw her look regretful that I was leaving:

Mary.

I know you're fantasizing about your man in uniform, so I thought I'd give you a letter to tuck under your pillow to sweeten your dreams. Answer to reverent prayer I know.

Well it's hard. I assure you my six pack is hard as stone right now. We do a ton of drills. And there's this chick named Vixen (That's her honest to goodness name) She's so hard to avoid.

I miss our morning wit banters so here is mine when you can't open your locker tomorrow morning:

"Mary you know you want me. Why not come and admit it so I can take you to prom?"

-Tristan

I re-read the letter uncertainly. I was so sure bagboy would write poetry, but the only line I could think of was "Mary's the best hallelujah" and the only thing that rhymes with Hallelujah is "glad I knew ya" and "now I'll sue ya". I could never be a hymnist.

I took it to the rec. room and dripped it in the wooden mailbox.

"Who was that for? Your mom?" King was at the pool table, his voice dripping in sarcasm. I hadn't spoken to him since our run in at the locker room before the dance yesterday.

I didn't reply.

"Wuddya know. My friend over here, Carlos is the mail boy has the key to that box." He threw a confident look to Carlos. "Get that letter Carlos."

I glanced at a Mexican guy who was reading on one of the armchairs. He glanced up between us. Panic of King intercepting the letter gripped my stomach. Carlos looked up at me pensively.

"Do you always do what King tells you to do?" I asked softly.

A little glance wormed its way on everyone's face and I knew it was true. Everyone did what he said. And now I knew that I'd won. There was no way he'd get the letter for King with that statement over his head.

"I'm reading now." Carlos mumbled, returning to his book.

King's mouth set in a firm, thin line, and I grinned.

I went to the soundproof phone booth gingerly shutting the glass door behind me. I inserted 35 cents and called my mom's florist.

"Four Seasons Flowers, its Tara speaking."

"Hi. This is Tristan DuGrey. I have a special order. It's a little unorthodox but I'll make it worth your while..."

Rory Gilmore got off the bus and headed towards home. When she got to the step she froze.

Roses!

Everywhere!

"What on earth." She surveyed the sight in frank amazement. No WAY Dean would be able to pay for this.

A million rose petals carpeted the porch floor, making it all red. Long stem roses were piled on the window sill, railing, and cheap patio furniture.

She licked her lips and reached for the only thing not red or green, which was an expensively wrapped package, nestled among a bed or roses on the patio table.

The white paper was tied in a real, silk white ribbon, not a tape-on bow or thin streamers. She undid the bow and looked inside.

It was a silver charm bracelet.

In surprise she looked at the tag. It wasn't silver it was white gold! Now she knew it wasn't Dean.

One charm was a little mug, obviously for coffee.

One was a rectangular locker with her locker number engraved on it.

One was a little PJ Harvey Ticket stub.

A little book that said Romeo and Juliet in teeny-tiny script.

A piano...

And the letter "M".

Rory felt a warm blush creep up her cheeks. There was no card, because no card was needed. On that chain was a string of memories.

She clutched the box and bracelet, "Bible Boy."

A/N: Typos Typos. I KNOW! Anyhow, enjoy, tell me what you think. Any ideas? Several worm their way into the story. :)

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