AN: You guys are awesome, thanks so much for all the reviews! I'm really sorry that this chapter is so pathetic and short but I promise that the next one will be more interesting and longer! Hope you like (okay at least put up with) this chapter!
It was at the end of the week that Rory came into contact with Tristan Dugrey again. Rushing to her locker after sleeping past her alarm and arriving at school late, she was not in the mood to talk, socialize or do anything past dozing in her desk. Therefore, it was not a smiling face that greeted Tristan when he sauntered over to her locker.
Cramming her books into her already overflowing locker, Rory turned when she felt someone's warm breath on the back of her neck.
"What?' She snapped irritably. She looked behind her and sighed. "Oh, it's you."
"You sound surprised. You did promise me a next time."
"Excuse me? I don't know you. I've talked to you all of once."
"Yes and I believe that it was during our delightful conversation that you told me to 'try harder next time.' Believe me; I could have taken that so many other ways than how I did." He smirked as Rory tried once more to close her locker and it bounced back open.
Finally managing to close the locker, Rory turned and smiled sarcastically at Tristan. "Wow, I'm so honored that you memorize our conversations. Don't I feel special?"
She turned to walk down the empty hall, already late for her first class of the day. Hearing footsteps quicken behind her, she wasn't surprised when Tristan feel into step beside her.
"Well I'd love to stay and chat," he started, "but I have to get to class." He paused. "Although there are other more interesting things we could be up to." He smiled wickedly before frowning at the look on her face and he continued. "No? Well then. We should… chat again soon." He leered.
Rory took a step forward, invading his space and looking up at him. She trailed a figure across his chest and leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Definitely."
She pulled back and, grinning at the look on his face, took off down the hall. Turning the opposite way down the hall than where her class was located, deciding that it was too late to go without it becoming embarrassing for her, she made her way out the door and into the fresh air.
Finally finding an out of the way corner, she slid down the wall and sat down, pulling out her cell phone as she did so. Glancing at her watch, she smirked as she realized that at the moment, Logan would be in the middle of class. Payback was sweet. She scrolled through her address book until she found the number she desired and pressed send.
It rang and rang and, instead of hanging up, she kept the phone on as she leaned up against the wall and closed her eyes.
"Hayden!"
Rory grinned mischievously even though she knew that Logan couldn't see her. "Huntzberger! Been way too long!"
"Don't 'it's been way too long' me Lorelai Leigh! I was in the middle of something!"
"Oh did you have class, Logan?" She asked innocently, knowing that he wasn't mad at her.
"Class? Oh shit class!" He paused and Rory could hear the shrug in his voice when he continued. "Oh well too late now. Hold on a second, Ror."
He covered the phone and she could hear his muffled voice in the background. "Hey babe? I'm going to have to continue this later." There came some high-pitched screeching, the slamming of a door and then Logan was back.
"Sorry, had to get rid of what I was busy with. So, what's new with you?"
Rory grinned and started to talk, detailing the move and her first week at Chilton, not leaving anything out. Rory and Logan did have their secrets, but the things that they shared, they really shared.
It was almost an hour later that the bell rang, jerking Rory out of the trance that she had fallen in while listening to Logan talk about his week skipping school and getting into trouble.
"Do you have to go?" He asked, once he realized that she was no longer paying attention.
"Nah, I still have another couple of minutes before I have to go to my next class." She replied, unenthusiastically. Talking to Logan was always fun and she hated when she had to hang up; her cell phone bills were though the roof because of this.
"Anyway, you were telling me about the incident with toothpaste, showers and scissors?" Rory reminded him, getting strange looks from other students passing by.
She stood up, stretching slightly, trying to get the feeling back in her cramped legs. Walking slowly back to her locker, not at all eager to go to her next class, but knowing that there was no point in going to school without going to at least one class.
Struggling with her locker while still listening to Logan's tale, she wasn't aware of three sets of eyes on her.
"Oh my God!" She cried, completely frustrated with her locker that just wouldn't open.
"You know, that's the second time I've been called that today. Although I have to admit that the first time was a little more enthusiastic." Logan said, innuendo heavy in his voice.
Rory rolled her eyes, even though she knew that he couldn't see her. She snuck a glance at her watch and realized that even though it was the last thing she wanted to do, she needed to start going to her next class.
"Logan? I need to go, some people actually bother going to classes," she suggested into the phone.
"Really? 'Cause I know that you're not one of those people, so I don't see why you bothered mentioning it."
"That's not true!" Rory replied, pouting slightly. "I always go to my classes in the first week. The first week is all about making impressions and in order to make a good one on the teachers, you have to go to classes."
Logan laughed. "You're a Hayden, from what you've told me about that school, last names mean everything. I can't believe this is the girl who got me expelled from three schools talking."
"I didn't get you expelled, you got me expelled! But seriously Logan, I have to go! I'll let you call me later in the week."
"Later Hayden."
Rory hung up the phone seconds before Logan did and turned around from her stubborn locker. Jumping back a little when she saw Abby and Alex standing there, identical smirks on their faces, she scowled.
"You got expelled from a school?" Alex was the first to speak, looking at her interestedly.
"No, that's not the important question! The important question is who's Logan and is he hot?" This was from Abby, who giggled and gave Alex a kiss once she saw the mock-hurting look on his face.
"Three and he's my best friend, so of course he's hot! Do you really think that I'd befriend an ugly guy?" Rory grinned and winked at Alex who pretended to look bashful at the implication.
The bell rang, making Rory look up annoyed. She was determined to get to class on time, even if that meant that she had to rush. Finally her locker sprang open and she grabbed the books that she required.
"I have to go," she muttered to Abby and Alex who were flirting with each other and had not seemed to have heard the bell.
"Ooh, wait before you go!" Abby handed Rory a pink flyer. "I'm having a party tonight and you're coming. No excuses will be accepted if you're not there."
Rory shrugged and stuffed the paper into her pocket. "Yeah, sure I'll come."
"Good and you should get Dugrey to go with you."
"Why?" Rory asked curiously, not sure how Abby jumped to the conclusion that she and Tristan knew each other well enough to go to a party together.
"He's been staring at you, like ever since you came to your locker." This was from Alex who smirked and turned to walk down the hall, Abby on his arm.
Rory looked down the hall in the other direction and saw someone turning the corner. It was then that she realized that the hall was empty and classes had already begun. She opened her locker once more, throwing her books back inside and grabbing the stuff that she would need for the weekend. If the day continued in the same pattern as it had that morning, she wouldn't be getting to any of her classes and so there was no point in staying at the school.
Making her way to the parking lot, her mind turned towards the flyer in her pocket. It was pretty average; just stating the time and place of the party. She grinned, thinking of the parties she had been to in the past. She was looking forward to tonight; in her experience, rich kids always had the best parties.
