Story Title: The Tables have turned Gilmore.

Author: Sancia Chislaine aka Angel Moon Princess

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: I don't own The Gilmore Girls series nor am I in anyway affiliated with the TV show or characters.This disclaimer is meant for the entire story.

Chapter Three:

"Rory get your lazy butt up or you'll be late for school," Lorelai called.

"I don't want to go school," Rory sat on her bed her arms folded across her chest.

"Rory Gilmore? The Rory Gilmore doesn't wanna go to school? This kid really did a number on you," Lorelai said as she looked at Rory in astonishment.

Rory got off her bed realizing that it was stupid to resist what was inevitably meant to happen. If she didn't go to school today she would have to go tomorrow or the day after that and from the looks of things Lorelai wasn't going to let her stay home on any of those days.

Rory went to the shower and for the first time she noticed how soothing the hot water felt on her delicate back. She let it stroke her brown locks and felt the warm sensation hit her soft skin. Before she could even step out of the shower she heard her mother calling her from downstairs asking if she had gotten lost. Rory laughed and wrapped herself in her fluffy towel and headed back to her room.

She dressed herself quickly and walked to her mother who was conveniently in the kitchen. Lorelai handed her a cup of coffee and they both sat at the table and stared at each other for a while until Rory noticed what time it was.

"Oh, I'm going to be late!" she exclaimed as she stood up to gather her book bag.

Lorelai looked at her daughter's appearance. Although Rory looked rather exhausted she still looked amazingly beautiful. He wet hair gently lay limp on her slender shoulders and her usually tan face looked completely flushed. Rory might not have noticed her reflection in the mirror this morning but Lorelai knew that she would draw the unwanted attention from a certain boy that she knew had always had an eye on her daughter.

"Bye Rory. I hope you enjoy your day but I do have a feeling that you won't be able to hide," Lorelai had a small smirk on her face knowing that when Rory got home that afternoon she would have figured out what she had meant.

"What are you talking about?" Rory asked.

"Shoo, shoo, you'll be late for school."

"I wish I didn't have to go at all," Rory muttered to herself but Lorelai heard her and pushed her out the door.

Thirty minutes later Rory hurried to her locker, head down and refusing to look at anyone in fear of seeing the only person that she didn't want to. She gave out a sigh of relief as she made it to her locker without any complications. She smelt the rich aroma of coffee and she instantly craved some since she had only had one cup that morning. She pulled her locker open and the scent hit her like a brick wall. On top of all her books stood a large cup with a neatly placed note next to it.

Rory,

Thought you might need this.

Rory didn't care who had put the soothing liquid in her locker all she knew was that it smelt too good for anything to be wrong with it. She gobbled it down in three large mouthfuls. How could anything taste so good? It even gave Luke's coffee a challenge, she thought as she walked to the garbage can that was only a few feet away to throw out the cup that was no longer of use but not before she tore the note off delicately and placed it in her pocket.

Rory returned to her locker to get her books. She looked for anything else that might give her a clue as to who might have placed the coffee there but the intention was lost when her face lost all color as someone tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around slowly to see Paris.

"Don't look so relieved," Paris said emotionlessly.

Rory stood there happy that it was Paris, she imagined if it had been Tristan however with his trademark smirk plastered across his gorgeous face. She thought of how it would play out in her head. She would say something and he would reply with an equally sarcastic statement that would make her blush and then later on she would kick herself for it.

"Hello to you to," she said.

Paris just looked at her and slowly smiled.

Rory remembered that English was her first period class and after yesterday's event with her new teacher she didn't want to take the chance of being even a minute late so she just smiled at Paris and they started to walk down the hall way together.

Everyone turned back when Tristan entered the room. Girls all over the classroom swooned; the boys got up from their seat and called out to him. Tristan had missed this at Military school. He felt like he was where he belonged. Not too long after he had been acquainted with everyone in the room he saw Rory walk in. A horror-struck look plastered on her beautiful face. Her head shot up and saw him looking at her.

"You're in my class?" Rory stammered out.

"Looks like it," he replied.

Before the conversation could take another turn a very stern looking elderly woman stepped into the classroom and everyone but Tristan rushed to their seats.

"Well, aren't you going to have a seat?" Mrs. Perelman asked.

"I don't seem to have one yet Ma'am," Tristan replied. Everyone in the classroom shot their heads back to look at him. 'Did he just use the word ma'am in a sentence?' seemed to run through their minds.

"Oh yes. You're the new DuGrey boy. Headmaster Charleston told me about you, I think I'll keep you as close as possible. Wouldn't want you causing any trouble. Madeline why don't you take the seat next to Mister Duncan and young man you can sit behind Miss Gilmore."

Rory sunk into her chair. 'Why me?' she asked herself. 'It's bad enough that he's back and he's in my class but does he have to sit behind me? I mean come on. Somebody in hell must want to see me suffer.'

"Thanks," Tristan said politely as he took his seat.

Rory looked across to see Paris with a grin on her face. Paris had this strange theory that Tristan was madly in love with Rory and to Rory's amusement she remembered the day that Paris had voiced her opinion.

Flashback

Rory was spending the night at Paris's house, they were working on a History project that was worth 50 percent of their class grade and Rory lay stretched out on the floor as Paris stood pacing around the room thinking about another sentence that would make her paper a little more interesting and cross the five hundred word limit.

"You know, walking around like that isn't very helpful," Rory said as Paris dropped her pencil.

"I can't think of anything else to write," Paris complained.

"Well maybe we could take a break. Let's get some coffee," Rory suggested.

"You know that stuff could send you to an early grave. I had this aunt that drank so much of that stuff that it clogged up her arteries."

"You sound just like Luke but I think I'll take my chances," Rory laughed.

"Fine. I'll go get the maid to make you some. Why don't you wait in the living room? Its two doors down on the left after you walk down the stairs. I don't think anyone is in there."

Rory walked down the stairs with Paris but she was left by herself to find the living room. As soon as she entered the huge room she noticed that two men were sitting across from each other discussing what sounded like the stock market.

"Oh I'm sorry. Paris told me to wait here," Rory said flushed from the embarrassment of having walked in on the two strangers.

Just then Paris entered the room holding a cup of coffee and a can of soda. She noticed that Rory was babbling and quickly said, "Oh Rory I see you've met my dad and Mr. DuGrey."

Rory flushed even more at the sound of 'DuGrey', Paris noticed though and said something to her father about them going back to her room since it wouldn't be wise to waste anymore time.

They both headed back to Paris' room and as soon as the door closed Paris said, "So what do you think of Mr. DuGrey and my dad?"

"My mom would totally call them stereotypical if she had walked in on their convo," Rory laughed, "Is that Tristan's dad?" she questioned as an after statement.

"Yeah," Paris answered. "I should have told him that this was Tristan's true love standing in front of him," Paris joked.

"What are you talking about?" Rory asked.

"Oh like you don't know that Tristan is in love with you," Paris grinned as she noticed the blush on Rory's cheek.

"Paris would you stop. Why would anyone ever think something so absurd, Tristan and I can't even have an entire conversation without one of us getting too heated and wanting to rip the other one's throat out."

"Uh huh. I think you confuse him so he just uses the only other way he knows of to get your attention. I must say it's not a good way but at least he can make you feel some emotion at the mention of his last name. It's not how most people would react to the mention of a DuGrey but hey, atleast some emotions stir," Paris stated matter-of-factly.

"Paris, I've never heard anything as stupid as this in my entire life and if I do say so myself I live with Lorelai and she can say some pretty silly things."

End of flashback

Rory was pushed back into reality when the bell rung. She walked out the classroom without even looking up just once and hurried to her locker and pulled out a chemistry book. She hurried to her second period class to be greeted at the door by Clai Johnson, her newest best friend at Chilton.

Clai was Madeline's boy friend, they had gotten together at one of Louise's extravagant parties last year since Rory and Clai had several classes together and Madeline had asked her to put in a good word for her. Rory had to admit that after getting to know Clai she didn't really think that he was Madeline's type but she was proven wrong when they had started dating.

"So Gilmore how was your day so far? Madeline told me the whole story last night about that boy; I can't even remember his name because she kept on going on about how hot he was. Should I be jealous? I can't believe someone could be such an ass," Clai rambled as he and Rory approached their seats.

"Believe me, you have no idea. He's in my English class so far," Rory said, "But for some strange reason he had to sit behind me. I hate that new English woman. And you won't believe it but Bible Boy actually didn't say a word to me at all."

"Wow hold up what's a Bible Boy and who sat behind you and does Maddy like this kid?" Clai asked in confusion.

"Every girl at Chilton has had some kind of crush on Tristan. My mom and I call him Bible Boy because at one point he called me Mary and that damn English teacher made him sit behind me," she clarified.

"So every girl at Chilton had a crush on him eh?" Clai asked with a smirk on his face because when Rory had said every girl he had implied that she did to.

"Every girl but me of course, that boy is just so annoying. I think I need coffee!"

"Well now I see Maddy didn't exaggerate things like she normally would," Clai laughed, "Hey at least he's not in this class."

No sooner had Clai said that, she saw Tristan walk into the class. "Spoke too soon."

"So that's him huh?" Clai joked, "I think this class just turned into something I'll be looking forward to everyday."

"Real funny," Rory replied sarcastically.

At that moment she wished she could just become invisible. She saw Tristan walking toward her and she knew that he was going to say something to her to make up for what he had missed earlier but what surprised her however was that he just walked past her. No comment, no nothing, not even so much as his trademark smirk, Tristan just ignored her and took a seat at the table on her right.

The day proceeded on and in every single one of Rory's classes she was met by Tristan. She couldn't believe it, it was as if some screwed up witch had cast a spell and jinxed her for life. Damn that Sabrina! She couldn't wait for the day to end, she would go home and lie on the couch and tell Lorelai everything. Her day wasn't as bad as she had expected but it was still rather annoying to have him in every single one of her classes and what intrigued her most was, although he was there he never made an attempt to recognize her or even try to talk to her. She had to admit that it did bother her but then again maybe it was better this way. The bell rung and Rory headed for the door.

"Hold up there!"

"What? Oh Paris, what's the matter?"

"Again why do you look so relieved? Expecting someone else I see. You know I think you" Paris was cut off by Rory.

"Is there some reason that you're standing here rambling about something?" Rory asked coldly.

"Wow attitude. Damn Gilmore that's my job. Anyway we have a meeting today but since you rushed out of all our classes together I never got a chance to tell you," Paris laughed.

Rory let out a sigh, "Ok Paris. I'll see you there. Let me just put my books in my locker."

A/N: This chapter along with every other before chapter 11 has been revised. If you have read this before nothing has changed except for the fact that I fixed most of the errors. Feel free to review and tell me if you hated it or loved it.