Chapter 16: Paris' Revenge
"Morning sleepyhead."
"Morning Dad."
Heather wandered sleepily into the diner late one Saturday morning.
"So what do you have planned for today?"
"I have to take the bus into Hartford to meet with a study group—we're doing a presentation for our government class next week."
"What's the subject?"
"The corruption of modern politics."
"Sounds fascinating. So, are you making any friends at Chilton? I mean other than Logan."
"Dad, I'm fine. It's just… they're not really my kind of people… They're..."
"Snobs?"
"Well, I was going to put it a little differently. But yeah."
"But are you enjoying school?"
"Yes, Dad I'm enjoying school."
"You'd tell me if you weren't?"
Heather rolled her eyes. "Dad, I have to go now to catch the bus."
Luke gave his daughter a kiss goodbye…
Meanwhile at Chilton….
"Madeline, Louise I got it!" Paris Gellar said to them, practically skipping into the empty classroom.
"Got what?" Louise said with little interest as she sat and filed her nails.
"The goods on Heather Danes."
"What are you taking about Paris?" Madeline replied.
Madeline and Louise were getting sick of Paris' obsession with exposing Heather Danes. In truth, Paris was jealous of Heather. Paris always had to be the best at everything, to excel at everything. She wasn't used to competition and that's exactly what Heather Danes represented—competition. Heather was prettier, she excelled in her classes, and her teachers loved her. Worse, Heather had managed to land the most eligible bachelor at Chilton—Logan Huntzberger. In that one respect, Madeline and Louise were indeed jealous of Heather—she had landed a hunk. The rest didn't bother them and they were sick of Paris' constant obsession.
"Guess what I found out?"
"What?"
"So I was doing a little digging into Heather's past—trying to see if there were any skeletons in her closet. So I went to Stars Hollow…"
"Why?" Louise asked blankly.
"That's where she's from moron. Anyway, I met this really talkative woman named Babette. She told me the whole story. Heather's so-called father found her abandoned in the middle of the gazebo in town in the middle of winter."
"Paris, wouldn't that get her sympathy?"
"Bear with me Madeline. So…"
Paris proceeded to tell them the rest of the story about Heather's past and how her own grandmother had sold her. Finally, she concluded her story triumphantly. "So what do you think?"
Madeline and Louise said nothing.
"Don't you see when all this comes out, there's no way that she'll ever be able to show her face again—she'll be so humiliated. Actually, I wouldn't be surprised if Logan Huntzberger dumps her faster than…"
At that moment, Heather walked through the door. Heather immediately sensed the sudden silence.
"Hi Heather, how are you?" Paris said with a smug smile on her face.
"I'm fine and you?" Heather replied suspiciously.
"Listen, I thought you should know. I know everything about you and I intend on telling the whole school on Monday."
"What do you exactly intend on telling them?"
"What do you think Lorelai Leigh Gilmore Heather Danes or whatever your name is?"
Paris sat back and smiled with her arms smugly folded.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Sure you do Rory."
Heather took a deep breath, desperately trying to maintain her composure. Heather did her best to ignore Paris while they prepared their presentation for Monday. Finally, she was able to escape.
A short while later….
Heather double checked the address and knocked on the door. Lorelai opened the door. "Heather, what a surprise. Please come in."
Heather followed her into the apartment. "You'll have to excuse the mess I've never been much of a housekeeper and… Heather what's wrong?"
"They know."
"Who knows?"
"This girl from school and soon the whole school will know everything."
"Don't worry, we'll figure this out I promise. We'll figure it out." Lorelai took her daughter into her arms...