Chapter 17: The Truth Exposed
"Mr. Medina, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" Headmaster Charleston said looking up from his desk.
Max nervously took a seat. "There's something that I think you should know.
The headmaster nodded.
"As you know, I'm married. Actually, years ago my wife Lorelai was a student here at Chilton. In fact, you probably know her parents. Richard and Emily Gilmore."
The headmaster nodded in surprise.
"In that case, you probably know that she got pregnant when she was only 16. Her daughter was supposedly kidnapped."
"Supposedly?"
"In actuality, Emily Gilmore sold her granddaughter."
"Sold? Are you positive?"
"Yes."
"I'm still not sure what this has to do with Chilton."
"Lorelai's daughter is a student here."
"Who?"
"Heather Danes."
"Did her father.."
"No, Luke was not the one who took the money. That was the woman who abandoned her and left her to die."
"Does Heather know?"
"Yes, she does. And now Paris Gellar has found out and..."
"She intends on blabbing it to the entire school. This is a very serious situation indeed. We must handle this carefully. I have an idea. However, in case it doesn't work, I'm going to call a meeting of all the teachers in the school to discuss the situation"
Headmaster Charleston then filled Max in on his plan. Later that morning, they began to put the plan in motion...
First, they called a meeting with all the teachers and explained the situation to them. Next, Headmaster Charleston called Paris into his office in hopes of trying to talk some sense into her.
Paris had been sitting in Mr. Medina's English class when she had gotten the note to go see the headmaster. As she walked out she gave Heather and Max a smug smile. She had no doubt what this was about. They were hoping to stop her from blabbing Heather's secret to the whole school. Fat chance, she laughed to herself. Finally, she arrived at the headmaster's door and was immediately shown in.
"Ms. Gellar, I'm so glad you could make it. Please sit down."
Paris sat down with a smug confident smile on her face.
"I assume you know why you are here?"
"Headmaster Charleston, I just think the school has a right to know the truth."
"A right to know the truth Ms. Gellar. Somehow I think it would be slightly different if the situations were reversed, wouldn't it, Ms. Gellar?"
"I have nothing to hide."
"Is that so Ms. Gellar?"
Paris nodded, confidently.
"Our maid plays racketball with your parent's maid. Were you aware of that Ms. Gellar?"
Paris shook her head.
"Your parent's maid is rather chatty, isn't she?"
Paris nodded weakly.
"So's our maid. And you wouldn't believe the stories she's told us. Sometimes our maid talks a bit too much. However, Ms. Gellar we never would have imagined how handy that talent would come to be. Are you catching my drift, Ms. Gellar?"
"Perfectly clear."
"Terrific. Then you know what to do Ms. Gellar."
"I'll keep my mouth shut."
"Wonderful, Ms. Gellar. I'm so glad we had a chance to have this conversation."
Paris walked furiously out of the headmaster's office and almost ran directly into Logan Huntzberger.
"Hey Paris," Logan smiled smugly.
"What do you want?"
"For the record, I know all about Rory and I have no intention of leaving her any time soon. I've come to care very deeply for her."
Paris watched in anger as Logan walked away with a huge smile on his face.