Rory smiled as she fumbled for her dorm key. Logan, surprisingly, had been a perfectly sober gentleman for the rest of the car ride

'I guess I shouldn't be surprised, he has had a lot of practice with alcohol,' Rory thought as she unlocked the door.

"Oh, your home" Paris said coldly.

"Yes" Rory said warily.

"Well you can just go to your room to celebrate then, because this room is occupied by wallowers only." Paris turned back to the small group of girls on the couch.

"Wallowers? Only I wallow, you don't wallow; you're Paris. Who are these people anyways, and why are they here at such a late hour?"

"These are my friends, and I didn't see a paten by the word 'wallow' in the dictionary. Anybody can wallow if they want to," Paris fumed as she moved back to join her small circle of friends.

"Why are you wal..." Rory faded off as realization hit her, "Oh no, Paris I am so sorry. I didn't ask to be editor, really. I didn't mean to hurt you. I am so sorry"

"Fine, whatever. Goodnight." Paris turned back to her 'friends' and Rory walked into her room.

"I cannot believe her," Paris said coldly and the rest nodded in agreement.

"Isn't she the one that has that slutty mom?" a blond slouched in an armchair asked.

"Yeah, she had her at sixteen. I heard about that. Such a disgrace. How could you even live with yourself?" a leggy redhead said from the couch.

"Her whole family is odd, but Rory is just...just..." Paris began

Paris
Look at me, I'm Rory G.
Lousy with virginity
Won't go to bed 'til legally wed
I can't, I'm Rory G.

Watch it! Hey I'm Mommy G.
I was not brought up that way
Won't come across,
Even Chris Hayden lost
His heart to Mommy G.

I don't drink
Or swear
I won't rat my hair
I get ill from one cigarette
Keep your filthy paws
Off my silky draws
Would you pull that crap with Annette?

As for you Logan Huntzberger,
I know what you wanna do
You got your crust
I'm no object of lust
I'm just plain Rory G.

Tristan, Tristan, let me be!
Keep that pelvis far from me!
Just keep your cool
Now your starting to drool
Hey you fool, I'm Rory G!

The girls cracked up laughing at Paris' antics. Rory could hear them through her bedroom door. She fumed, clenched her teeth, and restrained herself from stomping into the living room.

'How could she say that? I didn't ask to be editor. I can't help it if everybody hates her. That was so rude, the way she talked about mom, and what did she mean about Logan? He's my best friend, but Tristan's my boyfriend. Oh, Tristan!' Rory mumbled to herself, sighing.

Rory jumped up from her bed and ran over to her desk, searching for the small slip of paper that meant so much.

Rory sifted through her large stack of mail, and finally found what she was looking for. She pulled out the letter and went over to sit on her bed. It was her monthly letter from Tristan, who was away at military school. Rory had loved Tristan for along time, since high school in fact. Rory wasn't to upset about the long distance relationship thing. He always wrote her and visited at every break. Soon his term at military school would be up, and she had a suspicion that he was going to ask her to marry him. Rory sunk back on her bed without even opening the letter, all angry thoughts of Paris pushed out of her mind by love.

Rory smiled and looked down at the letter. Her jaw dropped when she read what it said. Rory stood in shock reading the letter over and over. She couldn't believe it. She ran through the words again.

"Mary, I'm really sorry, but I can't do this anymore. You know how much I love you, but a man can't change his nature. This long distance thing isn't working out for a player like me. I'm sorry, but I can't help it, I like girls. I have a confession. I already cheated on you with three local girls since I saw you last. I feel like a horrible person, but I truly am sorry. I hope that if we ever meet in the future, that we can be friends. -Tristan

Rory fell back on the bed, still shocked. She must have fallen asleep because this was the way Lane found her the next morning.