Chapter 2: Escape
"Hey, man. So, are you ready for the party tonight?"
"Always ready! Fin, did you get all the necessary supplies?"
"Oh, sugar, when it comes to dear, precious alcohol, I am always ready!"
"Fin! Stop calling me "sugar"! I'm not gay!"
And so it went on. These boys have been best friends for a while: RJ, Fin, Logan Tristan and Collin, the five most beloved people in the school. RJ had brown hair and stunning blue eyes that all the girls got lost in. Fin… well, Fin was simply exotic. Logan was a blond-haired, brown-eyed, rich playboy. Tristan was also blond, but with blue eyes and a reputation among the girls that was even greater than Logan's. Collin was the brains of the group, the organizer of everything, and the one who kept the other four in line.
Currently, they were walking down the hallway of Chilton Boarding Academy, planning yet another party.
"So, guy, let's go find us some… OW!" RJ screamed when a girl bumped into him. Her books had fallen, and she was currently hunched on the floor in front of him picking everything up. Two suitcases stood by hear.
"I am so sorry! I really wasn't watching where I was going… I was looking down at this map to try to figure out where the hell my room is…" she stopped as she looked up at RJ.
"Rory?" screamed RJ. Rory quickly dropped the books she had gathered and jumped straight into RJ's arms.
"What the hell are you doing here and… oh my god! Happy birthday! Did…"
"No, they forgot again. I just… I got sick of it. And I missed you, of course"
"So you're going to school here now?"
Rory nodded her head
"Do the parents know where you are…?"
"Um… I don't think they ever realized that I'm missing…"
RJ pulled Rory into a tight hug. The two kids stood there, holding each other, until somebody behind them coughed. Rory jumped out of RJ's embrace and saw the four guys for the first time today."
"Oh, sorry guys. This is my sister Rory. Rory, these are Finn, Collin, Tristan, and Logan."
"What beautiful eyes, doll! They don't happen to come with a number, do they?" said Finn, kissing her hand and making Rory blush.
"Fin! No hitting on my baby sister!"
"Hey, I'm only younger by three years!"
"Exactly. You are my baby sister. Anyways, Rory, where are you staying?" asked RJ.
"Uh… room 3207… I was just trying to find it…"
"Oh, I know where that room is!" smirked Tristan. "That's my girlfriend's room. You must be her new roommate."
So the five boys grabbed Rory's bags and books and led her to her new home.
On the way, Logan spoke to her for the first time:
"So, Rory, you up for a party tonight? We're throwing one in my, Tristan, and RJ's room."
"Well… I don't know… I mean…"
"Rory, think of this as a late birthday party!" said RJ.
"Uh…" She was about to say that she had a lot of catching up to do, but then she stopped. This was, after all, what she had gone to Hartford for. "Sure, why not," she heard herself saying.
"Wonderful!" said Finn. "It's at 7, right down this hall. Follow your ears and your nose!"
"Finn, only your nose can detect alcohol from a mile away," joked Collin.
By this time, the group had already reached room 3207. Tristan knocked on the door and pushed Rory forward. A bubbly blonde opened the door.
"There you are! Oh… and I see you guys have met her already… How many times did each one of them hit on you today? Especially RJ. Whatch that one. His hands have a way of straying to certain places they are not necessarily welcome near."
Rory blushed, "well, since he's my brother, I think I'm okay…"
"Oh! Really? Wow, how did I not put the two together? Oh! How incredibly rude of me! I'm Stephanie Vanderbilt."
"I'm…"
"Rory Gilmore, I know!" interrupted Stephanie.
Seeing that the guys were still standing there, Stephanie shouted, "alright, show is over boys!" Check her out one last time. Ms. Gilmore and I have some getting ready to do for the party tonight! You're going, right?" she asked, turning towards Rory.
"Yeah"
"Wonderful! Let the fun begin!"
When the boys finally said their goodbyes and left, and when Rory's stuff was dumped into her new room, Stephanie barged in and attacked her suitcases.
"Hmm, now, let's see what you will wear tonight…"
Two hours and a full makeover later, Rory was squeaky clean and staring in the mirror. Her makeup was done perfectly, from the minimum amount of dark blue eyeliner to a bit of mascara to make her eyelashes even fuller, to the rosy tint on her cheeks and to the colorless lipgloss on her lips. Her hair was curled and down, falling loosely around her face. Her outfit was the problem.
"Do I really have to wear this?" she wined for the tenth time that hour.
"Look at you! They boys' jaws will drop! Well… hopefully not Tristan's, or I'd have to smack him… But sweetie! You are beautiful in this!"
"Yeah, but… but it barely covers anything!"
Rory was wearing a white tubetop and a preppy, brown mini skirt. Definitely not something that her parents would approve of.
Rory liked this. She liked this freedom to be able to wear whatever she wanted and not be yelled at. Sure, she felt a little uncomfortable in what she was wearing, but the rebellious side of her took over and, grinning at Stephanie, Rory grabbed her purse.
"Let's go?"
"Finally! I thought you were going to stare at your pretty self for another hour! Your face was becoming scrunched up, and I started worrying that I will have to apply some anti-wrinkle makeup!"
As Stephanie was rambling on about the evils of wrinkles, the two girls walked down the hallway to the boys' room. Music and screams could be heard all the way at the other end of the hallway.
Taking a deep breath, Rory stepped into the loud room. Aware of the looks she was getting, Rory followed Stephanie to the bar.
"Rory, doll, you came!" came a slightly-slurred exclamation from the oh-so-exotic Finn. "Let me say, love, I definitely like what you are wearing!"
Blushing, Rory decided to live a little. This was, after all, her "sticking it" to the parents. Quickly, before her head would tell her otherwise, Rory grabbed the cup that Finn was drinking from and downed the liquid in it. Her throat burnt a little, but with that drink came the much-needed courage.
Finn was staring at her, mouth agape.
"You… you… you…"
"Wow, Finn, how much alcohol did you have to no be able to make full sentences?" joked Rory
"You… you… you stole my drink!"
"Oh, that was your drink?" asked Rory, making her best innocent face.
"Oh no you didn't, Gilmore! Watch out!" screamed Finn and started towards her. Rory squealed and ran away from him. The chase continued for another three minutes, until Finn finally tackled Rory to the ground, straddled her, and started mercilessly tickling her. Everyone at the party was laughing at the site.
Unbeknown to both parties, Logan stood off to the side and stared at them. God, she is beautiful, thought Logan. Why does she have to be RJ's sister?
AN: the shirt that Rory is wearing is in my profile
And thanks for all the reviews. I really didn't expect so much positive feedback. This is my first story, and honestly, I suck at writing. But I'm trying my best because I really like this idea!
Oh, and this is a Rogan, guys. Sorry to all the Trory fans…
