Thursday night Rory changed into a jean skirt and a navy blue halter top while Paris slipped into faded jeans and a black tank top. As soon as they got ready they left the dorm and started walking towardAaron's party using the directions Tristan had given them over the phone earlier that day.
A half an hour later they walked up the steps that led to a white house a few blocks away from Yale University. Rory knocked on the door and smiled when a boy with short, black hair opened the door. The boy stepped out of the way and opened the door a little wider to allow Paris and Rory room to get inside. They both walked in past him and into the living room where most of the party goers seemed to be.
Rory spotted Tristan and started to walk over when Paris grabbed her arm to stop her. Rory turned questioning eyes toward Paris's face. She saw the anger in Paris's eyes and followed the direction of Paris's gaze. Across the room, sitting on the couch was Eric, making out with a girl who was definitely not Paris. Paris started walking quickly toward him, Rory was behind Paris and when Tristan saw what was going on he followed quickly behind Rory. Paris stopped in front of the couch and grabbed the girl's hair. The girl screamed as Paris pulled her away from Eric. Tristan stood back a little, his mouth opened in shock. Paris threw the girl to the ground and stared down at Eric. Eric stood up and stared at Paris, a surprised expression on his face.
"Paris, I didn't think we we're actually together," Eric said, sweetly. Paris rolled her eyes and stepped closer to him. Jordan and Aaron had ran over and we're watching from either side of Tristan.
"Oh well, then I guess that makes it alright," Paris said, smiling, "Don't you think?" Eric smiled and nodded.
"Yeah. I thi...," Eric started, not getting to finish when Paris stepped forward and kneed him. Eric fell to his knees on the floor. Paris glared down at him.
"Glad we agree," Paris said before turning around and smiling at Rory and Tristan like nothing had happened, "So, where can I get a drink?"
Jordan turned and watched Paris walk away, still in shock from what he had just seen. Tristan turned to his friend and laughed when he saw the expression on his face.
"You weren't kidding," Jordan said. Aaron laughed.
"You look like you could use a drink," Aaron said, smirking as he walked with Tristan and Jordan into the kitchen to talk to Rory and Paris and get a drink. Jordan walked over and smiled at Paris as he got a drink and jumped up on the counter. He opened his drink as Tristan and Aaron got there own. Tristan turned to Paris and Rory.
"Paris, Rory," Tristan stated before turning toward Jordan and Aaron, "This is Jordan and Aaron." Paris nodded.
"Hi," Rory said, smiling past Tristan to the other two boys. Jordan nodded, watching Paris as he took a sip of his drink.
"Hey," Aaron said, walking past Tristan and sticking his hand out for Rory to shake. Rory shook Aaron's hand and leaned against the wall with Paris, noticing how closely Jordan was watching Paris at the exact same time that Tristan did. Tristan cleared his throat.
"So, are you going to Lorelai's wedding?" Tristan asked, directing his question toward Paris. Paris nodded.
"Yeah," Paris said, smiling at Rory as she continued, "I heard you we're too." Jordan and Aaron smirked as they looked back and forth between Rory and Tristan.
"Yeah," Tristan said, winking at Rory, "I'm going to go so the daughter won't be dateless." Rory smiled and rolled her eyes.
"I could surely find someone else to dance with," Rory said, winking at Tristan. Jordan jumped down off the counter and walked a little closer to Paris.
"You want to come dance with me," Jordan asked, smiling at Paris. Paris smiled at him and glanced quickly at Rory before taking Jordan's hand and letting him lead her into the living room.
Paris smiled at Jordan as she slipped her arms around his neck. He was cute. Not as incredibly hot as Eric was but still cute. Paris sighed, enjoying the tingling feeling she felt when Jordan placed his hands lightly on her waist. Jordan smiled down at her.
"So, Tristan said he knew you and Rory at Chilton," Jordan said, speaking up a little to be heard over the music.
"Yeah," Paris said, nodding, "I've known him since kindergarten." Jordan frowned.
"I didn't know Chilton taught elementary," Jordan said, making Paris smile again.
"Actually they do, it's just in a completely different location than the high school," Paris replied, liking the fact that he actually asked her questions unlike most of the guys she met who ended up making her do all the talking.
"Where did you go to school?" Paris asked, looking up at him and waiting patiently for his reply.
"I went to a public school in town here, actually," Jordan said, "I was never smart enough to get into a school like Chilton." Paris smiled and began rubbing the back of his neck with her fingertips as the song continued. She could tell by the look in his eyes that he liked it.
"You we're smart enough to get into a university like Yale," Paris said, making Jordan's smile widen, "Did you meet Tristan here?"
"No, I actually met him at military school," Jordan said, wishing for a second that he hadn't said anything.
"Really? Why did you have to go there?" Paris asked. Jordan smiled, relieved that she wasn't running off now that she knew he had been into some kind of trouble.
"I just kept getting into trouble. You know, getting drunk, driving drunk, staying out all night, getting into fights," Jordan said, "My dad got tired of having to go to the police station for me and just sent me to military school."
"What about Aaron?" Paris asked, curiously, "was he in military school too?" Jordan laughed and shook his head.
"No, Aaron does whatever his parents ask him to," Jordan replied, "If they ever found out about him drinking they would flip out." Paris smiled and stepped away from Jordan as the song ended.
"Thanks," Paris said. Jordan took her hand and started leading her back toward Rory, Aaron and Tristan.
"My pleasure," Jordan replied, not noticing the smile on Paris's face at his words.