The Escort
Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls it is owned by the CW/WB and Amy Sherman-Palladino. Some of the dialogue from this chapter is from the Gilmore Girls episode 5.09 "Not as Cute as Pushkin" which does not belong to me.
Chapter 6: The Wonderful World of Yale
Rory Gilmore-Hayden was having a good day. She had had three cups of coffee, gotten an A on her Ethics paper, and had (note: successfully) avoided Logan Huntzberger since her grandparents Yale alumni dinner. She felt quite pleased with herself.
She was hoping for her good mood to continue for the rest of the day, however when she opened the door to her dorm she was met with the sight of Paris and her life-coach Terrence.
"I don't agree. I have classes all day long," said Paris
"You're living in a fantasy world and I hear you protesting," replied Terrence in a patient manner.
"I've got a double major of poli-sci and bio-chem, Terrence!" replied an angry Paris.
"I see you over-scheduling," came the calm reply.
Rory walked through the room saying, "Sorry, I'm just getting water here."
"Paris, you're not yelling at me, you're yelling at the world," said Terrence to his client
"I'm not yelling at all. This is the natural register of my voice," came the vehement response.
The life coach simply tutted and advised, "It's the register of a timid little girl who is not putting herself out there."
Paris looked down her nose at the man and replied, "I am putting myself out there!"
"Why are you arguing with Terrence? Why?"
The exasperated reply came forth with, "Look. I know I haven't dated lately, but Asher was particularly important to me."
Rory decided now was the time to ask her question. "Hey Paris, I can't find my notebook? The black one with all the yellow notes in it." She didn't get a response back, so she decided to hide in her room.
It was odd living with Paris, but it was worse when her life-coach was involved. Rory did not understand why Paris didn't go see a therapist and keep her personal problems between her and a certified medical personnel. Rory didn't mind listening to Paris rant, but when it sometimes involved the entirety of Brantford College, then Rory just felt embarrassed as she felt Paris was making a spectacle of herself.
Rory noticed a note on her bed and had no idea what it was. She went out in the living room. "Hey Paris, what's this? Is this a message from Headmaster Charleston? When did Headmaster
Charleston call?"
"Earlier," came the terse reply.
"And you didn't tell me?" asked Rory angrily as she pulled out her cellphone and dialed.
"I'm in session," yelled Paris before going back to her argument with Terrance.
Rory could only roll her eyes and walk back into her room. "Hello, Headmaster Charleston, this is Rory Gilmore. I'm sorry it took so long to call you back; I just got your message. So, um, how are you?"
"I'm very well. How are you enjoying Yale?" asked the Headmaster.
Rory smiled and replied easily, "I love it!"
"Is it everything you thought it would be?"
"It's nothing like I thought it would be, it's better actually," said Rory answering honestly.
"I have no doubt. Now, I am calling because we often ask a former Chilton student to host a prospective Yale student for a couple of days. Show them around, let them observe classes, campus life, that sort of thing. I was wondering if you'd be interested," asked the Headmaster tentatively.
"Me?" questioned Rory.
"Yes, this is an incredibly special young lady. Bright, focused, quietly determined. She reminds me a great deal of you."
"Thank you."
"I assume you haven't changed."
Rory really had to think about that question before answering. "Well, I've upgraded the wardrobe a little bit, but I'm basically still me."
The Headmaster chuckled. "Excellent. Then I hope you'll consider accepting. I know your workload must be substantial."
"That's okay. I can handle it."
"So, I can take that as a yes?"
"Yes. Take it as a yes. And thank you, I'm honored."
"Her name is Anna Fairchild. She's sixteen years old and she'll be arriving Monday morning at nine o'clock. Does that work for you?" said the Headmaster.
"That works perfectly," said Rory. The Headmaster and Rory worked out the details, but all she could think about was what an honour it was to be chosen. All thoughts of Logan were forgotten for the moment.
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Rory and Lorelai were currently sitting in the Elder Gilmores' parlour for Friday Night Dinner. Christopher was out of town for business and Gigi was spending the night with Sookie and Davey. It was like old times once again.
"Well this is a big honour, you know. Bitty Charleston was telling me the Headmaster only chooses the worthiest of Chilton Alumni," said a giddy Emily Gilmore. Anytime Emily could brag about either one of her grandchildren she was over the moon.
"Oh, I know, Grandma. I'm going to do my best to make sure Anna has a wonderful time at Yale," said Rory smiling at her grandparents.
"Well, have you thought about what kinds of things you'd like to show her?" asked Richard. He was always proud and pleased any time Yale or his granddaughters came up.
"Well, she'll go to all of my classes with me, of course. And then I thought she'd go to the paper with me and then I thought maybe a trip to the Beinecke Rare Book and Manuscript library," Rory eagerly replied.
"Oh, you're going to show her the Gutenberg," Richard excitedly replied.
"Steve?" came Lorelai's cheeky reply.
"The Bible. Honestly, Lorelai," came Emily's exasperated reply.
Lorelai sipped her cocktail and smiled into it. She still loved getting in her quick retorts. Sometimes that's all that got her through the dinners when Chris was travelling. She needed her husband back so he could enjoy her quips.
"Then I was torn between taking her to the Hewitt Memorial Quadrangle or the Science Center and gymnasium."
"Huh. That is a conundrum," replied a perplexed Richard.
Lorelai looked at both her father and child and could only shake her head. "Yeah, especially since she'll be snoring by then, you'll just be dragging her dead body weight around the campus."
"Lorelai, these things are of great interest to any young person considering attending Yale," said Emily.
"Oh, I am sure. But it wouldn't hurt to maybe throw a little something fun in. I'm not talking a kegger, but just walk her by the crazy drama students yelling "Give me a location" or something like that," came the reply.
"You know, your mother may be right," said Richard with a thoughtful look on his face.
"Who heard that?" crowed Lorelai.
"Well, a good college experience is a well-rounded college experience. It's important for you to show her that Yale students have fun, too. Oh, have her touch the toe!"
"Yeah!"
Lorelai put her beverage down and looked at Rory with an odd look. "Touch the toe?"
"The toe! The statue of Theodore Woolsey. It brings good luck to everyone who touches his feet. And for that reason, he has one left toe that's been rubbed completely shiny."
"Wow, that is fun! Make sure you get a parent consent form for that one."
"Oh, it is so exciting watching you at Yale. Such a wonderful time for me. The people that you meet there will stay with you for the rest of your life, mark my words. Tell me, are you making good friends?" asked Richard slyly.
"Yeah, I have some good friends," said Rory tentatively
"I was pleased to see you reconnecting with Logan Huntzberger. I know he has not been around all that much in recent years. However, Honor has become an honourary member of our family and Logan is always welcomed in our home," said Richard looking at his granddaughter and trying to gauge her feelings.
Rory knew that the topic of Logan would come up with her family. She had banned the topic with her parents, and they respected her privacy enough to let the topic drop. Her grandparents were another story altogether.
Rory cleared her throat before answering quite diplomatically. "Logan is a family friend and I have seen him around campus, but I haven't gotten to catch up with him. He will always be a friend."
Emily looked at her granddaughter and knew not to push any further, but she would get to the bottom of what was happening at Yale between Rory and Logan.
"Shall we eat?"
Rory was relieved. She was the first one to get up and head into the formal dining room. She was so excited to talk to her family about the Chilton student and showing her around Yale that she almost forgot about the topic of Logan. It hurt too much to talk about Logan.
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Rory had to admit that Anna Fairchild reminded her a little bit of herself at that age. Anna was quiet, respectful, and seemed to love college life. Although thus far, showing her around campus was more fun for Rory than it was for Anna.
Rory felt like a professor giving a lecture and Anna the reluctant student. However, Rory knew a place that would make anyone happy...the library. Rory was just in the middle of explaining some fun facts when she was interrupted.
"I just love how everybody's dressed," said Anna suddenly.
"What?" asked Rory
"No uniforms. I love that there's no uniforms. College, to me, means no more uniforms."
"Oh, right. However, wait till you're late for class and it takes you twenty minutes to put together an outfit. Suddenly you'll miss those uniforms."
"How many guys have you dated since you've been here?" probed the youngster.
"Oh, well, none from Yale. Anyhow, the books - are you seeing the books? Everything you'd want to read is right here. Feel it. Feels good, right? Now smell it. Nothing, nothing smells like that."
"I'm sorry, excuse me - did I just see you smell that book?" asked the amused voice of Logan Huntzberger.
Rory froze for just a second. She knew that she would have to speak with him; however, this is not how she pictured it. "Hey, Logan."
"Hey, Ace. Who's your friend?" asked Logan.
"Oh, Anna, this is Logan. Logan, this is Anna, she's from Chilton. I'm showing her around campus."
"Hi," said Anna who seemed to be gazing dreamily at Logan.
"High school? Naw, I woulda sworn you were a college girl," came the reply of the consummate flirt. "So is she showing you a good time?"
"I'm showing her everything important," replied Rory rather vehemently.
"Mm. Good. Make sure she takes you by the pub. Local place, everyone goes there."
"Oh, please? The pub sounds fun," begged Anna before Rory could get in a word edgewise.
"You don't have to drink; they do have coffee. It's a cool scene, make her take you. And Rory, you could always bring a book to sniff!"
"What are you doing in a library anyhow?"
"Got lost. Don't tell anyone I was here, ruin my rep. Anna, it's been a pleasure. Ace, I need a moment of your time," said Logan grabbing a hold of Rory and pulling her off to the side.
Rory had no choice but to go as she was being dragged. When they had a little bit of privacy, she turned to him and glared. "I'm busy right now Logan. Can we do this another time?"
Logan gave her a look that she didn't recognize. "No, we can't do this another time. I've been trying to talk to you since the Yale Alumni party and you haven't been answering my phone calls, texts, or the knocks on your dorm room door."
Rory knew she was being cowardly, but she really didn't have much to say to him. "Why do we need to talk? Nothing happened at the party that needs to be discussed."
"I want to know that you're alright after what happened. I didn't know you were still seeing Dean," said Logan with a neutral look on his face.
"I'm doing as well as can be. We haven't exactly talked...actually talked for a number of years Logan. When would I have gotten a chance to tell you I was seeing Dean?" asked Rory.
Logan looked haunted by something, but he swiftly went back to having a neutral expression. "I know it was my fault that we haven't kept in touch. You are special to me Rory and I really wish I had known you my entire life rather than part of it. I want you to be happy and I don't think Dean ever made you genuinely happy."
"Dean made me happy, but I was trying to hold onto a relationship that passed its expiration date. You need to understand Logan that you don't get to dictate who I get to see. I need to go back to showing Anna around Yale. There isn't anything else we need to talk about," said Rory. She made her way to the curious girl waiting for her. She didn't turn around to look at Logan.
"He's cute," said the bubbly Anna.
"Yes, he is. But not as cute as Pushkin. Right this way, missy," said Rory. Her mood was chipper, but deep down she was cold.
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Rory had reluctantly bowed down to Anna's incessant begging and brought her to the pub. Although she has brought reinforcements as she didn't think she could handle Anna on caffeine.
"Hey," said the familiar voice of Marty.
"Hi, did you just get here? Also do you want a drink?" asked Rory.
"Yes, and Yes," came the happy reply.
Rory turned to the bartender and said, "I'm sorry, could you make that three cappuccinos?"
"So, how's it going?" asked Marty.
"I think I may have overwhelmed Anna. Her hand cramped up about an hour ago, and it's been spasming ever since," said Rory with a hint of worry.
"Yikes! Where is she?"
"She's right over there," said Rory pointing in Anna's general direction.
"Umm…. Rory it seems like she's found some admires," said Marty with a pained expression.
Rory could only sigh and walk over to intercede on what would be a bad decision on Anna's end.
"Rory, Mark and Matthew were just telling me about a great party tonight," replied Anna when Rory approached the table.
"Really, well that was very nice of them. Thank you, Matthew and Mark, was it?"
"That's right," said one of the guys in a flirty manner.
"Well, how biblical. Okay, well, our schedule is completely full at the moment, but if that changes - if things lighten up, or if she suddenly ages two years in the next three hours, then we'll know where to find you. Okay? Bye-bye, now. Bye-bye."
Rory plopped herself down in the chair while watching the two men walk away. Marty came over and sat next to Rory while manoeuvring the 3 coffee cups.
"Rory! Well this is so not fair. You get to talk to boys." whined Anna pointing to Marty.
"That's different. Marty's just a friend. Which is another great thing about college. You learn to have guy friends. Nothing romantic, just a good pal. Those boys are not interested in your friendship, unless the word "friendship" is tattooed on your butt. Now drink your coffee."
Marty could only look on with a dumbstruck expression while all his romantic fantasies about Rory went up in flames.
"I'm going for a refill," said Rory as she got up to head to the bar.
Anna who had seen Marty's reaction to the entire statement turned to him and gave him a sympathetic smile. He looked like someone had kicked his puppy.
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Rory was currently sitting in her favourite philosophy class jotting down notes during pertinent times. She had decided Anna would enjoy this class, but it looked like the girls was falling asleep.
"Hey, pay attention. Professor Bell is one of the foremost philosophy professors in the country," said Rory.
"Oh. Sorry," came Anna's sleepy reply.
"... archetypes bordering on metaphysical?" asked a student.
Professor Bell nodded his head and continued with his lecture "All right. Let's call that close enough. But now, Camel can point to the repetition of the hero myth in culture after culture and say, "Hey Sigmund! Like it or not, here are the same basic characters over and over."
Colin burst into the room, in a hurry, and said "Excuse me, I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
"I'm right in the middle of a class, young man," chastised Professor Bell.
Rory had a sinking feeling as Colin walked towards her with a look of mischief on his face. "I know, I'm sorry. Rory, you can't just walk out like that. Not after everything we've been through."
Rory closed her eyes for a just a second and when she opened them gave Colin her sternest of looks. She didn't know what was happening, but she knew it was going to be disruptive.
"You just left. I was still in bed, I mean, what is that all about?" pleaded the troublemaker as if he were auditioning for the latest TV drama.
Professor Bell tried to take control by saying, "Okay, you need to do this later."
"I can't do this later. Rory, I love you. I love you, damn it. How many times do I have to tell you? God, just talk to me!" came the performance worthy of an Oscar.
Professor Bell looked at Rory to see if she could do something, but then tried to get Colin to get out of the classroom. "Okay, out! Right now, just get-"
Logan came barging into the classroom like he had something to prove "Colin! What are you doing, man?"
"Get the hell out of here!" screamed Colin gesturing angrily.
"She's with me now, I told you that. Let it go," said Logan with some vehemence in his voice.
"I will not let it go!"
"She doesn't love you, Rory, tell him you don't love him!" said Logan bringing everyone's attention to Rory.
Rory could only watch in horror and anger as the drama played out in front of her. She had never been so humiliated.
"Everything was fine until you came along!" shouted Colin, pointing his finger at Logan who was really getting into the play.
"Don't blame me 'cause you couldn't keep her!"
"I swear to God, I'm going to kill you."
"Oh, I'd love to see you try," growled Logan. The entire audience (save for Rory) watched the entire drama unfolding before them as Colin jumped on Logan and wrestled him. Logan decided to grab Colin and throw him on the professor's desk and jumped on top of him.
Professor Bell could only get look on in horror and shouted "Stop it! Stop it right now! Anthony, get security! Stop - break it up! What are you - gentlemen! You are losing control! You are in a
classroom, stop it!"
The entrance of Finn into the classroom, wearing a British police officer's uniform, did not surprise Rory in the least. She felt like it was expected after such a performance.
"All right, that's enough, break it up, you two! Rory Gilmore, you should be ashamed
of yourself. Toying with these boys like this. They used to have pride. They used to have dignity. They used to have balls. Damn it Gilmore, give 'em back their balls!" said Finn while grabbing both Colin and Logan by their collars and leading them out the door.
Rory put her head in her hands and listened to the class giving the melodrama a standing ovation. There was going to be hell to pay. Those boys had no idea what they had done.
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Rory led Anna into the dining hall after an awkward encounter with Paris and Doyle in her dorm. You couldn't unsee Doyle in Paris' robe and Paris, very casually, talking about their sex life.
"Dinner whenever you want, random sex whenever you want, I can't wait to go to college!" said Anna with glee.
Rory could only roll her eyes after listening to Anna's statement. This wasn't the example she wanted to set for Anna, but it seemed like everything that could go wrong, went wrong.
"Ice cream and cereal for dinner!" said Anna with reverence.
Rory grunted and said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, college rocks."
Logan approached the table with some trepidation. "Ladies! How we are doing this fine evening?"
Anna batted her eyelashes and said, "Hi, Logan! We're doing great, you want to join us?"
"Sure. So, dull day, huh?" he asked casually.
"Not for me," said Anna while smiling the whole time.
"Someone's quiet. Do you get the sense that she's mad at me?" asked Logan while trying to making eye contact with Rory but directing his question to Anna.
"Yep," came Anna's peppy reply.
Rory finally decided to say something. "Hey, Anna, why don't you head on over to the Fro-Yo social. You remember where it is, right?"
"Yeah, but I just had three scoops of ice cream."
"Kid, you're in college now, okay? Now go get yourself some yogurt!" said Rory to try to get rid of Anna as soon as possible.
Logan and Rory stay quiet while they watch Anna make her way out of the dining hall and then finally face each other. Rory could only look at Logan with disappointment.
"That's not a good look," said Logan quietly.
Rory exploded "I have no words-"
"It was just a joke!"
"Oh, no, wait. I thought of some. Jerk! Ass, arrogant, inconsiderate, mindless, frat-boy, low-life, butt-faced miscreant!" ranted Rory.
Logan looked at her with the most perplexed look "Butt-faced miscreant!"
"You know how much my classes mean to me Logan! I can't believe you would do something like that and call me out and put me on the spot."
"It was all in good fun Rory! I thought it would give you a good laugh and I wanted to see a smile on your face," said Logan trying to reason with her.
"Do you hear yourself? Do you think I would laugh and have fun with that performance?" Rory asked vehemently.
Logan grabbed her hand before she could move it. "We haven't talked, and I wanted to do something that would catch your attention. I'm sorry about what happened, but if you feel strongly, I can have Mitchum arrange some one-on-one time with Professor Bell."
Rory just stared at Logan and felt utter disappointment. She really saw that he wasn't going to act mature at all. "I'm good as I can arrange my own one-on-one time with Professor Bell. I'm a private person and like to keep my life to myself. We can't seem to connect like we used to and I think you need to figure out what you want and how you want our relationship to play out before you come fully back into my life. You don't get to dictate who I see and who gets time in my life."
Logan felt like he had been punched in the gut as he watched Rory walk out of the dining hall. He should've listened to Colin and found another way to connect with Rory instead of interrupting her class. He looked down at his hands to contemplate his next move.
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Rory walked back to her dorm after tracking down Anna who had gotten into her head to go to a Kegger. Thank god she had found the little brat before she had gone to said party and probably gotten arrested by campus police. Anna was currently at the Pub with Marty and his friends and Rory had decided to make her way to her dorm, while making sure Anna would be escorted back by Marty or Glenn.
She was thinking about everything that had transpired during the day and hoped she would be able to find a common ground with Logan. She didn't know what he wanted with her and hoped they could get their friendship back on track. He kept pulling back.
Rory wasn't watching where she was going and ran smack dab into solid muscle. "Oh, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?"
"I'm okay. Are you alright?" asked the deep male voice.
Rory could only stare into light blue eyes. God he was mesmerizing! "Everything is in fine working order!"
The gorgeous man smiled and held on to her arms still. His hands were warm. "You have the most beautiful eyes. Sorry we didn't get a chance to talk during the Alumni party."
Rory looked at him with the most confused expression until the light bulb went off. "Donnan Anderson! Yes, how do you do?"
"I'm doing well. I was told to drop by and ask you to coffee by Josh Greenspan and Honor Huntzberger. As if you grandmother's recommendation isn't enough, I got the Josh and Honor seal of approval. So, what do you say?" asked Donnan.
Rory smiled up at him. She could use some of his positivity now. "I would love to."
Donnan took her hand and shifted so they were walking alongside each other. "I know this nice place that's still open in New Haven. I'll drop you at your dorm when we're done."
Rory and Donnan talked the whole way to the café and the conversation flowed as if they had known each other their entire lives.
"I didn't know you knew Josh and Honor," said Rory who would be coming back to the café again. It was the perfect coffee place.
"Josh and I met in class here at Yale. I met Honor after Josh and I became good friends. My parents have known Emily and Richard for years. I think our great-grandmothers were contemporaries as well," said Donnan smiling at Rory.
"Well, that's a good list of recommendations! So, your family is in shipping?" asked Rory remembering the conversation with the Andersons.
"Yes, my family has been in the shipping industry for several generations. I've also got an interest in politics, so we'll see where it all leads," said Donnan with a serious look.
"Have you met Senator Hayden?" asked Rory.
"I haven't had the pleasure of meeting the senator, but I remember Emily mentioning he is your grandfather. How do you like being under the microscope as his eldest grandchild?"
Rory sipped her coffee, which gave her time to think before answering. "I'm a private person so the attention my grandfather's position brings is tough. I am always watched and scrutinized, and I can't go anywhere without security. The security is discrete and will be visible to those who know but otherwise they blur into the background. I do value my privacy and keep my personal life close to my chest. Are you prepared for that level of scrutiny?"
Donnan held her eyes a moment and said "I am and I would love to have someone who knows the ropes alongside me. I'm not looking to jump into the political arena right away, but it's something that I've been thinking about for a long time and feel like anyone wanting a relationship with me should know that up-front."
"You seem passionate about your convictions. Are you only interested in me because of my pedigree and political connection?" asked Rory frankly.
"Rory, I find you an intelligent and compassionate young woman. I think we have a lot in common and I was told by several close friends that I should meet you. Your pedigree is a bonus and your political connections would make things smoother, but I want to know you. I find you have the most beautiful smile but there's a sadness there at times. I don't know if I may be off base, but have you lost something dear to you?" Donnan took her hands and delicately slid his fingers over her wrist.
Rory felt tears come to her eyes and did something she would've never done with just anyone. Rory put her head on Donnan's shoulder and cried her eyes out. She didn't know what she was crying over, but she felt Donnan softly pat her back and say reassuring words to her. "I can't believe I just cried on you. I feel so embarrassed," said Rory wiping her tears with a tissue Donnan passed over.
"There is nothing to be ashamed about. Do you want to talk about it?"
"I just realized that someone who I thought would be back in my life isn't ready to be there. Someone who was dear to me distanced themselves from me and cut off our relationship in a way that hurt painfully. I don't think I fully healed. I pretended that everything was okay, but it hurt me deeply. This person came back into my life recently and I thought it would help heal that part of me, but it's made me angry. That connection I had with that person was dear to me, is still dear to me, but I feel like I've lost them forever. I didn't realize how much it hurt," whispered Rory while tears fell onto her cheek.
Donnan wiped her tears away and leaned in to give her a soft kiss on the lips. When he tried to pull away there was resistance, Rory's lips stroked his, tenderly, skillfully, like the petals of a flower, just lingering enough that he could breathe in her smell, sense the warmth of her skin, and taste the coffee flavor.
"I guess this has been a unique first date. Not that I'm complaining but I think this has been the best date ever," said Donnan.
Rory could only laugh because she couldn't help but agree. "I don't usually weep and spill my secrets on the first date, it usually comes out on the third or fourth date."
"I'm sure you'll make those dates memorable as well," said Donnan.
"Thank you for listening to me and being a strong shoulder to cry on. I trust Josh and Honor with my life and if they think we should get to know one another, I'm all for it," said Rory looking at Donnan with a newfound lightness.
"Are you free tomorrow for dinner?" asked a hopeful Donnan.
"Yes, dinner sounds amazing," said Rory who decided she was going to see where this was going to lead.
Donnan and Rory were so very much into their conversation they didn't see the long-lensed camera pointing in their direction taking several photos. Rory was from two prominent families and the granddaughter of a senator and Donnan was the scion of a an old monied family. The photographer recognized them the minute they had sat at the table. He was going to be able to sell these very intimate pictures for a mint to some society magazines and local newspapers.
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The Pub
Marty could only watch in horror as Anna Fairchild flirted…yes flirted with Glenn Babble and it was a scary sight.
"That's really disturbing to watch," commented Doyle. The editor of the Yale Daily News had come out to hang with the crew and was currently on his fourth beer. The crew, this night, consisted of Glenn, Doyle, Benji Thompson and Gord Tate.
"Yeah…I don't feel comfortable right now," said Benji trying not to watch the antics in front of him, but not being able to look away.
"Who is she exactly?" asked Doyle.
"She's a student from Rory's old high school," said Marty who had turned his back to Glenn and Anna's flirting.
"Rory Gilmore-Hayden?" asked Gord with a questioning look.
"Yeah, why?" said Marty.
"Oh no reason. It just means Anna goes to Chilton Prep and it make sense that they would have a program where former alumni show around prospective future Ivy leaguers," said Gord.
Marty tuned out when Doyle put in his two cents about Chilton and their pedigree of pushing out future leaders and presidents. Marty never really thought much about Rory and how she came to be at Yale. He had thought she was like him, worked hard and struggled to make it. He didn't really know about her family except for her parents who were very down to earth.
"I didn't know Rory went to a prep school," interrupted Marty, looking at Doyle and Gord.
"She only went to prep school for high school. I think she went to public school for elementary and middle school," commented Glen who had stopped encouraging Anna.
"Daddy was ever so excited when I told him Rory was going to be my guide. He admires Mr. Edward Hayden tremendously and wants me to make a good impression on Rory," said Anna looking at Marty with guileless expression.
"Who is Edward Hayden?" questioned Marty.
Doyle who had a buzz going looked at Marty in a perplexed manner. "Edward Chaffee Standish Hayden is the current CEO of Hayden Enterprises and the great-Grandfather of Rory Gilmore-Hayden."
Marty chocked on his drink as he looked at Doyle is horror. "What? Hayden Enterprises?!"
"Dude that's not even the tip of the iceberg. Rory is the granddaughter of Senator Straub Hayden and the great-Granddaughter of Lorelai Eunice Putnam Gilmore, the philanthropist who has a passion for donating to hospitals," said Gord matter-of-factly.
"I had no idea. Rory seems so normal," said a bewildered Marty.
"There is nothing normal about Rory. She's under constant surveillance and one of the most scrutinized people on campus and in society," said Doyle.
"You need to open your eyes and look around at the wonderful world of Yale, my friend," said Glenn, who turned back to his flirting with Anna.
Marty sat back and internalized everything he had heard. Who exactly was Rory Gilmore-Hayden?
Author's Note: Thank you all for your continued support of my stories. I don't have as much time to sit and write anymore, but I try to write here and there when I can. I'm currently on vacation and decided to upload this chapter I've had written and am finally happy with. Thank you for your encouragement and please continue to review. ~LE