The Best Of You – Chapter Five
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By eight o'clock the following morning, Chilton Preparatory Academy was in absolute commotion. Groups of friends murmured excitedly amongst each other, anxious for more. Jocks, Goths… even the nerds shook their heads in disbelief at the newly exposed information. Every student within the school sat on the very edge of their seats, waiting impatiently for any new revelations.
Though everyone knew it was only a matter of time… many students still refused to believe.
Paris Gellar entered the school; an unsatisfied grimace etched her normally subdued face. Louise and Madeline joined her almost immediately; the two overly joyful teenagers seemed to bounce up and down.
"Did you hear?" Madeline asked.
"Hear what?"
"You haven't heard?" Louise asked incredulously, her eyes dancing delightfully "But everyone in the school knows."
"Well then tell me," Paris demanded, the three girls stopping in front of Paris' locker.
Louise leaned against the metal compartments, grinning impishly. "Should we Maddy?"
"I don't know," the raven-haired girl sighed dramatically, "She does, technically have a right to know, right?"
Louise nodded, "I guess, but we don't want to hurt you."
Paris rolled her eyes, "Hurt me? Why would you be hurting me? And of course I have a right to know since this whole goddamned school already knows."
"Yes well-"
"It'll hurt you because it's about the infamous Tristan DuGrey."
Paris fought the urge to blush; she cleared her throat in an attempt to sound less apprehensive. "Just spit it out you two! And how many times have I said that I am completely, 100 percent over Tristan. Have been since sophomore year."
"Then why did you go to his birthday party?"
"Well gee, I don't know… maybe because I was forced to go?"
"You didn't come to mine," Madeline interjected.
"I was in Switzerland with my mom!" Paris exclaimed.
Louise slammed Paris' locker shut, "You stayed past ten thirty."
"I-what?"
"You stayed past ten thirty," Madeline echoed her friends accusation.
After the comment, Paris was left speechless. She didn't have a comeback or even words to reply. She simply shrugged and glared at the two. And suddenly, as if she were struck by a brilliant idea, the blonde know-it-all looked from left to right, and with one swift motion, Paris had grasped the tie of a freshmen boy. She stood in front of the shaking boy and smirked, blatantly ignoring her two friends who gaped mutely.
"Paris Gellar," she introduced herself to the boy.
Recovering from his astonishment (and fear), the freshmen took Paris' outstretched hand and shook it. "R-Raymond Wi-Willis."
"Let's cut the formalities, I'll just ask you the question that I have to ask you and then you can go, okay?" Paris eyed the young boy.
Raymond nodded warily.
"What's all this talk about Tristan DuGrey?"
"O-Oh! You mean all the rumours about Tristan finally getting Rory Gilmore in bed?"
"And how accurate are these rumours?" Paris commanded.
Poor little Raymond Willis shook and then shrugged lamely, catching the look on the senior's face. "Someone overheard them fighting yesterday… please… that's all I know. I swear!"
Paris signalled for him to leave and the three watched as Raymond ran from Paris Gellar's grasp to the boy's washroom, tripping over his untied shoelace in the process.
"You scared the poor guy."
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Tristan entered his first class greeted by applause, courtesy of his group of friends situated at the back of the classroom. He cast them all bewildered glances and joined them hesitantly. He seated himself in his normal desk and almost coughed as he received several mind numbingly painful pats on the back. After the sixteenth aggravating punch, he turned to face his friends; by the look on his face it was evident that Tristan DuGrey was both annoyed and angry.
"What the hell is going on?"
Luis Santos, son of Manny Santos, the owner of a large chain of retail health food stores was the first to speak. "How did you do it man?"
"How did I do what, Santos?" Tristan looked at him as if he had grown another head.
Marius Baker, son of Xavier Baker, a highly prominent divorce lawyer ignored both Tristan and Luis' questions and laughed heartily. And to Tristan's absolute annoyance, Marius patted Tristan's back once more. "I gotta hand it to you bro… you actually did it! Never knew you had it in ya!"
"If you fuckers don't tell me what you're talking about at this absolute second, I swear you won't live past 3 o'clock," Tristan smiled maliciously.
"You don't know what we're talking about? The night that forgetful huh?" Marius barked, chuckling shamelessly at his own joke.
Bradford Matthews also joined in on Marius' laughter, thinking it was the best moment to open his mouth. "She was that boring huh? Wait… what the hell am I sayin'. Of course, she had to be… I mean she is-wait… was a Mary," his comment caused more laughter.
Tristan swallowed the lump in his throat; a feeling of dread entered his stomach as he watched his friends chuckling at full volume. He looked up at the watch and cursed incoherently for going to class early.
"Mary Magdalene will get better... eventually. She just needs practice." Luis shot him a sympathetic look before erupting in more laughter.
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Robert Murray entered the class right as the bell rang, the persistent ring echoed through the now empty hallways. The Math teacher dropped his briefcase and his textbook instantly as he witnessed a student of his fall back onto a desk. For a brief moment, the teacher stood, frozen on the spot as he watched the said student fall from his position on top of the desk to the floor.
Robert Murray pushed past the crowded circle of teenagers, his ears ringing with raucous yelling and crude comments.
The teacher then looked to the culprit then down to the victim, a stream of blood surged its way from his nose and collected in a puddle near the moaning teenager.
"Matthews, go get the nurse!" he barked out the order as he crouched down near Luis Santos' seemingly lifeless body.
Luis opened his russet eyes; he clutched his now broken nose and winched painfully. Every now and then, he would let out an agonizingly long moan, indicating the state of pain he was in.
Mr. Murray got to his feet, and stood in front of the wrongdoer, finding the right words to utter to this repeat offender. "What happened here Mr. DuGrey?"
Tristan DuGrey was breathing loudly, his face red hot from anger. He looked down at Luis Santos and then to his still clenched fist, he almost smirked as he remembered the satisfaction he received following the unmistakable crack after his fist had collided with Santos' nose. "Mr. Santos was annoying me, sir," his voice dripped with sarcasm as his blue eyes met with the rampant eyes of his Calculus teacher.
"Report to Headmaster Charleston's office, Mr. DuGrey," he agitatedly explained.
With one last glance at Luis, Tristan nodded and turned around, roughly pushing past the murmuring students.
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By second period, word of Tristan DuGrey's punch had spread like wildfire. This added to the excitement and growing list of unanswered questions that Chilton Preparatory Academy longed to be answered. The school buzzed with anxiety and if one would walk the busy hallway, one would only hear one question. Where was Rory Gilmore?
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Stars Hollow… 8:50 AM.
Underneath the mass of pillows and ruffled comforter, a mass of auburn hair could be seen peaking out of the number of feather pillows. The figure beneath the comfortable nest stirred and a low groan was heard. Slowly, a hand rose from the thick blanket and grabbed hold of the alarm clock situated underneath her lamp on her bedside table.
"Crap!"
Rory Gilmore shrieked as she hurriedly disentangled herself from her comforter.
"Crap! I'm late… I'm late! Mr. Murray's going to kill me!"
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AN: Well… it's 3:45 in the morning and I've finally finished chapter five. I hope you guys like it!
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