AN: okay so my computer really hates me, i thought it was being good but then it keeps on freezing...i no kidding type like five words and it freezes and i have to restart it...so i really wanted to put something up so i saved after every two words and kept having to restart my whole computer every two seconds..but i think i got an okay thing written up. I'm sorry if my story seems kind of stuck right now, but the screwed up computer thing is making me so frustrated...i'll try to get the story moving along more in the next chapter...thankyou...luv you all...and sorry if i suck
She couldn't help but lose into the temptation of eating him up with her eyes, it honestly wasn't her fault though, it was the teacher's, he was the one who insisted that having the class arranged in one big circle would make for 'the ideal learning experience, complete with freedom of speech' Rory mocked her teacher's words sarcastically in her head.
Rory was awoken from her little 'daydream fantasy' as Paris roughly nudged her side,
"Why aren't you taking notes? You should be taking notes!" Paris whispered dangerously, Rory turned to meet her suspicious eyes,
"I'm sick of taking a million notes of the same crap, over and over again. Sue me if you must Paris, but I am quite sure I understand the working of mitosis, meiosis, cytokinesis and all that jazz backwards, forwards, upside down and right side up. The only thing that has me baffled in this class is why this subject should have enough freedom of speech that we need to be situated in this damn circle! Isn't science supposed to be logic? He writes notes, we copy, and that's it." Rory snapped,
Paris's face softened as Rory ranted,
"Oh, I get it, you can't help but stare at DuGray and that's preventing you from taking notes, I understand…I mean he's right in front of you. If that was Derek, I'd probably have the same problem and it doesn't help that skanky Summer is next to him…her hand resting on his thigh…oh, and it moves up further, that slut!"
Paris's volume had increased throughout her own little rant, but she didn't realise that or the fact that Rory's knuckles were terribly whitened from the way she was gripping her desk,
"…Oh my god, I think she's actually going at the zipper, look at her face…look at his smirk!" Paris continued,
"Paris," Rory warned, not bothering to whisper,
"Ms. Gellar, Ms. Gilmore, is there a problem?"
"No sir, everything is just peachy," they replied with feign innocence simultaneously, their heads shaking identically, causing the class to burst into a chorus of laughter, the two girls then turned to glare at each other, before sticking their tongues out at the same time. Rory couldn't help but start laughing,
"I have been spending way too much time with Gilmore!" Paris exclaimed burying her face in her hands.
What felt like a lifetime of classes passed before lunchtime finally came, and when a girl's gotta go, a girl's gotta go and when a girl goes, her friends gotta go too and as hungry as they are…they gotta go first.
Rory, Steph, Paris, Maddie and Louise all power walked in their own little group towards the bathrooms,
"Um, girls, cafeteria's that way," Mike pointed out to them, just as he exited the gym with Austin,
"We're not stupid, but the little girl's room is also calling our name, and right now her voice is much louder than Mr. Cafeteria," Steph spoke at one hundred miles per hour,
"And it's just so coincidental that all your bladders are in sync at this very moment," Mike said sarcastically,
"Shut up!" they all snapped together, walking around the two blocking their path,
"They're also PMSing in sync," Austin joked, but the girls just ignored him, bursting through the bathroom doors and each grabbing a cubicle.
A few moments of silence later,
"Okay, I can't do this while I feel like everyone's listening," Louise whined,
"Me neither," sighed Steph,
"Someone go out there and turn a tap on or something," Paris ordered,
Rory stepped out and turned a tap on while Maddie turned on the hand dryer, fourteen seconds later a collective sigh of relief passed through the bathroom,
"Okay…awkward," Louise commented as they all stepped out of their stalls.
Summer and her followers entered while a make-up check was in process, Rory rolled her eyes and went to make her way out, her friends following, only to be stopped at the door when Summer's arm popped out,
"Lorelai Hayden, just the slut I was looking for,"
"And what can I do for you today princess?" Rory quirked an eyebrow,
"Cut the crap, were you with Tristan after school yesterday?"
"What if I was?"
"Did you cut last two periods with him as well?"
"Are you going to arrest me anytime soon? Should I call for an attorney?"
"Just answer the damn questions,"
"Yes I was, we were two friends catching up and then he drove me home,"
"And by catching up you mean…"
"Talking Summer, unlike you I don't sleep with other girl's boyfriends,"
"What about-"
"He wasn't your boyfriend, the guy you slept with however, was my boyfriend at the time,"
"Burn slut," Louise smirked. Summer's followers glared,
"I don't know what you think you can do here Hayden, you might have been all high and mighty where you came from, but now you're on my turf, I rule this school," Summer smiled an obviously fake smile,
"For now, but do you honestly think you can hold that title? You only got it because people are intimidated by you, I'm not intimidated by you,"
"The boys aren't intimidated by me,"
"Oh yeah, but that's just because you fucked them all, I almost forgot…anyway enjoy your title while you still have it…I'd love to stay and chat but I need food, laters."
"Where are the limo boys?" Rory asked Tristan, Mike, Austin and Derek, who all just shrugged, stuffing their faces with food,
"Rory love, we love you oh so very dearly," the aussie accent drawled from behind her,
"What do you boys want?"
"It's not much really, just a little thing," Collin placed four coffees in front of her,
"A small get together to celebrate our new home… a welcoming party if you wish," Logan put an arm around her shoulder, Rory stuck her hand out and Logan gave her a flyer, her eyes glided over it quickly,
"How many do you have?"
"Five hundred," coughed Collin,
"Well give me a handful and start handing the rest out boys,"
"You're gonna let us have a party?" Finn asked hopefully,
"Yes, it's been a while since I've been to a good one, mom's going to London this week, we have a house, money for supplies, the only thing you boys need to do is promise you're gonna help clean the next day,"
"It'll be spotless Ace," Logan kissed her forehead, and the boys went to business, handing out flyers.
Summer and her followers joined the table just as the limo boys left, Chelsey, Tara and Chantelle took empty seatd while Summer perched herself on Tristan's lap.
Rory handed everyone at the table a flier, including Summer who read the paper then looked at Rory suspiciously,
"You're my friends girlfriend, we hang out in roughly the same clique, you're to be expected, don't feel special,"
"A party's a party," Summer shrugged and then pulled Tristan's head into a passionate kiss, they must have been at it for a while because by the time they pulled apart, most of the group, including Rory and the other girls had left.
(The rest of the week is oh so very boring…let's skip to three hours into the party!)
"Everyone is happy and having fun, it might be alcoholically induced, but I am so sober it's not even funny…actually it's quite tragic,"
"That it is," a deep voice joined in her conversation with herself, two arms wrapped around her waist, his hot breath scorching her neck, the smell of alcohol on his breath made her tense…'hose under the influence of alcohol tend not to act normal' Rory pulled herself out of his embrace and turned to face,
"So where's Summer?"
"She left about an hour ago, said this place was just not her style, so her and her friends are going to some club in Hartford,"
"Why didn't you go with?"
"Because it's yoursandyourfwends party," he slurred a bit in the middle,
"Awwww, how nice of you to stay for us and get drunk," Rory said sarcastically, grabbing his arm and dragging him into the kitchen,
"Anyfing for you Mary, anyfing for you,"
"Why do I always get you when you're drunk?"
"Luck. Besides I'm only slightly intoxicated," he exaggerated with his arms, "I'll just drive home now," he grabbed his keys out of his pocket only to have Rory snatch them away from him,
"There is absolutely no way you are driving tonight, you can crash on the couch in my room,"
"Mary, you are a legend, a great friend!" his eyes nodded off a bit before springing open as his head tilted forward,
"And you are going to bed before you pass out in my kitchen."
She got him a pillow and blanket, removed his shoes and tucked him in. She turned to leave but he grabbed her hand,
"Thankyou," he whispered, she smiled warmly at him, "Stay for a while, we can talk,"
Rory took a seat on a cushion nest to the couch, facing him,
"And what kind of conversation are we going to have here tonight?" she laughed lightly,
"The one where I finally tell you how I feel,"
Her lightly amused expression hardened,
"And how is that?"
"That you are the only girl for me," he said proudly,
"What about Summer?"
"I don't even like Summer that much, she's stupid,"
"Then why date her?"
"Try to get a reaction out of you,"
"That's stupid, why not just tell me how you feel?"
"Because I am a very manly man, and men don't do all the soppy feeling sharing stuff, the girl should do that and then the man should say 'me too' then they should all live happily ever after,"
"Well that's stupid and you're an idiot," she pouted,
"An idiot in love," he sighed dramatically and pulled her into a deep kiss.
She pulled away in tears,
"You have a girlfriend, and even while I was in the slut phase, I wasn't that much of a slut,"
"We can sort it all out tomorrow,"
"What's the point, you won't even remember this in the morning," Rory got up and left the room.
Rory woke up the next morning, expecting to see Tristan still asleep on her couch but he was gone.
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