Author's Note: Sorry it took me so long to update! I was having a bit of a writer's block as to where to take my story, but I think I've figured it all out, with the help of Gilmoregirl19. Thank you SO much for everything, I don't know how to express it! =] Anyway, hope you enjoy the latest installment. I'm starting a new semester in school so it may only be on weekends that I update but I'll try as hard as I can! Also, I am taking the story a bit away from the show. Some things might occur in different orders and flashbacks are probably going to be my own from now on. Let me know if this is confusing or disturbs you in anyway. Reviews, reviews, reviews please!!
Disclaimer: I always forget this. I don't own Gilmore Girls. *Cries*
Chapter 3It was Rory's first day of classes at Yale. She could not have been more excited. Paris, one of her "friends" from Chilton was her roommate. Rory didn't exactly know how she felt about that, but seeing a familiar face was kind of nice.
After a mini-breakdown, Rory was finally settled in. She had her routine, although it was not very different from her routine back in Stars Hollow. She woke up, got breakfast, visited the coffee cart, and spent her afternoons reading under a special tree in the courtyard.
Yes, Rory was happy. But she couldn't wait to start in on her classes, and make the staff at the Yale Daily News. Luckily, they were both starting soon.
Rory left her dorm to get to her first class, Introduction to Japanese Fiction with Professor Swanson. She was super early, but that was how Rory liked to make a first impression, as an eager student, ready to learn.
She walked into the classroom and decided where to sit at the huge round table. Rory picked a seat, but then decided to move when she saw one that wasn't in the direct sunlight. A boy walked in and sat down directly across from Rory. No one said anything, and a few seconds later a TA walked in and handed booklets out.
"Freshman." He muttered and walked out.
Well this is sufficiently awkward. Rory thought. But I wonder if I should introduce myself to this guy. He's kind of cute…
Rory was about to open her mouth to introduce herself when the doors opened and around twenty people, including the professor entered the room. Rory smiled, sat back, and was ready to enjoy the class.
Rory's afternoon class, Introduction to Obscure Russian Poetry, was the one that she was looking forward to the most. After a leisurely lunch and three cups of coffee, she was ready to dissect even the most vague, foreign stanzas.
Rory walked into the lecture hall, of course a half an hour early. She picked the front, centermost seat and settled in, placing her book bag on the floor. Rory had just picked up her book when a loud commotion came from the doorway.
She snapped her head towards the noise and saw three inebriated boys, stumbling into the classroom. They were pushing and shoving each other, laughing, and stumbling up to the back row of the lecture hall.
"Ugh." Rory mumbled to herself. She hated obnoxious boys like these. These three, a blonde, two brunettes, one who seemed to have more control over the other, the other with an Australian accent, reminded her especially of some of the guys in her high school.
It was the beginning of sophomore year. Rory had just broken up with her first love, Dean. Instead of wallowing, Rory decided to go to a party at a sort-of friend's house.
Rory and Lane entered Madeline's house, exclaiming about the enormous size. Finally they found Madeline, accompanied by her best friends, Paris and Louise. They started talking when Tristan, the bane of Rory's high school existence, stumbled in with his cronies, Duncan and Bowman. They were incredibly inebriated, and shoving and pushing each other to get to the horde of girls shimmying on the dance floor.
"Yuck." Paris had said. Madeline and Louise had run after them, excited that they might finally get some Tristan action. "They are disgusting. Almost as bad as Logan Huntzberger."
"Who?" Rory had asked curiously. She had only been at the school about a month and didn't know many people.
"He was this kid, he transferred not long before you showed up. He was a rich playboy and never let anybody forget it. He could not have been more obnoxious about his life. He was also really smart. Which was unfortunate because all of that potential was wasted on an idiotic delinquent." Paris muttered and wandered off leaving Lane and Rory to gossip about who Logan really was.
Author's Note: I know it's kind of short but I couldn't figure out another way to end it on the cliffhanger I wanted to and elongate the story. Anyway, tell me what you think please!!! I really appreciate all advice, criticism is welcome as well…I just want to improve and I think all of your help will make me a better writer. As soon as I get some reviews I'll get the next chapter up! Haha thanks!!