Author's Note: Lucky readers! I have a snow day today, so I felt like writing. =] This chapter I hope will be a little longer. I've made an outline for this chapter and the next. I hope you like it!
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After class, Rory decided she needed coffee to calm her nerves. She had spent the whole class thinking about Logan Huntzberger. She really needed to stop thinking about this guy. He left Chilton right before she got there. Why did it matter to her what had happened over 4 years ago?
Rory walked to the coffee cart.
"Seriously?!" She muttered under her breath upon seeing the Ludicrous Triumvirate standing by the coffee cart. She couldn't escape them! Even after promising she would stop thinking about them, they were there. Invading her private sanctuary where the lifesaving coffee was.
Rory walked closer, finally getting an actual look at the threesome. Besides the obnoxious factor, the three of them were incredibly cute. Especially the blonde one. His blonde hair sparkled in the sunlight, his biceps rippled as he brought his long fingers up to his mouth. Ah, those lips. Rory couldn't even describe those lips. As he turned to talk to one of his cronies, Rory noticed his eyes. She was breathless.
No! Rory thought. I cannot think he's cute. He's got to be one of those rich kids who take everything from their parents and work for nothing. He's probably at Yale because his daddy paid for it. There's no way he could have gotten in on his own.
Rory hated guys like that. She had worked so hard to get where she was, and her mom had worked even harder. When Rory thought of people who had everything and took it all for granted, it infuriated her. Her mom, her role model, had risked everything and literally worked from the bottom up. Rory's childhood had not been filled with money, but it was filled with opportunity, something that rich children tended to ignore.
Despite Rory's self-reprimanding, she still found him attractive."Damn." She cursed under her breath. She started to head towards the coffee cart, her head held high, determined to get her coffee without distractions.
"One large caramel macchiato." Logan ordered.
God. He's not even respectful. Rory thought.
The kiosk tender handed Logan his coffee. Without a thank you, Logan proceeded to take something slyly out of his sock. He poured a little into his coffee and then handed it to the mysterious brunette that seemed to have control over the Austrailian.
The metal glimmered in the sunlight. Omigod, Rory realized, He's got a flask hidden in his sock. The idea of underage drinking did not appeal to Rory, but it wasn't the consumption of alcohol that bothered her, it was the crest on the flask. It looked familiar, and it was definitely a rich man's family crest. Where had she seen it before though?
Rory walked into Ms. Ness' 10th grade American History class. The word Prohibition was written on the board. She took her seat, next to Paris, her all-time competitor. She heard giggles coming from the hoodlums in the back of the class.
"Could they be more immature?" Paris muttered.
"Huh?" Rory asked innocently.
"Anything having to do with booze gets those idiots happy."
"Oh." Rory realized.
Ms. Ness walked in and started class by asking if anyone knew what Prohibition was. Paris, of course, started to speak, but Rory beat her to it.
"Prohibition was a time period during the early 20th century, also referred to as The Noble Experiment, during which it was illegal to manufacture, transport, import, export, or consume alcohol."
Paris flushed red, she hated being beat at her own game.
"Very good, Rory." Ms. Ness said.
The rest of the class was spent talking about the effects Prohibition had on American society. As class ended, out of the corner of her eye, Rory saw Louise pull a flask out of her backpack.
"What is that?" Madeline asked curiously.
"Something I swiped from the one and only playboy Huntzberger right before he left." Louise giggled mischeviously.
"Omigod! You didn't! How'd you get it? He always kept it in his sock!" Madeline exclaimed without breathing.
"I'm that good." Louise laughed.
Rory turned around and saw the flask. It was incredibly shiny, the brightest metal she had ever seen. The front was engraved with an extremely intricate design, Rory wasn't sure, but she thought it might be a royal family crest.
"What's on the front?" Rory asked curiously.
"Rory, do you even know what this is?" Louise tormented.
"Of course she doesn't Louise, do you think they have alcohol in Boonetown?" Paris laughed.
"You guys are funny." Rory's voice dripped with sarcasm. "No, seriously? Is that a royal family crest on the front?"
"I have no idea." Louise said. "It was just Logan Huntzberger's. He used to keep it in his sock for boring classes and parties."
"Louise sometimes I don't understand how you get A's at this school." Paris said. "No, it's not a royal family's crest, but it is the Huntzberger's crest. They are as close to royalty as America has."
"Wow." Rory breathed, fingering the crest. It was beautiful, and she wondered, once again, who this Logan Huntzberger was and why he was considered American royalty.
Rory shook off the flashback. No, she thought, too weird. That's impossible. She got up from the bench she had been resting on and got up to go get her coffee.
Author's Note: Soooo? What'd you think!?!? Tell me!!! It was a little longer than the others, so I hope it pleased some of you. Give me advice, I'm begging here!! Review people!!!! Thanksss!! =]