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A/N: I just realized something. This is supposed to be the beginning of the year because Rory starts Chilton sort of at the beginning of the second semester. So yeah, I guess this chapter is going to be weird because this is going to be a New Years party, so bear with me and my stupid brain. School is out and I've stopped thinking (although I really hadn't been thinking before that). I'M A HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATE!!!!!!!! CONGRATS OTHER GRADUATES!!!!!!! ULTIMATE ROWING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! COLLEGE KEGGERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!
Sexy Sadie:
Golden buttons, silk tie.
They inhabited every scrap of material they called a "dress." "Skin is in," and unfortunately the senior partners got the memo. Because I can spot every nip, tuck and sunless tan that hubbie paid for. Well, at least those six who weren't under 25.
Don't get me wrong. Like the next guy, the expanse of shapely legs and the curve of the breast does raise my ... uh ... spirits. But Yves Saint Laurent put it best, leaving something to the imagination, being sexy without being naked, its more ... alluring. It's like opening a much anticipated present on Christmas day ... you have an idea, but aren't sure.
And standing beside me is the queen of the ball, wearing the latest in tacky, designed by Gucci.
She smiled that plastic smile of hers and slipped her hand in mine.
Soft hand, sharp nails.
Ones I know she plans to run along my back until it stings. Ones she hopes will remind me of her when Alina cleans my back with antiseptic and when I shower. Ones she expects will leave an impression. Ones she prays will make her real.
But no matter how sexy Sadie is, I will not be the one to validate her. She is just like the others. Needing to feel important, craving to be something to someone. Looking in all the wrong places, using all the wrong tactics. The ostentatious attitude, the sluttish dress, the devious games; the need to be important dominates, and I am left to decide who makes it and who doesn't.
You should have seen her face light up as I cornered her in the corridor and asked her to the gala. It was as if she hadn't been waiting for my request. As if she didn't know about the upcoming business deal between our families. As if she were flattered.
Her face had lit up brighter than a solar eclipse, I feared for my sight.
The last three days of school she'd been attached to my arm, sending glares to those she thinks lesser, and shooting knowing smirks to all her friend. I guess she doesn't get it when I leave the room when we're alone. I guess she doesn't get my avoidance of her tonight. I guess she doesn't-
"Miss McIntire, and who is this on your arm?" a voice interjected my reverie.
"Why, hello Mrs. Gilmore," Sadie beamed, pushing back her Clairol Sugar Cane blonde hair, and proffering her hand.
"You look absolutely gorgeous," Emily sent a waxy smile her way and turned towards the dance floor. "And Tristan, I am absolutely appalled by your actions."
"I wanted to wait for Sadie to leave before I ravaged you, Emily," I sent her a playful smirk. "You know how these girls are nowadays. They get offended when their escorts begin making love to other women."
She laughed prettily, tossing her head back.
Flirting with Mrs. Gilmore was fun. She had this quick wit about her. Unlike the other women here, she knew it was only for fun, and I didn't have to worry about her trying to take me up on my offers. Plus, she could shoot me down better than Paris, usually.
"Sadie, would you mind getting me a glass of champagne?" Emily smiled, taking my arm.
"I'll be right back," she shot me a pointed glance before turning in search of one of the champagne trays.
"You know she'll down two before she returns."
"I know," Emily nodded, a smile bursting forth on her visage, revealing her excitement to the ballroom.
"And what, pray thee, has you grinning like Paris during her Valedictorian speech?"
"Nothing," she winked, "So, how have you been? Jan says you'd spent the Winter Holidays with him. He's been so happy. I'm glad that you're spending so much time with him."
I nodded, "Would you like to dance?"
She shook her head, "If I must."
Something was up tonight. She was never this ... giddy. At parties she usually kept the factitious smile on her face, and forced herself not to purse her lips at all the mistakes the help and hostess were making. But tonight she was carefree. She let her eagerness shine all over, giving her the appearance of a whimsical teenager.
We whirled around the dance floor, and she whispered something in my ear.
I didn't catch it the first time and asked her to repeat it.
"My granddaughter is coming in this week."
"Granddaughter?"
I didn't know she had any children; she never spoke of them.
"Oh, don't tell me you don't know. Everyone knows," she shot me a look.
"Am I out of the loop?"
"Tristan, don't be so stupid. I'm sure your mother has told you the story of the infamous Lorelei Gilmore. She got pregnant in high school and ran away?"
Of course I knew about that. Everyone knows about that. I just didn't know that it was Emily's daughter ... hell, that doesn't sound like it would be Emily's daughter.
"That doesn't sound like one of your relatives."
"Yeah, we don't know where she got that from, but she's coming back." She grinned.
"The daughter and the granddaughter?"
She nodded animatedly, her eyes twinkling with mirth.
"Oh, she's so beautiful. She's got a great head on her shoulders. And she's so smart. No one knows where she got that brain from, Richard suspects from him."
"Will they be living with you?"
"Goodness no," Emily scoffed. "Lorelei would shoot herself before she lives with us again. But she'll be attending Chilton. I believe she's in your grade."
"When do they come in?"
"They haven't specified. They're coming up from Colorado, by car. So hopefully it won't take them too long. Although, they have been known to take long detours. But I can't wait. She's going to Harvard, you know."
"That's too bad; I'm going to Yale, as you know."
She winked.
"Don't worry. Richard will do his ... damnedest to persuade her to attend his Alma Mater."
I grinned wickedly, "So, what does she look like?"
"Oh no, DuGrey, I've heard way too many stories that cast you as the main character. And as much as I love you, my granddaughter will not be another name to tally in the Playboy of the Year Awards. She is the heiress to the Gilmore Company, and she will be treated as she should."
"So basically, I have no chance with her?"
"A five percent chance, if you clean up your act." She slapped my chest.
I sent her a playful smirk, and the dance was over.
Waiting in the sides was Sadie, with a glass of champagne in both hands.
"I told you," I muttered in her ear.
"And I didn't deny it," she smiled before we came upon Sadie. "Miss McIntire, it's nice of you to let me borrow your escort. I hope I've returned him in the same condition. You two have a good night, and don't do anything too bad." And with that, she was gone, back to Richard I presume.
"That lady's creepy." Sadie frowned, watching her leave.
"I don't think so."
"Well, not really, I just mean, she's ... cool for an old lady."
Just like all the others sexy Sadie was ... too afraid to be different ... too afraid to think for herself.
TBC...
A/N: Hoped you liked this chapter. Rory is finally put in (well, not in person). I'm sorry I haven't updated Strawberry Fields. I was just hoping I'd build up this story before I continued with that one considering I'm very far behind. But don't worry. I'm progressing. I believe Rory will be in the next chapter. But I'm not sure yet, let me check ... Yes she will.
W/ luv, Yo-yo