AN: Oh my God! Sixty chapters, that's a littl scary. Ok, I really don't like this one, and I know it's short and a little pathetic, but I just... I can't look at it any more, so if there are mistakes in it, I appologise, but, I must have been blocking them out. Sorry. I had plans for this, but when I started writing they all just turned to a pile of mush and this is what happened. Sorry. I hope you can at least enjoy part of it.

Paris snarled at Tristan and stormed off down the hallway. She paused partway to glare at Jess and Rory, before continuing on her way.

"What was that about?" Jess asked as they neared their friend.

"Did you tell her you already had a date to the homecoming dance?" Rory added, glancing over her shoulder to see the angry girl shove a boy out of her way.

"I didn't tell her anything; that was the problem."

"Come again?"

"She wanted to know how you guys went on your SAT's," Tristan explained as they made their way to the cafeteria. "But I wouldn't tell her so she got mad. Wasn't even interested in how I went though!"

"Why would she care?" Rory wondered.

"We're competition." Jess explained, patting Tristan on the shoulder sympathetically. "You may not know this, but we're pretty much neck-a-neck with her GPA-wise."

"How? I mean, I know how you would be but me... How is that possible?"

"Your recent desperate desire to join the ranks of college freshmen may have something to do with it." Tristan volunteered.

"Do other people know about this?"

"Some,"

"But not everyone?"

"Why? Are you worried it'll ruin your rep?"

"Oh, no, my reputation as the bad seed, evil corrupter girl is pretty much cemented, I don't think anything will destroy it."

"Not even you being all sweet and singing Doula back to sleep the other night?" Jess asked, smirking as Tristan turned to Rory, wide eyes, waiting for her response.

"I... You weren't meant to see that!"

"No, I know. That's why I stayed silent till you were done and then made a big fuss about coming back into the room."

"What did you sing?" Tristan inquired.

"She was... TJ wasn't there and... your mom had just gone to take a nap. She'd been complaining about how tired she was and I thought if... I just wanted her to stay quiet and..."

"Don't get me wrong, I thought it was very nice of you."

"Rock-A-Bye-Baby? Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star?"

"This conversation isn't important!" Rory insisted heading towards their usual table. "Is there a reason we should be keeping our scores from Paris?"

"It's fun?"

"Hmm, well, I can't argue with that."

"Swing Low Sweet Chariot?"

"But she could make life very difficult for us if we don't eventually give in, couldn't she?"

"Maybe give it another week." Jess suggested.

"Hush Little Baby!" Rory turned to stare at Tristan for a moment, confused.

"What are you going on about?"

"I'm trying to figure out what you sang to Doula."

"It really doesn't matter. Can't we talk about something else?"

"Come on! I want to know."

"London Calling." Rory told him.

"Ok, that's fine, if you don't want to tell me then don't. But there's no need to go making up-"

"Jess? Help me out here?"

"She really did sing London Calling," Jess nodded.

"Why?"

"Um, hello, Joe Strummer was a god. Do I need any other reason?"

"But she's only a baby."

"Well, I'm just assisting in starting her education early." Rory shrugged. "And I mean the really important education, the music."

"You're nuts."

"Doesn't make the man any less important."

"Why won't you tell me what you got?" Paris demanded, appearing at their table.

"Geez!"

"You should really start wearing a bell." Rory told her.

"It's a simple question, all I want is a number I don't understand why you won't tell me."

"Two." Rory replied, matter-of-factly.

"Two?"

"Yeah, you wanted a number, I gave you a number. How's that?"

"That is not what I meant and you know it!"

"Well, really, if my score were two that would indicate I'm incredibly stupid, and therefore I don't know that wasn't what you meant. Did you ever think of that?"

"I don't understand you at all."

"The feelings mutual."

"Why won't you tell me?"

"'Cause it's none of your business."

"Okay, fine, don't tell me what you got. Either of you, I don't care."

"Good. We won't." The two girls stard at one another for a moment, a battle of wills.

"Just tell me so we can all move on from this!" Paris begged.

"I've got a couple of things I need to do before class." Rory explained pushing her chair back. "Bye Paris."

"Jess?"

"Yes Paris?"

"Can you-"

"I really can't. She would hurt me."

"Fine! Whatever. It doesn't mean anything to me at all! I'm very happy with how I went, so, really, I don't care."

"That's good then. We're all happy."

"Very, very happy!"

"I'm glad for you." Paris stood glowering at Jess for a moment before she turned on her heel and stormed away. "Man that was fun,"

"You've gotten very evil, did you know that?" Tristan asked, smirking at the retreating girl's back.

"I had noticed. I think it's because of the Gilmores."

"Oh, yeah, it's definitely them."

"I'll tell her in a couple days, give her a little more time to hate me."

"Seems fair to me."

"You might be able to shed some light on this for me," Lane started, accepting the coffee that Jess handed her a couple of days later.

"What's that?"

"I got a very strange phone call today when I got home from school.

"Oh yeah? Telemarketers taking a stab at comedy?"

"It was some survey about how students in the area went on their SAT's, actually." She explained as Lindsay came in and joined them. "Something about an article for your school paper."

"You've got to be kidding me."

"I got one of those too! What was that?"

"I assume you know where I'm going with this then."

"Going with what?" Rory asked dropping into another seat.

"Paris is so incredibly-"

"Desperate for any kind of attention?"

"This whole keeping our scores from her thing, it's fun, but I think it may be killing her."

"Good. So we'll get a couple of minutes to relax in that place before the graduation hysteria kicks in. And you can take over running the Franklin, that'd be fun, wouldn't it?"

"Can't we tell her? So she doesn't drive all of our friends crazy at least?"

"Hey they're your friends."

"Oh, sure, now they're my friends. You don't hang out with them at all, do you?"

"Not too often without you, no,"

"Rory come on."

"I thought we agreed on another week. Isn't that what you said?"

"Yes. But that was before she started to harass my friends with fake articles and all her lunacy."

"Fine. You can tell her. I on the other hand am sticking with my policy to speak to her only when forced to by a faculty member."

"When did you come up with that policy?"

"When I sat down at this table and you said her name."

"Good to know."

"Good to tell."

"I am going to tell her."

"That's fine, as long as you don't make me be nice to her or anything, it doesn't really matter."

"Why does your school let in crazies?" Lindsay asked. "Shouldn't they screen for mental deficiencies or something?"

"Probably. I'll see if I can't get a few minutes to speak at the next student government meeting." Jess replied. "Although, that's Paris' domain, so..."

"Chances are slim. Oh well, you'll be out of there soon anyways."

"I miss the pudding!" Lorelai moaned as she crashed into a seat at the diner late on Friday night.

"What was it this week?" Jess asked, dropping a couple of coffee cups on the table as Rory went in search of pie.

"Chilled rhubarb and strawberry soup!"

"Strawberry and rhubarb?"

"Soup! For dessert!"

"Yeah, but-"

"No, you're obviously not listening to me. A week ago, we had pudding and pot roast. Those were the most glorious things ever served in my mother's house, the second greatest being the mushroom caps and the apple tarts she only allows at Christmas time. But this week, as promised, she went back to her weird, rich people 'we don't have normal tastes, we torture our guests with obscure dishes' menu planning."

"Eat your pie and when we get home you can have a lollipop." Rory instructed, placing a plate in front of her and sitting down.

"But I want it now!" Lorelai whined, stomping her foot.

"When exactly did I get saddled with a four year old?" Rory asked as Lorelai picked up her fork.

"When your mother was teased with pudding and then took leave of her sanity."

"Ah, yes, it's all coming back. This is all Grandma's fault."

"Everything is always her fault." Lorelai added.

"You could always sneak out while she's not looking and leave her here for Luke to deal with," Jess suggested, wiping off the counter.

"Where is Luke?"

"Upstairs, going through receipts for the night shouldn't be much longer."

"I might just consider that idea. What are you doing?"

"I'm about to head home so Mom can go to sleep while I watch the baby."

"That's very nice of you."

"Well I am the nice one, and besides, I can't have you showing me up, when you don't even like babies."

"You've tried that before, but it's not going to work this time." Rory told him. "You think that you can trick me into saying that Doula is the most adorable baby in the world, and of course I totally love her, right? Well that's not going to happen. Sure, she's cute and all, but, I've already made it clear I am not a fan of the infant set."

"I know."

"Good, so you'll give up on that game then?"

"I guess I'll have to."

"Finished!" Lorelai announced as Luke came through the curtain. "Luke!"

"What'd I do?" he asked, looking between her and the teens.

"Volunteered for Lorelai watch?" Rory shrugged, standing up and gathering her things.

"What are you talking about?"

"Mom needs someone to vent too about the evils of her mother and I've already had the last half hour to listen to her, so now she's your responsibility. I'm going home to sleep."

"What about my lollipop?"

"I'll buy you a whole bag full tomorrow."

"That sounds fair. Ok, you can go now."

"I'm outta here too, if that's ok." Jess added.

"Yeah, sure. See you guys tomorrow."

"Yes, you will." The two of them headed for the door, planning to 'get lost' somewhere along the way home.