Rory's Problem

Chapter 41

Rory's Pov:

I scrubbed and scrubbed at my Chilton uniform.

It was beyond repair, it was covered in dried food.

My hair was a whole, another story.

I just threw it up into a low bun, and looked into the mirror.

I was beyond pissed at Paris.

I mean what did she expect, she caused this whole thing.

Everyone else might see Paris as a queen, I just see her as a physco bitch.

I just slide down in the stall, and cry.

I put my head in my arms, and cry.

Today had been rough, and there was nobody to comfort me.

I didn't have any friends at this godforsaken hellhole, and Tristian was all I had.

The bell rang, but I didn't rush to class, as I always did.

I was so over this day.

So I sat in the bathroom, until the last bell of the day rang.

I collected myself, and walked into the hallway of students.

I looked a little funny, but I just rushed to the bus stop.

I almost had missed it.

Tears are falling down my face, and I pull out my book.

One that Tristian had bought me.

My heart ached at the sight.

I read a little, until the bus pulled up to Star's Hollow.

Good old Star's Hollow.

I walked straight into Weston's Bakery, and bought a couple of donuts.

I really needed them today.

I hungrily eat them, as I just walk around town.

I didn't want to go home too early, and have to face Lorelai.

She would ask questions.

So I ended up at the park.

I was hoping Tristian would just show up like he used to.

But no such luck, but it was my own fault.

I told him to stay away.

I was so stupid, who really cared what Lorelai said anyways.

She hated Tristian either way.

I ate my doughnuts, as I got lost in my book.

Then somehow it's four already, and I hurry home.

Lorelai would be home soon, I had to beat her home.

I ran home, and tore off my Chilton uniform, and threw it at the bottom of the dirty clothes hamper.

I walked to the bathroom to shower, since my hair smelled like sour milk now.

Thanks Paris.

I showered quickly, and put on a clean hoodie, and sweats.

It wasn't too cold, it was spring now.

There were flowers, and the birds were chirping outside my window.

I smiled at them, and laid on my bed.

I stared at the ceiling for awhile, I wasn't going to back down from Paris.

That was for sure, she had no idea, what tricks I had up my sleeve.

I was Rory Gilmore, for gods sake.

The Gilmore name was sort of a big deal.

Then I was laughing to myself, I was going slightly crazy.

"Rory Gilmore the crazy girl," I think to myself.

If Tristian could just see me now.

He certainly wouldn't want to date me anymore.

That wasn't true, Tristian would love me anyways.

At least that's what I hope.

Lorelai was due to be home, around five thirty.

Since we weren't on speaking terms again, I wondered what we would have for dinner.

I heard the front door slam, and I pulled out my homework.

Then I sat casually on my bed.

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