Chapter Two: Gang Members and Hatred

On a cool November morning, two teens dressed in Chilton Academy uniforms stood in front of their garage, arguing.

“The limo!” Rory exclaimed. “It was sent by Grandfather to use! We should use it!”

“Well I don’t want to show up to school in a limo, they might think we’re rich snobs!” Colin protested.

“Opposed to being gang members?” Rory hissed, and Colin smirked.

“Not too far from the truth,” He stated, and Rory’s eyes grew wide and the color from her cheeks began flushing.

“By being dangerous, we might be marked as druggies, or outcasts even! We don’t know which group this DuGray kid falls under so we can’t murder our reputation yet!” Rory burst out, and Colin smirked.

“Whatever, I’m taking the motorcycle, you can call Jasper for the limo if you’re really that afraid.” Colin said, pulling on a helmet. Rory stood there, shifting from side to side.

“Give me the other helmet.” She demanded, and Colin smirked.

“I knew you couldn’t resist,” He said, tossing her the matching silver helmet.

“Whatever. If something goes wrong, I’m not related to you.” Rory said cautiously, climbing onto the back of the motorcycle and wrapping her arms around Colin’s waist. Colin smirked underneath his helmet.

“It would be hard considering that we both have the word ‘Gilmore’ in our names, right?” Colin asked, and Rory shrugged.

“I’ll pay them off or something to keep it hidden.” She said coldly. With a laugh, Colin switched on the engine and they where off.

-x-

A group of seven sat on the stairs of Chilton Academy, observing as the students got out of their fancy cars and made their way into the school for the day.

An Aussie, known as Finn Rothschild, had his face buried in his hands while a sympathetic brunette, Madeline Lynn, rubbed his back in calming circles.

Beside them two blondes had their schoolwork out, one, Paris Gellar, was reviewing for a test, and the other, Louise Grant, was copying down as many notes as she could. She groaned when another blonde, Stephanie Vanderbilt, with curly hair leaned her head against her shoulder and began to dose off.

And finally the two King blondes of the group, Tristan DuGray and Logan Huntzberger sat silently, observing the world around them. Logan’s ears perked up and he nudged Tristan.

“I hear a motorcycle,” Logan observed, and Tristan cocked an eyebrow.

“Whoop-de-do,” He replied sarcastically. “Guys,” Tristan said, calling the attention of his friends. “Logan hears a motorcycle, I think we should throw a party.” He cried out in mock joy.

“A motorcycle?” Madeline asked with wide eyes.

Louise smirked. “I like a man who drives a motorcycle,” She purred. “I’ve always had a thing for the bad boys. They’re sexy.”

Logan smirked and popped his collar. “Then you must really have a thing for me then, Louise, no need to be shy baby.”

“When have I ever been known to be shy, Logan?” Louise asked.

“Well there was that one time love, when-“

“Shut up Finn,” Everyone cut the Aussie off, listening as the hum of the motorcycle engine got closer. Even Paris, looked up from her work.

“It’s a student.” Paris suddenly announced, causing raised eyebrows all around her. “Don’t believe me? If a motorcycle doesn’t pull in this morning then I owe you all fifty bucks, if not then you all are to pay up.” She said. Seven pairs of eyes flew to the gates of Chilton, a few seconds later, a red motorcycle zoomed into the school, a ribbon of milk chocolate colored hair streaming from behind it.

“A girl?” Steph asked surprised.

“She was holding onto a guy.” Tristan stated as they pulled into a parking lot.

A few moments later two teens stepped off the motorcycle, taking off their helmets.

“Pay up,” Paris announced, and groaning everyone pulled out the money that they owed their friend. “Suckers.” She muttered, counting over the money.

The two motorcycle teens where walking up the stairs, stopping in front of them. The girl with milk chocolate colored hair and large blue eyes cleared her throat, causing everyone to look up.

“Beautiful…” Tristan murmured.

“Can someone show us to the office?”

“What are your names?” Madeline asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Colin and Rory,” Colin spoke up behind Rory, twirling his keys around.

“Last names?” Paris demanded.

“They don’t matter,” Rory said. “But finding the office does.”
Paris narrowed her eyes. “Do you know who I am?” She asked, in a threatening tone. Neither Rory nor Colin flinched. They had been in worse positions. Guns had been held to their heads, for instance. Several times.

“No, nor do I care, but what I do care about is finding the office, are one of you going to show us or are we going to have to skip classes looking around this ridiculously large building for them?” Colin asked, looking around.

“Allow me to show you,” Tristan said, standing up. “I’m Tristan DuGray.”

Colin and Rory shot sideways glances towards each other before nodding in approval.

Tristan smirked and led them through the large school while the rest of the gang hightailed it to the outside of the office, waiting for information on the two new kids.

A few moments later, both teens entered the headmaster’s office.

“Ah,” Headmaster Charleston said looking up from his paperwork. “Miss. Gilmore-Hayden, Mr. Gilmore-McCrea, welcome to Chilton. My name is Hanlen Charleston and I’m here to give you a warm welcome.”

“Thank you, sir.” The two said in unison, sitting on the couch.

“My, so you two are the offsprings of Lorelai Gilmore? I expected you both to be wilder…” He said, and Rory gave him a sly wink.

“We are,” She said. Hanlen shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“…that’s splendid. Please take these folders across the hall.” He said. Colin took the folders and rushed out of the room, Rory sauntering behind him.

“It was a pleasure meeting you sir,” She said before closing the door firmly behind her. Amused, Hanlen shook his head before going back to his paperwork.

-x-

“I don’t understand why we all are here Paris,” Logan said grumpily as the entire gang hid behind the string of bushes next to the admissions office.

“I want to know just who the little devil was, no none snaps at Paris Gellar.” She said evenly, and Louise rolled her eyes.

“Paris, I have to admit, you where being a little rude.” She announced.

“Are there bugs here?” Madeline asked, looking around. “My God I hate bugs!”

“Why isn’t there any shade here?” Finn complained. “Too much sun,” He moaned. “Too much.”

“Shut up you two!” Stephanie hissed. “We don’t want to get caught.”

“Psst,” Came from up above, and Tristan grabbed the folders from the office assistant and tossed a folder to Paris.

“Colin Andrew Gilmore-McCrea. Offspring of Lorelai Gilmore and Charles McCrea. Seventeen years, lived in multiple places: the McCrea mansion and the Hayden Mansion in Boston. Currently lives with Lorelai in Hayden Mansion in Hartford. His major is law, known for skipping classes. Has 4.0.” Paris recited.

“If he’s a McCrea, then why is he staying with the Hayden’s?” Stephanie inquired.

“It’s because they’re half siblings.” Tristan said, his eyes scanning over the paperwork. “Lorelai Leigh Gilmore-Hayden. Offspring of Lorelai Gilmore and Christopher Hayden. Seventeen years, lived in Hayden Mansion in Boston, currently lives with half brother Colin Gilmore-McCrea. Double Major: law and journalism, 4.0.” He read aloud.

“She’s going for the paper then,” Paris announced with a determined look on her face.

“She’s the heiress to the Hayden law firm,” Madeline announced, suddenly paying attention. “And she’s taking over the Gilmore Insurance Company too.”

“How do you even know this kitten?” Finn asked, and Madeline shrugged.

“Her face is like on every magazine cover, she’s more famous than Paris Hilton. She’s perfect, never gets in trouble, is a cheerleader, popular, has boys following her everywhere, the paparazzi is always on her tail…”

“There’s no way she can be perfect,” Paris said with a dazed look in her eye. “Every good girl has a bad streak, and I’m going to find it. I mean, them being here just spelling trouble. Why didn’t she just stay in Boston?”

The school bell rang and everyone stood up, shuffling towards their respective classes. They could only skip for so long.

-x-

The morning flew by quickly, and then suddenly it was lunch time. Outside the lunch room stood two siblings. One with a look of dread and the other who’s face was emotionless.

“Any classes with our target?” Rory asked nervously, and Colin nodded swiftly. “I’m going to fail… god I’m so screwed.” She whispered, glancing into the lunchroom. “I made a mistake… a big, fat, mistake.”

“Calm down,” Colin snapped. “I can’t have you having a mental breakdown. Not here, not now.”

“But I ruined that girl Paris’s project! She hates me, and she hangs out with the target’s group! They’ll probably exile me and I’ll fail!” She ranted.

“That’s why I was sent for back up,” Colin said smugly, pulling on her hand. “Come on, there’s nothing to be afraid of, they’re not even in there.” Rory snatched her hand back.

“I… I can’t.” Rory stuttered. “I can’t go in there today. We can take our time right? We have two years to make friends?”

Colin rubbed his hands against his face. “You have to eat something.” He stated, and Rory shrugged.

“There’s a Starbucks ten minutes away. I’ll be back before class starts.”

“And how are you going to get there?” Colin asked smugly. Rory’s eyes widened as she fixed her brother with the bambi look.

“I was hoping to take the motorcycle.” She said, Colin pulled out his keys.

“You disgust me, Hayden.” He said, dropping them into her hand. Over her shoulder, she spotted a group of seven heading their way.

“You love me, McCrea. Bye,” She said, kissing him on the cheek briskly, and then walking away, and out the school.

“Colin!” Called a voice behind him, and Colin turned around to face the group that he and his sister faced earlier in the morning.

He put on an automatic smile and began walking towards them. “What’s up?” Colin asked nonchalantly, discreetly watching emotions bounce off of the group’s faces.

“Paris here was wondering where… your sister is?” A boy who had introduced himself to Colin as Logan asked.

Colin raised an eyebrow. “Paris?” He turned to said girl in question. “You do know that what happened earlier was an accident, right?”

Brown eyes met blue eyes. The blue eyes were calm and cool while the brown eyes were fiery and full of passion. Paris looked away and huffed, crossing her arms. In the background, the distinct sound of a motorcycle roaring off could be heard.

“Besides,” Colin added as an after thought. “She’s not even on campus.”

-x-

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