Touch of Hellfire (Pocket's Version)

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I got off the bus with Rory to see Dean waiting there like an obedient dog. "Byeeee," I sang, running off, wanting to avoid the mushy. I walked home alone and I walked through the door. "HI!" I shouted, wondering if Mom was home. 

I walked into the kitchen to see Mom with a Hamburger Helper. "Down," I pointed at the table. "Why the sudden need to cook?"

"I'm in a funky mood," Mum admitted. Rory came barrelling in the door. "Make out session over?" I chuckled. "Evil," Rory swatted my head. "Mom, I have a huge favour to ask, Friday night is my three month anniversary with Dean." 

"Three months? That quick huh?" Mom was surprised. "Dean has this big thing planned but I need to get out of dinner." 

"Ah," Mom nodded. "Good luck with that. Emily Gilmore will not care." 

"Now, we don't know that for sure," I pointed out. "Try calling." 

Mom walked over to the phone and she started laughing for some bizarre reason. "What?"

"Oh, hey Mom," Mom said in a high pitched voice. "Rory and Dean are having their three month anniversary..that's wonderful Lorelai I'm thrilled." 

"You've made your point, can you please call?!" Rory begged her. "Fine," Mom picked up the phone. "Hi Mom..." 

"Try dialling!" 

"EVIL!" 

Mom finally called Grandma and Rory and I sat in the kitchen waiting for the verdict. "Well, the world is officially coming to an end," Mom gaped. 

***

"And they're off," I began the commentary. "The bell rang three seconds ago, how'd they lip lock so fast?" Paris widened her eyes. 

So, Tristan had a new girl, Summer and they decided to make out in front of the lockers.

"I want a boyfriend to make out with," Madeline just stared at them. "I'm just focused on getting to my locker," I sighed. "Same here," Paris grumbled. 

"Ask nicely then they will," Louise chuckled. "If you dangle a hotel key in...." 

I didn't hear the rest of what Louise said as I had already lost my patience. I grabbed my pencil case and hurled it off the lockers, making a loud noise, so Summer and Tristan stopped kissing. "Move it, some of us have class to go to!" I shouted at them. "Thank you," Paris muttered, opening her locker. 

"Touchy much Gilmore?" Tristan sneered at me. "That's what janitor closets are for! Now piss off!" I snapped at him. 

"What happened?" Rory and Andrea came over. "Tristan was glued to our lockers and he was eating his new girlfriend's face," I muttered. 

"Not to mention she's all giving us fashion advice we never asked for," Paris rolled her eyes. "What did she say about you, Heather?" 

"That I shouldn't be buttoned up, I have great boobs," I told her. I immediately looked down at my chest. "Jesus, was she staring at my boobs in PE?" 

"She told me I should get bangs," Paris sighed. "Because of my long forehead." 

"Oh!" Madeline piped up and handed Rory, Andrea and I invitations. "Party, my house on Saturday, Rory you can bring your boyfriend, Heather, I'm sure a lot of the guys will be asking you out." 

"Well, they'll be met with a resounding no," I told her. Paris, Louise and Madeline walked away, leaving the three of us alone. 

"I don't want to go to that party, see Tristan all over that bitch," Andrea muttered. "What's the worst that could happen?" I tried to cheer her up.