two blondes and a brunette

Chilton?

The drive to Yale was quiet and peaceful as Rory drove the car, singing along to the songs on the radio. She had taken the bus to Hartford to get her car from her grandparents place, and had spent the whole ride reminiscing about her time at Chilton, and the bus rides she used to take everyday. After getting to her grandparents place, she told them hello and that she was going to head to Yale early because her roommate had an emergency. She decided not to think too much about that, and ruin her mood trying to figure out what Paris was talking about, hoping she was just being dramatic.

Once she was at Yale, she took a deep breath in before walking towards her dorm.

She opened the door, and closed her eyes tightly, holding her breath, expecting the worst.

Silence.

She opened her eyes, to see that the whole dorm was a mess, covered in clothes, dresses, shoes, and magazines. What the hell?

There was no sign of Paris, so she decided to take the time to put her stuff in her room and settle down, before trying to figure out what was wrong.

She opened the door to her room with her elbow and turned around to push it open. As soon as she did she dropped her bags and screamed at what she heard.

"Gilmore! Where the hell have you been?! How long does it take to get in a car and drive to Yale?!" Paris screamed.

"Jeez Paris calm down." she said, picking up her bags and walking inside her room. "What happened? Why are there clothes all over the place and why are you in my room?" She asked her, sitting on her bed.

"I'll tell you everything but first you need to tell me what was so important that you didn't pick up any of my calls!" Paris said, not calming down.

"I didn't have it on me..." Rory told her, reluctantly.

"Why the hell not?!" Paris asked.

"Well I was at the party with my grandparents, and me and Tristan and Logan-" she started, but was cut off.

"Tristan?" Paris asked, a little calmer.

"Oh yeah, he's here at Yale now, Tristan DuGray, he gave me his number and-" she explained.

"That's good." Paris said thinking, walking out of the room ignoring Rory's confused look.

"Wha- Paris what do you mean that's good?" She asked, getting up and following her out.

"He can be my date, and you can bring Dean and we'll all be fine." Paris said, stopping in front of her room, getting calmer by the minute.

"Your date? Paris what are you talking about- and wait Dean can't be my date to this mystery event." Rory told her.

"What do you mean? Why not?" Paris asked, starting to lose her calm.

"We broke up... last night." She told her, eyeing her, trying to figure out what was wrong. Why is she shaking? What's happening? What event? What was the emerg-

"That's alright, we can get you another date. Huntzberger? Or we could all go as a group, that's pretty popular." Paris ranted, trying to think of a solution before she lost her calm again.

"Paris, what are you talking about!?" Rory asked, having had enough of the blondes ranting.

"I got a call." She told her, moving restlessly.

"A call?" Rory asked, confused.

"Yes, a call." Paris said.

"Ok so you got a call... from?" She asked.

"Chilton." She simply stated.

"Chilton?...