ballerina girl~ J Mariano[1]

chapter thirty four

"Hey." Lorelai announced her presence to Luke.

"Hey." Luke replied.

"Geez, look at this place." Camille looked around.

"It's a mess." Rory added.

"How long-." Lorelai started.

"Nope, can't sit here." Luke interrupted her.

"Why not?" Camille asked.

"Three people got nailed in the head here earlier." Luke answered.

"But their food was okay, right?" Lorelai questioned.

"Will you just move?" Luke inquired as Lorelai's phone started to ring. "Outside."

"You know, if I sit here one more second, I just might be outside. Order me some coffee." Lorelai got up and went outside.

Jess walked over to Camille and handed her an open umbrella.

"Oh, you are really funny. You and Tom should put an act together." Luke told him. "I'd leave it open."

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The lab teacher was talking about a test that would be upcoming.

"Madeline?" Paris whispered.

"What?" The dark haired girl asked.

"What are you guys doing tonight?" Paris questioned.

"It's Friday night." Madeline stated.

"So you've got dates?" Paris assumed.

"Well, yeah." Madeline rolled her eyes. "why?"

"I was kind of hoping you could study with me." Paris mumbled.

"On a Friday night?" Madeline asked.

"Yes." Paris replied.

"But we've got dates." Madeline informed her.

"What is she saying?" Camille questioned.

"She wants us to study with her." the dark hair girl responded.

"On a Friday night?" Louise inquired.

"Yeah." Madeline nodded her head.

"But we've got dates." Louise mumbled.

"I know you have dates, I was hoping maybe you'd cancel them." Paris shrugged.

The bickering over studying and dates carried on so Camille went over to Rory, soon after Paris came over. She was upset over her A minus.

"What do you mean, so? I got an A-minus. I have never gotten an A-minus. I just can't focus lately. Things are so weird at my house. My dad finally figured out exactly how much it was gonna cost him to divorce my mom, so now he's back and it's bad enough that I wasted all that time crunching the numbers with him, but now that he's back, they're fighting and redecorating. The place is a mess. I need help." The darker blonde ranted.

"Look, I can't tonight, but if you're still freaked out after the quiz on Tuesday, I will spend everyday next week helping you prepare for the final, okay?" Rory offered.

"I guess." Paris muttered.

"Relax. It will be fine, we promise." Camille reassured her.

"All I had to do was move a decimal point and none of this would've happened." Paris sighed.