Chapter Five: Kill me now

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The rest of the girls' first week at Chilton was surprisingly uneventful for the most part. The classes were still intense and full of make-up work and playing catch up, Each teacher had given them a study binder that weighed more than they did combined. Tori was having an easier time with the extra work load, but it was still a lot to do. The only saving grace of the week was that Tristan Dugray had insisted on walking her to all of her classes everyday.

The rest of the boys were still walking around calling them those ridiculous nicknames and Paris was still semi-stalking them, giving them death glares at every turn. And if that wasn't bad enough, the sisters were pulled aside Friday and informed that they would need to pick a sport to participate in. They had until next week to choose.

"This sucks," Rory complained looking over the list of sports Chilton offered as her twin gather her things out of her locker, "I'm awful at sports

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"This sucks," Rory complained looking over the list of sports Chilton offered as her twin gather her things out of her locker, "I'm awful at sports."

"You'll get no argument from me there." Tori replied as she shut her locker door and turned to face her sister. Behind her Tristan let out a soft chuckle as the three made their way towards the exit.

Rory frowned, "Well thanks so much for the support."

Tori smiled brightly, "What are sisters for?"

"There are so many things on this list," Rory said looking back down at the paper in her hand, "I didn't even know all these spots existed. Lacrosse, track, golf, cheerleading..."

"Okay Mary, we get it." Tristan cut her off with at laugh, throwing his arm around Tori, "It's not that bad, just pick the sport with the littlest physical effort and you're golden."

"It's Rory," She glared playfully before asking, "What sport do you play?"

"Football," He told her with a proud smile, "I'm the quarterback."

"Congratulations?" Rory questioned, unsure. "So are you like the official quarter holder after they flip it in the air?"

Tristan just stared back at the girl oddly, "I don't know how to answer that." He said shaking his head.

Tori laughed and shook her head, "God, it's like they think we're athletic or something."

"Right," her sister said sarcastically, rolling her eyes, "Except you are athletic, Tor."

"Oh shoot that's right," Tori smirked playfully, "Well one of us had to be. And it certainly wasn't gonna be you or mom."

"What sport are you gonna try out for?" Tristan asked her as he walked with them through the parking lot to the bus stop.

"Hmm," Tori shrugged thoughtfully, "I know I'm gonna try out for cheerleading, but I'm also kinda interested in playing golf or lacrosse too. I've never played either but they look fun enough."

The girls' bus finally arrived and they said their goodbyes to Tristan before boarding and heading home. The ride was about thirty minutes long so they decided to go ahead and get some homework done on their way home. They had dinner with the grandparents tonight, which would cut into their work time so they needed to get a head start.

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