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Post by GilmoreStarAngel on Feb 3, 2002 19:48:06 GMT -5
"What?" Alyssa yelled across the room to Paris. "why do u keep staring?" she wined.
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Post by jaideen016 on Feb 3, 2002 19:50:13 GMT -5
~*~ Streets Of Stars Hollow ~*~
A man walked around in awe. The town he just entered was new and weird. Just being in it for five minutes, its weird. He walked down the street and to the building with a curtain tighly covering his new place. 'Its *my* company,' he successfully smiled to himself. His new place officially opened in one week and until then it was kept very confidential what this place was. He continued past it and to the diner on the corner. He walked into Luke's and took a seat at the counter, waiting to be helped.
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Post by jaideen016 on Feb 3, 2002 19:55:09 GMT -5
"I'm sorry. I didn't know there was a law against looking around," Paris yelled back. "I'll be sure to keep my eyes from looking in you direction," she stated harshly. Before Alyssa could reply the bell rang and Paris left the room and went to her locker.
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Post by GilmoreStarAngel on Feb 3, 2002 20:02:08 GMT -5
"OMG I just want to rip her hair out!" Alyssa said grabbing her things and heading after Paris.
"Are you going be like this a lot?" Trsitan ask smirking at her as he nad Rory followed after Alyssa. She looked at him, but kept her pace. "You know with your hormones all freaking out with the baby and all." he finished. They were only a few lockers away from Paris.
"I dunno Trist. Guess, you should just be happy that your not the father," she joked with him.
"Yeah you got that right." he shot back.
"So 'little Miss Perrrfect'," Alyssa started as she leaned against Paris' locker. "What is your problem with me? Really, because I would like to know. You think your all high and mighty and you can do whatever you please, we'll newsflash sweetheart. I don't like being stared at! So tell me what your problem is!" Alyssa said.
Tristan put a hand on Alyssa shoulder, "Calm down." he said to her softly.
Alyssa shook her head, "No. I didn't do anything to her and all she does every period is sits there an stares at me. I have a right to know why!" Alyssa finished now she was the one who was staring at Paris. Waiting for an answer.
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Post by jaideen016 on Feb 3, 2002 20:07:57 GMT -5
Paris was growing very irritated. "You know NOTHING about me life or me. So don't you dare demand anything from me," she snapped. Paris didn't have any best friends or really good friends. Basically she was alone. SUre she hung out with Madeline and Louise, but she very different from them. "And I do *NOT* have to answer to you for any reason." With that Paris slammed her locker shut and just started walking down the hall to the lunchroom.
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Post by GilmoreStarAngel on Feb 3, 2002 20:14:40 GMT -5
Alyssa matched her pace, "your right i don't know a thing about you. Nor do i care too. Your just some stuck up snot, who wants something or should i say someone that you can't have, "Alyssa knew that was a pretty harsh thing to say but this girl had made Rory's life some-what hellish and she was having these staring fits all day long. it was getting old. "But guess what you don't know what is going on in my life either." Alyssa grabbed her arm and held her still, look at her with the look of death, "So do not contintue to stare at me unless you plan on telling me why." Alyssa got close, "Believe me, if you do I will make your life hell." Then Alyssa let go of her arm and smiled sweetly, and said, "So Paris, do you have something you want to tell me," she finished in her sweetest voice and smile.
Tristan and Rory stood there speechless.
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Post by jaideen016 on Feb 3, 2002 20:21:38 GMT -5
'That girl overstepped her boundaries the minute she grabbed my arm,' Paris thought to herself, holding back the urge to slam her against the lockers and walk away. "I have nothing, nor will I have anything to say to you except keep you distance. And if you ever touch me again I swear you will be sorry." She shot a glare at each of them. She desperately wished she was seven again. When her and Tristan had been best friends. But then High School happened and their past disappeared. She brought her gaze back to Alyssa. "And I will do what I please when I damn well please." Paris barked at her and continued walking. She knew Alyssa would have something else to say, because well she sensed a lack in the common sense level...as well as Tact.
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Post by GilmoreStarAngel on Feb 3, 2002 20:29:24 GMT -5
"HA!" Alyssa laughed. "You didn't just threaten me! Come on! Get real. I have taken on bigger and bader people than you Miss know it all." Alyssa shot. "You don't scare me. and this game you play. I can play it ten times better. I've been around the world and back. You dream about hell, I've lived in it. So you want play these games with me, that's fine. But don't say i did warn you. Soon you'll too know what it's like to live hell." Alyssa smiled. "Guys I'm hungry!" Alyssa yelled to Tristan and Rory. Her voice was normal, like her whole convo with Paris did not just happen. "Come on guys hurry up! The pregent women has to eat you know!" she smiled and looked at Paris. "Oh haven't you heard!" she smiled to Paris, "I'm pregent!" This should be very interseting Alyssa thought, I'm sure she didn't see that one coming.
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Post by jaideen016 on Feb 3, 2002 20:37:05 GMT -5
Paris knew what she was going to say next was extremely harsh, but she was really pissed off. She just couldn't take these people, this school, her home life, and the drama that went on in that place she calls home. Sure she took out how she felt on other people mostly, but something about Alyssa irritated her. She always found a way to push Paris' buttons, whether she spoke to her or not, the same way I suppose Paris did to Rory.
Paris just exploded. She tried to bite her tongue and walk away, but like something about her pushed the wrong buttons.
"Actually no. It doesn't surprise me someone...like you... would go and get pregnant." Paris looked, waiting for someone to intervene and 'protect' the other girl. But no one had yet.
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Post by GilmoreStarAngel on Feb 3, 2002 20:47:44 GMT -5
Alyssa didn't drop her smiling, nor the act she'd been puttin on. Paris thought that would faze her, think again. Alyssa has been prepared for far worse. Those words would probably be the same words coming from her mothers mouth right before she when into a long drown out speech about how she was a disapointment and such a bad girl, and blah blah blah. Tristan started to step foward. Alyssa put up her hand. "I figured you say that. I am such a slut arn't I. Hm.. or could it be the fact that someone actually loves me. Whatever the case maybe, I'm still having a baby. And i'm gonna take much better care of it then your mother did with you and my mother did with me. SO go ahead talk about me behind my back, make up rumors, go nuts." Alyssa surched up her nose and smiled. Then she leaned in and wispered in her ear, "but remember I know that you wish for that other life. Perhaps Rory Gilmore's life." She leaned back and smiled.
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Post by jaideen016 on Feb 3, 2002 21:02:22 GMT -5
"How do you know what I wish for?" Paris snapped at her. She was furious. Sure she kinda of wished for a life like Rory's but it was much more than that. She wished for a different life but it can't be changed. "I accept the life I come from and the life I am forced to live, but that isn't what I wish to change." Paris stated to her. She was not about to expose that she was human, that she had feeling, that she was a normal hormonally imbalanced teenager, much less then Alyssa at the moment, but it was not the way Paris was ever permitted to act. If anyone knew about facades, it was definately what every child went through during these same stage in life, if they were born to such burdenous families as these.
"Maybe you haven't accepted your life and your blood family, but I have accepted mine. If there was a way I could change it, I would at the drop of a hat. But I can't and I live with that. So you are mistaken. I've stopped wishing many years ago, when I realized that dreams don't come true." Paris finished, probably showing far more emotion in the words she spoke then she wanted to, but emotion came out in her words rather then actions. Gellars don't cry, or anything like that. It shows weakness and they show weakness to know one, or so her mother drilled into her head. Only two people have ever seen her cry, and they were not her parents. ANd there she stands waiting only seconds for Alyssa to shoot open her mouth...again.
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Post by GilmoreStarAngel on Feb 3, 2002 21:14:11 GMT -5
What was it with this girl? Why did she have have to be like this? The truth was Alyssa didnt really hate Paris nor did she ever want to hate her. She just didn't like being stared at. Everywhere she went. People would talk. She was always the rich girl, with the rich parents, who were always in the paper. Their perfect family. Everyone wanted to be her, everyone but her that was. because under neather all that make-up all the pictures all the money. Were bitter, ruthless people who cared only for themselves and the deals that would keep them rich and wealthy. Which was fine. ALyssa stayed away from it all. She would lock herself in her room-one that could fit a small country in it- and just be alone. no cared, nor did they notice. And she liked it that way. The staring was fine she was use to it. But coming from Paris it bugged her. She just seemed like she was trying to be better then everything like she felt that she was perfect. that was one thing that annoyed ALyssa. No one was perfect, although Alyssa mother would tell you other wise. Somehting about Paris reminded Alyssa of her mother. Her mother always felt that she was perfect, and she made sure everyone knew it. It was so horrible grown up with her. She cared only for herself. But that was fine. Because Alyssa didnt need her mother nor this sh*t she was getting from Paris. Alyssa cell rang again. She held up a finger to Paris, "One sec sweety." she said to Paris. "hello? (pause) Hold on." "Yeah, well denye it all want. Whatever. I have to go. she grabbed Rory's hand who was holding onto Tristan and started to pull them away. "so what where you saying?" she said into the phone and she waved to Paris. They entered the lunch room.
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Post by jaideen016 on Feb 3, 2002 21:21:18 GMT -5
As they disappeared into the lunchroom, Paris' presence dissipated. She turned on her heel and took off down the hallway. She ran and hid herself in a tiny place she knew of. No one else would be able to find her, she just stayed in there for the rest of lunch. Tears falling down her cheeks. As long as no one saw her she was fine, her strong front still showed, and to the rest of the world she seemed emotionless. And there she stayed. The bell rang, signifying the end of lunch, but she didn't move. And a few minutes later the late bell rang. "I should be in Chemistry right now," she said softly to herself but still made no motion to move.
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Post by GilmoreStarAngel on Feb 3, 2002 21:38:33 GMT -5
Alyssa looked over at her lab partner, and smiled. He was nice his name was Todd. She raised her hand. "Yes Miss Constantino?" the teacher asked. "May I please be excused to the bathroom?" she asked sweetly. The teacher nodded, handing her the pass and contintued talking. Alyssa softly shut the door, and made her way down the hall to the bathroom. She went and threw up. She felt awful. But she was not about to let anyone know. She wiped her mouth with the hard toliet paper. She made her way out of the stall and over to the sink. "I am so hidous," she said outloud to herself. She turned on the water and waited for it to warm up. She splashed her face. She hear a sniff. She turned off the water and went over to the stall with the door closed. She knocked on the door.
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Post by jaideen016 on Feb 3, 2002 21:43:23 GMT -5
Silence came from behind the door. The door was locked and there she sat. Her knees pulled tighly to her chest as she sat on the seat of the toilet, so know one would think anyone was in here. 'I'm such an idiot. Next time I'd be better off skipping school or something. The girls bathroom...I'm such an idiot,' Paris thought to herserlf, and stupity clouding her thoughts. She didn't want to nor could answer at the knock of the door. She knew who was on the other side and just prayed that she would leave.
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