chilton. you got into chilton. you were… ecstatic, to say the least. you’re really fucking smart, your grandparents were able to fund it, and though it was an hour bus ride from your house in the small, quaint and charming town of stars hollow, you don’t mind.

of course… you were expecting the kids at chilton to be a little snobby. your best friend lane warned you about it, your mother lorelai, her friend sookie, basically everyone.

the only downside is you happened to meet a boy at stars hollow high on your last day. dean, is his name. but it’s ok, lane’s keeping you updated on him.

it’s been a disastrous first day so far. your mother woke up late, your grandmother showed up to meet the principal, it took a few minutes to find your schedule, but finally, you’re in your first class of the day. english literature.

it’s been… different. not bad, just new. the current topic is tolstoy, something you’re confident in because of your history with books. there’s this girl paris who keeps giving you dirty looks and answering every question quite quickly. you’re not intimidated, just weirded out. she’s pretty, it’s a shame.

it’s finally the last few minutes of lesson when the door opens, and entering is a boy. an attractive one. he’s got this tousled brown hair that’s the perfect length— and these silver studs in his ears, and this lazy smirk on his face as his eyes slide to the teacher.

“mr. sturniolo, nice to see you.”

he nods, a mumbled “you too, teach.” before walking to the back of the room. his eyes land on you for a moment, though. a furrow of his brows, a tilt of his head, that smirk growing a little more before he plops down in his seat. he leans forward, whispering to the boy in front of him.

“who’s that?”

“new girl.”

and right on cue, a few moments later, the bell rings. ‘class dismissed’, and everyone’s getting up. your hair falls in front of your face as you stand, packing your bag as the boy walks past you.

“looks like we’ve got ourselves a mary.”