Disclaimer: It's a fanfictions… for obvious reason as a "fan" I can not claim this as my own. BUT! The idea is mine – and that's the basis of what you're reading… SO ENJOY!
A/N: I'm running this along with my ROGAN – Push. Which I've decided to re-compress from my previously expanded Trilogy into one single story. This is too keep my mind busy ENJOY!
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Chapter 1: Conspiracy
"What!" Tristan exclaimed in outrage.
"It is that or expulsion. Take your pick Mr. DuGrey."
"All I did was move your car onto the roof." Tristan stated, being careful to keep his accomplices names out of the discussion.
"Take your pick Mr. DuGrey."
"And if it had been the Janitors car? I suppose I'd be asked to apologize?"
"Mr. DuGrey." Headmaster Charlton said, with more than a hint of warning in his voice.
"So what are the options again? Expulsion or… prom committee?" Tristan asked, exasperated.
"Those are the options," was the straight answer.
"And say I join the Prom Committee? What then? You call my father and he pulls my tuition and ships me off to military school?"
"We pretend it never happened, assuming," he added, "that a considerable effort is put forth on your part."
"Right…"
"I am being very generous here Mr. DuGrey."
"I don't have much choice here, do I?"
"Not true. You have two choices. Expulsion or –"
"Prom Committee," Tristan finished for him.
"Prom Committee," he repeated.
"When do we meet?" Tristan asked in defeat.
"What is this Paris?" Rory exclaimed, waving a piece of paper in Paris's face.
"Your schedule." Paris answered, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"I gathered that, thank you." Rory replied hotly. "But what's this, here."
"Prom Committee," Paris read.
"Exactly. I did not sign up for Prom Committee. So obviously it was a mistake. But when I brought it back to the guidance office they told me that a Paris Gellar signed me up. Where do you get off signing me up for some stupid dance committee?"
"Look, I'm president of the committee. After seeing the list of who's involved, I realized that if I want a dance I need someone who's not only here on account of their parents donating a building to the school."
"But why me?"
"Because people like you. You're the calm to my storm. People will listen to you, and you will tell them what I tell you to tell them. This way even Summer can learn how to set up a table."
"What ever you say Big Brother."
"Hey! I resent that!"
"You deserve it. And forget it – I'm not helping."
"Please Rory," Paris said, removing her aggressive tone, and replacing it with a pleading one.
"No."
"Come on, it will look great on a college application."
"Paris, I don't have time for this."
"We only meet once a week."
"I have the Franklin."
"I'll let you have the lead story for the Franklin."
"What?"
"Top story – what ever it is. It's yours."
Rory was silent for a moment.
"Please Rory, I really need this."
"Fine." She grumbled. "When's our first meeting?"
A/N: Sorry it's so short… Don't worry – as the story develops, the chapters will get longer.