Hierarchy by FuNiNdAsUn40
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters created by WB writers. My ideas for this story are like no other I've seen before however, so I am claiming these. I own something. Yipee:o)
Summary: Currently Trory. Rory and Tristan are on opposite sides of the Hartford Social Class. Like the Socs and Greasers, but neither group is inferior. Characters from One Tree Hill. AU.
Backround Info:
The Hartford social class is totally different. It is divided into two, but neither group is considered better or more privileged than the other.
The first group has always sent their kids to Palmer Elementary, and is known by the other group as the Plaids.
The others send their offspring to Hartford Elementary. They are graciously called the Khakis.
When elementary school ends and high school begins, Chilton is the only option for the upper class. (The Hartford School System is going to be messed up. Chilton doesn't start until sophomore year for the sake of the story. Sorry) Every year the two opposite groups meet, and are destined to clash and rival. They don't like each other. No one can exactly remember why, but that's just how it is.
The Plaids: Rory, Logan, Finn, Louise, Peyton, Nathan, Hayley, Skylar, Mouth, and Skills.
The Khakis: Tristan, Collin, Marty, Paris, Madeline, Summer, Brooke, Tim, Jake, and Lucas.
A/N: I'm going to try something new and format this as a t.v. show would be done. Just something new that could be fun, you know? I mean, who wouldn't love to be able to create their own t.v. show anyway?
Episode 1.01
Pilot
Rory checked over herself once more as a horn honked outside. She sighed. "Stupid uniforms," she muttered to herself as she headed down the main staircase, out the door, and hopped into the backseat of Logan's black Mustang next to Sky.
She squealed. "First day of Chilton! Do you realize this is like, the first time in months we've had to wear plaid?"
Rory smiled at her best friend's antics. Though they both had the same dark hair and blue eyes, she was Rory's total opposite in many ways. She was outgoing, bubbly, and (gasp!) athletic! But they'd been friends their whole life, and were inseparable.
"At least they aren't polka dots or anything!" Rory quipped. Even though she was smart and shy, her personality seemed to come alive when she was around her friends. A stranger would never guess.
"I hear ya! That would be just plain wrong! I 'aint gonna wear no polka dots!" Skills exclaimed from Sky's other side. He'd moved to Hartford last year, but hit it off with the group, especially Sarah and Nathan, who all shared a love for basketball.
Logan and Peyton laughed from the front. Rory had known them nearly as long as she had Sarah, and Logan was perhaps her closest male friend, being the jokester and witty conversationalist that he was. She and Peyton were also close, sharing a love for music.
"Well, if we're done chit chatting, let's get this show on the road!" Logan exclaimed as they sped out of the Hayden mansion in Star's Hollow.
They got to Chilton early, just as sophomores were told to do. Logan pulled in next to Nathan's parked car and they joined the rest of their friends.
"Wassup dogg?" Skills asked Mouth. Mouth was kind of the geek of the group. Like a lost puppy they'd felt bad for and taken under their wing.
"Hey Skills, you see the game last night?" Nathan asked. Rory rolled her eyes as the conversation automatically shifted to sports, and couldn't help but suppress a grin as Sky joined in also.
Finn and Louise were talking about their latest conquests, the perfect example of the slut and male slut of the group.
Logan and Peyton had made some remark about skipping sixth period, and were therefore receiving a reprimand from Hayley about not taking school seriously enough.
Rory used her free time to let her eyes wander. The school was large and intimidating, with a large gargoyle here and there. She recognized people from her old school, Plaids as they were graciously called. She also saw many people she'd never seen before, obviously Khakis. One she noticed in particular. Across the parking lot stood a tall, cocky blonde with blue eyes that matched her own.
Tristan DuGrey felt good. After all, he had unofficially been declared King of Chilton for the sophomore class.
"I can't believe they gave it to a Plaid this year," Lucas, his cousin, said bitterly from beside him. Lucas was usually quiet and serious, broody even. But despite how kind and caring he is, he'd always had a hatred for Plaids. Maybe because his half brother and abandoning father are ones?
"Well, she is a Hayden, not to mention a Gilmore as well," Summer said.
"So which one is her?" Collin asked. He was probably the biggest snob of the bunch, but fit in perfectly with the rest of the group's egos.
Paris pointed her out to them. "I met her at a college fair," she explained when she received questioning looks from her friends.
"Lets head in," Brooke suggested to the group. Tim nodded, and everyone began to follow them in.
Everyone that is, except for Tristan. He was openly staring at the brunette Paris had pointed out only moments before.
She was beautiful in the full sense of the word.
For a moment, their eyes met, and she looked away blushing.
"Tristan!" Marty calling him snapped him out of his own thoughts. "You coming?" he asked.
"Yah, I'm coming," he answered, following him in.
"He's hot, isn't he?" Louise asked from beside Rory.
"Only a little," Rory denied, blushing. The two hooked arms and walked straight to homeroom, as they had been instructed to do.
The teacher walked in and laughed. The class was totally split down the middle. The Plaids on one side, the Khakis on the other, with two nearly empty rows between them. Those sitting in-between had a look of utter confusion on their face. "Time to get over yourselves," she told them jokingly. "I want you guys to get in groups of ten, but five people in your group have to come from the other side of the room. Ask each other questions, and get to know each other. I'll be back right before the bell. Make me proud."
Group One- Rory, Sky, Finn, Mouth, Nathan, Tristan, Summer, Paris, Brooke, and Collin
"So… who wants to go first?" Mouth asked.
"I will," Finn said after a long pause.
"What's you favorite color?" Rory asked, trying to keep it simple.
"You're supposed to ask something you don't already know," Paris interrupted. Rory gave her a death glare. "And it has to be a question of substance," she added.
"Fine." Rory paused for a moment, thinking. "What do you consider your most important trait?"
"I'm exotic," Finn answered, flashing a smile.
"But your only from Australia," Sky pointed out.
"So?" Finn asked defensively.
"And weren't you born in the U.S.?" Rory asked.
"One question only Gilmore," Finn snapped.
"My turn," Nathan said from his right. "What's you real name?" he asked, grinning.
Finn gave him a horrified look. He was silent for a while. "Finnegan," he managed to say quietly after his internal struggle. He still hadn't come to terms with his horrendous birth-given name.
The Khakis sniggered, and Rory laughed outright. "Hey!" Finn exclaimed. "Your name is Lor-el-ai! What kind of a name is that?"
"One that's better than yours," she choked out through her laughter.
Tristan laughed, receiving surprised looks from his friends. He shrugged them off.
"Bite me," Finn answered bitterly.
"Why Finn! I thought we agreed we're better off as friends!" Rory quipped in a falsely surprised voice.
"I'm done, who's next?" he asked, ignoring his friend.
Group Two- Skills, Logan, Hayley, Louise, Peyton, Mary, Madeline, Lucas, Tim, and Jake
"So is your father a rapper or something?" Tim asked Skills.
"No. Why?"
"Then what did he do, rob a bank or something?"
At this Skills became very serious. "Just because I'm black don' mean my dad's either a rapper or got his money illegally." He answered firmly, glaring at Tim.
"Ooookay," Lucas said, sensing the tension. "My turn."
-Group 1-
"How many girls have you been with?" Summer asked mischievously.
Tristan smirked. "Fourteen."
Rory's mouth dropped open. "You count? And your only sixteen!"
"That might be your excuse Mary.."
"I'm Rory," she interrupted.
"I know that… Mary."
"Alright," the teacher interrupted, entering, entering the room. "The bell is going to ring soon, so back to your seats!"
Everyone gladly separated to go back to their friends.
At lunch time Tristan saw Rory sitting alone. Telling his friends he'd be right back, he went to see her. "Hey Mary," he said, sliding into the seat next to her.
She put down the book she had currently been reading. "I've told you before, it's Rory."
"Really? Interesting…. so where are all your friends? You have to have friends, being the queen of Chilton and all."
"School is not a hierarchy Tristan. And do you really want me to go through the list?"
"Why of course. The sound of your voice just brightens my day!" She glared at him. "Continue," he said, his smirk never faltering.
"Nathan, Skills, Mouth, and Sky are probably in the gym. Hayley's at the tutoring center, Louise and Finn are probably off with someone in a closet doing unspeakable things, and Logan and Peyton didn't even make it to third period before feeling the need to get out of here. Happy?"
"Extremely…. Mary."
Sky shot the ball over Nathan's head and watched as it went through the net with a swish. "Ha!" she said gloating. "Beat that! I told you I'd win. I'm gonna be the first girl in the NBA!"
Nathan knocked the ball out of her hands. "No. I'm gonna be in the NBA. You're gonna be my cheerleader."
Just then the door to the gym opened. Lucas stood there, staring for a few seconds before turning around and leaving.
The group was silent. "Please don't tell me he plays?" Nathan said out loud.
"How should we know? He's your brother," Sky joked.
"Don't call him that!"
"Sorry."
"Uh. Oh. There's gonna be no brotherly love on this high school team. Can anyone else sense the angst in all this?" Mouth quipped.
"Very funny Mouth. I'm laughing on the inside," Nathan said dryly as he left the gym.
"I thought it was funny Mouthy boy!" Skills reassured as he followed Nathan out. The other two soon followed as well.
"So was that Tristan I saw getting up from your table as we came in at lunch today?" Sky asked Rory that night over the phone.
"Yah. He won't leave my alone. Keeps calling me Mary."
Sky giggled. "You know what that means, don't you?"
"No. What?"
"Means he thinks your a goody-goody. Innocent."
"Jeeze. So what do you think he's gonna call Louise then?"
"He'll probably add a Magdalene to it."
"Wow. Biblical Insults. This is an advanced school."
"So this Tristan guy, he's an ass then?"
"Yah… an ass," Rory answered after faltering a bit.
Sometimes you just feel as if you can see deeper than others. You want to just see what they see, but you can't help it, it's just there. You can feel it.
This has been a W.B. production. Certain quotes were used from Love & Basketball and Gilmore Girls. Thanks for "watching", and see you next time on Heirarchy! lol
A/N: That last thing in italics was something Rory was saying in the backround. If you're a One Tree Hill fan then you've seen/heard it done before. If not, then just consider it like, her thoughts. Next episode I have to add a theme song, because they never have them in the pilot but they do for the other episodes. I'm gonna have other stuff going on here besides the Trory though. So if you have any ideas or opinions, let me know. I don't just mean pairings either though. You know, situations and stuff.
I need to come up with a theme song! Any ideas? I was thinking the song Collide? Let me know!
And One last thing: make sure you read my story The Saga Of Mary and Bible Boy. I'm oh so proud that I finished it. Ha ha.
Oh ya and don't forget to review. Thanks! ttyl, Sarah