𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐒 is the daughter of Luke Danes, and is always second best to the already perfect Rory Gilmore, somebody who Lucy has compared herself to her entire school life until Rory is accepted to the prestigious school, Chilton, somew...
⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ chapter twenty-two, Gilmore Girls — Season One
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March 3rd, 2001
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[ LUCY'S POV ]
SATURDAY NIGHT IS SPENT AT SNIFFY'S TAVERN LIKE ALWAYS. Since missing one two months ago, I haven't missed a single one. I'm here every Saturday with my dad, where I like to be.
However, this weekend is especially stressful because come this following week, I have two tests and I feel as if I'm running behind. Due to my lack of sleep and my dying need for coffee every two seconds, I feel as if I'm going to fail these upcoming tests.
Maisie presented us with food ten minutes ago and I've failed to touch it because all I've been doing is working. If I don't work, I'll fall behind, and I can't afford to fail.
I feel guilty, yes, but I've spent the entire day working with my dad today because he needed help in the diner. Rachel has been a massive help the past two months but she chose to run a few errands instead, so now I'm studying at dinner.
"Lucy." Dad's voice sounds strict, and all I do is hum in response. I don't lift my eyes from the pages of my textbook, and Dad says my name again. I once again don't lift my head, and I stay focused on the task at hand. If I can just finish this then—
A hand covers the page I'm reading. "Lucy."
I lift my head, my head tilted to one side in frustration. "Oh, it's nice of you to look at me," Dad taunts, and I reach forward to take a sip of my cherry coke that is bow lukewarm.
I push my dad's hand away. "I have to study," I tell him, but I don't think he actually cares.
He places his hand over the book again, and I let out a sigh. "Dad, come on, I—"
"Kid, what's going on?"
"Sorry," I say, leaning back in my seat. "I just really need to study, and I know it's Saturday but I'm behind and—"
"How are you behind?" Dad interrupts.
I pull my eyes off him, shameful of what I'm about to tell him but I have to be honest. "Do you remember that test I did two weeks ago? The biology one?" Of course he knows, he has my freaking schedule on the fridge. "Anyway, I got a B- in that, and..." I hate that I even let myself get a B-. I've never in my life received anything lower than an A because I never allow myself to get lower. I can't believe it. "I just haven't been focusing enough. I should be studying and working on getting into Yale but I've been—"
