AN: Umm, Rory is a senior. This story is in here POV. Rory has a sixteen year-old brother named Kyle. Rory is talking in the past in the beginning but then it'll go on to the present later.
Ch.1- So much for our anniversary
I had woken up early that morning. I put one of my hemmed skirts and a pair of black stilettos. I even bothered to curl my hair and put a dark blue ribbon in it. I took my favorite car to school; my Maserati. I got the present out my trunk with a teddy bear and then I headed for the stairs. It was my 4-year anniversary with my boyfriend Logan Huntzburger. I had gotten him a platinum chain, his favorite cologne, and a plane ticket with me to Fiji. I knew that Fiji was his favorite place to go. I had planned to give him my virginity the day we arrived. But all that changed when I walked into the girl's bathroom to check my makeup and saw Logan with his pants down fucking Summer Roberts up against the bathroom wall between the sinks. Of course the stupid bastard hadn't even noticed that I had walked in. "Uh, if you don't mind you fucking backstabbing bitch, I'd like to say something to my boyfriend". I had said. Logan had this look of horror on his face. He quickly pulled up his pants and I walked out into the hall to talk to him. "Ace! I swear, it's…. it's not what it looks like! I was uh… asking her for the Calculus questions when she just threw herself on me!" He told me. "Oh really? And my best friend just unzipped your pants for you and forced you to screw her on our anniversary?! Yea, no. Well, ex-best friend now. And now it's ex-boyfriend." "Ace! No! Please! I screwed up!" He yelled. I stepped towards him and grabbed his tie to my face. I knew I had a look of complete hatred in my eyes. I could see the fear on his face. "Listen you asshole. She was my best friend Logan! But besides that, on our anniversary?! How long has this been going on Logan?!" "This is the first time Ace! I swear!" "I said how long you ass!" "Sincethefirstdaywewentout." He mumbled. "What?" "Since the first day we started going out." He hung his head in shame.
By this time the first period bell had rang and I had mascara streaming down my face and a huge group of students were watching. Summer tried to sneak out of the bathroom. "Summer, you hoe. So you have to go and steal my boyfriend and infect him your AIDS. You're such a whore that you can't just keep your hands off of my boyfriends?!" I yelled at her. "It's not my fault Gilmore if your boyfriends want a real woman." She said with a smirk. "No, they just want a quick fuck. I hate you Summer. Just remember, karma is such a bitch." I had said with venom dripping from every word. "And Logan, you can burn in hell for all I care. Come near me, and I swear to god, I'll get a restraining Order!" That leads me to where I am now, in the arms of Tristan DuGrey in the courtyard crying my eyes out. "Mary, my beautiful Mary. Please, shhhh." He whispered in my ear. He wiped my eyes with his thumb. I was so embarrassed. Here I was sitting in the lap of the guy who I used to be in love with before Logan. I mean, we never went out, but we were friends. But when Logan found out, he was threatened by Tristan and told me not to be friends with him or he would break up with me, and me being the idiot I am, stopped being friends with Tristan. "Tristan?" "Yes my beautiful angel?" "I'm sorry." "What could you possibly be sorry for?" "We used to be good friends until I listened to that idiot Logan. I'm so sorry. You were so sweet about it too. You're such a wonderful person. Thank you." "There's no need to say sorry Mare. That was a long time ago. I forgave you along time go." He told me sweetly. With that I placed a kiss on his lips. And at that exact moment I felt this overwhelming bolt of electricity flow through my body. I pulled away and he wiped my cheek and kissed it. "Lets get you out of here. You need some mourning time." "Rory!! Where is that motherfucker?! I'm going to kick his ass!" I heard my brother yell. I laughed and ran towards my brother. Even though he was sixteen he was 6ft 2in and very muscular from playing football. I only stood at about 5ft 7-8 in. "Kyle, I'm fine. Tristan is going to take me home." I told him. "Whoa Ror, you just broke up with Logan, don't cha think you outta wait a little bit before you go out with another guy?" He told me with a smile. I just laughed and hit him in the arm. "I'll see you after school?" I asked. "Duh, and I'll bring pictures of a bloody Logan. I promise." I hugged him and he jogged off to school.
Tristan just looked at me. "Is that Kyle?!" He asked. "I know, he's huge…like you!" I laughed through my tears. "Why thank you Mary, but would you really like to see what's huge on me?" I saw a sparkle in his eye. "Oh take me home you dork." I told him. We got to my house and I changed into a pair of comfy pajama shorts and a tank top. I gave Tristan a pair of sweats from Kyle's room. ""At least it was Friday and I can mourn all weekend." I thought to myself. Tristan got out all of the junk food from the pantry while I put the Moulin Rouge in the DVD player. He came out with 2 pillows and 3 blankets. Apparently in the process though, and let me tell you, I don't mind at all! I knew that he was well toned; you could see it through his school shirt, but shiettt! This boy was better than a pop tart, and that's a good compliment. "Where's you mom?" He asked. "She and dad went to Greece. Their anniversary is only three days after mine and Logan's…well, was Logan's and mine. Tears began to form in my eyes again. Tristan wiped my eyes and kissed my cheek. "Come on, come sit on papa bear." He told me. "I smiled and laid down in front of him. He snaked his arm around my waist and he kissed my head numerous times throughout the movie. "Thank you Tristan…I love you." I whispered before I fell asleep. I didn't get the see the look of affection on his face as he whispered back: "I love you Mary, more than you'll ever know".
OK! End of the first chapter. Just a really random thing I decided to write last minute. Let me know what cha think by pressing that pretty button at the bottom of the page. Come on people, it's not going to press itself!