A/N: my story is a bit different to the actual GG TV show. Not all the
details are quite the same. There may be a bit of confusion as italics do
not work on fanfic. Originally I used itallics to show thoughts so I had to
scrap them. Soz. Well on with the show!
Chapter 1: Tristan
"Don't even think about it Madeline!" Paris warned a playful Madeline.
"Come on Paris." Madeline teased with a smirk ever present on her face.
"Madeline, I have no time for this tom foolery. We cannot waste our time with such ridiculous distraction as these." Paris replied sternly, but Madeline could see a hint of embarassment behind her eyes.
"We all know you wanna do it." Madeline tempted Paris with desirable prospects. "What a coinsidence Paris that he should be standing all alone at this very moment. Look! He's coming over to us! This is your perfect chance to ask him to the dance."
With a smooth push, Paris was suddenly standing smack in the centre of Tristan's path as he strolled over towards the pair.
"So." Tristan started, eyeing Paris.
"No you cannot have my English notes Tristan and most definitely no you cannot have my maths test." Paris butted in, not allowing Tristan Dugrey to finish his sentence.
"Actually, I was just gonna ask you if I could get a lift home with you today." Explained Tristan.
"Oh." Was all Paris could come up with. She felt rather foolish and uncomfotable. Luckily Madeline was there to take over.
"Hi Tristan." Madeline greeted, 'I'm flirting' clearly written across her face. She slowly tucked a stray hair behind her ear and fluttered her long eyelashes lashes.
"I could give you a ride home if you like." Madeline offered.
"Thanx for the offer Madeline. I'll think about it." Tristan replied making sure he managed to breathe softly down her neck. Madeline shivered in response.
"What a try hard and what a sucker!" Tristan chuckled to himself "She'd fall for anything. Lol."
An elegant Chocolate-brown haired girl sauntered down the hallway to join Paris. Tristan pretended to pay attention to Madeline, but was actaully keeping his eye on the Chocolate-brown haired girl as she spoke to Paris.
"Since when does the Chilton female (hormone driven) population's envy hang around the the schools grade obsessed females???" The Brown haired girl questioned a distant Paris.
"Whatever you say Rory..." Was the only response Paris gave. She was too busy studying Tristan's Enchanting blue eyes and toussled blonde/brown hair to pay any attention to what her friend Rory had to say.
"You can stop gaping and ogling now Paris." Rory whispered in Paris's ear, startling her back into reality.
Tristan laughed to himself as he witnessed Paris's reaction to the whispering in her ear. Paris looked so funny when she was caught out doing anything she was embaressed about. Maybe he should do something that would cause her to blush just for the sake of the priceless expression on her face. But then again maybe he wouldn't need to, as Rory was rather good at such things as well. Speaking of Rory. he had to admit that he admired her amazing blue eyes. You could honestly get lost in them, like that time at that inter school debate.
"What's so interestiong that it's distracting you from my conversation Tristan?" Madeline asked him in an innocent voice. "You're not watchin Ror- , I mean. those two are you?"
Madeline saw the colour rise on his cheeks.
"That guy is SO bad at hiding his 'true inner feelings'. You'd know from a mile away that he wasn't paying any attention to what I was saying." Madeline thought to herself.
"So what if I was?" Tristan lamely responed as he finally regained composure.
"Oh nothing much. It's just unusual to see you in such a state. Never thought you were the type to have eyes for Rory."
"I WAS NOT WA.."
"Hush." Madeline placed her finger over Tristan's mouth, silencing him. "Don't waste your breath Tristan. Save it for a more deserving situation.."
And with that said, she flung her bag over her shoulder and headed down the hall without a word.
"A more deserving situation???" Tristan questioned himself. "What the hec was that supposed to mean?"
Tristan eventually gave up trying to figure out Madeline's words. He took one last look over his shoulder at the two girls still in conversation, and then headed back down the hall to find his friends.
***********************Later on in Adv. English***********************
Rory walked in through the classroom door and sat down in her usual seat in front of Tristan. She placed her bag on the floor under her desk and got out her various textbooks and note books. She suddenly felt a tap on her shoulder and turned around to see a (as usual) smug, self-satisfied looking Tristan.
"So. how's my Mary?" Tristan questioned in a sly, teasing tone, lifting his eyebrow in a suggestive gesture.
"My name is NOT Mary and you most certainly do not own me." Rory angrily retorted.
"Ooooh so now Mary's gonna start playing hard to get is she, eh?" Once again Tristan taunted and teased.
"May I please ask why you always feel so compelled to be such a jerk or is it just you nature??" Rory asked politely, smiling a smile that was obviously fake.
"You wound me oh sweet, sweet Mary. Maybe you're not so innocent after all. You've hurt my feelings!" Tristan dramaticly brought a hand to his chest and put on his best puppy face.
"You are such a small minded jerk."
Tristan took the chance to insult Rory's boyfriend who he most definatly hated. "Now who does that description remind me of? Hmmmnn, let's see." Tristan pretended to rack his brain, looking for an answer. "Why that's right, your bagboy boyfriend Dean of course!"
"I rest my case." Rory replied simply. Right after Rory finished talking the bell to signal the begining of class rang and the teacher walked in the door.
So do you like my first chapter?? Please review.
~ME~
Chapter 1: Tristan
"Don't even think about it Madeline!" Paris warned a playful Madeline.
"Come on Paris." Madeline teased with a smirk ever present on her face.
"Madeline, I have no time for this tom foolery. We cannot waste our time with such ridiculous distraction as these." Paris replied sternly, but Madeline could see a hint of embarassment behind her eyes.
"We all know you wanna do it." Madeline tempted Paris with desirable prospects. "What a coinsidence Paris that he should be standing all alone at this very moment. Look! He's coming over to us! This is your perfect chance to ask him to the dance."
With a smooth push, Paris was suddenly standing smack in the centre of Tristan's path as he strolled over towards the pair.
"So." Tristan started, eyeing Paris.
"No you cannot have my English notes Tristan and most definitely no you cannot have my maths test." Paris butted in, not allowing Tristan Dugrey to finish his sentence.
"Actually, I was just gonna ask you if I could get a lift home with you today." Explained Tristan.
"Oh." Was all Paris could come up with. She felt rather foolish and uncomfotable. Luckily Madeline was there to take over.
"Hi Tristan." Madeline greeted, 'I'm flirting' clearly written across her face. She slowly tucked a stray hair behind her ear and fluttered her long eyelashes lashes.
"I could give you a ride home if you like." Madeline offered.
"Thanx for the offer Madeline. I'll think about it." Tristan replied making sure he managed to breathe softly down her neck. Madeline shivered in response.
"What a try hard and what a sucker!" Tristan chuckled to himself "She'd fall for anything. Lol."
An elegant Chocolate-brown haired girl sauntered down the hallway to join Paris. Tristan pretended to pay attention to Madeline, but was actaully keeping his eye on the Chocolate-brown haired girl as she spoke to Paris.
"Since when does the Chilton female (hormone driven) population's envy hang around the the schools grade obsessed females???" The Brown haired girl questioned a distant Paris.
"Whatever you say Rory..." Was the only response Paris gave. She was too busy studying Tristan's Enchanting blue eyes and toussled blonde/brown hair to pay any attention to what her friend Rory had to say.
"You can stop gaping and ogling now Paris." Rory whispered in Paris's ear, startling her back into reality.
Tristan laughed to himself as he witnessed Paris's reaction to the whispering in her ear. Paris looked so funny when she was caught out doing anything she was embaressed about. Maybe he should do something that would cause her to blush just for the sake of the priceless expression on her face. But then again maybe he wouldn't need to, as Rory was rather good at such things as well. Speaking of Rory. he had to admit that he admired her amazing blue eyes. You could honestly get lost in them, like that time at that inter school debate.
"What's so interestiong that it's distracting you from my conversation Tristan?" Madeline asked him in an innocent voice. "You're not watchin Ror- , I mean. those two are you?"
Madeline saw the colour rise on his cheeks.
"That guy is SO bad at hiding his 'true inner feelings'. You'd know from a mile away that he wasn't paying any attention to what I was saying." Madeline thought to herself.
"So what if I was?" Tristan lamely responed as he finally regained composure.
"Oh nothing much. It's just unusual to see you in such a state. Never thought you were the type to have eyes for Rory."
"I WAS NOT WA.."
"Hush." Madeline placed her finger over Tristan's mouth, silencing him. "Don't waste your breath Tristan. Save it for a more deserving situation.."
And with that said, she flung her bag over her shoulder and headed down the hall without a word.
"A more deserving situation???" Tristan questioned himself. "What the hec was that supposed to mean?"
Tristan eventually gave up trying to figure out Madeline's words. He took one last look over his shoulder at the two girls still in conversation, and then headed back down the hall to find his friends.
***********************Later on in Adv. English***********************
Rory walked in through the classroom door and sat down in her usual seat in front of Tristan. She placed her bag on the floor under her desk and got out her various textbooks and note books. She suddenly felt a tap on her shoulder and turned around to see a (as usual) smug, self-satisfied looking Tristan.
"So. how's my Mary?" Tristan questioned in a sly, teasing tone, lifting his eyebrow in a suggestive gesture.
"My name is NOT Mary and you most certainly do not own me." Rory angrily retorted.
"Ooooh so now Mary's gonna start playing hard to get is she, eh?" Once again Tristan taunted and teased.
"May I please ask why you always feel so compelled to be such a jerk or is it just you nature??" Rory asked politely, smiling a smile that was obviously fake.
"You wound me oh sweet, sweet Mary. Maybe you're not so innocent after all. You've hurt my feelings!" Tristan dramaticly brought a hand to his chest and put on his best puppy face.
"You are such a small minded jerk."
Tristan took the chance to insult Rory's boyfriend who he most definatly hated. "Now who does that description remind me of? Hmmmnn, let's see." Tristan pretended to rack his brain, looking for an answer. "Why that's right, your bagboy boyfriend Dean of course!"
"I rest my case." Rory replied simply. Right after Rory finished talking the bell to signal the begining of class rang and the teacher walked in the door.
So do you like my first chapter?? Please review.
~ME~