A/N: If this is confusing, just ask questions. I hope I can manage to keep it as simple and in order as i can. Chapter will be determined by switching perspective. First chapters Tristan's POV
LEIGH
CHAPTER ONE
TRISTAN
That's not my Rory. I think to myself, watching her walk to her locker with a strange brown haired boy close at her side. My Rory didn't have scars on her beautiful face and slender wrists. My Rory would never had worn such dark make-up or died her long brown tresses black. She'd never have shortened her Chilton skirt or worn black fishnet stockings underneath. She turns to the brown haired boy, her blues eyes, somehow a darker blue than I remember, flashing as she laughs at something the boy says, and I know she is my Rory, only something has happened to her that no one, namely Paris as she was the only person from Chilton I'd talked to in my two year ban from Hartford, has bothered to tell me.
Now angry, I turn from where I had been waiting to approach Rory. I have a new objective. Find Paris and get the story of what happened to make my Mary turn into someone else entirely.
"I don't know what happened." Paris whispers. I found her in the library, purely by accident. I hadn't had enough time to hunt her down before my next class started, but lucky me, we both had study hall together. "No one knows. She disappeared same night you did, gone the rest of the year and last year too. She came back three months ago looking like that and with Jesse attached to her hip. She'll talk to me, Madeline and Louise, but if anyone else approaches, Jesse goes all watch dog. And if you ask her why she was gone or what happened, Jesse gets pissed and Rory's eyes get dark and she just walks away and you wont see her for like two weeks." she leans closer to me, as close as she can get with a round table between us. "She's not Rory any more. And not just in her attitude, she changed her name. goes by Leigh now."
I lean back into my chair, sitting in silence. I have a lot of information to absorb, and I still didn't know why my Mary was gone. I glance up when the large oak library doors open. In walks Rory followed closely by her body guard and I inhale sharply, causing Paris to look up.