A/N: This is slightly AU. This takes place in the first season. Rory isn't dating Dean.

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Tristan Dugrey was used to getting what he wanted and when he wanted it. People were willing to do anything to keep him satisfied. He had pretty much everything he wanted. Everyone wanted a piece of him and that's what he gave them.

Yet there was something missing. A void inside him that he would temporarily fill by fucking some overly bleached airhead. Afterwards he would always think, is this really what I want. And Tristan already knew the answer to that one. No, he didn't want it. Yet he kept getting it. That was his life and it always would be.

"Mr. Dugrey, could you stop daydreaming and at least look like you're paying attention." His teacher snapped at him. Tristan raised his head and looked at the woman straight in the eyes, while smiling widely.

"I'm sorry Ms. Desley. I was just thinking about how gorgeous you look in that new skirt." Tristan said and winked at the female teacher. The woman turned slightly pink and hurriedly continued the lesson.

After the lesson was over, Tristan went behind the school to smoke. That was the only place where he could think. He looked at his surroundings and wondered; what am I doing here? The thought left his mind as he remembered his father's ultimatum. It was either this or military school.

Tristan threw his cigarette away and saw a girl sitting on a bench. The girl was a petite brunette and her face was covered by a book. Something about this girl made Tristan shiver. He could tell she was new. The girl was definitely not from here. Her skirt was the normal length and her legs were kept tightly together. A sudden feeling rose inside Tristan. Curiosity.

Tristan started to walk towards the girl only to find out that someone was ahead of him. Duncan and Bowman were ahead of him. Tristan decided to observe the situation and hid behind a nearby tree.

Duncan and Bowman stopped right in front of the girl and both cleared their throats. The girl kept reading her book, paying no attention to them. Finally Duncan snatched the book away and got the girl's attention. The girl glared at Duncan with the most beautiful eyes that Tristan had ever seen.

Suddenly, the glare turned into a friendly smile as the girl prepared to speak.

"I'm sorry; could you give me my book back?" She asked with a polite tone. Like that would actually work, Tristan thought. He knew better than to try and negotiate with Duncan and Bowman.

Duncan laughed a bit. "I don't know. Maybe for a blow job."

The girl started to frown as she realized that she wasn't going to get the book back.

"Just forget about it." The girl said angrily and started to walk away. Bowman grabbed the girl's hand before she could get out of reach, and pulled her towards him.

"No kiss goodbye? I'm hurt." Bowman said and started to pull the girl closer. Their faces were only a few inches apart now. The girl started to tremble.

"Please. You can keep the book. Just let me go." She was pleading now. The situation made Tristan's blood boil, even though Duncan and Bowman were his friends.

Bowman smiled with a malicious glint in his eyes. "Nah. Let's have some fun. C'mon baby, I know you want it." Bowman leaned his head even closer to hers.

The girl looked around. School had ended a while ago and the area was deserted. She was trapped. Just as Bowman's lips were about to make contact with hers, Tristan decided to interfere.

Tristan walked next to them, grabbed the girl away from Bowman and crushed her lips with his. Tristan kissed the girl as passionately as he could. The girl had literally frozen from shock and just stayed put. After a while, Tristan decided to come out for air.

"How many times do I have to tell you to keep your hands off my property?" Tristan yelled at Duncan and a very constipated looking Bowman.

Duncan and Bowman muttered their apologies and quickly left, giving the book back to the girl. Tristan looked at the girl, expecting her to fall on her knees and worship him like all the others. But that didn't happen. The girl looked extremely pissed off.

"What do you think you're doing? You can't just go around kissing people!" The girl yelled. She looks cute when she's mad, Tristan thought.

Tristan couldn't help smirking. "Why can't I? It's fun. Besides, you didn't seem to mind."

The girl blushed. "I did not enjoy that. At all. I'd just rather kiss you than Bowman."

"Glad to be of service. Wait a minute. You know their names? I thought you were new." Tristan asked.

"I know your name too, Tristan. You and those other morons have quite some reputations." She said knowingly.

Tristan smiled widely. "What can I say? Everyone loves me and my other, non-academic abilities."

Her face was now crimson red. "I won't sleep with you. Just so you know."

Tristan smiled at her sweetly. "I wasn't talking about us sleeping together. I was thinking more like hot, passionate sex."

"Whatever." The girl muttered and started to collect her things.

"Wait. I still don't know your name. It's only fair, considering that you know mine." Tristan reasoned. The girl wasn't going to walk out on him.

The girl looked at him hesitantly before answering. "Rory Gilmore"

They locked eyes for a moment. It was strange, that this girl already had a hold on him. Tristan felt completely unarmed. He couldn't take it anymore, so he started to walk away. After all, he had a reputation to keep.

"It was a pleasure meeting you, Mary." He yelled and waved her goodbye.

"It's Rory!" Rory yelled back. Tristan kept walking away, grinning.

It didn't matter what her name was. She was his.

A/N:

Okay, I'm sorry if that's completely crappy. English isn't my native language so if there are a lot of grammar mistakes then just ignore them. Should I continue? Please review!!