Gilmore Girls Fan Fiction:
Title: Can't Let You Go Author: AngelGirl15 Contact: sweet_death_29@hotmail.com Pairing: R/T Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls and its characters belong to Dorothy Parker Drank Here Productions and Hofflund/Polone in association with Warner Bros. Television. Summary: Rory and Tristan are together in junior year. They got together over the summer, but that part is not going to be told, this story is just going to focus on their growing, and new relationship. Everything that happened in the past will come up on a need-to-know basis.
"MOM GET UP!!" I yelled as I grabbed my backpack. For probably the only time in the next year, the bag only contained a few binders, my pencil case, and a book, Catcher In The Rye to be exact. It was pretty light, however I am sure that when I get home this book will be packed with textbooks and random other things that the teachers at Chilton decided to give out.
"RORY! I CAN'T FIND MY WHITE BLOUSE WITH THE PRETTY FLOWERS!!" my mom whined from up the stairs.
"ITS IN THE HALL CLOSET!" I called back, snapping down a pop tart in the toaster. The coffee maker was already brewing and I was waiting for it to finish so I could have a quick cup before Tristan picked me up and we went to Luke's.
I mentally went over my checklist and everything was done that I needed to get done. My bag was packed, my uniform was on in complete form, my mom was getting up...everything was going just peachy.
My mom slid into the kitchen in her stockings, while she scrambled to put on her earrings.
"How are you not running around like a maniac like your mother?"
"Because I'm the smart one."
"I knew I shouldn't have given you the brains."
"You wouldn't know what to do with them."
She stuck her tongue out at me and I laughed, just as the coffee maker made the ever pleasent little ding signalling that the coffee was done. At the same time the pop tarts popped out of the toaster.
My mom grabbed one of the pop tarts and nearly dropped it right out of her hand while I poured the coffee into two takeout mugs.
"Where's that thing that is nearly always attached to you?"
"He's coming. And you know his names Tristan."
She scowled, and took a bite out of the pop tart, followed by a chugging of her coffee cup.
"You said you would be nice!"
"I didn't say anything!"
"Mom we both know your actions mean more then your words."
"I enjoy my words...they help me confuse Taylor to no end."
"And I know you are proud of that..." a honk interrupted me, and I grabbed my bag, food and mug.
"Lukes! After school!"I called as I hurried out the door.
A smile broke out onto my face as I saw Tristan sitting at the wheel of his black lexus. He opened the door from the inside and placed the mug into the holder, while i put my knapsack into the backseat next to his.
"I see you are having another wholesome breakfest" he said, glancing at the pop tart.
"Sorry that I don't have 20 maids fanning over me, making whatever I desire in the morning."
"Excuse me, I believe its only 5."
"Terrible sorry" I said, laughing a little bit. I shut the door, buckled up and we headed to Luke's.
"You remembered..." I said, surprised he was heading to Luke's without me urging him to.
"Yeah well one, seeing as that is the place we ALWAYS end up, I figured I'd just take a wild guess and actually go there, and two, its the first day of school and I know you are going to need your coffee."
"Smart boy. I have you trained well" I said, drinking 3/4 of my coffee.
He gave me a look, and I had to laugh. He pulled into Luke's and I jumped out of the car. A cup of coffee and a hot chocolate, both in takeout cups were sitting on the counter.
"Thank you Luke!" I called out, slapping the money on the table and running out of the shop, and back into the car.
"I think I deserve a kiss..."Tristan teased.
"Are you sure about that one?"
"Do you want to hear my whole 'if i wasn't here you wouldn't have gotten that so quick' speech?"
"Point taken" I said, leaning across and kissing him on the lips. I pulled away before it got to heated, since we do still have to get to school.
"Here...you can use this hot chocholate to tide you over" I said, giving him a little smirk.
"I have taught you too well. Now you are even smirking!" he said, pulling out onto the road, and then taking the hot chocolate from me.
"You do realize you are going to have to hold one of those cups the whole way there don't you."
"Uh huh! But they both help me be the girl that I am. And you definatly do not want to see me wihtout coffee."
"I've seen you when you've only had a minimal amount. It's not pretty."
"Hey! I'm always pretty!"
"Well I'm not going to argue with that one."
We rode for part of the way in comfortable silence, a mixed CD we had put together playing. See we both liked different music, so the compromise was a CD with music each of us liked, and the other one could at least stand to listen to. Right now Dido's Thank You was playing, which was my choice of course.
"Tris..." I said using his nickname.
"Yeah?"
"What do you think they are going to say?"
"Who?"
"You know who! All your friends who have been jetting around the world for the past month. I mean I know Austin, Brad, Dan, and a few other people you described as sorta friends. What about Paris? Or Summer?"
"They'll just have to deal. You know my boys aren't asses to you."
"They aren't who I'm worried about..."
"Aw, Rory's getting all insecure."
"Shut up!" I said, pouting.
"If it will make you feel better I'll introduce you to Carmen before everyone else."
"Carmen Francis?" I asked, the name of a very popular junior at Chilton.
"Yeah. Trust me you two will get along fine. And she'll protect you from the Summer's."
"I don't need protection. I'm not that feeble."
"Fine then she'll...help you bitch them out. How's that?"
"Much better."
Tristan shook his head, and took a sip of his hot chocholate, while my coffee's were polished off. We pulled into the Chilton parking lot just after 8 o'clock, 10 minutes until the first bell was supposed to ring. The parking lot was filled with the usual variety of expensive cars, surrounded by all their proud owners, wearing the Chilton uniform. The sun was shining, making everything look that much greener in the courtyard.
"You planning on moving any time soon?" Tristan asked me.
"Tell me again the girls aren't going to gang up on me and beat me to a pulp" I asked, looking at him with wide eyes.
He leaned over and gave me a kiss, which sent shivers up and down my body. I reached out and grabbed the back of his head, pulling it closer.
"They...are...not...going...to...hurt...you" he said, giving me a light kiss in between each word.
"Good. If not I will get the dog after you."
"You don't have a dog."
"Oh but I'll get one" I said seriously.
"The sad thing is, is I know you would do that."
"At least you are learning Dugrey."
"Well ready to get out and face the murderers?"
"I think so. More nervous about Paris's reaction though."
"Paris is going to be Paris. She's just uptight...you can't change that, or know what is possible going on in her brain."
"Whatever it is, its out to get me."
Tristan sighed, and we both got out of the car. I went to open the back door to get my bag, but Tristan had already grabbed it. I walked around the front of the car, and he slid his free hand into mine.
"I can carry that you know."
"But I want to. Plus then you can owe me favours later" he said, raising his eyebrows.
"Get your mind outta the gutter and dream on Dugrey."
"Thats all I have right now Gilmore. Need a little live action to spice up the dreams" he said jokingly.
"Keep on wishing..."
"Oh I will."
As we chatted a bit on our way inside, I could feel the stares. A few people called out to Tristan to come over but he did not stop. I did not want to keep him from his friends though.
"What locker did you get again?" he asked me.
"Um...2034."
We took a sharp turn and headed upstairs.
"Guess thats where we're going."
"Well my lockers just like down the hall. Plus I know you are probably going to get stuck with a crappy locker that won't open for you, and thus you need me, your saviour, your god..."
"I think I got the point."
"Your adonis, your hercules to save you" he continued.
"And saving me, means opening my locker?"
"Pretty much. Otherwise your back will be breaking with all those text books."
"I won't argue you with that one."
We reached my locker and I spun the dial until the locker clicked and for some miracle actually opened.
"Well there goes that plan" Tristan said. He passed me my bag and I continued to unload the books I wouldn't need for my first two classes.
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"Hey Tristan!" Austin called from the hall, surrounded by a few of my friends Carmen, Brad, Mike and Derek.
"Hey guys" I said, leaving Rory's side to meet them in the middle of the hall. I slapped hands with the guys and said a Hi to Carmen.
"So where's this Rory you babbled on to me when I called you" Mike asked.
Rory turned her head around towards the sound of her name. She looked at me, slightly confused.
"Right over there..." I said, pointing to her as she slammed her locker shut, and headed over to where we were standing.
"Hi" she said shyly, slipping her arm into mine, and linking her hand with mine. I squeezed it to hopefully comfort her slightly.
"Rory, you know Austin and Brad, thats Carmen, Mike and Derek. Guys this is Rory."
"So you are the girl who has Tristan wrapped around her finger, huh?" Mike said.
"I guess. It wasn't that hard."
"You'll be the first though" Austin said.
"Hey guys it had to happen sometime" I joked.
"As long as it means no bus in the morning I'm fine dealing with his imperfections" Rory said.
"Hey what imperfections?!?" I asked.
"Shhh Rory you just let out his secret. To Tristan, he has no flaws....shhh" Carmen said.
"Oh right. Oops. Sorry" she mock apologized.
"I like this one...she tells the truth" Derek said, winking at Rory. If I didn't know him any better I would have had the urge to punch him, but he has a girlfriend in New Jersey who he has been seeing since grade 8.
"Oh I bet I could find at least 10 people who would find no imperfections" I bragged.
"Yup cuz those are the ones who just want some of the infamous Tristan Dugray" Austin said.
"What can I say? I have to get around don't I?"
"You better not be getting around anymore" Rory said giving me a look.
"Yeah or I think I'll have to join in with Rory on the beating of you" Carmen added.
"See I'm good. Already got one on my side" Rory whispered into my arm.
"Don't worry...there is no more going around."
The guys and I started to talk about what classes we had and what the schools sports teams were shaping up to be, while Carmen and Rory talked.
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"How long have you gone to Chilton? I remember you but..." Carmen asked, twirling her long straight dirty blonde hair around on her finger.
"I started last year, about a month into the year."
"Yeah I didn't think you went here the whole time. Who do you hang out with?"
"Well I did with Paris, Madeleine and Louise but not anymore."
"Madeleines a sweetheart, Louise is well...insane, and Paris is a bitch."
"I guess you could put it that way."
"I like to. So do mostly everyone around here. Usually once you get a title, it sticks with you."
"Like Mary."
She tilted her head in confusion.
"Tristan's nickname for me. When I first met a few of his friends, they all called me by it."
"Oh! I can't believe I'm this stupid! I remember who you are now! You're name really isn't Mary?" she asked a little loud.
Tristan let a little laugh go and I nudged him in the side.
"No this moron here took a little longer then most to get the name right. It's not my fault his brain is a little smaller then nearly everyone else's."
Carmen laughed, and Tristan glared.
"Someone here seems to forget that I know exactly where all those pictures of you in a princess outfit are..."
"You wouldn't!"
"Oh I would."
Carmen interrupted "What's so bad about a princess outfit?"
"Lets just say its not Halloween, it's not a birthday, there was running, a cake and..."
"Did you know Tristan is the best boyfriend ever" I interrupted to get him to shut up.
"Aw thanks..."he said, looking at me with wide eyes, but I could see the laughter through them.
The bell rang and the people in the halls and around us started to make their way to class.
"Aite see ya guys later" Tristan said, slapping hands with them.
"See ya" they said and we headed down the hall.
"So?" he asked.
"They didn't kill me."
"That's a good start I think."
"Me too. But that is only the first 10 or so minutes."
"I think you will live."
We reached the split in the hallway, he had English, I had chemistry.
"See you later" he said, giving me a hug, and a kiss on the cheek.
"Bye...I'll see you at your locker before lunch?"
"Yup. Do you wanna stay or go off?"
"We can decide later..."
"Aight."
I turned and got swept up into the crowd again. A small smile was on my face. It was weird to be with Tristan at school. Over the summer hanging out mostly at my place or his was like we were in our own little world. Sure we went out but we weren't surrounded by the masses who would be watching our every move.
I found the classroom easily, having mastered Chilton's complicated design last year. I recognized a few people in the class, but no one I had ever really talked to other then the brief little conversations that we sometimes have over stupid little things, like whether the teacher is brain dead or not. I stopped to look around to see where would be the best place to sit when I was pushed slightly from behind.
"Don't hold everyone up" Paris barked as she made her to the front row, center seat. Louise and Madeleine followed her. Somehow those three are always in the same classes together. It's like their parents pay off the school or something. I sighed, and sat down behind Madeleine, knowing at least she may sometimes turn to talk to me.
Mrs. Cardinal walked in and started the class.
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"CARMEN!" i called out down the hall after my first period. She was talking to Summer, Theresa and Lucy.
She turned and walked towards me.
"Hey Tristan. Whats up?"
"I need you to do me a favour."
"Big shocker..." she said rolling her eyes.
"Look can you just keep some of the other girls in line when it comes to Rory. I really like her, and I don't want them to ruin it."
"I can't control them you do know that."
"No one can control them. Just make sure they don't go on a Rory bashing session I know they are capable of creating."
"What's in this for me?"
"What do you want?"
She sighed and pretended to think.
"Well...you could set me up with someone..."
"Or you could just walk up to them and blink your eyes and they would be yours."
"Flattery is good. Cover for me on Friday night. Just say I'm at your house, and if my parents call just say I'm in the bathroom, then the pool, you get the idea."
"Your parents home on Saturday?"
"Yes. And I do not want to stay home but they want to know where I'm going, whom I'm with, you get the idea."
"Yeah no problem. You're covered."
"And your girlfriends covered" she said, before turning on her heel and joining the girls again. I sighed and walked to my Calculus class.
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I had had a few people come up to me and ask about Tristan but I just politely excused myself. Paris had not said anything to me since her shoving by me. Now lunch was up, and I already had plenty of homework piled up for the night. I walked around the corner to see Tristan leaning next to my locker, watching the people passing by.
I walked up beside him and blew into his ear. He jumped slightly.
"Hey big boy" I joked,as he shoved his hands in his pockets. His tie had become looser and the first few buttons on his shirt had become undone, making him look like he had just rolled out of bed.
"Hey lil lady. Thought you weren't into the public displays of affection...but hey whatever gets you going."
In the middle of placing my bag into my locker I glared at him and he just laughed, then looked at his feet.
"How about we discuss what we will be eating" I suggested.
"You Gilmore's. Always thinking about your stomach."
"So? THe stomach is a very important thing to me. It needs to be filled with coffee and plenty of sugar in order for me to function. Oh and side note you really have to stop reacting the same way when I mention coffee or food, since I hate having to tell you the same thing over and over again."
"But I just love hearing it over and over again..." he said smirking.
"I'm sure your going to love being hit over the head with my Chemistry textbook too."
"I think I can pass on that one. So have you decided what you want to do for lunch?"
"There's no where to really go off is there? Besides I figured we would go to the caf, get food and eat outside. It's so nice out."
"Do you mind if we eat with my friends outside? I sorta told some of them we'd play some basketball."
I sighed but agreed. As long as I have a book I'll be fine. And stashed in Tristan's bag was one.
"Just don't forget your bag" I said. He looked confused.
"Oh right the book...don't worry, its all ready for you to open up and read. I haven't touched it."
I slammed my locker shut and Tristan reached for my hand, and we headed down the stairs to the caf, talking about our first classes.
"I'll go grab the food" I offered.
"A little role reversal here huh? I'm all for it" he said, winking.
"Would you rather me just sit and be pretty and keep my mouth shut?"
"Now who would want that? Then no witty remarks can fly, and I would get bored."
"Good to know I'm not being a trophy girlfriend."
"Well I'm sure I can scrounge up about 10 pounds of makeup, high heels and some skimpy clothes if you do want to be one."
I glared at him, and headed into the caf line.
"So you and Tristan huh?" Paris said, coming up beside me, with her arms crossed.
"So?"
"So? What happened to 'Paris I don't even like him'? Huh? What happened to it?"
"Things change."
She scoffed at that.
"It won't last you do know that right."
"Sure it won't Paris."
"He does this all the time."
"I remember. You told me all about the Tristan you hate so much last year. I remember the stories."
She glared again, while the line moved ahead. She followed though.
"Do you have something else to say Paris? You can say what you want about Tristan, it doesn't matter to me."
That seemed to set something off inside of her.
"Well excuse me miss i'm so perfect, but you said you were my friend last year. Then this year you show up with him, who you tried to set me up with, knowing full well that I liked him, just so my heart could be broken. You think you are so high and mighty now, the only reason people talk to you is because of him. No one cares about you and your charity case. You grew up in a small town as nothing, and you will continue to be nothing for the rest of your life. I don't..."
"Why don't you shut up for once Paris" Carmen said, walking up beside her.
"Excuse me?" she questioned, turning to face Carmen.
"I said why don't you shut up for once Paris" Carmen said cooly.
"Well...I..." Paris stammered.
"You know what I don't have time for this. Me and Louise are working on the music section of The Franklin. GOod luck making the staff Rory" she said, turning on her heel.
"Try Louise and I" I called after her, as she shoved some freshmen out of her way before exiting the caf.
"Just ignore her. Most people do" Carmen suggested, before heading back to the tables, while I grabbed two trays loading the food onto them.
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Aite thats it for chapter one, I know not a lot happened, but like most stories things need to be
set up. Please Review with constructive critism. I will warn you now I have a habit of not
finishing stories, although my time to write has grown in teh past few weeks so I
may actually update this one regularly. Ideas are ALWAYS welcome, and sometimes can completly
change what I have in mind for the story, and that is a good thing, so please leave some in your
review, although this will end up a Trory...others MAY come into play in the future. I don't plan
my stories out so who knows what might happen.
Title: Can't Let You Go Author: AngelGirl15 Contact: sweet_death_29@hotmail.com Pairing: R/T Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls and its characters belong to Dorothy Parker Drank Here Productions and Hofflund/Polone in association with Warner Bros. Television. Summary: Rory and Tristan are together in junior year. They got together over the summer, but that part is not going to be told, this story is just going to focus on their growing, and new relationship. Everything that happened in the past will come up on a need-to-know basis.
"MOM GET UP!!" I yelled as I grabbed my backpack. For probably the only time in the next year, the bag only contained a few binders, my pencil case, and a book, Catcher In The Rye to be exact. It was pretty light, however I am sure that when I get home this book will be packed with textbooks and random other things that the teachers at Chilton decided to give out.
"RORY! I CAN'T FIND MY WHITE BLOUSE WITH THE PRETTY FLOWERS!!" my mom whined from up the stairs.
"ITS IN THE HALL CLOSET!" I called back, snapping down a pop tart in the toaster. The coffee maker was already brewing and I was waiting for it to finish so I could have a quick cup before Tristan picked me up and we went to Luke's.
I mentally went over my checklist and everything was done that I needed to get done. My bag was packed, my uniform was on in complete form, my mom was getting up...everything was going just peachy.
My mom slid into the kitchen in her stockings, while she scrambled to put on her earrings.
"How are you not running around like a maniac like your mother?"
"Because I'm the smart one."
"I knew I shouldn't have given you the brains."
"You wouldn't know what to do with them."
She stuck her tongue out at me and I laughed, just as the coffee maker made the ever pleasent little ding signalling that the coffee was done. At the same time the pop tarts popped out of the toaster.
My mom grabbed one of the pop tarts and nearly dropped it right out of her hand while I poured the coffee into two takeout mugs.
"Where's that thing that is nearly always attached to you?"
"He's coming. And you know his names Tristan."
She scowled, and took a bite out of the pop tart, followed by a chugging of her coffee cup.
"You said you would be nice!"
"I didn't say anything!"
"Mom we both know your actions mean more then your words."
"I enjoy my words...they help me confuse Taylor to no end."
"And I know you are proud of that..." a honk interrupted me, and I grabbed my bag, food and mug.
"Lukes! After school!"I called as I hurried out the door.
A smile broke out onto my face as I saw Tristan sitting at the wheel of his black lexus. He opened the door from the inside and placed the mug into the holder, while i put my knapsack into the backseat next to his.
"I see you are having another wholesome breakfest" he said, glancing at the pop tart.
"Sorry that I don't have 20 maids fanning over me, making whatever I desire in the morning."
"Excuse me, I believe its only 5."
"Terrible sorry" I said, laughing a little bit. I shut the door, buckled up and we headed to Luke's.
"You remembered..." I said, surprised he was heading to Luke's without me urging him to.
"Yeah well one, seeing as that is the place we ALWAYS end up, I figured I'd just take a wild guess and actually go there, and two, its the first day of school and I know you are going to need your coffee."
"Smart boy. I have you trained well" I said, drinking 3/4 of my coffee.
He gave me a look, and I had to laugh. He pulled into Luke's and I jumped out of the car. A cup of coffee and a hot chocolate, both in takeout cups were sitting on the counter.
"Thank you Luke!" I called out, slapping the money on the table and running out of the shop, and back into the car.
"I think I deserve a kiss..."Tristan teased.
"Are you sure about that one?"
"Do you want to hear my whole 'if i wasn't here you wouldn't have gotten that so quick' speech?"
"Point taken" I said, leaning across and kissing him on the lips. I pulled away before it got to heated, since we do still have to get to school.
"Here...you can use this hot chocholate to tide you over" I said, giving him a little smirk.
"I have taught you too well. Now you are even smirking!" he said, pulling out onto the road, and then taking the hot chocolate from me.
"You do realize you are going to have to hold one of those cups the whole way there don't you."
"Uh huh! But they both help me be the girl that I am. And you definatly do not want to see me wihtout coffee."
"I've seen you when you've only had a minimal amount. It's not pretty."
"Hey! I'm always pretty!"
"Well I'm not going to argue with that one."
We rode for part of the way in comfortable silence, a mixed CD we had put together playing. See we both liked different music, so the compromise was a CD with music each of us liked, and the other one could at least stand to listen to. Right now Dido's Thank You was playing, which was my choice of course.
"Tris..." I said using his nickname.
"Yeah?"
"What do you think they are going to say?"
"Who?"
"You know who! All your friends who have been jetting around the world for the past month. I mean I know Austin, Brad, Dan, and a few other people you described as sorta friends. What about Paris? Or Summer?"
"They'll just have to deal. You know my boys aren't asses to you."
"They aren't who I'm worried about..."
"Aw, Rory's getting all insecure."
"Shut up!" I said, pouting.
"If it will make you feel better I'll introduce you to Carmen before everyone else."
"Carmen Francis?" I asked, the name of a very popular junior at Chilton.
"Yeah. Trust me you two will get along fine. And she'll protect you from the Summer's."
"I don't need protection. I'm not that feeble."
"Fine then she'll...help you bitch them out. How's that?"
"Much better."
Tristan shook his head, and took a sip of his hot chocholate, while my coffee's were polished off. We pulled into the Chilton parking lot just after 8 o'clock, 10 minutes until the first bell was supposed to ring. The parking lot was filled with the usual variety of expensive cars, surrounded by all their proud owners, wearing the Chilton uniform. The sun was shining, making everything look that much greener in the courtyard.
"You planning on moving any time soon?" Tristan asked me.
"Tell me again the girls aren't going to gang up on me and beat me to a pulp" I asked, looking at him with wide eyes.
He leaned over and gave me a kiss, which sent shivers up and down my body. I reached out and grabbed the back of his head, pulling it closer.
"They...are...not...going...to...hurt...you" he said, giving me a light kiss in between each word.
"Good. If not I will get the dog after you."
"You don't have a dog."
"Oh but I'll get one" I said seriously.
"The sad thing is, is I know you would do that."
"At least you are learning Dugrey."
"Well ready to get out and face the murderers?"
"I think so. More nervous about Paris's reaction though."
"Paris is going to be Paris. She's just uptight...you can't change that, or know what is possible going on in her brain."
"Whatever it is, its out to get me."
Tristan sighed, and we both got out of the car. I went to open the back door to get my bag, but Tristan had already grabbed it. I walked around the front of the car, and he slid his free hand into mine.
"I can carry that you know."
"But I want to. Plus then you can owe me favours later" he said, raising his eyebrows.
"Get your mind outta the gutter and dream on Dugrey."
"Thats all I have right now Gilmore. Need a little live action to spice up the dreams" he said jokingly.
"Keep on wishing..."
"Oh I will."
As we chatted a bit on our way inside, I could feel the stares. A few people called out to Tristan to come over but he did not stop. I did not want to keep him from his friends though.
"What locker did you get again?" he asked me.
"Um...2034."
We took a sharp turn and headed upstairs.
"Guess thats where we're going."
"Well my lockers just like down the hall. Plus I know you are probably going to get stuck with a crappy locker that won't open for you, and thus you need me, your saviour, your god..."
"I think I got the point."
"Your adonis, your hercules to save you" he continued.
"And saving me, means opening my locker?"
"Pretty much. Otherwise your back will be breaking with all those text books."
"I won't argue you with that one."
We reached my locker and I spun the dial until the locker clicked and for some miracle actually opened.
"Well there goes that plan" Tristan said. He passed me my bag and I continued to unload the books I wouldn't need for my first two classes.
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"Hey Tristan!" Austin called from the hall, surrounded by a few of my friends Carmen, Brad, Mike and Derek.
"Hey guys" I said, leaving Rory's side to meet them in the middle of the hall. I slapped hands with the guys and said a Hi to Carmen.
"So where's this Rory you babbled on to me when I called you" Mike asked.
Rory turned her head around towards the sound of her name. She looked at me, slightly confused.
"Right over there..." I said, pointing to her as she slammed her locker shut, and headed over to where we were standing.
"Hi" she said shyly, slipping her arm into mine, and linking her hand with mine. I squeezed it to hopefully comfort her slightly.
"Rory, you know Austin and Brad, thats Carmen, Mike and Derek. Guys this is Rory."
"So you are the girl who has Tristan wrapped around her finger, huh?" Mike said.
"I guess. It wasn't that hard."
"You'll be the first though" Austin said.
"Hey guys it had to happen sometime" I joked.
"As long as it means no bus in the morning I'm fine dealing with his imperfections" Rory said.
"Hey what imperfections?!?" I asked.
"Shhh Rory you just let out his secret. To Tristan, he has no flaws....shhh" Carmen said.
"Oh right. Oops. Sorry" she mock apologized.
"I like this one...she tells the truth" Derek said, winking at Rory. If I didn't know him any better I would have had the urge to punch him, but he has a girlfriend in New Jersey who he has been seeing since grade 8.
"Oh I bet I could find at least 10 people who would find no imperfections" I bragged.
"Yup cuz those are the ones who just want some of the infamous Tristan Dugray" Austin said.
"What can I say? I have to get around don't I?"
"You better not be getting around anymore" Rory said giving me a look.
"Yeah or I think I'll have to join in with Rory on the beating of you" Carmen added.
"See I'm good. Already got one on my side" Rory whispered into my arm.
"Don't worry...there is no more going around."
The guys and I started to talk about what classes we had and what the schools sports teams were shaping up to be, while Carmen and Rory talked.
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"How long have you gone to Chilton? I remember you but..." Carmen asked, twirling her long straight dirty blonde hair around on her finger.
"I started last year, about a month into the year."
"Yeah I didn't think you went here the whole time. Who do you hang out with?"
"Well I did with Paris, Madeleine and Louise but not anymore."
"Madeleines a sweetheart, Louise is well...insane, and Paris is a bitch."
"I guess you could put it that way."
"I like to. So do mostly everyone around here. Usually once you get a title, it sticks with you."
"Like Mary."
She tilted her head in confusion.
"Tristan's nickname for me. When I first met a few of his friends, they all called me by it."
"Oh! I can't believe I'm this stupid! I remember who you are now! You're name really isn't Mary?" she asked a little loud.
Tristan let a little laugh go and I nudged him in the side.
"No this moron here took a little longer then most to get the name right. It's not my fault his brain is a little smaller then nearly everyone else's."
Carmen laughed, and Tristan glared.
"Someone here seems to forget that I know exactly where all those pictures of you in a princess outfit are..."
"You wouldn't!"
"Oh I would."
Carmen interrupted "What's so bad about a princess outfit?"
"Lets just say its not Halloween, it's not a birthday, there was running, a cake and..."
"Did you know Tristan is the best boyfriend ever" I interrupted to get him to shut up.
"Aw thanks..."he said, looking at me with wide eyes, but I could see the laughter through them.
The bell rang and the people in the halls and around us started to make their way to class.
"Aite see ya guys later" Tristan said, slapping hands with them.
"See ya" they said and we headed down the hall.
"So?" he asked.
"They didn't kill me."
"That's a good start I think."
"Me too. But that is only the first 10 or so minutes."
"I think you will live."
We reached the split in the hallway, he had English, I had chemistry.
"See you later" he said, giving me a hug, and a kiss on the cheek.
"Bye...I'll see you at your locker before lunch?"
"Yup. Do you wanna stay or go off?"
"We can decide later..."
"Aight."
I turned and got swept up into the crowd again. A small smile was on my face. It was weird to be with Tristan at school. Over the summer hanging out mostly at my place or his was like we were in our own little world. Sure we went out but we weren't surrounded by the masses who would be watching our every move.
I found the classroom easily, having mastered Chilton's complicated design last year. I recognized a few people in the class, but no one I had ever really talked to other then the brief little conversations that we sometimes have over stupid little things, like whether the teacher is brain dead or not. I stopped to look around to see where would be the best place to sit when I was pushed slightly from behind.
"Don't hold everyone up" Paris barked as she made her to the front row, center seat. Louise and Madeleine followed her. Somehow those three are always in the same classes together. It's like their parents pay off the school or something. I sighed, and sat down behind Madeleine, knowing at least she may sometimes turn to talk to me.
Mrs. Cardinal walked in and started the class.
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"CARMEN!" i called out down the hall after my first period. She was talking to Summer, Theresa and Lucy.
She turned and walked towards me.
"Hey Tristan. Whats up?"
"I need you to do me a favour."
"Big shocker..." she said rolling her eyes.
"Look can you just keep some of the other girls in line when it comes to Rory. I really like her, and I don't want them to ruin it."
"I can't control them you do know that."
"No one can control them. Just make sure they don't go on a Rory bashing session I know they are capable of creating."
"What's in this for me?"
"What do you want?"
She sighed and pretended to think.
"Well...you could set me up with someone..."
"Or you could just walk up to them and blink your eyes and they would be yours."
"Flattery is good. Cover for me on Friday night. Just say I'm at your house, and if my parents call just say I'm in the bathroom, then the pool, you get the idea."
"Your parents home on Saturday?"
"Yes. And I do not want to stay home but they want to know where I'm going, whom I'm with, you get the idea."
"Yeah no problem. You're covered."
"And your girlfriends covered" she said, before turning on her heel and joining the girls again. I sighed and walked to my Calculus class.
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I had had a few people come up to me and ask about Tristan but I just politely excused myself. Paris had not said anything to me since her shoving by me. Now lunch was up, and I already had plenty of homework piled up for the night. I walked around the corner to see Tristan leaning next to my locker, watching the people passing by.
I walked up beside him and blew into his ear. He jumped slightly.
"Hey big boy" I joked,as he shoved his hands in his pockets. His tie had become looser and the first few buttons on his shirt had become undone, making him look like he had just rolled out of bed.
"Hey lil lady. Thought you weren't into the public displays of affection...but hey whatever gets you going."
In the middle of placing my bag into my locker I glared at him and he just laughed, then looked at his feet.
"How about we discuss what we will be eating" I suggested.
"You Gilmore's. Always thinking about your stomach."
"So? THe stomach is a very important thing to me. It needs to be filled with coffee and plenty of sugar in order for me to function. Oh and side note you really have to stop reacting the same way when I mention coffee or food, since I hate having to tell you the same thing over and over again."
"But I just love hearing it over and over again..." he said smirking.
"I'm sure your going to love being hit over the head with my Chemistry textbook too."
"I think I can pass on that one. So have you decided what you want to do for lunch?"
"There's no where to really go off is there? Besides I figured we would go to the caf, get food and eat outside. It's so nice out."
"Do you mind if we eat with my friends outside? I sorta told some of them we'd play some basketball."
I sighed but agreed. As long as I have a book I'll be fine. And stashed in Tristan's bag was one.
"Just don't forget your bag" I said. He looked confused.
"Oh right the book...don't worry, its all ready for you to open up and read. I haven't touched it."
I slammed my locker shut and Tristan reached for my hand, and we headed down the stairs to the caf, talking about our first classes.
"I'll go grab the food" I offered.
"A little role reversal here huh? I'm all for it" he said, winking.
"Would you rather me just sit and be pretty and keep my mouth shut?"
"Now who would want that? Then no witty remarks can fly, and I would get bored."
"Good to know I'm not being a trophy girlfriend."
"Well I'm sure I can scrounge up about 10 pounds of makeup, high heels and some skimpy clothes if you do want to be one."
I glared at him, and headed into the caf line.
"So you and Tristan huh?" Paris said, coming up beside me, with her arms crossed.
"So?"
"So? What happened to 'Paris I don't even like him'? Huh? What happened to it?"
"Things change."
She scoffed at that.
"It won't last you do know that right."
"Sure it won't Paris."
"He does this all the time."
"I remember. You told me all about the Tristan you hate so much last year. I remember the stories."
She glared again, while the line moved ahead. She followed though.
"Do you have something else to say Paris? You can say what you want about Tristan, it doesn't matter to me."
That seemed to set something off inside of her.
"Well excuse me miss i'm so perfect, but you said you were my friend last year. Then this year you show up with him, who you tried to set me up with, knowing full well that I liked him, just so my heart could be broken. You think you are so high and mighty now, the only reason people talk to you is because of him. No one cares about you and your charity case. You grew up in a small town as nothing, and you will continue to be nothing for the rest of your life. I don't..."
"Why don't you shut up for once Paris" Carmen said, walking up beside her.
"Excuse me?" she questioned, turning to face Carmen.
"I said why don't you shut up for once Paris" Carmen said cooly.
"Well...I..." Paris stammered.
"You know what I don't have time for this. Me and Louise are working on the music section of The Franklin. GOod luck making the staff Rory" she said, turning on her heel.
"Try Louise and I" I called after her, as she shoved some freshmen out of her way before exiting the caf.
"Just ignore her. Most people do" Carmen suggested, before heading back to the tables, while I grabbed two trays loading the food onto them.
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Aite thats it for chapter one, I know not a lot happened, but like most stories things need to be
set up. Please Review with constructive critism. I will warn you now I have a habit of not
finishing stories, although my time to write has grown in teh past few weeks so I
may actually update this one regularly. Ideas are ALWAYS welcome, and sometimes can completly
change what I have in mind for the story, and that is a good thing, so please leave some in your
review, although this will end up a Trory...others MAY come into play in the future. I don't plan
my stories out so who knows what might happen.