Tick, tick, tick

This is all she could hear throughout the silent classroom, with the acceptance of the occasional cough or a page4 being turned. But all in all, the only sound was the depressing ticking of the clock as she watched it turn an unbelievably dawdling second.

4:00pm that was the time. Why may you ask was one Rory Gilmore doing in a school class at the isolated end of the halls of Chilton on a day of that was most commonly known as a Friday? Two words…

Rory looked at the other side of the class room and scrunched her face up with disgust of the still smirking…

Tristan Dugrey.

Yes the king of Chilton had gotten Rory, or as most chiltonettes and chiltonmen know her as, Mary. She cursed herself for telling her mother it was ok for her to get home alone, and that it was ok for her mum to go on a long weekend vacation with her boyfriend. If she had of said it wasn't ok she wouldn't be in this… this… situation right now. She sighed as she twisted her still slightly damp her.

You are probably wandering why our dear Gilmore girl was in late night detention? Tristan, trying to live up to his king expectations, was once again doing one of his trade mark actions; smirking while standing outside the cafeteria and smoking a cigarette as if to prove he was bad, as if people didn't know it.

When the one and only Rory… Mary Gilmore walked passed…..

Four hours earlier- (Rory's pov)

She walked down the almost empty corridors, every now and then getting a rude gesture or statement for not watching where she was going. It wasn't her fault she had just gotten into another Ayn Rand phase.

She was making her way towards the cafeteria, not taking in her surroundings as she bumped into a hard front. The stiffness of the chest caused her to bounce back a few steps before falling over, her book flying a few feet away in the direction of the girls' bathroom.

Her down hair flopped into her face as she pushed it away roughly and looking up apologetically at the person who she had banged into, her sweat expression was forgotten when she saw who exactly it was.

"Tristan," she greeted with a stern look.

"Mary, Mary, I didn't know just seeing me would throw you of balance! I didn't know you had that much passion," he teased, his hands behind his back, his trade mark smirk plastered on his lips, his spiky hair pointing in every direction.

Yup, this is the Tristan we all know and… well, know.

"Oh, you are deluded DuGrey," she smiled a sickly sweat smile before picking herself up of the ground, ignoring the hand he had offered.

"Ah, common Mare. You know you want me, why don't you just admit it already?" he said following her, getting in front of her and guarding the door to the cafeteria.

"Oh yes, I am. I am so into you, I can't believe I have kept it in for so long. Now take me here soldier…" she said deadpanned, holding onto her books staring at him with a bored expression.

"Aww, Mary. You have finally seen the light!" he said raising his arms in praise-the-lord- kind of way.

"No I always saw it, it was just too bright so I turned away…" she replied, trying her best to get behind him, but he was faster and moved in the same direction.

"How you hurt me? Do you honestly have no need for me whatsoever?" he asked in a mock offended tone while putting a hand to his chest.

"Oh, of course I do. Who else would be my locker stalker if not you?" she asked, diving left but he was already there as she sighed and shrugged with defeat.

"Tristan, please let me through, I am having the worst day… I really don't need you to mix your twisted humour into it, just, let me through." She tried with an exhausted expression.

"I will let you through… if!" 'Of course it can't be that easy…' she thought.

"If you kiss me," he stated.

"What!" she blurted out, 'He can't be serious!'

"Kiss me!" he repeated.

"You can't remember my name but you want me to kiss you?"

"Yes," he replied moving closer.

"No," she said in the same tone.

"Mare, you really don't have a choice here! You see, either you kiss me letting down those brick walls you put up in front of me… or a kiss you, that way you keep your dignity, pride, stubbornness! What way?" he asked stepping closer.

She crossed her arms and arched an eyebrow.

"Fine, I much rather it this way instead!" he smirked, before he placed a hand behind her neck and the other on her waist brining her closer. She was sure he made sure to do it quickly so she couldn't push him away… or slap him. Before she knew it he had his lips on hers, lightly. He traced a circle on her waist as she put her hands to his chest to push him away, but he was much stronger than her pulled her closer.

He finally pulled away, and looked at her with dark blue eyes.

"You taste like strawberries…" he stated.

"Yeah you taste like cigarettes!" she said, regaining her composure and pushing him away from her and stepping back.

His smirk grew wider, "You know you liked it!'' He smirked.

''O-k, I am leaving now!'' she stated pushing past him but stopping when she saw a spoon of stew at the window, "Oh my god! It is like the wild life channel! My mother would be so proud!" she stated.

"You can go in there!" he laughed while taking out a cigarette and lighting it up and taking a short drag.

"You are such an ass!" she cried.

All of a sudden she heard a bell ringing and then the water come out of the fire sprinklers.

She looked at Tristan who was laughing and looking at his smoke that had obviously set it off.

"Oops!" he said.

"TRISTAN!" she yelled as kids started running out of the cafeteria.

1 hour later-

"You six children have caused a lot have havoc in my school today!" Headmaster Charleston stated looking at the six students in front of him.

"But, we didn't even!" Rory, Louise and Madeline said at the same time.

"Hush! Half the students saw you two throwing food, and you, Ms. Gilmore have cigarette scent all over your breath!" he yelled.

Rory looked at Tristan who was still smirking, 'God! I! HATE! Him!'

Present-

So that is how Ms. Gilmore ended up in detention with Louise, Madeline, Colin, Finn and Tristan.

It was going to be a long night.