TITLE: He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not
RATING: PG
DISCLAIMER: I dont own Gilmore Girls, or any of the characters. But there's a few I'd like to take home with me *wink*
SUMMARY: Set when Rory first starts at Chilton, and she and Tristan first meet. Tristan is apparently flirting with her, and as much as she hates to admit, she is starting to fall for him. But as she starts to send him signals, he sends her negative ones back, and she begins to get confused. Does he love her, or not?
FROM ME: Just a twisted thing that came to mind... read it, love it, or hate it :) Up to you!
Rory Gilmore took a step over the threshold of her new school. The floor was polished and as she took another step, her heels clicked loudly. She was excited, yet extremely nervous at the same time. Most of the kids that attended this school were regarded as rich snobs and she desperately hoped she'd fit in. Not that she didn't mind keeping to herself...
She walked past a row of lockers, scanning for "B37". She spotted the cream painted locker and headed towards it. The peice of paper in front of her read the code "12, 21, 6" and she spun it on the dial.
"Ugh," she groaned, as the locker didn't open. She tried again.
"They've given me the wrong codes!" Rory exclaimed to herself.
"Never fear Mary," a handsome, quite seductive voice said, and a hand shoved the locker, and the door swung open.
"Oh! Thanks..." mumbled Rory, turning to the boy. "But Im not Mary."
"Yes you are a Mary. You look just like sweet virgin Mary." the guy smirked.
Rory rolled her eyes at this. "Ofcourse you're one of those male chauvanist pigs," snorted Rory.
"Whoah there Mary, it's not nice to insult someone, especially when you're the new guy."
Rory tapped her foot impatiently. She owed him for opening the locker. "Okay.. and you are?"
"Tristan," he held his hand out, "DuGrey. Tristan DuGrey."
"Tristan," Rory said, briefly shaking his hand. "Would you mind telling me where my class is then?"
"I can do better than that... I can escort you." Tristan grinned.
The bell rang loudly. Rory didnt care, she just wanted to get to class. "Okay, but let's hurry. Being late on your first day isn't fun."
Tristan leant against her locker, and just smiled. Rory just stared back, impatiently.
"What now?" Rory asked.
"You need to tell me what class you have, so I can take you there."
Rory hit her forehead. "Ugh, yeah, right, oops... um.. English Lit."
Tristans grin widened. "That just happens to be where Im heading. C'mon Mary, follow me."
Tristan grabbed for Rory's hand but she discreetly pulled it away. They silently walked down the hall way.
"Mary," Tristan whispered when they were near the classroom.
Rory glared at him. "It's Rory,"
"You never told me that." Tristan replied sweetly, and then he gestured for her to enter the classroom before her.
Rory stumbled over the fact that she had forgotten to mention her name in the first place. "Ohhhh." She scurried into the classroom and went to find a seat.
Tristan DuGrey, sauntered after her. He spoke to a person in the seat beside her. The person in the seat quickly gathered his things and hurried away, leaving Tristan able to sit there. He smirked at Rory, as he sat down.....
Rory turned to the first page of her English Lit text book. It was a perfectly new book, unlike the tatty old ones at Stars Hollow High. She turned to the second page and began reading what the teacher instructed them to read.
A chair creeked and then a voice whispered in her ear. "Interesting read, huh, Mary?" It was Tristan.
Rory scowled. "Rory, and I like learning!"
Tristan leaned back slightly. "Rory," he whispered he name sexily. It made her skin prickle.
"Finally you get it," Rory replied smartly and then began reading again.
The teacher walked back into the classroom and Tristan moved his seat back to it's proper position.
"Right class," said the teacher, beginning to hand out leaflets. "I'm going to give you a different assignment today. It's on the book 'Whispers and Prayers'."
There were some groans in the classroom.
"It's a relatively new book, so Im sure it will be to all of your tastes."
This time Rory groaned. She loved how books were written many years ago.
"Anyway, I hope this doesn't sound silly, but I want you all to read the book, and then I want you to make a website on the book."
Ryan Sanders ears perked up when he heard the word "website." Yup, computer nerd.
Rory raised her hand, and the teacher turned to her.
"Yes... Miss Gilmore, is it?"
Rory nodded. "I was just wondering.. but, what does a website have to do with English Literature?"
The teacher smiled. "I teach web design here, and I was just thinking that its much more fun than making a poster. You dont need glue, pens or paper, do you? And I can see who has talent and could be in my design class!"
Rory was still a little confused. "So we just write up what we think of the book or something?"
"Basically. You can write a review, you should have a section to feature a summary of the plot.. and basically whatever you think you can include on the website. Its up to your imagination."
Rory had to admit it was different, but maybe it would be fun.
The teacher clasped his hands. "Alright then, I guess you better start reading the book.. Just so you know, I expect you all to have read the book properly by Monday week. It's not a lengthy book, so I'm sure you'll find it easy."
"Sounds stupid," muttered someone in the class.
"Would you rather do a 10,000 word essay on Othello, Mr Meyers?"
"What? No thanks sir!" and the boy sunk back into his chair.
"Okay class, start reading!!"
Rory flicked a few pages through the book. It was very short, she agreed. Surely not enough to make a website out of! A website, she thought, geez, how strange! Chilton's teaching methods were certainly out of the ordinary.
She glanced back at the boy sitting behind her. Okay sure, he looked as handsome as a god.. that hair... but ah well... he was a jerk and that was that. Though at least she could now admire guys without having to feel guilty that she was betraying her boyfriend. (Yep, No Dean yet.. or ever, lol)
............ Chapter 2 is coming!
RATING: PG
DISCLAIMER: I dont own Gilmore Girls, or any of the characters. But there's a few I'd like to take home with me *wink*
SUMMARY: Set when Rory first starts at Chilton, and she and Tristan first meet. Tristan is apparently flirting with her, and as much as she hates to admit, she is starting to fall for him. But as she starts to send him signals, he sends her negative ones back, and she begins to get confused. Does he love her, or not?
FROM ME: Just a twisted thing that came to mind... read it, love it, or hate it :) Up to you!
Rory Gilmore took a step over the threshold of her new school. The floor was polished and as she took another step, her heels clicked loudly. She was excited, yet extremely nervous at the same time. Most of the kids that attended this school were regarded as rich snobs and she desperately hoped she'd fit in. Not that she didn't mind keeping to herself...
She walked past a row of lockers, scanning for "B37". She spotted the cream painted locker and headed towards it. The peice of paper in front of her read the code "12, 21, 6" and she spun it on the dial.
"Ugh," she groaned, as the locker didn't open. She tried again.
"They've given me the wrong codes!" Rory exclaimed to herself.
"Never fear Mary," a handsome, quite seductive voice said, and a hand shoved the locker, and the door swung open.
"Oh! Thanks..." mumbled Rory, turning to the boy. "But Im not Mary."
"Yes you are a Mary. You look just like sweet virgin Mary." the guy smirked.
Rory rolled her eyes at this. "Ofcourse you're one of those male chauvanist pigs," snorted Rory.
"Whoah there Mary, it's not nice to insult someone, especially when you're the new guy."
Rory tapped her foot impatiently. She owed him for opening the locker. "Okay.. and you are?"
"Tristan," he held his hand out, "DuGrey. Tristan DuGrey."
"Tristan," Rory said, briefly shaking his hand. "Would you mind telling me where my class is then?"
"I can do better than that... I can escort you." Tristan grinned.
The bell rang loudly. Rory didnt care, she just wanted to get to class. "Okay, but let's hurry. Being late on your first day isn't fun."
Tristan leant against her locker, and just smiled. Rory just stared back, impatiently.
"What now?" Rory asked.
"You need to tell me what class you have, so I can take you there."
Rory hit her forehead. "Ugh, yeah, right, oops... um.. English Lit."
Tristans grin widened. "That just happens to be where Im heading. C'mon Mary, follow me."
Tristan grabbed for Rory's hand but she discreetly pulled it away. They silently walked down the hall way.
"Mary," Tristan whispered when they were near the classroom.
Rory glared at him. "It's Rory,"
"You never told me that." Tristan replied sweetly, and then he gestured for her to enter the classroom before her.
Rory stumbled over the fact that she had forgotten to mention her name in the first place. "Ohhhh." She scurried into the classroom and went to find a seat.
Tristan DuGrey, sauntered after her. He spoke to a person in the seat beside her. The person in the seat quickly gathered his things and hurried away, leaving Tristan able to sit there. He smirked at Rory, as he sat down.....
Rory turned to the first page of her English Lit text book. It was a perfectly new book, unlike the tatty old ones at Stars Hollow High. She turned to the second page and began reading what the teacher instructed them to read.
A chair creeked and then a voice whispered in her ear. "Interesting read, huh, Mary?" It was Tristan.
Rory scowled. "Rory, and I like learning!"
Tristan leaned back slightly. "Rory," he whispered he name sexily. It made her skin prickle.
"Finally you get it," Rory replied smartly and then began reading again.
The teacher walked back into the classroom and Tristan moved his seat back to it's proper position.
"Right class," said the teacher, beginning to hand out leaflets. "I'm going to give you a different assignment today. It's on the book 'Whispers and Prayers'."
There were some groans in the classroom.
"It's a relatively new book, so Im sure it will be to all of your tastes."
This time Rory groaned. She loved how books were written many years ago.
"Anyway, I hope this doesn't sound silly, but I want you all to read the book, and then I want you to make a website on the book."
Ryan Sanders ears perked up when he heard the word "website." Yup, computer nerd.
Rory raised her hand, and the teacher turned to her.
"Yes... Miss Gilmore, is it?"
Rory nodded. "I was just wondering.. but, what does a website have to do with English Literature?"
The teacher smiled. "I teach web design here, and I was just thinking that its much more fun than making a poster. You dont need glue, pens or paper, do you? And I can see who has talent and could be in my design class!"
Rory was still a little confused. "So we just write up what we think of the book or something?"
"Basically. You can write a review, you should have a section to feature a summary of the plot.. and basically whatever you think you can include on the website. Its up to your imagination."
Rory had to admit it was different, but maybe it would be fun.
The teacher clasped his hands. "Alright then, I guess you better start reading the book.. Just so you know, I expect you all to have read the book properly by Monday week. It's not a lengthy book, so I'm sure you'll find it easy."
"Sounds stupid," muttered someone in the class.
"Would you rather do a 10,000 word essay on Othello, Mr Meyers?"
"What? No thanks sir!" and the boy sunk back into his chair.
"Okay class, start reading!!"
Rory flicked a few pages through the book. It was very short, she agreed. Surely not enough to make a website out of! A website, she thought, geez, how strange! Chilton's teaching methods were certainly out of the ordinary.
She glanced back at the boy sitting behind her. Okay sure, he looked as handsome as a god.. that hair... but ah well... he was a jerk and that was that. Though at least she could now admire guys without having to feel guilty that she was betraying her boyfriend. (Yep, No Dean yet.. or ever, lol)
............ Chapter 2 is coming!
