Disclaimer : I don't own them
A/N: This is my first attempt at fan fict. But I'm a true Trory fan. Pls R/R, thanks!
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The crowd jostled and pushed as Rory tried to put her books into her new locker. Looking around she saw people laughing and greeting each other boisterously,
*Sigh* she thought. The beginning of a new school life, new friends to make and new things to study. Looking down at the timetable given to her at the registrar, she grimaced and made her way to the classroom.
"Well, well, if it isn't Mary.", Rory cringed, as only one person would call her that. She swung around, and saw that pale blond hair and blue eyes. Tristan. *Can life be so unfair?!* Raising her eyes to heaven, she grimaced, and looked at Tristan.
"Hi Tristan" she said. As usual, nothing much has changed. With his arms swung around a blonde that looks like an airhead, and followed by his groupies.
" Well Mary, shouldn't you be in Harvard? Why are you stuck in Yale with us? Couldn't get in huh?" Tristan smirked as his eyes roved over Rory's body.
*Why do I feel this tingly feeling seeing him here argh.. I HATE him remember? He didn't even call or write after he went to military school.* Rory thought about the kiss they shared at Madeline's party, she blushed at the memory of it and stood there silently.
Tristan looked at her flushed face, and was thinking exactly the same thing. That fateful night when he kissed Rory, it was sweet, beautiful and unforgettable. When he saw Dean kissing Rory that day after school, it was like his heart broke in its place, he had placed the books down and walked away. He didn't want to see Rory with Dean, yet she had seemed so happy. He didn't want to see her again, didn't want to see her so happy with someone who wasn't him. Didn't she know that he would do anything to make her happy?
"Trissty.. It's time for class, let's go!" Tristan's girlfriend whined, sensing the awkward silence between them. Both of them broke out of their thoughts, and Rory whirled around. She grabbed her bag from the floor, and yelled " Gotta go Tristan! Seeya around.." She walked off briskly without even turning around.
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"Welcome class to English Literature 101. This term, we'll be covering the text Macbeth. I expect you to work hard as this is your first year here. This is a prestigious school.." The teacher droned on and on.
*Must concentrate. Must concentrate.. Why can't I concentrate after seeing Tristan here. Isn't he supposed to in stuck in some military school? Why must he be here?* Rory thought, as the teacher went on and on about his class. Rory looked around, glancing at the students that were her classmates. She saw some familiar faces from Chilton, she smiled at them as she continued looking around the class for familiar faces, till she saw that same blue eyes with that familiar smirk that made her heart go flip flop.
*Tristan!* Rory groaned. Unfortunately at that time, the teacher has stopped talking and the groan seemed extremely loud.
"Ms Gilmore! Are you sick?" The teacher asked sarcastically.
"No, Mr Robel.. erm.. I was just thinking about the year's work." Rory stammered out.
"Well, since you were thinking about the work we are going to go through. Maybe you would like to answer the question I just asked." Mr Robel looked at her expectantly.
Rory looked around wildly, she had just read the text yesterday. She was prepared! But she didn't hear the question
"Hmm.. I thought so. Well if you can't answer it, maybe one of your classmates would. If not, I'm afraid you would have your first black mark in this class." Mr Robel said, as he looked around the class.
*This is not going to be good* Rory sighed, as the class fell into silence, afraid to incur the wrath of the teacher on the first day of school. Then a hand raised up slowly.
Mr Robel raised an eyebrow " Yes Mr DuGrey? Would you like to help your fellow classmate?" he said sarcastically
"Macbeth depicts deception and the theme of reality versus appearance. The 3 witches deceived him into thinking he was infallible. But in reality, they were just luring him into a trap." Tristan answered, occasionally glancing at Rory.
"Hmm.. well, Ms Gilmore, it seems that Mr DuGrey has saved the day. Maybe you should start to pay attention for the rest of the lesson now.." Mr Robel said, as he turned around to start writing on the blackboard.
Rory snuck a glance at Tristan and gave him a grateful smile. He winked at her, and puckered his lips like he wanted a kiss.
*This is so like Tristan* Rory turned back to her books. But why did she feel this warm feeling when she thought of how he helped her. He was staring at her, she could practically feel his eyes boring into her back. Yet she still had the warm fuzzy feeling inside
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"Ok class, see you next week, and don't forget to read up Chapters 1 & 2!!" shouted Mr Robel as the class stood up and started clearing their books.
Rory picked up her textbooks and started to leave. She felt a hand on her arm holding her back. She turned around.
"Hey Mary, shouldn't you kiss me or something since I "saved" you just now?" Tristan leered.
"For the LAST time Trissty.. My name is RORY and I'm not THAT grateful" Rory shouted, irritated by his nonchalant attitude. She swung around and stormed out of the classroom.
"Wait!" Tristan chased after her.. " Please. Rory?"
Rory stopped and turned to him. His eyes searched her face desperately and almost longingly. " Please don't go like that, please?" He placed his hand on her arm, her heart began to beat faster.
"Look, Rory. Let's just start again, it's a new year and a new school. So let us be friends ok?" Tristan whispered. Rory looked into his eyes and saw sincerity and something else. something like. love?
She nodded reluctantly. Tristan grinned, and the smile just lit up his face. " So what's your next class?" he asked as he took the slip of paper from Rory's hand. "Trigo? Mine too! Let's walk there together. Come on, let me take that for you." Tristan said as he took her books from her hands.
Rory started to shake her head. "Come on, don't be shy. Tristan will help you, Princess." He said as he winked at her.
Rory rolled her eyes. Some people never change.
A/N: This is my first attempt at fan fict. But I'm a true Trory fan. Pls R/R, thanks!
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The crowd jostled and pushed as Rory tried to put her books into her new locker. Looking around she saw people laughing and greeting each other boisterously,
*Sigh* she thought. The beginning of a new school life, new friends to make and new things to study. Looking down at the timetable given to her at the registrar, she grimaced and made her way to the classroom.
"Well, well, if it isn't Mary.", Rory cringed, as only one person would call her that. She swung around, and saw that pale blond hair and blue eyes. Tristan. *Can life be so unfair?!* Raising her eyes to heaven, she grimaced, and looked at Tristan.
"Hi Tristan" she said. As usual, nothing much has changed. With his arms swung around a blonde that looks like an airhead, and followed by his groupies.
" Well Mary, shouldn't you be in Harvard? Why are you stuck in Yale with us? Couldn't get in huh?" Tristan smirked as his eyes roved over Rory's body.
*Why do I feel this tingly feeling seeing him here argh.. I HATE him remember? He didn't even call or write after he went to military school.* Rory thought about the kiss they shared at Madeline's party, she blushed at the memory of it and stood there silently.
Tristan looked at her flushed face, and was thinking exactly the same thing. That fateful night when he kissed Rory, it was sweet, beautiful and unforgettable. When he saw Dean kissing Rory that day after school, it was like his heart broke in its place, he had placed the books down and walked away. He didn't want to see Rory with Dean, yet she had seemed so happy. He didn't want to see her again, didn't want to see her so happy with someone who wasn't him. Didn't she know that he would do anything to make her happy?
"Trissty.. It's time for class, let's go!" Tristan's girlfriend whined, sensing the awkward silence between them. Both of them broke out of their thoughts, and Rory whirled around. She grabbed her bag from the floor, and yelled " Gotta go Tristan! Seeya around.." She walked off briskly without even turning around.
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"Welcome class to English Literature 101. This term, we'll be covering the text Macbeth. I expect you to work hard as this is your first year here. This is a prestigious school.." The teacher droned on and on.
*Must concentrate. Must concentrate.. Why can't I concentrate after seeing Tristan here. Isn't he supposed to in stuck in some military school? Why must he be here?* Rory thought, as the teacher went on and on about his class. Rory looked around, glancing at the students that were her classmates. She saw some familiar faces from Chilton, she smiled at them as she continued looking around the class for familiar faces, till she saw that same blue eyes with that familiar smirk that made her heart go flip flop.
*Tristan!* Rory groaned. Unfortunately at that time, the teacher has stopped talking and the groan seemed extremely loud.
"Ms Gilmore! Are you sick?" The teacher asked sarcastically.
"No, Mr Robel.. erm.. I was just thinking about the year's work." Rory stammered out.
"Well, since you were thinking about the work we are going to go through. Maybe you would like to answer the question I just asked." Mr Robel looked at her expectantly.
Rory looked around wildly, she had just read the text yesterday. She was prepared! But she didn't hear the question
"Hmm.. I thought so. Well if you can't answer it, maybe one of your classmates would. If not, I'm afraid you would have your first black mark in this class." Mr Robel said, as he looked around the class.
*This is not going to be good* Rory sighed, as the class fell into silence, afraid to incur the wrath of the teacher on the first day of school. Then a hand raised up slowly.
Mr Robel raised an eyebrow " Yes Mr DuGrey? Would you like to help your fellow classmate?" he said sarcastically
"Macbeth depicts deception and the theme of reality versus appearance. The 3 witches deceived him into thinking he was infallible. But in reality, they were just luring him into a trap." Tristan answered, occasionally glancing at Rory.
"Hmm.. well, Ms Gilmore, it seems that Mr DuGrey has saved the day. Maybe you should start to pay attention for the rest of the lesson now.." Mr Robel said, as he turned around to start writing on the blackboard.
Rory snuck a glance at Tristan and gave him a grateful smile. He winked at her, and puckered his lips like he wanted a kiss.
*This is so like Tristan* Rory turned back to her books. But why did she feel this warm feeling when she thought of how he helped her. He was staring at her, she could practically feel his eyes boring into her back. Yet she still had the warm fuzzy feeling inside
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"Ok class, see you next week, and don't forget to read up Chapters 1 & 2!!" shouted Mr Robel as the class stood up and started clearing their books.
Rory picked up her textbooks and started to leave. She felt a hand on her arm holding her back. She turned around.
"Hey Mary, shouldn't you kiss me or something since I "saved" you just now?" Tristan leered.
"For the LAST time Trissty.. My name is RORY and I'm not THAT grateful" Rory shouted, irritated by his nonchalant attitude. She swung around and stormed out of the classroom.
"Wait!" Tristan chased after her.. " Please. Rory?"
Rory stopped and turned to him. His eyes searched her face desperately and almost longingly. " Please don't go like that, please?" He placed his hand on her arm, her heart began to beat faster.
"Look, Rory. Let's just start again, it's a new year and a new school. So let us be friends ok?" Tristan whispered. Rory looked into his eyes and saw sincerity and something else. something like. love?
She nodded reluctantly. Tristan grinned, and the smile just lit up his face. " So what's your next class?" he asked as he took the slip of paper from Rory's hand. "Trigo? Mine too! Let's walk there together. Come on, let me take that for you." Tristan said as he took her books from her hands.
Rory started to shake her head. "Come on, don't be shy. Tristan will help you, Princess." He said as he winked at her.
Rory rolled her eyes. Some people never change.