Library Liaisons
Summary: Rory and Tristan are stuck in the Chilton library for the weekend. Alone. Oh, dear.
A/N: Why, hello kids. Glad I managed to connive you into reading this. Every chapter will be one day of the weekend, so expect about three more chapters. The following is a teaser of what's to come, and takes place before the actual event. Enjoy!
Prologue
The final moments before the bus departed for Stars Hollow were spent in a quiet corner of Chilton's impressive library, absorbed in a book of verse. She knew she should get going, but the book practically beckoned to her, and surely, a few more minutes couldn't hurt...?
"--I'll catch you guys later. I'm going to go check out a book for Medina's class." An unwelcome voice jolted her out of her revery.
Her head snapped up and she glared at the intruder through narrowed eyes.
"Nice to see you too, Mary." the hated one said, in his trademark careless drawl.
He slid into the empty seat next to her and slung an arm around her shoulder, enjoying her obvious discomfort.
"Keats." he smirked, taking the book from her and flipping to its front cover. "Don't you ever have fun?"
"I think my idea of fun is considerably different from yours." she said shortly, and held out her hand impatiently for the book.
He ignored the gesture.
"Oh, I don't doubt that, Mary." he growled, and placed a suggestive hand on her knee, under the table. "But I bet I could show you how much more fun my way is."
She jerked away from him, face flushed. He grinned when he saw her unconsciously lick her lower lip out of nervousness. If she had only known what sort of thoughts were flitting through his mind at the moment, she would've sprinted out of there until she was at least a good ten miles away.
"Isn't there somewhere you should be?" she asked pointedly.
"You're not enjoying my company, Mare?" he asked, feigning hurt. "You didn't seem to mind me so much when we kissed at the party."
Rory's eyes darted around nervously, watching to make sure no one had overheard. Tristan watched in amusement.
"I thought we weren't going to bring that up!" she hissed vehemetly. "And would you please keep your voice down."
A familiar rumble and the silhouette of a large vehicle flashed by her peripheral vision. Her eyes flew to the clock. 3:42.
She was late.
"Oh, no!" she moaned. "I've missed my bus, thanks to you."
"Chill out, Gilmore." he said complacently. "I can give you a ride."
She edged away from him. "I don't think so."
"Well, how else are you going to get home?" he asked her reasonably. "Besides, I don't bite."
His lip curled. "Not unless you want me to, that is."
"You are beyond disgusting." she spat, glaring daggers at him. "Do you at least have a phone I can use to call my mom so she can give me a ride home?"
He smirked at her. "Why won't you let me give you a ride? Scared of what might happen?"
"Tristin. Phone. Now." she said through gritted teeth.
"All right, all right." he said, giving up. He reached into the front pocket of his Marc Jacobs messenger bag. Rory rolled her eyes. Typical spoiled rich kid.
"Damn it." he cursed. "I left it in my locker."
Suddenly, the light went out, enveloping them in darkness. Both of them froze.
After a brief spell of silence, Rory rushed to the door and tried the lock. It was stuck.
"You have to be kidding me." she said in horror. "Tristan--I think we're locked in."
TBC
A/N: Coming up- Day One of Trory action. Oh, YES. And Tristan really appreciates feedback.