- Chapter One -

Every guy has fantasies involving girls in schoolgirl uniforms. Yet ironically enough, as much as he indulged in these fantasies, the concept of wearing one himself repulsed him. The pressed pants, the buttoned down shirt, the blazer, and worst yet…the tie. Of course his father had explained how uniforms were meant to promote equality and uniformity.

"Hence the name…get it, uniform? Uniformity?" his father had said and laughed at his own pathetic attempt at a joke.

Now, as he gazed at himself in the mirror, he couldn't help but feel nauseous. Man…if my friends ever caught me in this, he thought and let a snicker escape his lips.

"Excuse me sir…but have you seen my son anywhere," his father joked as he walked in, sporting the usual flannel shirt and backwards baseball cap.

Son…that word always managed to lift Tristan right out of whatever funk he was in. Biologically, Luke wasn't his father but for the past 17 years, he had been the one who had come to every parent-teacher interview, cheered him on at every game and picked him up after every fall.

He knew his life would have been different had his birth parents kept him. But he never indulged this idea because he loved his life and the people in his life. As far as he was concerned, all the Dugrey money couldn't have bought him the contentment the town of Stars Hollow offered him.

To this very day, he held on to the belief that being put up for adoption was the best thing that could have ever happened to him.

Sure, his lifestyle wasn't lavish, he thought, as he gazed over his modest bedroom, consisting of his unmade bed, shelves crammed with books, various Harvard memorabilia, CD's, his desk, where many an hour had been spent devouring a book or writing down his ideas, and the poster covered walls. But it was more than enough. Stars Hollow was more than enough.

"Don't tell me you're gonna cry or something…cus seeing you emotional may force me to skip breakfast," Tristan teased and mimicked a vomiting action.

"Keep it up smart guy and breakfast won't be the only meal you're forced to give up," Luke threw back before putting an arm around his son's shoulder and dragging him downstairs towards the diner.

"Well hellooooooo stud," came a familiar voice as the two men walked down and into the diner.

Miss Patty sat at her usual table, sporting an array of beaded necklaces and a salacious grin.

"Hello beautiful," Tristan responded before sending her a wink and sitting down at the counter.

"Eat." Luke ordered as he placed a plate of bacon, waffles, French toast and celery in front of Tristan.

"Celery…you're kidding right?" Tristan asked, smirking. He was used to his father's constant attempts at trying to get him to eat healthy but never the less, never missed and opportunity to give him a hard time about it.

"What?" Luke grumbled. "Martha always says that a little celery…" but Tristan cut him off.

"Wait wait wait…Martha? As in Stewart?" he began and then broke into a fit of laughter.

"Shut up!" Luke yelled before he disappeared behind the counter.

"Real manly of you dad" Tristan called out after his father's retreating back.

Ten minutes later, after he had devoured everything including the celery, he said goodbye to his father and ran out of the diner.

"Keep your eyes peeled for a nice gentleman friend for me," Patty yelled as he ran past her.

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"Bye Robert," Rory yelled back before stamping out her cigarette, throwing her bag into the back seat of her convertible then jumping in her self.

"Have a good day miss Lorelai," the butler called back as he watched her drive off. Then sighing deeply, he closed the doors and returned to his duties.

Robert had been with the Gilmores for over 40 years and with Rory all her life. He had cared for her like a father and had had a bigger hand in raising her than her own family. But now days, despite how much she tried to hide it, Robert could see that she was hurting. And it hurt him to know that there was nothing he could do to help her get out of the hole she was digging for her self.

Worst yet, it didn't seem to appear that her own flesh and blood, her grandparents, had any inclination of the situation she was getting her self into.

As she turned the corner, Rory sped up, aware that Robert could no longer see her. With the wheel in her hands and no grandparents telling her what to do, the tension that had lately been building, slowly seemed to ease up. Driving had that effect on her.

To say she loved it would have been an understatement. It was the only thing in her life that seemed to be under her control. On the road, in her car, she didn't feel as if she were some show dog, being paraded around by its master. She felt free and fully in control of her life. Maybe that's why she skipped a light here and there or sped down streets. It was the only thing in her life that was under her control. Flying through another red light, she took a sip of her coffee and played with the radio dials.

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A few chapters of Walt Whitman and a bus ride later, Tristan found himself within mere feet of the hallowed halls of Chilton. Well…that's what the headmaster had called it anyways. The headmaster had also told him how unusual it was for someone to come to Chilton in his or her final year of high school. Never the less, the headmaster had felt that with Tristan's excellent grade point average, he would be caught up in no time.

He threw his book into his bag and pulled out the schedule the head office had mailed him. He tried to decipher the map of the school using the legend they had provided him with but found it almost impossible.

With his full attention on trying to figure out where his first class was, the looks cast his way by passing girls went unnoticed. After all, in terms of external attributes, he was almost every girl's epitome of a prince charming, right from the messy blond, untamable hair and chiseled features to that unintentional strut. No matter where he was or what he did, Tristan always managed to look as if he had just stepped out of the latest issue of GQ.

But what generally grabbed and held people's attention could be credited to his intense, penetrating blue eyes. His eyes always gave his emotions away, proving once and for all that they really were the windows to one's soul.

Babette always said that they seemed to change with his mood and at the moment, he was sporting eyes of bewildered blue.

He was so engrossed in the map that as he crossed the street, any thoughts of on coming traffic failed to enter his mind. It was only when he heard the screeching of brakes that he looked up from his map. Around him, a few people stared but the rest carried on as if this were a normal phenomenon.

"Smart move jerk…you have a death wish or something," Rory began but stopped as their eyes met. As quickly as her angry demeanor had come, it melted away.

"Damn. Sorry about that. Wasn't watching where I was going," he called back to her.

"No really," she replied coldly, at which he chuckled.

"Luck must be on my side or something," he called out as he noticed just how close the car had come to completely pummeling him.

As he moved off to the side, she pulled down her shades and looked him up and down. For an instant something fluttered inside her but as she caught the guy looking her up and down, the feisty attitude returned.

"Yeah, well, if you feel the need for another adrenaline rush, step in front of someone else's car because the next time with me, you might not be so lucky," she spat before throwing him a glare and driving off towards the Chilton parking lot.

He watched her drive off and then stepping back into reality, made his way onto the Chilton grounds. His mind was still on her as he began to walk up to the main entrance. He knew his first class was English, so once again, he pulled out the map and tried to decipher it.

"Hey gorgeous," came a sultry voice from behind him. Snapping back to reality, Tristan turned to see a pretty redhead walking towards him. The schoolgirl scenario flashed through his mind.

Isabelle had noticed the tall blond as he walked past her and was instantly aroused by the fact that he had ignored her. It was strange how her mind worked.

Leaving behind a circle of disappointed admirers, she pursued after the newcomer. Pursued was definitely a word that went hand in hand with Isabelle. She, being one of the most popular girls at Chilton, had her share of pursuers. But it was her ability to pursue and always get who and what she wanted that she was best known for.

"A little lost are you?" she tilted her head in mock innocence and asked.

He smiled and locked eyes with her. "Actually yeah"…he began. "I'm trying to find Dante's class."

She locked arms with him and smiled. "Well it's your lucky day gorgeous, because I was just on my way to that same exact class." This of course was an indefinite lie. Well, true, it was her first period class but by no means had she had any desire to attend that class before Tristan had crossed her path. She had intended on skipping, as usual. That, her callous disregard for anything educational and unrelated to the latest fashion trends, was another thing Isabelle was famous for.

Sporting his infamous grin, Tristan allowed the redhead to lead him up a flight of stairs and in to a classroom, one that Isabelle had assumed to be vacant.

But to her dismay and disappointment, the four Chilton girls she despised the most currently occupied it. Isabelle had forgotten that Rory and her friends were always freakishly early for classes.

Rory momentarily looked up from her book as Isabelle practically barged in with a guy. She didn't get a good look at him but assuming it was another one of Isabelle's playmates, Rory returned to her book.

Paris also noticed the new guy but displayed the same enthusiasm as Rory. Louise and Madeline however looked him up and down as if her were a low fat chocolate bar ready for the tasting.

Recalling the earlier incident, Tristan's gaze fixed upon Rory. Despite her total lack of interest, he couldn't help but stare at her as she sat atop a desk, legs crossed in a seductive manor, engrossed in a novel. Everything about the petite brunette, especially the somewhat altered uniform, intrigued him.

Noticing this, Isabelle pulled him towards the back of the class where she and her friends sat, but not before throwing a vicious, catty glance at Louise and Madeline. She fully intended on 'introducing her self' to the new guy before any one else did.

"So," Isabelle began, as she sat down and motioned Tristan to do the same. "What's your story?"

"Well I…" he began but was cut off as a tall, dark haired male entered the room with a mug in each hand.

"And how are Chilton's four most gorgeous women doing?" he asked, nodding in the direction of Rory, Paris, Louise and Madeline before walking in and settling himself atop Paris's desk.

"I'll be sure to ask when I see them," Paris retorted before getting up and moving away from him.

A moment later, another guy entered the room, caught site of Isabelle and Tristan and turned in their direction.

He sized Tristan up before embracing Isabelle with an almost possessive kiss. Yeah I get the point dude. She's your girlfriend, Tristan thought as he returned his gaze to the brunette.

Almost as if feeling his gaze upon her, Rory's eyes moved from her book and locked with Tristan's eyes. Trying to be polite, he smiled at her but she just returned her gaze back to the book, almost as if she had looked at him without really seeing anyone there.

Who is he and why the hell is he staring at me?" Rory wondered as she tried to concentrate on the witty remark that Rhett had thrown out. But he couldn't help but stare as he took in everything about her, from her Sapphire eyes, and her long, slender legs to the dozens of bracelets on her wrists and the title of the book she was reading: Gone With The Wind.

Momentarily, he dropped the gaze as giggles erupted beside him where Isabelle and the guy sat in a very contorted position. All notions of the new guy forgotten, Isabelle whispered something into the guy's ear. Seconds later, with Isabelle still giggling, the two disentangled themselves and rose from their chairs.

"At least learn from your parents' mistake and use some birth control," called out Paris as the two practically catapulted out of the classroom.

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Reference: Rhett Butler is the male lead in Gone With The Wind

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