Disclaimer: Although I wouldn't mind... sadly, I don't own anything. And if
I did, Tristan would still be on the show... with Rory, living happily ever
after. God, I'm pathetic, lol.
Some background Info: Tristan is still in Chilton... currently single. Rory and Dean have gone their seperate ways...
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He shifted in his seat, trying so hard to keep quiet. He tried listening to the teacher, no such luck. He felt weak... sleepy. He held back a yawn. Tristan put his head down on the desk, closing his eyes. "Just five minutes... five minutes," he mumbled to himself.
Hearing laughter, Tristan opened his eyes, rubbing them from sleep. Mr. Medina stood there, his arms on his waist... a frown on his face. "Sleeping in school huh Tristan? Boy, that's a new one... Detention," Tristan blushed slightly, straightening his back... hearing some of his friends laugh made him more embarassed.
Rory laughed also... she couldn't help it. She was now who Mr. Medina was looking at, his eyes become a little darker. Rory stopped, trying to keep a straight face. She figured that... he quite wasn't over his relationship with her mother. "Do you find this quite funny, Ms. Gilmore?" he asked, his voice edgy. Rory shook her head "No, Mr. Medina." He walked closer to where she was sitting... all eyes were on her, even Tristan, who had a smirk to his lips. "Perhaps," Mr. Medina started "You won't find it amusing when I tell you that you'd be joining Mr. Dugrey today after school," he smiled at her. Rory nodded, her heart pounding... she had never had detention... never.
Rory walked out of class fuming. Tristan, of course followed. "So, should I pick you up Mary?" he asked, once reaching her locker. Rory glared "No thank you, but thank you for asking Tristan, it was incredibly sweet of you," she replied dryly, gathering her books for her next class. "We will have so much fun Mary," he continued to tease, Rory slammed her locker door shut "I highly doubt that Tristan... goodbye," she walks away shiftly. He watches her leave and sighs.
Rory dreaded this moment... she stared at the door, inhaling sharply, she opens it, surprised to find the room empty. She sees a middle aged woman seated on the desk facing the class, Rory instantly recognizing her as Ms. Ramili... the Senior year's art teacher. Mr. Ramili looked up, Rory cleared her voice, "Rory Gilmore, I'm here for... detention," she felt arms around her waist "Tristan Dugrey, I am here for detention also," he winked at Rory, his arms still had a tight hold on her waist. Rory held her anger in, biting her tongue from saying something she knew she would regret.
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AN: Yeah, it's not that good... but it'll get better as the story progresses. Please r/r.
Some background Info: Tristan is still in Chilton... currently single. Rory and Dean have gone their seperate ways...
~*~
He shifted in his seat, trying so hard to keep quiet. He tried listening to the teacher, no such luck. He felt weak... sleepy. He held back a yawn. Tristan put his head down on the desk, closing his eyes. "Just five minutes... five minutes," he mumbled to himself.
Hearing laughter, Tristan opened his eyes, rubbing them from sleep. Mr. Medina stood there, his arms on his waist... a frown on his face. "Sleeping in school huh Tristan? Boy, that's a new one... Detention," Tristan blushed slightly, straightening his back... hearing some of his friends laugh made him more embarassed.
Rory laughed also... she couldn't help it. She was now who Mr. Medina was looking at, his eyes become a little darker. Rory stopped, trying to keep a straight face. She figured that... he quite wasn't over his relationship with her mother. "Do you find this quite funny, Ms. Gilmore?" he asked, his voice edgy. Rory shook her head "No, Mr. Medina." He walked closer to where she was sitting... all eyes were on her, even Tristan, who had a smirk to his lips. "Perhaps," Mr. Medina started "You won't find it amusing when I tell you that you'd be joining Mr. Dugrey today after school," he smiled at her. Rory nodded, her heart pounding... she had never had detention... never.
Rory walked out of class fuming. Tristan, of course followed. "So, should I pick you up Mary?" he asked, once reaching her locker. Rory glared "No thank you, but thank you for asking Tristan, it was incredibly sweet of you," she replied dryly, gathering her books for her next class. "We will have so much fun Mary," he continued to tease, Rory slammed her locker door shut "I highly doubt that Tristan... goodbye," she walks away shiftly. He watches her leave and sighs.
Rory dreaded this moment... she stared at the door, inhaling sharply, she opens it, surprised to find the room empty. She sees a middle aged woman seated on the desk facing the class, Rory instantly recognizing her as Ms. Ramili... the Senior year's art teacher. Mr. Ramili looked up, Rory cleared her voice, "Rory Gilmore, I'm here for... detention," she felt arms around her waist "Tristan Dugrey, I am here for detention also," he winked at Rory, his arms still had a tight hold on her waist. Rory held her anger in, biting her tongue from saying something she knew she would regret.
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AN: Yeah, it's not that good... but it'll get better as the story progresses. Please r/r.