A/N: Ok people, I've started rewriting this story. Now I'm changing some of it, adding more detail to it, and a few characters to give it some dimension. I think that park of my issue before was that I went to quickly and didn't develop that much. Its still going kind of fast, but I've gotten inspiration back thanks to a certain friend of mine…

Anyway, the time frame shifted slightly, its not in the fall anymore. Mainly because its spring right now, and I love this weather, but don't worry some things still happen…

This isn't the longest chapter, but I'm hoping to update soon. Within a few days, and I do mean that. I'm going to stick to those promises, barring illness or computer issues.


The bell rang signaling the beginning of the period. Everyone was wandering around the room, talking to friends, doing the homework at last minute, or just sitting in their seats waiting for the teacher to come in.

Tristan was sitting in his seat arguing with one of his closest friends (and ex-girlfriend) Rory. He loved getting her riled up, and he always knew what buttons to push, she was adorable when she was angry. Rory was sitting on the mini-storage cabinet that was next to his seat and between the two aisles; she always sat there before class started, it gave her the opportunity to talk to him before the hour and a half of science.

Jack looked at his two friends arguing; if there was one thing that he could count on, it was that no matter what, Tristan and Rory would always find something to argue about. He shook his head, those two are idiots, there's so much unresolved sexual tension (A/N: now known as UST) between them. He saw Rory getting frustrated, Jack knew that she would lose it in about five seconds, 5…4…3…2…1…

"THAT'S NOT THE POINT TRISTAN!" Blast off.

Tristan smirked at Rory, her face was flushed from her frustration, he knew that he had to back off soon, so in his "charming" voice asked, "what is the point Mare?"

Rory's eyes narrowed as she glared at him, "the point is that you shouldn't criticize an amazing television show that you've never even seen! The West Wing is a great show with outstanding writing and an all-star ensemble cast, don't knock it till you've tried it Bible-boy."

"Ok Mary."

Neither of the two teens had noticed that the rest of the class, including the teacher who had just come into the room, had been watching them banter back and forth. It was a usual occurrence and most of the time Rory and Tristan were ignored, but every once in a while the debate got so heated that all eyes focused on them.

Dr. Brooks rolled his eyes, he would never admit it but Rory and Tristan were two of his favorite students. Tristan brought the comic relief to the class while Rory kept Tristan in line and forced him to get his work done.

"All right, all right, settle down." He looked at the two, "Miss Gilmore, Mr. DuGrey, thank you for yet another lovely bout of entertainment but I think it's time for Miss Gilmore to take her seat so that we can start today's lab."

Rory got up and walked over to her desk, Jack and Tristan could tell she was still fuming.

"Today we're going to be doing two mini labs, one on lenses and one on prisms. I gave the demonstration yesterday, but for those of you who have difficulty retaining the important details, the procedure sheets are on the lab tables."

He paused and looked around the room, "it appears that we have a few students missing today. In fact, Miss Gilmore it looks like your entire lab group is missing. Why don't you join Mr. DuGrey's group, perhaps you can motivate them to actually complete the lab this week…Ok people, get to work."

The class moved to their assigned lab tables at the back of the room. Tristan's group was at the table in the far back corner of the room, visible but not in Dr. Brooks' line of sight.

Rory sat down next to Tristan and started setting up the lab, about two minutes after everyone sat down, the room plunged into darkness.

"Don't worry its not a blackout," Brooks explained, "you're doing a lab on light, it's easier to complete in the dark."

Tristan turned to Rory, "and it gives me a little more cover Mary."

"shut up Tristan, I'm still pissed at you."


After ten minutes of Rory speaking to everyone else in the group except for him, Tristan was getting frustrated. When Rory reached across the table to get the lens she needed, her chair started to wobble and tip over. Tristan instinctively put his hands on her hips to steady her.

His touched caused Rory to suck in her breath. As she sat back down, she turned and looked at Tristan, his eyes were filled with concern. She softly said, "thanks Tris."

"Don't worry about Ror."

The group continued working on the lab and finished quickly. After all the equipment was put away, they began to work on the questions and write up. Jack had gotten up to get Rory's and his calculator so that they could do the calculations, when he got back to the table he immediately noticed that Rory's stool was closer to Tristan's than before. As he looked more closely, he saw that Tristan's arm was around Rory's waist. He mumbled, "idiots…"

Rory looked up, "did you say something Jack?"

"Nope, not a thing. Here's your calculator."

Rory reached to take it from him and inadvertently moved closer to Tristan. His arm wrapped more tightly around her. A shock raced through body when his fingers slipped under her shirt and grazed the bare skin above her skirt. Tristan moved to take out his hand but then he felt Rory's hand on his, stopping him. She shifted; Tristan pulled her onto the bench he was sitting on so that he could hold her more easily. While she was moving, she unconsciously pulled her skirt down a little, exposing more skin.

The entire group, with the exception of Jack, was oblivious to what was going on; then again the group was made up entirely of guys. Jack watched the two, they were so adorable together. Rory was basically sitting between Tristan's legs and leaning her head against his chest while he had his arms wrapped around her. Jack saw Tristan lean in to say something to her, but they couldn't be more oblivious if they tried…

Tristan brushed a piece of hair away from her cheek, he whispered to her, "is this bothering you?"

The feel of his lips next to her ear, sent shivers down her spine. Rory smiled, took his hand, and intertwined their fingers, "not at all…"


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