Title: Is It Worth It?

Rating: M

Pairing: Tristan/Rory

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing.

Summary: Logan and Rory are doing the no-strings thing, but what will happen when she literally bumps into a blonde-haired, blue-eyed Adonis…who, but not to mention, has a girlfriend?

Chapter 1

"Logan, stop," she giggled as he pulled her back onto the bed.

"Come on Ace," he whined, "Five more minutes."

"I'm late as it is," she told him as she managed to finally get out of bed and slip her panties on.

"Exactly! What's five more minutes?" he tried to bargain.

"The difference is," she began to explain as she fastened the last hook on her Victoria's Secret bra, "If I leave now, I at least won't be the last person walking into class who has all eyes on her."

"But you deserve the attention."

Rory ignored his hopeless attempts of getting her back into bed as she buttoned up the last of the buttons on her blouse.

"Alright, well look at it this way," he said sitting up.

Rory tentatively listened to what he had to say as she rested her hands on her hips.

"Would you rather be having sex with me," he broadly smirked, "Or be listening to some old guy talking?"

"You drive a hard bargain," she said pretending to think it over, "But I'd choose the old guy over you any day," she smiled as she gave him a quick peck on the cheek and turned to head out of his bedroom.

"Are you serious?" he asked completely shocked.

"As a heart attack," she replied, and as a second thought added, "Why don't you call Christy or Chrissy, whatever her name is; I'm sure she'll say 'how high?' when you tell her to jump."

With one final, sweet grin, Rory exited his apartment and went to her first class of the day.

Logan had been right; she should have stayed and had sex with him…but no, she had to be a good girl and actually go to class.

The teacher couldn't have been more boring. His monotone voice, especially today, was putting her to sleep. She could hardly wait until he dismissed the class so that she can go to the coffee cart that was situated around the corner and get herself a nice, delicious, perfect cup of coffee.

"Your assignment is on the board. Have a nice day," the professor finally announced. He addressed the class with no feelings once so ever, but Rory, at the moment, couldn't care less. She quickly scribbled down the assignment and headed for the exit.

Stepping out into the cool October day, Rory wanted that coffee now more than ever. Quickly moving her feet towards the beautiful coffee cart, she patiently waited to get her caffeine fix.

"May I help you?" asked the coffee god behind the cart once it was her turn.

"Yes," she smiled, "Can I please have a medium mocha latte with cream."

After receiving her order, the guy went straight to working on it.

Finishing her order, he placed the lid on it and handed it to her, "That would be $3.50."

Giving him a five dollar bill and telling him to keep the change, she brought the hot liquid to her lips and spun around to make her way to her dorm room.

But unfortunately for Rory, the pleasure of consuming her elixir-of-life was short lived. She had managed to roughly collide with a hard, broad chest, causing her to spill the hot liquid all over herself.

She did her best to ignore the scorching fluid that was clinging her clothing to her body. Instead of focusing of the pain, she focused her attention over the preciously spilled coffee. "oh, my coffee!' she practically cried.

"Mary, I am so sorry," the intruder sincerely apologized.

Rory didn't even bother to look up, "My name's not – Tristan?" she asked once she finally decided to look up at the person in front of her.

"I know – I'm Tristan and you're Mary," he smirked looking down at her.

"I can't believe it," she smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck in a hug; she completely forgot that she was drenched in coffee and was probably dirtying him.

"I know, I know," he smiled returning the hug, "It's so hard to believe that I still look this sexy, if not more," he told her.

"You haven't change," she smiled once they pulled apart, "Wasn't military school supposed to make you a 'better man'?"

"Probably," he shrugged, "But it did make me even more irresistible."

"I can tell… it even made your head bigger."

"Ladies and gentlemen," Tristan announced to the crowd, "After five years she admits to me that she wants me."

"Still full of yourself" she deadpanned.

"Just confident," he countered.

"Full of it."

"Okay…extremely confident."

"Extremely full of it," she said not backing down.

He raised his hands in defense, "alright, alright, I have a feeling that I'm not going to win this one--"

"Military school wasn't a complete waste…it made you smarter," she teased knowing she had won.

"Still the witty Mary, aren't you?"

"Partially—

"Partially?" he asked with raised eyebrows.

"Let's just say that there should be a 'Mags' after the Mary," she told him as she stepped aside so that people could get there share of the coffee from the cart.

"No…" he said following her.

"Yes," she confirmed.

"Wow," was all he could say; he was still semi-shocked.

"Yeah," she shifted her weight around on her feet. His staring was making her a bit uncomfortable. So uncomfortable, that it caused her to slightly blush.

His smirk deepened after seeing the affect he still had on her, "But it seems like you'll always be my Mary," he said as his hand softly caressed her reddened cheek.

Rory just rolled her eyes and fought hard to allow his touch to affect her, "Well I better get going before this stain really sets in," she said looking down at her shirt.

"Let me at least buy you another coffee; I feel bad."

"I would love that, but I need to get back to the dorm…Paris will start wondering where I am," she explained to him.

"Paris? You're living with Paris?"

"Yeah… that's another story for another time…"

"I'm holding you to that," he playfully warned.

"I'm sure you are," she smiled, "See you around Bible Boy."

"Bye Rory," he said as she turned around and began to make her way to where he assumed was he dorm.

He couldn't get over that fact of how beautiful she was. She had changed so much; more beautiful, and intelligent and full of wit. Even though she had lost her innocence, she still managed to have some stored away.

As he saw her turn the corner he asked himself, "Wait…Bible Boy?"

"What happened to you?" Paris asked Rory from her seat on the couch.

"I ran into an old friend," Rory said as she walked past Paris and into her room to change her top, "literally."

"Old friend? Who?" Paris was intrigued as she stood up.

"Well I guess we weren't exactly friend…more like acquaintances," Rory corrected herself.

"Who?" Paris impatiently asked as she stood outside of Rory's room.

"Tristan," she answered coming out of her bedroom with a fresh clean shirt.

"Tristan, as in Tristan Dugrey?"

"Do you know anyone else with the medieval name?" Rory asked as she walked out of her room and over to the couch where she plopped onto it.

"No…what did he look like?" Paris curiously asked, as she too took a seat on the couch.

"He looks that same – A bit taller and a little more built--"

"Military school will do that."

"Same wild hair, piercing blue eyes, infuriating smirk-"

"Oh the smirk is still there?" Paris cringed.

"Unfortunately…along with his cockiness and arrogance."

After a small pause Paris asked, "So what is he doing here?"

"Maybe he's going to school?" Rory said sarcastically.

"Obvious conclusion, Sherlock."

"I don't know, I didn't stick around long enough to ask him," Rory said.

"Well I guess we haven't seen the last of Tristan Dugrey."

"Nope, I guess we haven't," Rory replied as she stared blankly ahead of her.

"What's with red heads?"

"They're hot, Mate!" the tipsy Aussie hotly replied.

"What about blondes?"

"They're fake," he said with a wave of his hand.

"What?"

"There is absolutely no way a blonde woman's hair can truly be that blonde," Finn said taking a long sip of the dark liquid in his glass.

"Give it up Collin, you'll never understand Finn's obsession with red heads," Logan said giving Collin some advice.

Collin shrugged, obviously giving in, "I just figured I'd try."

"Why would you have tried if you knew from the start you would fail?" The Australian asked downing the last of his hard liquor.

Collin didn't reply, instead he followed Logan and Finn out of Logan's apartment and to the party that was taking place tonight.

"Is Reporter Girl going to be there?" Finn slurred as they stepped into the elevator.

"Yeah and I told her to try and convince Paris to come," Logan answered pressing the button for the ground floor.

"That is one fierce woman--" Finn began to say.

"But she's blonde!" Collin exclaimed.

"Hmm…" for a second Finn was at loss for words, "I'm sure if I ask nicely she'll die it red for me."

"Finn, that woman despises you," Logan said with a small laugh.

Stepping off the elevator they began to make their way outside to Logan's car, "But you have to love her acting abilities, Mates," Finn said, "She has you all believing that she hates me…but deep down…deep, deep, deep down she wants me, she wants me bad."

"I'm sure she does," Collin said, "Now get in," he instructed as they reached the designated car.

"Aye, aye Mate" Finn saluted.

"Tonight should be an interesting night," Colin dryly said.

"Isn't it always?" Logan chuckled.

"Why did I come tonight?" Paris asked as they stepped foot into the party.

The music was loudly blasting though the speakers, there were people dancing, talking, laughing…drinking. Probably half the people at the party were tipsy or completely drunk.

Answering Paris's question, Rory says, "Because you need to get out and have a good time; you cant just live your colleges years with your nose in a book while you're locked away in your bedroom--- and because I asked you to and if you said no you would have regretted it for the rest of your life," Rory sweetly smiled.

"Whatever…but if a drunken fool tries hitting on me, then they're going to lose their man hood," Paris said plain and simple.

"The only guy who you can't kill would be Finn," Rory told her wisely as the two if them made their way to where the drinks were, "Because let's face it, if you kill Finn, you'd have no exotic man wanting you."

"Or erotic, Love," Finn said as he, Logan and Collin approached the two girl.

Paris blushed and gave the Aussie a disgusted look, "I'm going to the bathroom," she told Rory as she began to walk away.

"Let me help you, Kitten," Fin said following her.

Paris probably threatened him with bodily harm, but the group didn't hear due to the noise.

"So, Ace," Logan said not standing next to her after Collin had left to pursue a voluptuous blonde, "You here alone?"

"Nope," she said looking at him.

"No?" he raised his brow.

"I'm here with Paris," she told him.

"So, no guy?"

"No girl?" she answered his question with a question.

"No…"

"I'm sure you'll find someone," Rory says as she turns to leave, but for the second time that day she runs into someone.

"Keep this up Mary, and I'll start thinking you want me," Rory heard Tristan say.

"We all know that it's you that wants me – I don't know how many times I'm gonna have to tell you," Rory teased.

"Enough until you--"

"Who's this Rory?" Logan asked cutting Tristan off as he wraps an arm around her waist.

Rory is a bit confused by what Logan is doing, and it probably shows on her face, but she doesn't step out of his embrace, "This is Tristan. We went to high school together until his dumb self got sent to military school."

"Logan Huntzberger," Logan introduced himself as he extended his hand.

"Tristan Dugrey," Tristan said as he shakes the blondes hand; squeezing a little harder then necessary.

"Did you two date?" Logan asked the question that he wanted to ask since the couple first started talking.

"Yeah right, Blondie here never had the chance," Rory smiled.

"That's because Mary here never gave me the chance."

"Well if you weren't such an ass."

"It's not my fault--"

"Hey Trissy," he was cut off with a girl's lips on his.

Pulling away from her Tristan seemed a bit uncomfortable, "Uh…Rory, Logan this is Sam…my girlfriend."

Girlfriend?

AN: Reviews are greatly appreciated.