"So Sexy" by munkie

Chapter 1: Signals

I can't believe I came to this party on a Saturday no less. If it weren't for Lane I wouldn't be here. Sometimes I think I'm too nice for my own good. Her begging tone was just too pathetic and me being the best friend that I am said okay.

It's not fair. Not fair at all. Lane doesn't even go to Chilton and Henry is all over her. I've been going to Chilton for over a year now and I still don't have any friends there. Granted Paris doesn't hate me anymore. As much. But she still doesn't talk to me.

Don't get me wrong. I love Lane and I'm so happy for her. It's just not fair. Well at least this will give me a chance to catch up on my reading.

I sit down on an overstuffed flower print couch and take out my book. I'm about to begin reading and this guy walks up to me and starts unsuccessfully and rather immaturely hitting on me.

"Hey what's up babe?"

"Hi," I say casually and go back to my book. I'm hoping beyond hope he gets the clue that I'm trying to ignore him. He doesn't quite factor in the way I looked away and pretended he wasn't there.

"Why are you reading at a party when you could be doing more entertaining things?"

His little innuendo makes me want to gag. There's something about Chilton guys the way they pull signals out of the air. I'm sitting, trying to read and this guy somehow thinks I'm interested.

"So... You wanna dance?" He tries again, wiggling his eyebrows.

"No," I state firmly.

~*~

I'd been watching her since I got here. She seemed so out of place and she knew it. I could tell just by looking at her that she was uncomfortable. Her body was completely tense and she kept nervously biting her lip.

A moment ago a guy had walked up to her. Roger I think his name was. The second he walked up to her, her body went frigid. It was sort of amusing watching her blatantly turn him down.

Deciding I'd let it go long enough I strode over to where she sat. As I got there she stood to leave and unseemingly bumped into me.

Smiling, I wrapped my arms around her and said, "Hey Mary."

~*~

I couldn't stand it anymore. This guy was infuriating. Standing to leave I nearly fell over as a solid form stopped me from moving forward.

An extremely confident voice said, "Hey Mary," and a pair of muscular arms wrapped themselves around me. I looked up to see deep ocean blue eyes looking at me. Rolling my eyes I turned around.

'Two aggravating guys in one night! Unbelievable.' With that thought I remembered the guy I'd just turned to face. He was now coming onto me more forcefully. I was blocked in.

Maybe it was the foreign, green appetizer I'd had earlier or maybe I'm just my mother's daughter, but what I did next was unimaginable. Literally shocking.

I just wanted that Roger guy to leave me alone, so I turned back around and sweetly said, "Hey Tristan." Then I passionately kissed him, weaving my hands though his hair for what seemed forever. When I finally broke away I was breathless. I turned once again to the guy I vaguely remember saying his name was Roger and said, "I'm sorry what were you saying?" I'd plastered an overly sweet smile on my face.

The guy looked at Tristan, said, "Nothing," and left.

"Thank you." I sighed deeply. "That guy just wouldn't leave me alone!"

I looked up at Tristan with a grateful smile. His expression was one of total shock. He just stood there staring at me with his mouth in a big 'O'.

"Ummm... yeah. Well thanks, I've got to go," I hurriedly said and rushed past him.

I grabbed Lane and ran out the door.

~*~

"...Oh my God Rory! I can't believe you did that. It's- it's just so unlike you," Lane said enthusiastically on the way home after I'd told her what had happened.

"For the umpteenth time already... I KNOW!" Sometimes Lane is too enthusiastic. I continued more slowly, "It's just that I knew he was trying to help me out and... well, I couldn't stand that guy so I just took the offer from Tristan. It worked didn't it?"

"You left a confused Tristan just standing there? Now you're really sending him mixed signals."

"What? What signals, Lane?"

"Come on Rory. You can't be that oblivious. I know you and your innocence is really sweet and I love you for it, but sometimes you can really be dense when it comes to guys."

~*~

That night I lay thinking about what Lane said. 'What was Lane talking about? Mixed signals? I don't send signals. Even if I did they wouldn't be pointed towards Tristan...' Groaning I roll over.

'Lately, well for the past few hours all I can think about is Tristan. I try not to think about him and 'pop' he's made a sudden appearance in my mind. I think I'm beginning to hear the 'pop'... Ugh! What's wrong with me? Tristan is just- well he's Tristan. He's a pompous, egotistical, jackass. He'll probably just twist the situation and tell everyone he seduced me.'

'Damn. Damn him. Damn him and all that he stands for. Damn his entire existence.'

My voice penetrates through the silence of my overcrowded thoughts as I squeak, "Why me?"

~*~

That's all for now. I'm not very good at first person so I think I keep accidentally jumping from past tense to present tense. Sorry about that. I can't help it. If you'll just bear with me or try to help me that would be great. Tell me what you think of it. Should I continue? Also I don't really like the title... Any ideas? You might not get it yet but in the next chapter you'll see why it's called that. Well thanks- munkie

P.S- My computer is horribly old so I don't have spell check... Sorry about that.