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Summary- "Its a thin line between love and hate, especially when your married. Granted, it's only a high school class assignment but still...
A/N- Hi guys, I thought this would make a great story, so I hope you like it. RR. Dedicated to my beta reader, she's the best !
She was never late. Never. Yet here she was five minutes from first period and only just now reaching the Chilton parking lot.
Mentally objurgating her self she jumped from her car and raced as fast as Gilmorely possible towards her once happy home.
"Yes! I'm going to make it" she whooped. As she slid around the corner however, "Bam." She smacked right into someone, sending
her toppling backwards. "I'm so sorry" she offered. Pulling her stuff up with her, she glanced towards her "someone". Tristan.
Wasn't that just what she needed.
"You know Mare..."
"Look, Tristan," she cut him off. "I have less than a minute to get to my first class or I'm deemed late, forever tarnishing my would be perfect attendance record, so if you don't..."
RING- The bell signaled for the new day to begin.
"Just great!" She shouted "Now I'm late."
"Take heed in the fact that you're not alone."
"You're late all the time. Why's today any different?" she questioned deadpanndendly.
"Well, because if as I recall, YOU smacked into ME causing ME to be late." He pointed towards her, then back towards himself high lighting his point.
"And if I may recall, you were walking in the opposite direction of class, causing ME to smack into YOU." She mock pointed from him to her.
"Yes but you see, the teachers don't know that."
"Flagitious, you are."
"I have know idea what you're talking about, but come come." He gestured towards their first period.
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"Rory, Tristan, so glad you could join us."
"I can explain, really I can," she panted
"That won't be necessary. Just take your seats, I was just announcing a new project."
"But..."
"Seat. Now."
"My alarm didn't go off, my mom was at work, no coffee this morning, disgruntled cop, double parking, and then...well, smack"
she babbled incoherently all the while using her hands to emphasize her points.
"Tell you what, how about you tell me all about this after school, room 106."
"Wait, like, detention?"
"Yes, like, detention."
"But..."
Tristan who this whole time had remained silent decided now was the perfect time to intervene, "I was the 'smack' in Gilmores very verbose statement, hence, my being late." He smirked, causing most if not all, of the class to laugh.
"Very well, take your seats."
'Must the world vex me so?' Late and detention all in the same day, un freaking believable. Her mother was going to have a field day with this one. Not to mention the horrible morning she'd already had. She forgot to set her alarm last night before falling asleep, and, since her mom had a business meeting with Sookie early that morning, she hadn't woken up until Babets morning rendition of "The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow", which she usually sang every morning to her garden gnomes. After realizing how late it was, she quickly got dressed, jotted down a little note to her mother about taking the car, and sped of in pursuit of higher education. And, boy, did she get one...Did you know going 45 in a 30 mile zone was speeding? Ateast that's what the disgruntled cop told her. All that and no coffee...could the day get any worse?
"Now," the teacher boomed forcing her from her reverie, "as I was saying, this new project will be worth forty percent of your over all grade this quarter. That could either make you or break you in this class, so I suggest you take this seriously. This being social studies, and all I find it inevitable that you'd study people and how they live. So in keeping up with Chilton high school tradition. I've decided to pair you off into mock marriages. So as to allow you the opportunity to experience marital bliss, and get a little taste of real life. Partners are permanent, so don't ask. Once you're all paired up, I'll be coming around with these two glass bowls."
Pointing towards them as he went. "In each bowl there are tiny slips of paper. This one," he said pointing towards the one on the right, "is filled with jobs, and this one," he pointed towards the one the left, "is filled with numbers, indicating how many children you will have. It will also tell you their gender and age. I'll also be handing out packets that further explain the assignment. Any questions?"
When no one raised their hand he started to call out the pairings. "Paris and Brad. Rory and ...Tristan"
And their it was, her first real heart attack... and she was so young too...could the day get worse?...Spoken to soon,
for her and Tristan were up first to pick out jobs and kids.
"After you, honey." Tristan smirked pushing Rory towards the bowl in Mr. Peppers outstretched hand...Stay at home mom.
Now, I'm not saying being a stay at home mom is a bad decision, but for a girl like Rory it came as a shock. Especially since her goal in life was to graduate from Harvard and become a news correspondent. Not a stay at home mom, and certainly not one to Tristan, even if it was just pretend.
Its not that Tristans a bad guy, aside from that whole "new girl a day" rule, his overly confident attitude, and his incessant need to annoy her, he was great. Not in the traditional, I like you, you're great, but more of an if you stay away from me at all times you're great.
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Rory made it through until lunch relatively unscathed, considering... She decided it would be better to just go hide away for lunch. As she started the long walk down the hallowed hallways towards the library, Tristan easily fell into step.
"So, Hun, when should we meet to go over our impromptu marriage?"
"About the same time we go over our impromptu divorce."
"What? Only using me for the kids?"
"Oh, of course not. I just wanted your money."
"Aw, babe you wound me," he feigned mock hurt. "But, if that's all it takes for us to finally be together..."
"Tristan, I've had a bad day, with no coffee what so ever might I add, and I might have quite possibly hit rock bottom. So if you don't mind, I'd like to be alone. They had reached the front doors of the library, and she pushed them open and walked straight back to her window seat. Tristan, obviously not easily deterred, followed closely behind.
"What happened, Ror? Does this have anything to do with your freak out this morning?"
"It might." "However, it might also be that I got married today, and my mom didn't even show" she added as an after thought.
"You know how low key we wanted the ceremony to be. It was for the best." He joked, playing along.
Smiling for what seemed like the first time that day, she turned to him only to find him with an identical look.
"What's got you so smiley?"
"Well, was it just me or do I distinctly remember hearing you babble on about a disgruntled cop?"
"Oh that," she blushed "I was apparently speeding this morning, cops don't like that too much."
"You don't say. Were you so excited about marrying me and having my children that you got pulled over?"
Reaching over she slapped his arm before saying, "Like I said before, I just wanted your money. The kids were just a perk."
Whoops. Wrong thing to say... she mentally berated her self. She turned pinker as she went over in her head what she had just said.
"Having my kids is a perk, huh?"
"You know what I mean."
He smirked at her completely flushed face before pulling her up, "Come on."
"Where to?"
"The teachers lounge, they have coffee in there."
"Thanks."
"Oh, and from rock bottom, just so you know, there's no where to go but up."