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I remember the first time that I laid eyes on her. It was hard not to notice her blue doe-like eyes in the mass of familiar faces. The minute I saw her I thought I had her pegged. One look and I could tell that she wasn't just an everyday Mary, but something entirely different. Innocence radiated from her eyes all the way down to her carefully crossed legs. Crossed legs telling me and every other guy that they better keep walking. But of course, I just couldn't resist myself.
"Looks like we've got ourselves a Mary."
The minute I heard him, I knew that he would be trouble. Mom had always warned me about guys like him. The rich, cocky ones that think they are entitled to whatever they want, no matter who they hurt in the process. I didn't even have to turn around to tell that he was smirking; I could hear it in his confident voice. I told myself to just focus forward and ignore him. He would eventually get bored and move on to his next victim. Too bad for me, however, was that he had no intention of forgoing his goal. I was someone, that for some reason, he just couldn't ignore.
"Tristan, seriously, I have to go now." Rory said, pushing him roughly on the chest.
Tristan smirked and leaned forward, stopping only inches away from her lips. "Oh, come on now, Mary."
Rory stepped back and gave him a teasingly sweet smile. "See you later."
Tristan stood staring after her in surprise and just as she neared the door, he shouted, "I'm getting sick of this Rory!"
Rory didn't answer him and continued until she was out of the school. She made her way to her newly acquired car courtesy of her grandparents. She had fought them tooth and nail about it, but finally gave in. Tristan, of course, was thrilled that she now had a car. That meant that he got to spend more time with her. She got in and rested her head on the steering wheel, sighing loudly. Tristan was getting sick of this, and so was she.
"What are you doing here?" Rory whispered.
Tristan, who was standing outside her window, whispered back, "I just had to see you."
"Tristan, you know that you shouldn't be here. Now leave before someone sees you."
Tristan growled in frustration and said, "Just let me in, Rory."
Rory thought for a moment and finally said, "Fine, hurry up." Tristan crawled through the open window and moved to sit on her bed. Rory closed the window and looked around suspiciously. Satisfied that no one had seen, she joined Tristan on the bed.
"What's up?" She asked.
"You know what's up, Rory. This is total bullshit." Tristan's eyes were gray with anger as he stared at her. Rory knew that this was bound to happen, she just didn't think that it would come so soon.
"Tristan, I don't know what you want me to do." Rory said in a quiet voice. They both knew that she was lying.
Tristan shook his head and said, "There is a simple solution to this Ror. If you don't do it, then I will."
"Wait, you and I both agreed that it would never have to come to that. This wasn't even supposed to happen."
Tristan snorted and said, "Gee, thanks. That makes me feel so great."
Rory crossed her arms over her chest and said, "Oh, don't act like you care."
Tristan stood and walked across the room, glaring at her. "You know that I do. Just tell him and then we can finally be together."
"How do I know that you won't get bored of me? That this whole thing just hasn't been about you getting your unattainable conquest?" Rory asked, searching his eyes.
Tristan walked over and kneeled in front of her, gently taking her face in his hand and looking into her eyes. "Rory, you know that it's not like that. It may have started that way, but this thing we have, it's real. I can't believe that you would doubt that."
"Exactly, Tristan. Just think about everything that has happened. Does this really seem like a functional relationship to you?"
Rory stared into his eyes that were a mere inch away from her face. Those clear blue eyes that always amazed her; she had never seen eyes that could change to so many different shades. Right now, they were her favorite shade: the light blue that made her feel warm and safe all over. But, they weren't always this way; they could be so mischievous and so dark. She can still remember the precise shade they were when it had happened.
"Why don't you go bother somebody else for a change, huh?" Rory asked, quickly walking to her locker and away from him.
Tristan fell right into step with her and said, "Because you and I both know that you don't want me to." He shot her a smirk that made her want to smack him. That stupid smirk that had been haunting her for the entire semester that she had been there.
Rory twirled the combination on her lock as Tristan leaned cockily against a neighboring locker. "Oh no, you've discovered my dirty little secret," she deadpanned.
"You can act like you don't, but you know we both want the same thing." Tristan whispered roughly into her ear.
Rory shuddered slightly at the goose bumps that had risen on her skin. No matter how many times she tried, she could never properly fight back when Tristan got that close to her. She slammed her locker shut and turned around, coming face to face with a pair of dark blue eyes that were full of amusement and desire. "And what is it that you seem to think that I want?"
Tristan reached forward and pulled her face roughly to his, meeting his eager lips to her still ones. He continued his motions until he felt her give in and move her own lips against his. He smiled against her lips as he felt her open her mouth to let him in, which he did gladly. After a few more seconds, Rory pulled back, breathing hard and staring at him. She did the first thing that came to her mind, which was to slap him and turn and run. Tristan wasn't willing to give up so easily, however, and he ran after her and stopped her in the courtyard.
He grabbed her arm and said, "What the hell was that for?"
"You… you kissed me!" Rory shouted.
"Um, yeah, and you kissed me back!" He said in a loud, defensive tone.
Rory turned and began walking once again. "That was a mistake." She shot Tristan a look over her shoulder and upon seeing his confused expression, added, "And it will never happen again." She picked up her pace and kept walking until she was sure that he was no longer following.
Tristan remained in the same spot, staring at the spot she had once occupied. "Oh, it'll happen again. I'll make sure of that."
So, here is the start of a new story. I hope that no one is too confused, but you are supposed to be a little unsure of what is going on. Please review and let me know what you think! It would be greatly appreciated! Thanks so much for reading :)
