Chapter Two: A Little Dose of Something

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My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me.

So won't you kill me?

So I die happy.

My heart is yours to fill or burst,

to break or bury, or wear as jewelry.

Whichever you prefer

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I was Tristan Orion Dugrey – and I always managed to get what I wanted. I could scheme, flirt, date, and fuck with the best of them – but for some idiotic reason – a reason I would never fully understand, I didn't want to scheme with Rory. I already flirted, and God knows I'd drop my pants in seconds if it was Rory Gilmore under me – but the scheming wasn't a part of my agenda.

Yet.

"You seem distant," she said, placing her hand on my elbow, and stopping me as the students filed out of the hallways – no doubt to get a quickie in before their parents came home, "Are you feeling okay?"

"I'm fine," I mumbled, shrugging, "I just need a cigarette."

"I don't understand why you just won't stop," she sighed, biting her lower lip. I inwardly groaned, and bent my knees to get better eye contact with her. I smirked, and placed my hand on her chin, tilting her face upwards.

"It's because I'm addicted," I told her with an air of carelessness. "I just can't drop it like it was nothing."

"You could," she insisted, pulling her chin from my hands, continuing down the hall, leaving me to follow after her, "It's just a filthy little stick that's killing you. You would think you were too smart to even begin smoking in the first place."

"Peer pressure."

Rory snorted, and looked over her shoulder to look at me, "Yes, because you have so many students in this school that upper-hand you, is that it?"

"Would you believe me if I said I was thirteen and drunk when I first tried it?" I asked, unlocking my '67 corvette with the key, and sliding inside, leaning over the passenger's seat, pulling the lock up for her.

She tossed her books into the backseat, and slid into her seat gracefully, closing the door before turning to look at me. I could tell she was thinking it over by the distant look in her eyes, but I smirked, slid my key into the ignition, letting the car rumble before pulling my seatbelt over my chest. "Yes," she said after a few moments, "I would believe it."

"Good," I nod, "because it's the truth."

"But what I don't believe," she continued, as if my sentence was background noise, "Is why you'd be drunk at thirteen. Isn't that a little young?"

"Not in Hartford. That was considered late."

"And what's considered early?"

"Nine."

"Holy smokes," she mumbled, clicking her seatbelt into the lock. "I hope you're on the list for liver and lung transplants."

"Come on, babe," I leered, smirking at her, "I'm a Dugrey."

"Don't you mean dumbass?"

"That too."

We laughed, and I pulled out of my unofficial driving space. I enjoyed going out of my way to give Rory Gilmore a ride home – in fact, I was expecting her to move into Hartford any day now. She'd told me her parents were planning on getting married in a few weeks. Hartford Society weddings were always a bang and a half.

And since it would be Lorelai Gilmore's wedding, I was expecting a huge bash – I mean, every jackass in Hartford knew that if you wanted a good party with more booze then one would know what to do with, that you would have to wrangle yourself an invitation to a Gilmore bash.

I watched Rory out of the corner of my eye as I took a quick right hand turn on a red light. She squeaked and gripped onto the arm rest, closing her eyes. I laughed, and was greeted with a half-hearted glare on her behalf. I smirked, staring straight ahead, giving the road my full attention.

"So – when's the shin dig?" I asked, stopping at a red light, taking an intake of air.

"What?"

"Your mom's wedding. I'm invited aren't I?"

Rory shrugged, and glanced at me, "Well, yeah. Why wouldn't you be?"

"Didn't know if bag boy would be there or not."

"Ugh," Rory cried, crossing her arms over her chest, "I told you! We broke up!"

I rose my eyebrows, and stepped on the gas pedal, letting out an unconvinced laugh, "Uh huh, and the Pope won't kick the bucket sometime soon."

"Tristan, that's horrible!"

"Hey, he's old. He's gonna die sometime soon."

"Ugh," she sighed, and I heard the 'clank' of her head greeting the glass window. "We broke up, I'm serious."

"I don't think he knows it yet." I said, strengthening the speed as we turned onto the high way.

"He broke up with me!"

"And he's a dumbass for ever letting you go."

"Can we just not talk?"

"Whatever," I snapped, gripping the steering wheel harder.

I don't understand how Rory Gilmore can crawl her way under my skin, and make me so vulnerable. It must have something to do with the fact that she was the first girl that didn't offer a quickie in an empty classroom the first time I ever talked to her. I'd all but offered, but she refused.

I took a quick glance at the expanse of creamy white skin she was showing with her skirt. I groaned inwardly, and it took all I could find in myself not to just pull over on the side of the road, and try to have my way with her. I would be lying if I said that Rory and I had a strictly platonic relationship – we'd shared innocent kisses when caught in the moment, but I was waiting for Rory to let me take it to the next level. Man, did I want it to be taken to the next level. I wanted and still want to feel her tightness pulling me deeper inside.

"Ugh," I said out loud, biting hard on my lip, and forcing myself to think of Olga, our fat, lumpy, and disgustingly foreign maid. I shook that image out of my head, and rolled my head on my shoulders, yawning. "Can I smoke?" I asked her, glancing in her direction.

"No," she snapped, still reeling from the less then happy conversation we'd just had. "I don't want to die because of your habit."

"It's my car!" I countered, scratching the back of my neck, "I need a dose of nicotine right now, Rory!"

"Stop the car then," she hissed, turning and looking at me dead on. I could feel her eyes on me, and it somewhat unnerved me. "Stop the car, and I'll walk home."

"You know I'm not going to let you walk home!"

"Well you want your stupid cancer sticks so bad – it doesn't matter what you'll let me do. Stop the car, Tristan!"

"No!" I yelled, pulling my hands off the steering wheel, and running them through my hair before slamming them back down, "Shut the hell up Rory. I'm driving you home. I do it everyday, I'll continue to do it everyday – so shut your damn mouth, and sit back in the seat because I'm not fucking stopping the car!"

"You're so stupid!"

"Right back at you!" I yelled again, narrowing my eyes at the expanse of concrete in front of me. I glanced at the clock quickly, and sighed – ten minutes until I'd pull into the Gilmore driveway.

I hated when I fought with Rory over the stupidest reasons – she was always in the right, and I was always in the wrong. I could never win with her. She was like some heavenly force that knew and had to know everything. I honestly don't know how she became so smart. She was like the female version of Einstein, and that was saying something.

I'm pretty dead fucking sure that Rory has the highest G.P.A. in the history of Chilton – I even think she knocked Paris out of the line-up for it. She had perfect A's in all of her classes – I know, because I had to console her once when she got a ninety-nine on a huge Russian Lit. exam we took earlier this month.

I sighed, and glanced at her out of the corner of my eye, allowing myself to drink her image in. She was amazingly beautiful, which was a pretty surprising thought considering there were a lot of beautiful women in the world. Yet none of them compared when Rory was in the same line up.

No wonder so many guys liked her – she was the epitome of perfection in a body.

"I'm sorry," she said softly as I pulled to a stop in her gravel driveway, "I'm just cranky. I didn't get enough sleep last night."

"It's okay," I assured her, placing my hand on her knee, and squeezing it slightly. "I was just having one of my bitch-fits."

Rory laughed, and leaned over the seat, pulling her things from the back seat. "Do you want to come inside?"

I shook my head, and tapped my hands on the steering wheel, "Nah." I told her, shivering a little at the cold seeping in front Rory's opened door, "I have a date with Laura."

Rory laughed, and nodded, "Another one of your flavors of the week?" she teased, and I smiled.

"No, the flavor of my life."

"Oh!" She squealed, climbing out, "Come inside. I have a present for her!"

I shook my head, and turned my car off, pulling the key out of the ignition and sliding it into my front pocket, "Lead the way, Mare."

She slammed her door closed, and I did the same, following her up the snowy pathway, and up the porch steps. I watched her hips sway as she lead me inside, and shivered, shoving my hands in my pockets. I wondered when I had first thought of fooling around with her, and it all to quickly hit me like a ton of bricks.

I'd always thought of being intimate with her.

"I think she'll really like it…. Tristan?"

"Hmn?"

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

I rose my eyebrows, and tilted my head to the side, taking a few steps towards her, letting her rest against her bedroom door. "Like what?"

"Like I just ate your sister or something."

"I doubt I'm looking at you like you're a Hannibal, Mary." I smirked, and pressed my hand against the door to the right of her head, "I may be looking at you like I want to devour you whole at this very second, but I doubt I was looking at you like you just ate my sister."

I placed my free hand on her sex bone, and smirked at her playfully, letting my eyes graze over her face before letting them rest on her eyes. "What's going through your mind right now?" I asked in a low voice, tracing a circle over the cloth that covered her skin. "What are you thinking?"

She bit her lip, and cast her eyes downwards, in attempt to avoid my eyes. I inwardly sighed, and pressed myself against her a little. "I'm thinking about how much you're niece will love the present I got her."

"Rory."

"Yes..?"

"Would you slap me really hard if I said I wanted to touch you right now?"

"Most likely."

"What if I did this?" I asked, before fusing my lips against hers, pressing myself against her entirely, pinning her against her own bedroom door.

I heard and felt her moan against me – and before I knew it, she was kissing me back with such intensity, I wasn't sure if I could handle it. I sighed, and sucked on her lower lip, letting my hand trace down her leg, towards her inner thigh. I cursed her skirt inside my head, as I parted her lips with my tongue, letting it trace over her teeth, before I battled my tongue with hers.

"Tristan," she sighed, her hand grasping at my hair, while her other twisted the door knob, causing us to both go stumbling into her bedroom.

I steadied myself, and her, before kicking her door closed, guiding her towards her bed, my lips trailing lusted kisses down her throat. I pushed her blazer off, letting it fall limply to the floor, before guiding Rory backwards on to her bed, only to cover her with my body.

I peeked an eye open at her clock, 3:47 – less then an hour until her mom came home, and I had to pick Laura up from daycare. I groaned, and pressed my growing erection into Rory's soft spot. Just hearing the way she gasped my name was reason enough not to care who could walk in on us.

I hurriedly un-tucked my shirt, pulling it up and off of me, tossing it to the floor. I moaned as I watched Rory slide her skirt off of her legs. I lifted my body upwards so she could kick it off. I knew it was going to happen – and I knew Rory wanted this as much as I did. So we weren't even in a relationship. I didn't care now, or would I ever and she must not of either or she wouldn't be groping me through my pants.

"Rory," I groaned, ripping her shirt open, letting her slink out of it on her own. I pushed her hand away from my erection, and adjusted myself, pressing down into her core, letting her feel what she was getting.

Quickly unbuttoning my pants, I slipped them off after kicking my shoes away. Rory still had her knee highs on, and I don't think I could find it any hotter then sleeping with her while she still had them on. I had created some twisted school girl fantasy inside my mind within seconds. I latched my lips to hers again, and slid my hands with ease around her stomach, and up her back, making to unclip her bra.

"Oh shoot," she hissed, pushing me off of her, and hurrying back into her shirt, "Did you just hear the front do—"

"Rory?"

"Oh no," I smirked as she panicked, hurrying to the foot of her bed to pull her skirt back on. "Tristan, get dressed! My father's home!" She hissed, throwing my pants at me, walking to her door and opening it slightly, "Hold on I'm getting changed!"

"Is that Tristan's car in the driveway?"

"Uh, actually, you just missed him! He walked out of the back door a few minutes ago!"

"Oh, okay."

I pulled my pants on, and buttoned them quickly, pulling my shirt over my head, somewhat thankful I'd been too lazy to unbutton it. "You need to go," she said, pulling a package from the top shelf in her closet, forcing it into my hands. "It's for Laura."

I sighed, and nodded, walking towards her window and opening it, "We'll finish this later," I said, climbing through, smirk fully intact on my face. I winked at her as soon as I was standing on her porch, and made a leisurely walk back to my car, climbing inside, and pulling my keys out of my pocket.

Oh yeah, my relationship with Rory Gilmore wasn't purely platonic.