AN: Thank you to everyone who took the time to review, I'm really glad that you enjoyed the first chapter. It makes me a bit nervous seeing that some of you are worried about this fic. I just wanted to assure everyone that I will be taking into consideration any and all advice that you guys give me. I have just had this idea in my head for some time now and I am just playing around with it.

Like I said before, situations from the show and situations from the series will be in this fic, but they will not be just summaries of the television show/book. When I add those things they will be blended into the fic with my own dialogue and ideas.

Hopefully this clears up any doubt that some of you may have for this fic and if it doesn't, I hope you still enjoy.

Anyways enough of my talking…read the next installment and let me know what you think!

Chapter 2

"So, you've survived you're first week of hell – wait, you did decide that it was hell right?" My mom's rant began, "I mean, of course it's hell, how can Chilton possibly be any good? Chilton sucks…school sucks…yeah! You're smart enough, you don't need school…drop out. Do what I did; get pregnant and drop out…hey, I turned out fine right?"

I barely heard anything she was saying, I couldn't stop thinking about him. I really wanted to, but I couldn't and I don't know why…and I think that's what bugs me the most. The fact that this boy has been on my mind for nearly a week now and I have no freakin' idea why…is pissing the hell out of me!

I haven't even seen him for a week... he hasn't come to school. So I don't get it – shouldn't it be 'out of sight, out of mind'? Pfft! Yeah right!

The day after he was acting all weird, I wanted to talk to him; confront him. I was going to tell him exactly what I thought. I was going to demand what the hell his problem was. Lucky for him he decided not to show up.

Through out the week I saw the members of his family and I was really tempted to ask them where their brother was. I was going to ask them if he suffered from a mental disorder. But then I realized that that would be completely out of line. Who was I to ask those kinds of questions to a bunch of people that I didn't even know?

In the end, I just decided to mind my own business, just like I have for the past seventeen years of my life.

That's the other part that pisses me off. I'm the type of person that minds her own business and the fact that this guy has drawn me into him annoys me. I could care less what people do or think and for some reason I want to know where Tristan has been for the past week and I want to know what he thinks of me…he has to be thinking something or he wouldn't have acted so strange during biology.

All I know is that if Tristan continues to act the way he acted on Monday, I will definitely not be keeping my mouth shut.

"Rory, I really hope your not thinking over what I just said, because trust me kiddo, without that piece of paper saying that you graduated, it will be really hard making a living in today's society," my mom was still going at it, "I mean I know I did it, but it was hard man, I don't want life to be that hard for you. You deserve so much better--"

"Relax mom, I'm not going to become a high school drop out," I reassured her.

"Good…but hey, if you do you can always go to beauty school just like Frenchie did," my mom pointed out.

"Oh! Can we watch Grease?" I love that movie.

"Of course," she beamed, but then added, "As long as you solemnly swear to me that you will not drop out of high school and you will continue your education at a four year university."

I raised my hand, "I solemnly swear."

"Why I think its Grease Lightening!"

I planned on walking into biology not giving a crap if he was there or not. If he were there it wouldn't bother me and if he weren't there it wouldn't bother me. So basically if Tristan was around or if he wasn't around…it wouldn't bother me.

People say I'm a terrible liar.

So as I walked into biology I pretended that if he was or wasn't there, it wouldn't bother me.

To my surprise, he was there. He looked well relaxed, but at the same time he looked nervous and also a tad bit pensive. I just wish I could know what was going on in that gorgeous head of his – but I had to pretend that I didn't care.

I held my head high and walked to my seat as if I didn't want to be bothered with whatever had to happen today in class. I took my assigned seat and threw by book bag on to the desk. After taking the necessary books that was going to be needing for the class I placed my bag on the ground beside my stool.

It took everything that I had in me not to look over to my left and see what the beautiful creature beside me was up to. Without even looking at him I could feel that he wasn't as tense as he was last week. Like I said before he seemed more at ease. I guess that I didn't stink today because he wasn't covering his nose up. But I didn't even stink last week!

My thoughts came to a halt when the boy next to me cleared his throat.

This better be good…

"Hi," he hesitated, "Um, I'm Tristan Cullen, you must be Rory Gilmore."

That's it?! That's all he has to say? This is completely unbelievable – I couldn't believe this, that's what makes this unbelievable because I can't believe it – Now I'm ranting while the gorgeous god besides me is staring at me…its almost as if he was trying to hear what I was thinking.

"Yup, that's me," I say, almost a bit too cold.

"Listen," he continues, "I also wanted to apologize for the way I acted last week--"

"Apology accepted," I snapped.

I couldn't believe that he was being so nice. He was such a weird ass last week and this week he's Dr. Jekyll. This boy is just confusing me more and more.

I tried so hard not to look at him, but I did – he looked so taken aback.

"Is everything okay?"

Oh he did not just ask me that! This boy had some nerve!

"Of course," I say, hopefully he caught the sarcasm, "Why wouldn't I be okay?"

"It just seemed--"

"Oh I'm sorry," I cut him off, "Was I being rude? I was, wasn't I?" I answer my own rhetorical question.

He doesn't say anything; he lowers his head and smirks.

"I might just disappear for a week and when I come back I'll be really nice."

I was being rude and I felt really bad, but I just couldn't help it. This boy sitting besides me is nothing like the one who was sitting besides me last week. Yeah they both look exactly the say. They both have amazing bodies, tousled blonde hair, sexy lips, pale skin – but one boy was night and the other boy was day.

"So I guess I'm not forgiven," he chuckled.

"You disappeared," I tell him, ignoring his light and easy-going mood.

That statement turned his features serious, "I had some things…some personal family things to take care of."

I nod my head, "But your family was in school."

Something flashed before his eyes; it was too quick to know exactly what it was, "I had to take care of something, so that I could take care of my family," he spoke as he tried to keep his cool.

"Mhmm," I obviously wasn't buying what he was selling me.

He clenched and unclenched his fists that were restlessly resting on the lab table, "What is your problem?"

My head turned to face him so fast, I thought I gave myself whiplash, "My problem?!"

"Yeah," he challenged me.

"You're my problem…I thought that was obvious. But the real question here, Tristan, is what is your problem?"

My eyes were on his until I heard some kid sitting at the table next to mine gasp.

"Is there a problem?" I asked as I stared at the boy sitting at the adjacent table. I think I made it obvious that I was annoyed and I wouldn't be retaining it.

"He's shocked that you're speaking to me the way you are," Tristan had leaned in close to me and whispered in my ear. I couldn't fight the shiver that ran through my body. I hoped that he didn't notice.

"Why?" I practically breathed out; his close proximity was making it hard for me to breathe or even focus.

"No one talks to me like that," his breath tickled my neck as he spoke.

"From what I've heard, no one talks to you, period."

He puts distance in between us once again by going to his side of the table, "Touché."

"Alright class, if you would all kindly turn to page two eighteen, we will begin with the first task on my agenda," the teacher said as he easily shattered out conversation.

I made sure not to look at him for the rest of the period.

It was really hard.

I stuffed my books back into my yellow book bag, zipped it up and headed for the door. I did this all without glancing once at the boy next to me – I was proud of myself.

Unfortunately, I wasn't fast enough to escape from him all together; he got me at my locker. I knew I should have just carried my stupid books to gym.

"Listen," he said as he leaned against the row of lockers that neighbored mine, "We have a few months of school left and seeing as how we're going to be seeing each other everyday and sitting next to one another, I just thought that we could be civil to one another."

"Fine," I say as I practically throw my books into my locker.

"That's not convincing me that you're at least going to try," he sighed; he was obviously frustrated. Serves him right.

I shut my locker, a bit harder than I intended to, and face him, "I don't even know you," I tell him, "So if I want to hold a grudge for the way you acted last week, I'm going to hold my grudge."

I think I was hearing things because I could swear I heard him growl, "You're right, you don't know me, and its better that you never do."

Those were the last words that he spoke to me before he turned away from me and angrily made his way down the hall.

I glared angrily at his back. How can someone that I barely even know upset me so much? He had gotten under my skin and unless I did something about it, that was where he was going to be staying.

I quickly followed after him and called his name. When he didn't stop or answer me, I reached out to grab his arm, but the way his arms were swinging as he walked I grabbed onto his hand.

The second our hands connected he stopped; it was so sudden that I nearly collided into him. But my mind wasn't on that, it was on what I felt when I touched his hand. It was so cold.

Ice, almost.

He looked down at me and saw the shock in my eyes.

He yanked his hand out of my grasp and snarls, "Don't touch me."

Tristan glared at me before he once again turned away from me and continued on his way down the hall to his next class.

I stood still.

I just couldn't move.

But the ringing of the bell knocked me out of my trance.

Gym.

I was late for gym.

AN: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I really got into writing the conversation between Tristan and Rory…I promise it will get more complex.

Hopefully this chapter proved that I will be able to put my own ideas and words into this fic.

As usual, please read and review!