Chapter 2: Feeding the Addiction

"Isn't that right Miss Gilmore?" Rory slowly opened her eyes and was shocked when she realised that she was not opening her eyes to the familiar view of the Harvard memorabilia which lined her bedroom walls but instead to a pair of legs, which she followed up to reveal the face of her History teacher. Rory quickly snapped her head from where it was currently resting on her desk and she gave her attention to her teacher.

"I'm sorry...I missed the question.." Rory started. "I could see that, Miss Gilmore. Do you find my classes so boring that sleep seems like a much better alternative?" Rory blushed in embarrassment and suddenly became very aware of the fact that the eyes of all of her classmates were now fixed on her. "No Ma'am" she stated. "Well..." Her teacher continued, "if boredom is not the answer, what do you blame for your sudden lack of energy?" Rory's shifted her eyes from her teacher for a moment, just long enough to see the cause of her problem smirking at her from the row in front of hers. She quickly cast her gaze to her desk in front of her, her eyes turning an even darker shade of red. "It won't happen again Mrs Matthews." Rory responded, avoiding having to answer the question. "I should hope not Miss Gilmore, I would think that a student such as yourself, who is already quite behind after joining us so late in the school year, would be listening extremely hard to my lectures..."

The sound of the bell which signaled the end of the day cut the teacher's lecture short, and Rory sighed in relief. Today had been the day from hell. She had fallen asleep at the kitchen table this morning while she had been waiting for her Pop Tart to cook and by the time she had woken up she only had enough time to put on her shoes and grab her bag before she had to run out the door. She didn't have time to stop and Luke's for coffee and her bus was pulling away from the bus stop when she got there, which meant she had to chase the bus halfway down the street before the driver finally stopped to let her on. She was so tired that she messed up an experiment during Chemistry class and was lucky when her teacher allowed her to start again, she had only just finished the experiment before class ended and now had to add writing the procedure for the experiment to the mountain of homework she already needed to complete this weekend. The only cup of coffee that she had had all day was a cup of crappy coffee from the cafeteria, and Paris was in an even worse mood than usual today, a feat which Rory did not think was possible.

Rory was shaken from her thoughts when she realised that she was the only person left in the classroom. She picked up her books and made her way down the quickly emptying halls and to her locker. She spun the combination and as she almost had the door open an arm appeared from behind her head and slammed her locker door closed. Noticing how eerily quiet the hallway had become Rory started to panic until she heard a husky voice whisper into her ear, "Have a nice nap Mary?" Rory spun around and was met with Tristan Dugrey's rock solid chest.

"You need to wear a bell or something," she huffed in annoyance. Before she could turn back to her locker Tristan walked towards her until her back hit the cool metal of the lockers behind her..she was trapped. "You know Mary if you were up all night just thinking of me, just think how tired you will be when we actually sleep together."

Rory stiffened, there was no way he could actually know about her dreams..right? After a moment she composed herself and let out a snort. "You say that like you actually have a chance with me Tristan," as he opened his mouth to retort she continued, "Don't you have anywhere better to be on a Friday afternoon?" "Why would I want to be anywhere else when I could be here talking to you. Mary?" Rory sighed. "Well, as fun as this is..."she began sarcastically, using her hand to indicate the lack of space between the two of them, "...I am actually looking forward to my time away from this hell hole, and I plan to begin that time right now. So if you will excuse me..." "What about tomorrow?" Tristan interrupted, still trapping Rory against the lockers. Rory sighed. "What are you talking about?" A smirk appeared across Tristan's face. "You didn't forget did you Mary? Paris called a meeting tomorrow morning for our Environmental Science Project."

Tristan watched as realisation dawned across Rory's face and she closed her eyes and let her head thump against the lockers behind her, releasing a groan as she did so. "Well, I guess you did." Tristan said with amusement evident in his voice. Rory frowned. "Cheer up Mary, just think you get to see me tomorrow." "Your such an ass" "That may be true, but that doesn't make you want me any less." Tristan stated cockily. "Just think Mary, tomorrow we're going to be outside for our project...I'm going to be all sweaty..." Tristan pushed his body against Rory's "...and dirty..." Tristan bent his head down to whisper in Rory's ear, his hot breath tickling her neck, "do you like getting dirty Mary?" Rory closed her eyes, as real as her dreams seemed she was now experiencing all the aspects of being with Tristan Dugrey that she could only experience in reality. The way his body felt pressed up against her own, the heat of his breath on her skin, the way he smelled...

Before she knew what she was doing Rory had grabbed the back of Tristan's head and roughly pushed his lips against his own before slipping her tongue into his mouth. It took Tristan a second to respond but as soon as he did the kiss grew in intensity, he pushed his body against Rory's even more and slipped his tongue into Rory's mouth. The two soon began struggling for control, until they pulled apart only because breathing became an issue. The two stood staring at each other, the sound of their heavy panting was the only sound that could be heard. Tristan stood their shocked, Rory took the opportunity to slip passed him and grab her bag from her locker. "I'll see you tomorrow Tristan."

As she walked down the hall Rory was shocked at how she had just acted. She had no idea what had come over her...wait a minute, yes she did. Tristan Dugrey was like a drug. A drug which she was addicted to and was starting to affect her life. As far as Rory could see there was only one option to stop this...she needed to feed her addiction. Tomorrow sure was going to be interesting. With a smirk of her own plastered on her face Rory pushed open the school doors and began her walked to the bus stop, leaving an extremely shocked Tristan in her wake.

AN: The next chapter, will get a bit more..um..physical lol.. I think this story will get a bit smutty

If anybody has any suggestions about what they would like to see in the story let me know, i'm all ears )