AN: So Sorry for the delay. I had issues with starting this… But here it is.
Chapter Tres - Weird Dream Vision Thing
Rory was sitting in class trying to concentrate but found she could barely sit still. Every time she leaned back she felt Jess touching her. Every time she listened to the teacher she heard Jess speaking with that damn grin on his face.
Someone tapped her on the arm and she nearly fell out of his chair until she realized it was a pissed off Paris.
She threw a crumbled piece of paper which his Rory surprisingly hard in the chest. She had tried to catch it but you know how well those Gilmore's can catch. She opened the piece of white lined school paper and read:
I was late today. It is your fault. I hate you. What did James Dean have to say to you?
Rory wrote down something along the lines of "nothing" and tossed it over to Paris.
As she turned she noticed someone was missing from class.
Tristan.
Where is Tristan?
She scrunched up her eye brows and raised her hand.
She needs to go for a little walk. A nice walk will make her feel. Better.
Sitting in his own class, Jess was trying to remember everything from his… dream?
Was it a dream?
Was he going insane?
Was it the drugs?
Bad trip?
Or was it something completely different?
He couldn't help but think something worse was going on. He felt it down to his bones.
The weird thing was he didn't remember everything from his dream… vision… weird event… fuck.
He needed a cigarette or something.
His fingers itches to either hold a slim cancer stick or maybe Rory.
Yeah, the idea that he wants Rory is really boggling to him. It's unnatural and completely out of left field. And deep down he truly doesn't care because he just wants to look into her blue eyes and –
He's getting off track so he automatically switches mind sets from dirty things with Rory to what exactly happened in his weird dream vision thing.
It's cloudy with hints of slight memories.
He remembers Rory comforting him after he saw something bad, but he can't remember what it was but he remembers her face softening and her eyes mist over with feeling.
He recalls the most perverse game of spin the bottle ever.
This brought to mind making out with Rory in several different places.
Then as if lightening struck the clouds lifted, if only slightly.
He remembers seeing Rory and the Giant.
Making fun of Dean, also pops into his mind.
He remembers Dean fawning over Rory. He also recalls the odd tension in his chest when he saw the look he was shooting her.
He remembers instigating a fight with Dean which ended up with them finding the first body.
Francie. The Red head. The natural redhead.
Any normal person would be out trying to find that red head but Jess found himself not caring. All he wants is to keep Rory safe. This is not going to end with her getting stabbed and it is especially not going to end with her dying.
Dying. Death. Dead.
The thought clenches his heart and pitches his insides.
He feels flush suddenly as his eyes tear up. He needs to get the hell out of that room.
He grabs the bathroom pass, gets a dirty look for the teacher, and basically runs down the hallway.
He's going so fast he almost doesn't stop when he sees Rory and Dean down the end of a random hallway.
He doesn't remember going toward them at all until he's standing next to Rory.
She looks at him with wide eyes.
She wants to run away.
These feelings she's having with him just looking at her are to extreme.
They are too intense for her right now.
But, can't she use him for something better? He has just rudely interrupted her conversation with this new tall somewhat slow student who is practically begging to hang out with her that night.
She gets an idea and says it before she can stop herself, "Dean, I'm sorry I already have plans with Jess here"
She motions to Jess and lets her eyes dart all around the hallway, to look at anything but Dean and Jess.
Jess smiles a little and plays along.
"Yeah, she's busy. So don't you have a beanstalk to be getting to?"
Dean looks angry and before Jess can work out what is going to happen next Rory grabs his forearm and pulls him down the hallway with her.
"So sorry Dean, maybe I'll talk to you some other time" She says with an extremely sweet voice but meanwhile her body is tense and she's speed walking away with Jess in tow.
Once they are safely away she breathes out a quick "Thanks for that".
"No problem" Jess says legitimating happy that she isn't glaring at him.
"So what's up with you?" Rory asks letting her curiosity get the best of her.
"Nothing" He mumbles as if mechanically.
"Jess, what's going on? You're freaking me out" She insists still pulling him down the hall.
He wants to tell her.
He wants to share what's happening.
But, her hand is on his arm and he simply can't think straight. The heat from her circulating blood is leaking from her skin to his. It's so strong he thinks he can visually see the warmth jumping from her finger tips onto his skin seeping into his blood forcing his heart to speed and his skin to go flush.
She drops her hand noticing the way he is staring at it.
Jess never seemed one for personal space but she doesn't want to upset him further.
"Are you scared?" He asks feeling a chill on the place where she
"Of what?" She nearly whispers back suddenly recalling pull she felt in her stomach when Jess had kissed her earlier.
"Touching me" He says the phrase like it was simple but his muscles are tense and he feels his intestines tying itself in knots. This girl makes him so nervous. He can feel his heart beating in his head.
"What" Rory breaths out as she feels an unknown force pulling her closer to his eyes.
They are so dark.
His pupils are wide and there's something different in there.
He looks so genuine.
So warm.
She wants him to warm her.
He watching her face move ever so slowly closer to him and he can't ignore the feeling of excitement stemming in his toes and ending at the end of his overly gelled hair.
She finally rises onto her toes and leans her lips onto his. It's slow and ever so innocent.
Jess can't control his hands which are reaching around her waist clamping onto the top of her hips.
He's brushing his finger tips around her sides trying to feel more of her warmth without basically mauling her.
He wants to kiss her so much harder.
He wants to show his feelings.
He wants her to remember the passion they had had… before… in his… dream?
He abruptly stopped kissing her leaving her pale face in front of his.
Her eyes shut delicately.
Her hands noticeable sweating.
Her lips still slightly puckered and red from their invasion on his.
"What are you doing out of class?" He asks suddenly overly concerned with her safety.
She stutters for a few seconds until they are interrupted by a familiar voice.
"Yah, Mary. Why aren't you in class? I was going to ask to copy your notes." Tristan says appearing from around the corner.
"Well then maybe you should have gone to class yourself" She tells him feeling reality set in.
"Are you skipping with him Mary?" Tristan asks suddenly stepping extremely close to Rory. Jess's fists tighten but he has a odd memory of Tristan and him getting along. As soon he remembers the memory is gone.
He is stuck trying to depict fact from fiction as he watched the blond leer downward at HIS blue eyed dream girl.
He's watching Rory and Tristan banter back and forth and suddenly feels horrible.
He looks at Tristan's better clothes and imagines how much cash he has in his pockets.
He recalls seeing the kinds of cars his drives.
He then analyzes himself in less than a second. He's basically poor. He doesn't truly own anything other than some of his clothes and his trashy car. He fucks shabby girls. He doesn't care about anyone but himself.
The thought that he's not good enough is slicing through his mind.
He doesn't know he's walking away until he's already moving down the hall. He doesn't stop even when he hears Rory's yelling after him to stop. He keeps going until he is around the corner.
He stops when he feels his heart beat going faster. His sweat feels cold, and his eyes aren't focusing. He catches blackness stretching around him swallowing him whole.
He wishes to wake up. He wants to wake up and have everything go back to normal. He wants to get up, get high, maybe come to school or go to work, get high, fuck whatever girl, get high, get high and maybe sleep or just get high.
Instead he feels a tightness in his heart and his stomach is turning around and around in circles. His head is pulsing and each beat is harder and more horrible.
He feels like he's at the cliff of an abyss and his body is being pulled forward by some unknown magnetic force.
Right before he falls down into the darkness he feels something wrap around his middle and pull him back into the light.
He realizes he's still in an empty hallway and his breathing extremely deep. As his eyes refocus on the world around him he notices something very interesting.
He is sitting on the floor with his legs out in front of him and Rory is sitting across his lap with worried eyes.
Her hands are tapping his cheeks and her eyes are glassy.
"Rory?" He asks feeling slight pain from a raspy throat.
Her eyes fly to his and she looks better now.
"What happened?" Jess asks with a deep harsh voice.
"I think you were having a panic attack." She says still perched on his lap with her hands still holding his face. Its so intimate he almost forgets he has the ability to talk.
"Panic attack?" He asks feeling his heart beat return to normal. "I feel fine" he says as his lets his hands slowly come up to her sides to hold her in place.
She tenses and removes her hands from his face when she feels him touch her sides. It takes her a full 5 seconds of silence to realize how close she was to him.
She panic's and starts to talk a mile a minute.
"Well you walked away and I followed you but when I finally caught up to you were on the floor barely breathing. I figured you were freaking out because sometimes I do that when I freak out. But it usually helps to calm down so I was trying to calm you down. Calming people down isn't something I'm usually good at but I thought hey why not! Did it work? Are you alright? Why'd you walk away?"
She was going to keep talking but Jess is actually laughing at her. His face was getting more color back now and he was hardcore chuckling in her face.
She felt anger shoot through her and she tried to wrestle away from his grip on her sides. He's holding her tight though and isn't showing signs of letting her go.
"Rory stop" He chuckles out as she struggles to get off of him.
"Then stop laughing at me" She says matter of factly.
"I wasn't laughing at you." He answers quickly.
"Then what would you say you were just doing?" She asks finally settling down and not moving.
"Laughing with you." He smiles as big as he can manage.
"Stop smiling like that at me, liar" She says as mean as she can manage but unfortunately she isn't mad at him at all. She busy focusing on the fact that he is holding her very close while she basically straddles him in the middle of the hallway.
"How should I smile at you?" He asks now sounding suddenly serious.
She feels butterflies shoot through her body and her cheeks flame up. She shuts her eyes and tries to focus. Normally focusing is something comes naturally to her but with Jess running laps around her mind… she just completely falls apart.
"Jess, what the hell is going on?" She needs to know.
Jess looks into her eyes and finds he can't say his usual 'nothing'. He feels like a chump, and for once he is okay with it.
That is because he's a chump who happens to have the one girl he ever felt more than a sexual attraction to on top of him.
He was going to answer until they heard a very girly scream echo down the halls.
Without thinking they both are on their feet and running toward where they heard it with their hands clutching to one another.
They follow where they heard the sound and stop when they find Dean sitting on the floor breathing hard staring at something.
Rory and Jess both look at what he is staring it.
Francie hanging in a locker. The bruises still there. The blood clumping around her hair.
Jess feels Rory's grip loosen and then let go f his hand. He turns just in time to catch her from fainting.
He looks at Rory's pale face and then at Francie's.
Fuck. He feels the memory of a very familiar act occurring and realizes what he had was most definably not a dream.
The End …. For now.
REVIEWERS UNITE – I'm sorry children for the delay. I love you still – I hope you can love me again haha.
Allycat86 – Lucky girl. You reviewed and it got updating like days later. Glad you hear from you.
Miss-Jedi – Your wish is my command. Only Jess remembers (right now) but the storyline will change. You can't trust anymore basically. I fucking love Star Wars btw.
Gilmoregirl9 – YAY
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Michela.77 – Glad your all caught up and on the band wagon!
Bligy – Glad you are amused… it is the point of the story after all. It a guilty pleasure for some but beware that you are not alone. Writing this is… freeing to say the least.
Gnrkrystle – haha They will react a lot in this story… it is a romance too and I know we all could use more Lit in our lives… even if its in the form of a weird ass story.
Darkemberdagger – Glad to have you on board! I'm unsure about including more of the adults but I just might because I am basically all about multi-tasking and what better than to include more characters haha.
Nk-number1actress – Youre awesome.
CurleyQ- Well its time to wait again haha…
Xunspokendisasterx – Don't you get picky missy! Theres PLENTY of lit action in A Different Rory haha… This story will have a lot of interaction and some action but no matter how much I want to… I wont have jess fucking for no good reason… they might do something… they might not… lets see.
Litfan1824 – hahaha YAY! Glad you like this… I was so unsure at how people will take it buuut it seem positive.
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Justhidden – Oh Paris is right. Glad you like this. The way this one will go will make you happy… I think it will anyway. Some people may not like it but I have feeling you will.
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Charlilee – hahaha im glad people let me confuse them… it's like a requirement! It's like watching fucking Lost haha.
Nemo – haha thanks and we'll see about Tristan.
Shanta – BAM! Theres something! I miss my stalker 3
Bailey – Sorry for killing you and possible everyone in the story… but you know how strange I am haha.
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Literati and naley forever – haha in this story it will focus more of Jess liking her but the other boys will have crushes and such because I looooove having them fight.
Just a girl of the hallow – im so happy your willing to be confused haha. I'm trying to tie it together more now though. What do ya think?
