Title: Leaving Normal
Author: Amira
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: T
Summary: A moment happens and before you know it your life is changed forever. You're changed. The infamous kiss shared between Rory and Tristan stirs up something more than they both could have possibly imagined. Trory.
Author's Note: I'm so sorry again for this late update. I kinda struggled with writing this chapter; the story is kind of completely diverging to what I originally had planned so I keep changing things and at the same time I keep trying to retain some other things. Result? Complete mess. But I finally found a full day to completely devote myself to working on this, and voila … chapter finito.
Reviews: R&R please! Thank you all so much for those who've reviewed so far and for your infinite patience. Hugz to you all. I'm glad that you are all liking it. Hope you enjoy this addition!
Leaving Normal
Chapter 3: Take a step forward …
Do not fear in taking a big step. You can't cross a chasm in two small jumps.
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Rory deftly swept her notes into a neat pile and stood up, causing Paris to look up at her frowning at the commotion. Rory lifted her backpack onto her chair and started shoving her belongings into her backpack.
"Where are you going? There's another hour of Study Hall left," Paris inquired, eyes narrowed.
"Um … I- I forgot I had a doctor's appointment," Rory nodded, as she continued packing away her things quickly, trying to sound convincing. God she was a crap liar. "I got a pass and everything. My mom's already waiting for me in the parking lot."
"You have a doctor's appointment," repeated Louise, her voice holding a note of disbelief in it.
"During school hours?" Madeline questioned, confused.
"Yeah I know. Funny, huh? Only time I could get an appointment for like a month. Seems like everyone gets the sniffles around exam time." She faked a cough loudly.
Madeline and Louise raised their eyebrows at her bemused, while Paris just continued to stare on in incredulity.
Rory hoisted her backpack onto her back swiftly, trying not to groan under the weight of it all. "Mmm hmm. So uh … yeah I have to …" Her voice trailed off as she pointed towards to the double doors. She quickly made her way to exit the library, scurrying after Tristan.
Paris turned to her two friends in amazement. "What just happened?"
Rory made her way down the deserted hallway speedily, trying to catch up to Tristan. He wasn't in her line of sight but he couldn't have gotten very far. She had managed to sneak out only a few seconds after him.
She turned the corner that lead towards the nearest exit to the parking lot and stopped abruptly. He wasn't here either. The hallway was completely deserted. He definitely couldn't have gotten this far. She should've caught up to him by now. He must've taken a different exit. She turned around defeated and let out a loud gasp as deep azure eyes bored into hers.
Tristan smirked down at her. "Well, well, well. What do we have here? Seems like I have my very own personal stalker."
Rory took a step back, heart racing from his sudden appearance and glared up at him in response, "Nice to see that your ego is still intact. No lasting damage from Summer?"
Tristan bit back a laugh and smirked proudly, "Nope. No lasting damage."
Rory struggled from forming an automatic smile in response just from his grin as she tried to hold her ground firm. She was here to question him. Discuss. Talk things through, but suddenly having him in front of her she was at a loss for words. Tristan just looked back at her expectantly as he waited for her to speak. For crying out loud girl, say something!
"Where are you going?" Rory blurted out. Great going Gilmore. Good to know that brain of yours is working today.
This time Tristan let out a little chuckle. "Where does it seem like I'm going?"
Rory just stared back at him, helplessly at a lost for words. Why wouldn't her brain switch into 'on' mode?
Tristan just shook his head at her amused. "Well Ms. Gilmore I'm doing what most people like to call wagging class. Skipping school per se. But let's get back to the real question, why are you suddenly showing stalker like tendencies?"
"I'm not stalking you." Rory replied defensively.
Tristan raised an eyebrow in skepticism. "Oh no? You generally skip out on Study Hall?"
Rory stared at him for a beat ignoring his question before speaking bluntly, "You're avoiding me."
Tristan repeated in monotone, "I'm avoiding you."
Rory nodded once, "Yes."
Tristan just shook his head amused. He'd have to make note of this. Stop the incessant badgering and bantering and instead of giving her what she apparently wanted she starts stalking him. That's the proper way you get Rory Gilmore's attention. … Though maybe kissing her might have had a slight play in the matter.
"Don't flatter yourself, Rory," he muttered when he noticed he was still awaiting his response. He moved to turn away.
He was going to walk away. Without them addressing anything. "We need to talk," the words blurted out from her lips. That's it. She needed a shovel. Needed to start digging that pretty little hole to bury herself in.
He wanted to laugh at how flustered she was. Instead he settled for raising an eyebrow at her, "Oh? About what?"
Why was he playing dumb? He knew exactly what she was talking about. The incredulous look displayed across her features told him precisely as much. He sighed. Better to just get it over with than drag it out any longer.
"What's there to talk about Rory? You were upset. I was upset. Stuff happened. Stuff that shouldn't have happened. Let's just move on."
Rory was taken aback, speechless. After his continued consistent perusal of her that was all she was going to get? Looking at him hard though she could tell it was costing him a lot to dismiss her so readily. She wasn't even going to let her mind dwell on how she knew that. Still she couldn't help but bite her lip hard, struggling not to show him how much he affected her.
How much he had just hurt her.
Seeing that he effectively silenced her, he moved past her and started making his way down to the double doors leading to the parking lot.
"I guess I really was nothing but a conquest to you," She uttered softly.
Hoping against hope that it would get his attention.
Hoping against hope, that it wasn't true.
Tristan stopped frozen. An unsettled feeling began to form in his gut and before he knew it he was turning back around to find Rory just standing there looking a little forlorn lost in thought. Fuck.
He stared at her a moment, before speaking softly, "You're not a conquest, Rory."
The obvious relief that flitted its way across her face made him feel sick at himself. Sick that he had ever given her that impression. Sick that at one stage it was true.
"Oh, okay. Good. That's ... good," she finished lamely, looking down at her feet, glad that she'd somehow manage to detain him but more relieved that she wasn't just some passing floozy.
"Come with me."
What?
Okay that … that she wasn't expecting. She had only wanted to talk. He didn't think ... he couldn't possibly have meant ...
Rory looked up frowning in confusion, struggling to find her voice. "What?"
Tristan sighed and held out his right hand, palm wide open for her to take.
Rory just stared at his open-stretched hand dumbly. "But we have classes."
Tristan remained silent and just raised his eyebrows in response.
"We have homework! Assignments and things. I can't skip school. I've never skipped school." Rory protested earnestly.
Tristan bent down low and whispered warm breath into her ear, "What do you think you're doing right now?"
Rory jumped back startled, partly by the truth to his words and partly to the effect his nearness was havocking on her body. She stared at Tristan wide-eyed shaking her head slightly.
"Finals." She said as if settled everything and began nodding her head vigorously as if trying to convince herself. "We have finals coming up. If there is any time not to skip school, this is it."
"If I know you Rory and I think I do, you've been prepared to take these exams at least a month ago. You think missing half a day of school is going to change all that?"
Rory decided to ignore his 'knowing her' comment for now and looked back at him hesitant, "I just … I can't."
Tristan sighed, shrugging and pulled back his hand. "You're loss."
Rory watched Tristan start making his way down the hallway again. For the second time that day she saw her only chance of hashing things out slipping away.
"Wait."
He stopped, backing facing towards her, but remained still. She took a slight step forward and let out an uneasy breath. See? Wasn't so hard was it? Shaking her head at herself, she slowly made her way to stand beside Tristan. She slipped her own tiny right hand into his left. He looked down at her startled. The scorch of delight that flew through her just from this simple touch frightened her. The depth of feeling he was capable of evoking in her was not normal, but she it was as if her body had a mind of its own. She was just a slave to its will as it easily dismissed all the pressing doubts and concerns that had been tormenting her mind.
Tristan stared at her amazed, fighting the strong urge to just pull her flush against him and kiss her passionately. The swirls of desire swimming through him, originating from their entwined hands were desperately seeking an exit point. Shaking himself out of his hazy stupor, he gently tugged at her hand, pulling her forward so that they could make their way out to the parking lot.
Their mutually agreed silence remained as they stopped in front of Tristan's black convertible. They stood still, just standing in front of the car, both reluctant to let go of the other's hand, afraid if they did whatever this was that they were feeling would just as easily dissipate.
Rory finally seeing the impracticality of the situation halfheartedly removed her hand from Tristan's warm one.
She let out a little gasp of surprise as Tristan quickly snagged her wrist with his hand. She looked up into his stormy eyes questioningly. Ignoring every single doubt and reservation since the moment they had first kissed, Tristan let his hand gently slide down her wrist, back into her hand so that their fingers were intertwined, sending pleasurable shocks up and down his spine.
Tristan pulled her close to him, giving into temptation, invading her body space, filling her nostrils with his unique scent. He bent down low, so that their foreheads were pressed against each other's. Rory sighed quietly at the sensation, her eyes never wavering from his. She suppressed the urge to moan as her eyes quickly darted from his, to witness him licking at his own full lips in attempt to control himself.
Rory tilted her head further inwards, resulting in the tips of their noses brushing against one another's. She closed her eyes, losing herself in the developing bliss. Tristan swallowed hard as he heard her shallow breathing quicken. He couldn't believe this was happening again, but he was powerless to the sensations that seemed to overcome both. A willing participant in what could only result in his own destruction.
They both inched closer. Their open lips only millimeters apart as their hot breaths intermingled with the others. Tristan couldn't stop himself as his tongue darted out of his mouth, swiping against her upper lip. Sampling her taste. Reacquainting himself with the flavor.
Rory let out a soft mewl of pleasure, raising her free hand to grasp the back of his neck, silently urging him to end their torture. His free hand tightened around her waist. The air tingled with electricity.
Kiss me.
Their lips met.
Fireworks.
A kaleidoscope of colors danced before their eyes as her soft lips moved fervently against his. Her heart began its journey into its rapid marathon state as she felt her knees begin to weaken. A slow burn started to make its way through his blood, heating his body to a rapid temperature.
And then it deepened and it was ... phenomenal.
His tongue darted out, gently easing her lips apart, as he sought desperately to discover its depths. Savor the taste he only briefly been privy to. Quench his thirst.
Rory let out a desperate moan as she ran her tongue against his, massaging it slowly before allowing them to battle against one another. How could one single thing feel so good? How would she ever get enough? Tristan tightened his grip, pulling her closer as they continued their passionate embrace, lost in the nirvana.
Realizing breathing was quickly becoming a pressing issue, they pulled apart slightly, gasping loudly, sucking in large gulps of air. Their eyes snapped open, taking in the sight of the other. Tristan fought back a smirk as he saw how red and full her lips now were. She looked nothing except thoroughly kissed. Instead he settled for a small smile, which Rory tentatively returned, sending his already rapidly beating heart, into a frenzy.
"What are we doing?" Rory whispered breathlessly.
Tristan sighed resting his forehead against hers. "No idea."
He bent down again, chastely pressing his lips against hers, enjoying the tendrils of electricity that seem to flow from them into his body before pulling back again. "Come on. Let's get out of here."
Rory nodded her acquiescence as they found the strength to pull apart from their embrace. She felt a deep loss in her gut as she yearned to find herself back in his arms. God what was happening to her? This, feeling this … it wasn't normal, in fact it was downright terrifying. But she couldn't get her mind to think straight, evaluate things calmly; it was too giddy from what had just occurred.
Tristan was having equally alarming thoughts. This power she exuded over him. The extent to which he wanted her. Not just her body, but her mind, her very soul.
He wanted to possess her.
Wanted her to possess him.
It disturbed him to no end. Shaking the thoughts from his mind, he helped her dump her bag into the backseat of the convertible before he slipped into the driver's seat, watching as she buckled herself in. Lifting her head up she half smiled at Tristan.
"So … where are we going?"
Tristan merely smirked at her, turning on the ignition. He switched the car into reverse before speeding out of the parking lot, onto the highway.
The bell sounded loudly, signaling the end of Study Hall. Paris quickly packed up her books, eager to make it to the next class, scowling as Madeline and Louise leisurely put away their own things. Why was she friends with them again? Her eyes darted around the library, tapping her foot impatiently to get them moving when suddenly something caught her eye, causing her to stop.
Tristan's lackeys were still sitting grouped together, just as lazily putting away their own work. Nothing unusual except for the fact they seemed to be sans Tristan. He had definitely come into the library with them. She had seen him sleeping when she had gone up to Mrs. Ness, to ask her a question related to the European Renaissance for the upcoming History final. But now he was no longer there. No one had left the library yet, but all his books were gone, which brought the only logical conclusion; he must've skipped out early.
Her scowled further deepened as she registered Rory's weird departure earlier.
Something was going on.
And she'd be damned if she didn't figure it out.
End Author's Note: So yay, they kissed again, something I originally planned not happening again for many chapters. But I figured I owed you some Trory action, due to the wait for this update. And I'm thinking that 'maybe' bump to M is going to become a definite. Don't forget to review. It's better than a naked Tristan DuGray ... seriously ... --Amira