Title: Right Where You Want Me
Author: carleymarie
Category: Gilmore Girls
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my thoughts and the MacBook I type them on.
Rating: T
Pairing: Tristan/Rory
Reviews: Greatly appreciated.
Summary: Relationships are complex. AU Trory.
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Chapter Four
I am always searching for a new place to study. The silent study floors in the library are too quiet and the main floor is too loud. I need my balance between too much and too little . . . of everything.
I took the elevator up to a different floor in the library that people do not use often. I stepped off of the elevator and there he was.
A mess of blonde hair sitting at a table for two.
In traditional Tristan DuGray fashion, the other chair was not empty. Across from him sat a girl. Yet again, a different girl than I had ever seen.
He glanced my way and I glanced back before shaking my head and walking straight towards an empty table.
I tried to read my textbook, but could not help but stare at the back of his head as he sat only a few feet away from me. I was wondering if this is seriously how this encounter was happening. Then again, with him, what was I suppose to expect?
After a half hour of sitting, the brunette gathered her things and left with no physical contact occurring between him and her.
I swiftly got up and sat in the chair across from him.
"Where's your date?" I asked.
"Someone jealous?" he asked me, amused.
"Never," I curtly replied.
"Are you sure because-"
"No. Why would I be jealous? What would I have to be jealous about?" I quickly
responded, cutting him off.
He chuckled.
"I cannot believe that I ever saw anything in you. You can be such a jerk sometimes," I replied angrily.
"Okay, come on. Would you rather have us study together?"
"Well seeing as we are not in any of the same classes, no, I don't want to study with you. And I don't want to do whatever your euphemism for 'study' is."
"Why would you assume that I had ulterior motives? I just want to study with my favourite girl" he said, reaching across for my hand.
I scoffed. "I am not your favourite girl. I don't even think I would crack the top twenty" I said, pulling my hand away from his.
"Now you're just exaggerating."
"I think that we just want different things. You want to be doing exactly what you're doing. I guess by now I should just expect the rotating cycle of girls," turning the conversation serious.
"I really do not know what you're talking about because there is nothing going on with that girl or any girl."
"Of course there is nothing going on. At least if you could commit to one girl, than maybe you would know."
"Is that what this is about?" he asked, reaching across to touch my hand that was gripping the hard metal arm of my chair.
I flinched my arm back and watched the confused expression on his face. He really was not following my thought process.
"You know what? I'm not sixteen anymore. You're not sixteen anymore. This is getting old," I burst out.
"What is?" he asked, utterly confused.
"Us. You and me. All of it. I just don't know what we're trying to do here. We're just too different."
"No, we're not."
"Yes, yes we are. We have nothing in common except for this, and I don't even know what this is," I said.
"So you're annoyed?"
"No, I'm not annoyed. I'm irritated which is completely different."
"Well, don't think that you're the only one feeling that way. You spend a lot of time being preoccupied with every single girl you see me with."
"Well, fine. Wouldn't want to be the only girl to question what you're doing. I must just be horrible to be around," I responded, patronizingly.
"You can be so serious sometimes."
"I'm not serious. Sometimes, and I know that this is a crazy thought, but I like to know what is going on with you and half of the female population of this school. We can only have the same conversation about a million times before it starts to get old."
"And what conversation is that exactly?"
"At the end of the day it doesn't matter to you what girl you have with you, so long as you have one. That is your bottom line, but it's not mine. And am I just suppose to accept that you just have no idea what or who you want?"
"Do you think that maybe after all this time it might be you that doesn't know what they want?"
"Are you serious? I'm the one who is always-"
"The one who always what?" he interrupted. "Has cryptic messages in everything she says, but never comes out and says exactly what she wants?"
"I know exactly what I want and if you do not know what that is, than we should not even be having this conversation."
"Rory-"
I could only shake my head repeatedly.
"I'm sorry that you're taking everything I'm saying the wrong way" he said to me.
"You're not sorry, you still think that this is some sort of game."
"I don't."
"Really? Well good job in showing that."
"Well what do you want me to do? Tell me."
"I don't want to have to tell you to do anything. I'm not your mother."
He stared at me for a moment, not saying anything back, so I continued.
"I want you to want what I want. But you don't. I know that you don't" I replied sadly, upsetting myself with the statement.
He stared at me for a moment. I wasn't sure if I was completely right or wrong, but I noticed quickly that he wasn't staring at me anymore. I turned around in my chair to see a tall, athletic brunette.
I quickly got up from my chair, took the one step needed for me to be next to him, and leaned down to whisper in his ear, "Enjoy girl five hundred and forty-seven" I said, and walked back over my table to gather my things to make a swift exit, feeling the tears coming to my eyes.
He quickly followed behind me and reached his arm out towards me before pulling back, knowing that touching me would not benefit him in this situation.
"Come on Rory, we just need to figure this out."
"Figure what out? You like girls just too much and I can't compete with that. At the end of the day, I want one guy, not one hundred and fifty," I said, not turning to look at him.
"So, that's it. We're done, then," he said to me.
"Yeah, we're done," I said back.
I took a deep breath to compose myself and looked at him one more time before nodding and turning to walk away from him. I didn't look back as I walked away, and he didn't follow me.