AN: I just wanted to start off by saying that, never in a million years would I have thought that I would be the cause of such chaos. I'm such a quiet person who doesn't get in people's business. And by writing one line in a story, everything blows up. I understand that people were offended and some weren't. To those that I offended, accidently, I've already apologized and I never meant for that to happen. And for those that didn't think much of the joke, I appreciated how you all tried to 'clear my name'.
Anyways, hopefully now this incident is behind us and we can continue forward. I thought I'd take the first step and post the next chapter. I also understand that I have supposedly lost a chunk of my readers, but I just hope that they'll come back and let me know how I'm doing.
Chapter 7
"Marshmallows and mustard or chocolate and ketch-up?"
"Neither."
"Come on," she whined as she rested her head on his lap in the guy's dorm, "The point of the game is to choose one of the pairs."
"I know," he laughed at her child-like behavior, "But those two pairs are just plain repulsing."
"Actually…"
"Please tell me you haven't," he said horrified of what she was going to say.
"The chocolate and ketch-up isn't half bad," she informed him sitting up.
"Oh dear God," he covered his face with his hands.
"What?" she innocently asked.
"Mary, that's disgusting," he laughed.
"Don't knock it 'till you try it," she wisely told him.
"Always the smart ass," he shook his head at her.
"Better than being a dumbass," she sang.
A knocking at the door interfered with Tristan's witty comeback. Telling Rory to wait one minute he rose off the couch and proceeded in answering the door. And as soon as he answered it, he wished he never had; he really didn't want to deal with her at the moment. Especially not now that he and Rory were good again.
"Tristan!" she squealed throwing herself on him.
"Melanie, what are you doing here?" he asked annoyed.
"I want you," she bluntly told him.
"Well I'm--"
"So sexy," she cut him off, "I really, really want you," she told him seductively.
"Well now's not a good time," he was trying to be nice, but she was now being difficult.
Getting up from her seat on the couch, Rory walked over to the couple, "It's okay Tris, we'll get together later," Rory calmly told him as she shoved the tinge of jealousy aside that was rising within her.
"No," he said a bit too quickly to Rory, "I don't want you to go." Turning to Melanie he says, "You have to go."
"But I was looking forward to spending sometime with you," Melanie pouted.
"Well I was spending time with Rory," she informed her.
"Rory?" she curiously questioned.
And then it hit him, "Yeah, listen, you should really get going," he told her hurriedly.
"So you're Rory," Melanie stated her with a smirk; completely ignoring Tristan's threatening yet pleading eyes.
"Yes…" Rory said a bit confused.
"So she's Rory?" Melanie repeated, this time to an uncomfortable Tristan, "I never pictured you as a brunette type," she stated matter-of-factly.
"Okay, it's time for you to go," Tristan told her as he was pushing her out the door.
"Has she fucked you yet?" she snidely asked.
"Excuse me?" Rory asked shocked and offended.
"Good-bye Melanie," he said, slamming the door in her face.
Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he slowly turns to face Rory's questioning eyes.
"What was that about?"
"Rory," he began, but stopped because he didn't know exactly how to explain.
She awkwardly smiled, "What was she talking about?"
"It's a lose-lose situation."
"I don't believe that," she told him trying to be reasonable.
"Listen, if I tell you what that girl was talking about, our relationship is going to take a turn for the worse," he told her as he tried to stay calm.
"But--"
"Rory please," he pleaded, "Just this once, please don't be the 'ace reporter', please."
"Why aren't you telling me?" she let out a heavy sigh.
He answered her question with a question, "Why wont you just leave it alone?"
"Because she was talking about me!"
"I don't want to fight--"
"Too late for that," she told him matter-of-factly as she crossed her arms across her chest.
"God damn it!" he ran a hand through his messy hair, "You piss me the fuck off when you act like this."
"Oh, I'm sorry," she told him with sarcasm filling her voice, "I'll just be like your ignorant 'lady friends'."
"Ignorance is bliss," he countered.
"Then you must be the happiest person alive," she said with an attitude, "Now tell me what she meant by saying if I've slept with you yet. I mean, why would I want to sleep with you?" Hearing the words leave her mouth, she instantly was bombarded with guilt, "Tristan, I--"
"You're right," he told her; hurt and angry, "Who would want to fuck me? Oh, I don't know…every single fucking girl on campus …but you, of course because you have a boyfriend – Oh wait, no you don't. And do you know why? Because he was too busying fucking some slut."
At the moment he could care less if he was hurting her because she didn't give a shit that she was hurting him.
"And furthermore," he continued, "I'm fine with going from girl to girl because I get what I want and I don't get hurt…unlike you."
She was speechless; she didn't know what to say. How could he say all of these things to her?
Silently she began to make her way slowly towards the door. Turning the knob and swinging the door open she was on her way to leaving the dorm, but Tristan's voice stopped her.
"Seeing as how you need to know everything," he began crudely, "That night your precious Matt told me to pick you up for the party, I fucked Melanie. And if I don't say so myself, I fucked her good. I pounded all that I had into her and when I came, I called out your fucking name. Your name – that's what that bitch was talking about."
In one swift move he turned around and headed to his bedroom. With his back to her he said, "Don't let the door hit you on the way out."
AN: I just wanted to give a gigantic thanks to every single one of the reviewers who helped me through this. I can honestly say that it is because of you that I am continuing to write. After getting the first couple of negative reviews and them telling me how ignorant and offensive I am and how I can't write, I had decided to stop writing. I had gone as far as to throw out my notebook that is full of ideas/stories/notes. But after receiving encouraging reviews that told me to keep my head up, I reconsidered. I'm not saying that you thought what I did was right or anything…you just accepted it and moved on. People make mistakes but if you're on of those people who don't then…congratulations…
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