A/N: Hello! I actually wrote this fairly quickly, but I had to delay posting it, because I wasn't sure about the part in the end. Thank you for everyone who reviewed and please remember to do so now too (especially now, read A/N at the bottom)!Enjoy!

"You think he'll show up?" Rory asked, fiddling with her hair.

"I don't know, love." Finn said.

"But he must. Today is tuesday! He was supposed to be here yesterday!" Rory was extremely frustrated by now. Yelling at Finn seemed to relieve her anger.

"Don't bloody take it out on me! Hangover from hell, remember?" Finn stepped backwards.

Rory sighed. "I just don't know what to do! It's all his fault anyway!"

"Doll, let me give you some advice. Tristan is complex. While he may have hurt you, trust me; He's the

one suffering. Just let him know that it's okay. That whatever happens, you're not going to leave him."

"Wow. That was deep." Rory said, surprised.

"Well don't flatter yourself, darling. Tequila has a way of doing that." Finn said lazily and grinned at her.

Rory grinned at him and left him by his locker. There was something exciting about Finn; So different, yet so similar. It felt like everyone in this school was wearing a mask. Tristan seemed to be a victim of the pretentiousness. So sweet on the inside, cold on the outside. She sighed. Tristan seemed to be a puzzle with a missing piece. She desperately wanted to be that piece but didn't know how.

She sat through english literature, physics, math and history, without seeing a glimpse of him. The only possible explanation was that he was skipping like yesterday. Tristan wasn't returning her calls either. She didn't know whether to be angry or worried anymore. All her feelings were mixed together and everything was hazy. She'd need to think this over tonight. Right now, she should focus on everything she wasn't learning at school.

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She arrived home at 5 pm. Her mom was on the couch watching tv.

"Hey, hon. How was school?" Lorelai asked, not taking her eyes off the tv.

Rory thought about it before answering.

"It was nice." That was all she could muster up.

"And how is Tristan?" Lorelai asked, even though she could tell from her daughter's tone, what the answer would be.

"I wouldn't know." Rory said simply and walked into her room.

She had to do something. This had gone on for too long. If he wanted to break-up, then he might as well do it face to face. He had no right to do this to her, no matter what he was going through. Anger seemed to rise inside her, until it was impossible to hold it back anymore. She got up and walked to the living room. She grabbed Lorelai's car keys, despite Lorelai calling out her name.

She stopped when she reached the front door.

"Mom, I'm borrowing your car!" Rory yelled before slamming the door shut.

Lorelai was left sitting at the couch, looking at the door.

"Well, at least she let me know before."

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It took a while to find the dugrey mansion, because the last and only time she'd been there, Tristan had been driving and it had been fairly dark. Finally she caved in and asked Finn for directions. Not an easy task considering that Finn's first answer had been, that it is located in "Farthord". Rory kept yammering on until Finn gave her an answer that, at the very least, was in english. She finally found the mansion, but it looked even more intimidating in daylight.

She kept walking to the door and back to the car at least a dozen times before she heard someone cough.

She turned so that she was facing the door, and who else, but Tristan Dugrey. He was smoking, a habit that she detested and loved all the same. It was a part of him, after all.

"Care to explain?" Tristan asked, his tone playful.

Rory couldn't believe the nerve of him. She'd been filled with anger and worry and here he was, chain-smoking himself to death. And how could he just try to brush it all off? Everything he said to her? Everything she witnessed during that night? Didn't it mean anything to him?

He was still smiling at her, annoying her to no end. She walked up to him and kicked him into the shins. She didn't know what had possessed her to do it, but she felt very proud of herself.

He groaned in agony. "What the hell!"

"Oh, you've had that coming for the past few days!" Rory yelled back.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Tristan asked glaring at her.

This upset her even more. "What is my problem? The question is, what's your fucking problem? The answer is, I don't know, because you never care enough to tell me!" Rory had all of a sudden found a backbone. She'd pull through, with or without him. She'd never cursed before like that, but it felt so natural right now.

"You want to know what my problem is, huh? My problem is that I care too much to tell you! You don't want to know about the catastrophe called my life." Tristan yelled.

"Why couldn't you just say that?" Rory asked quietly. She was starting to feel stupid for yelling like that without knowing the facts.

Tristan sighed. "Because you were already freaking out about meeting my parents. I just thought that they wouldn't pull shit like that in front of you. I was only trying to protect you. I don't want to talk about my life, because I deal with it enough as it is."

Rory felt slightly better. She walked up to him and pulled his head to her. She slowly sucked his bottom lip, causing hungry moans to escape from his mouth.

And then she slapped him.

"Don't ever scare me like that again. And I just want you to know, if this ever happens again, I'm not going to come running to you like now." She said. It was the truth.

"Trust me, Mar. Never again." Tristan winked at her and pushed her against the wall of the house.

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"I wish you'd stop referring to me as Mary." Rory said impatiently, the next day at school.

Tristan only shook his head. Rory would probably never understand the true meaning behind the pet name.

"But you're my Mary." Tristan stated nonchalantly.

"My Mary? Possessive, much?" Rory smiled slightly at the absurdity of it all.

"I don't share my belongings." He shrugged.

"So you think of me as an inanimate object?" She couldn't believe what she was hearing.

Tristan sighed. It was hard to explain himself, or to be more exact, who he used to be.

"Mary is a prize. A challenge." He muttered quietly and looked down at his feet. Rory was amazed. She'd never seen Tristan look ashamed or embarrassed of himself. The obnoxiously confident boy was all of a sudden very self-conscious.

"Prize? Challenge? Could you be less specific?" Rory snapped, because she could guess where this was going. She softened her eyes when she noticed how struck down he seemed.

"Mary is a girl who is pure. A kind of an angel that hasn't been tainted. And my job is to ruin all that and dump her afterwards." Tristan said looking up for the first time.

Rory backed away. The tears welled in her eyes. So she was just some sick game to him and his friends. To see if she'd put out? She couldn't take it and started walking down the hallway.

"Rory wait! Let me explain!" Tristan yelled and tried to keep up with her.

"So now I'm Rory. Ruined me already, huh?" Rory said viciously and picked up her pace. People were starting to look at them. After all, they'd seemed like the perfect couple.

Tristan grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her against a locker.

"No! That's what I was trying to say! You can't be ruined! You're perfect and I noticed it the first time you smiled at me. You changed me." Tristan sighed, pleading with her.

"Let go of me." Rory said quietly.

The moment Tristan let go, Rory pulled him by his shirt back to her. She brought her hands to his head and they locked lips. The kiss held all emotions they'd went through together. Passion, anger, sadness and love.

"You're an asshole, you know that right?" Rory asked playfully and smiled at him.

"So I've been told." He didn't smirk this time. He returned the smile.

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Rory and Tristan walked into the dining hall, where cheers and whistles erupted everywhere. Apparently everyone had heard about their heated fight and more importantly the heated make-out session. Rory blushed while Tristan bowed to his audience.

They went to get their food when all of a sudden, someone started yelling.

"I HAVE HAD IT!"

All heads turned to the back of the hall. It was Finn next to a very embarrassed Paris.

"Finn, shut up!" Paris yelled and tried to punch him. Finn ducked and jumped on one of the tables.

"I can't! I need to do this!" Finn yelled, looking like a crazy person standing on that table.

"For christ's sakes, Finn, Are you drunk?" Paris asked her cheeks red.

Finn stayed quiet for a long time, his eyes glazing as if he was pondering something important.

"Maybe. But that has nothing to do with anything!" Finn yelled in his drunken stupor. All other students started laughing uncontrollably at the sight in front of them.

"Could you just come down?" Paris almost managed to plead with him.

"I can't! Paris Geller, I bloody love you!" Finn yelled.

Even more laughter erupted. Even the teachers looked amused, so amused that they didn't want to end the scene quite yet.

Paris said nothing, but put her head in her hands.

Finn looked quite depressed when Paris wouldn't say anything.

"Paris? Could you please just say something so I wouldn't have to stand here like a bloody moron."

Paris looked up at him, tears glistening in her eyes. Then she smiled at him.

Finn smiled back and held out his hand for her. Paris took it and before her feet even hit the surface of the table, Finn had pulled her head to his. They stayed locked in embrace for a long time, before stopping.

Finn looked like he'd been hit in the head with a blunt object and Paris looked like she was about to make it happen.

"She loves me!" Finn yelled and started dancing on the table. People clapped and laughed at him, while Paris looked like she was ready to die from embarrassment.

"C'mon, you idiot, we have talks ahead of us." Paris said seriously and started dragging Finn away. Finn didn't seem to notice, though. He only seemed to have eyes for her.

"Yes, "Talks". I know exactly what you mean, doll." Finn said dreamily and wiggled his eyebrows. Paris muttered something angrily before they left the hall completely.

All the students took their seats and started talking about what they'd just seen. The only ones left standing were Tristan and Rory. They looked at each other and smiled.

"We don't seem so fucked up anymore." Tristan said with a glint in his eyes.

"Yep. They sure know how to put things into perspective." Rory grinned.

No one in the hall seemed to pay any attention to them, when Tristan kissed her passionately. At that moment though, they wouldn't have cared if anyone would've been looking at them. Then and from then on, no one else mattered.

A/N: Okay, I don't know what to do now. I want to end this soon. Maybe here, actually. If you want an epilogue then REVIEW. I'm thinking of writing a sequel of them in Yale. Please review and tell me what you think!