A/N: How's everybody doing? Good? Good. So, now here I am, once again updating! Woohoo! So sorry the update could not have come sooner, but you know how summers can be!

REVIEW RESPONSES: To Michaelover101: Sorry 'bout the cliffie! As for the question… well you'll just have to read to find out, won't you? To Spicygirl: Tristin won't be a bad guy, but Logan will kinda hate him for a while. Sorry, but there won't be too much Trory action – interaction, but not action. To Mrs.Boyscout: Logan walking in would be wonderfully funny, but I don't think I'd be able to come up with words to describe his anger if he caught them doing… what they were doing… Plus, I don't think Rory thought he'd be in any shape to waltz in on them hinthint. To RogueHoney: Glad I came up with something unexpected. And sorry if I disappoint you with the suspense thing in this chapter… more will come later, I promise. To Lackinglime123: Love the name! Anyway… here's your update. To Smile1: Sorry about the shortness, but glad it was interesting. To Kavi Leighanna: Only starting? pout Nah, I'm just kidding with ya! Sorry about the short chapters, but if you ask people who read some of my other stories, you'd be very thankful for the great length of these chapters. You can definitely count on Tristin mixin' it up a bit! To Cosmopolitan and Tristin'Jess'Loganluver: Thank you! To Eternalhope08: Totally agree with ya!

All right, sorry to all whom were expecting some nice Trory action, but I'm not too hot at writing stuff like that. I'll leave it up to your imaginations.

Chapter 10:

Rory quickly got dressed. She glanced back at a sleeping Tristin and swallowed the bile that rose in her throat. She snuck quietly out of the dorm room and walked to her own, shivering in the warm night. Once safely in her room, she crawled into bed and tried to shake off the memories of Logan laughing with another girl and Tristin's hands wandering over her body.

It was nine in the morning when Rory finally woke up with a pounding headache of caffeine withdrawal and guilt. She decided on coffee first, Tristin later, much later, maybe never later. She knew he would never forgive her.

Before she even got to her wallet, the coffee was paid for.

"Tristin, you don't have to do that. Really-"

"It's all right, Ror. I want to."

"Listen, Tristin," she began as they walked away from the kiosk. "About last night, I'm so-"

"Happy. Yeah, me too."

"You are."

"Yep." He smiled. She stood… blink. Blink. Blink. His smile slowly turned into a wicked grin. "Now we can be friends without me thinking that there could be more. Something I realized this morning that you already knew."

"You mean…" he smiled again, and she threw her arms around his in a hug. "Thank you, Tristin," she whispered, her chin on his shoulder. "Thank you so much." He walked with his arm around her shoulders as they went to sit on a bench.

"So, what did he do?"

"Hmm?"

"Logan – what did he do? I mean, not any guy could have sent you to me for that." She shook her head.

"It wasn't Logan. He didn't do anything wrong. I just let myself think I'm a special case… again."

"Ace!... DuGrey."

"Hey, Logan… I've gotta go." Rory stood and began to walk away.

"Mary." She turned. "It'll stay between just you and me." He winked.

"Thanks, Tris."

She reached her destination in record time, her feet carrying her away form Logan as quickly as possible. Without even thinking she began selecting her books and settled at a table to read and study. She sat there, engrossed in her reading until someone shook her arm forcefully.

"Oh, Tristin, didn't see you there."

"Well, that's obvious."

"How'd you know where I'd be? Logan tell you?"

"Logan wouldn't tell me where you were if hi life depended on it, not after I wouldn't tell him what I was talking about when you left."

"So how'd you find me?"

"It's Sunday, so I knew you wouldn't be in class. You weren't at the newspaper. So this was the next logical guess. I asked if anyone saw where you went. Don't you find it a little sad that the librarians know you on a first name basis and even though they don't see you come in, they know exactly where you'll be based on day and time?"

"Maybe a little. So who told you?"

"Didn't ask for her name. It was a short, evil looking blonde."

"Oh you mean Nancy. She's actually really nice."

"I'm going to forget you actually admit to knowing them personally and tell you why I came. The reason… last night happened was because you saw Logan breaking into the dining hall with some blonde girl, wasn't it?"

"How – how'd you know that?" Tristin chuckled and shook his head.

"That was my cousin. She known Logan since before I was born and thinks of more like family than she does me. She came by the party last night and convinced Logan to hang out with her for the night."

"You're serious?"

"I swear." Rory smiled and hugged him once more.

"Thank you, Tristin," she sadi for the second time that day.

"Welcome. Now let me take you out to an early lunch." She glanced at her watch: 11:35.

"Sure."