Chapter 10

AN: Thank you all for your positive reviews…they made all so HAPPY!! So hopefully you all enjoy this next installment…you might even see the "old Tristan" come out from hiding…lol. Enjoy!

"Oh Rory," Paris sadly shook her head at her friend. People sometimes did stupid things, and what Rory did was most definitely stupid.

"I know, Paris, I know," Rory held her head in her hands, "it's just that that stupid idiot was on my mind for some ridiculous reason--"

"He always was at the wrong place at the wrong time," Paris quickly stuck in.

"Paris, now is not the time for jokes…you should have seen Logan's face," Rory told her with sadness in her eyes.

"I don't want to sound like a bitch," Paris began, "because I'm not…but I feel that in a way it serves Huntzberger right."

"I just feel so weird…it was an awkward situation and the things he was saying to me didn't make the matter any better."

FLASHBACK

"Mm, Tristan," she sighed.

Logan froze above her.

She must have felt him stiffen because she slowly and carefully allowed her eyes to drift open, and when she did she was met with a pair of brown ones that were filled with confusion, anger, and most of all…hurt.

"Logan…I--"Rory hesitantly began to explain, but she knew that there was no use in trying. The damage was done.

"Don't bother," he told her straight out as he slipped out of her and removed himself from the bed. He didn't even bother to look at her.

As her body was exposed to the cold air, she quickly covered herself up with the sheet that was tousled beside her body.

"It didn't mean anything--" It sounded so stupid as soon as it left her mouth.

"You and I both know that that's bullshit," he angrily told her as he zipped up his jeans.

"Logan--"

"You were thinking of him," he spat the last word, "while you were fucking me," he yelled at her in an incredulous tone.

"Logan, I don't know what to say," she said to him as she looked up at him with her big eyes.

He laughed at the humorless situation, "You don't have to say anything, you just have to have the decency to remember who your sleeping with. I mean I know your just starting off, but by now you should be capable enough to remember a simple name," he practically bit her head off.

"I never knew you were sensitive," she mocked him as she got out of bed and put her clothes on in a hurry. She wasn't even the least bit offended that he had basically called her a whore.

"Me sensitive?" he laughed.

"I mean," she continued as she pulled her shirt over her head, "If I knew that you wouldn't be able to handle the 'no-strings' thing, I would have never suggested it…"

"You're funny, Gilmore," he told her, "But I think its time for your next appointment so make sure you wash up before you start pleasing the next guy on your list."

Rory remained silent because she didn't want to say anything that she would later regret.

"But I don't think you'll be doing anything with Tristan," Logan said with a smirk, "Because he has a girlfriend and you wouldn't want to be the other woman…again."

That was a low blow, even for Logan.

"I can't believe you actually took it that far," she shook her head at him, "And I can't understand why you would even mention Tristan in the first place. I was actually feeling bad, but after my realization--"

He had the nerve to cut her off, "What did you just realize?"

Rory smiled as she grabbed her purse and made her way to the front door.

"What did you just realize?" Logan repeated with a hint of curiosity and nervousness mixed into his voice.

"I realized that I truly was wasting my time with you," she told him with a satisfied smiled.

"Aw, Ace, are you trying to hurt my feelings?" He said feigning hurt.

Rory continued to smile, "You're threatened by Tristan."

With that simple statement, Logan's face fell.

"I want Tristan; you realized that piece of information before me and that scared you," there was no stopping her now, "you can't stand the thought of Tristan having me--"

"You really are naïve," he chuckled, "Why would he want you when he has Sam? Think about it. If he 'wanted you', as you would say, he would have left Sam by now, but as I recall, he's still fucking her, not you."

"Not for long."

END FLASHBACK

"Are you serious?!" Paris shrieked.

Rory slowly nodded.

"Rory!"

"What?" she innocently smiled a shy smile as she tried to hide it behind her big coffee cup.

"You basically told Logan thanks for the quickie, but I'm upgrading," Paris flared her arms in shock.

"I did not," she told her friend with a wave of her hand.

"You're trading the Corolla in for a Lexus."

"It is not that big of a difference between the two of them; Logan's at least a Mercedes and Tristan is a Ferrari--"

"That's not that big of a difference at all," Paris sarcastically said with a roll of her eyes.

"When did we start comparing guys to cars?"

"I don't know - But back to the story, so what are you gonna do with your newly acquired knowledge?" Paris asked referring to Rory realizing that she likes Tristan.

"I don't know," she shrugged. "I guess I'm just gonna let time take its course and see where that takes me, and as for Logan, I'm sure it won't be the last time I talk to him."

"Sam? You home?" Tristan tentatively asked as he slowly pushed open the door to her dorm room; he hadn't spoken to her since they had there encounter with Emily.

"Sam? don't you mean Rory?" she came emerging from her room.

He had to resist rolling his eyes, "Last time I checked this was your dorm room and besides, that lady is crazy, she didn't know what she was talking about," he tried to reason.

"You went on a date with her!"

"Come on," he couldn't help it, he had to roll his eyes, "I hardly call what I went to 'a date'. I was in a room with Emily, my mother, Ms. Gilmore--"

"I think you're forgetting someone," she interrupted him with an attitude.

"Well you cut me off," he replied, matching her attitude, "What does it matter if Rory was there?"

"Of course it matters, Tristan, you have a thing for her!"

"I do not--"

"Yes you do!" Sam cried out.

"Are you that insecure?"

"I'm not insecure, you're just stupid; you don't even notice that you don't want me anymore, you want Rory," she told him with sad eyes, but a speck of anger was seen in them.

Tristan remained silent.

"I'm right, Tristan, and you know it."

"You're wrong," he told her, trying to convince her, but mostly himself.

"You can actually stand here, in front of me, and tell me you have no feelings towards that girl?" Sam challenged him; in the last few seconds she had acquired courage and strength to talk back to Tristan.

He avoided the question, "I used to."

"What?" he definitely knew how to confuse a girl.

"I used to have feelings for her," he clarified, "Back in high school."

"And now you don't," she told him in a tone that clearly said that she didn't believe him.

"Listen," he sighed, "Me and Rory, we have a history, and our history is complicated--"

"I really don't want to go down memory lane with you," Sam cut him off with a snidely way.

"Good for you, but if you really want to make this thing between us work, I suggest you listen to what I have to say because if I have to go through this bullshit one more time, I don't know if I'll be able to keep my cool," he warned her.

Sam remaining silent allowed Tristan to continue, "Rory hated me, but she was always there if I needed to talk, for some reason she was the only person I could trust to talk to; she always knew what to say. I guess it helped that when I told her something from my life, she would always tell me something from hers.

"We were from two different worlds. I was from the one where if you had money you had power, but Rory…her and her mom ran away from that world, so to them having money meant having problems," he told her, "they enjoyed the simple life--"

"I'm still not seeing the bigger picture," Sam told him impatiently.

Tristan wasn't going to have this anymore; she was frustrating him, "Here I am trying to explain something to you so that maybe you can stop being so fucking jealous, but I realize that it's a waste of time because you're a lost cause…you will never be able to understand what kind of relationship me and Rory have."

He needed to leave her place before he said anything else that he would come to regret. Not even bothering to give her one last look, he was out of her dorm, slamming the door behind him.

FLASHBACK

"Why is it so damn difficult for me to talk to you?" she asked him as she joined him on the bleachers after school.

"Because you love me," he told her with a smile that didn't reach his eyes…and she noticed.

"What's wrong?" she asked with no warning.

"What are you talking about?" he asked avoiding answering her question.

"Something's wrong," was all she said.

"You're mental."

"And you're in denial."

"You're right," he nodded his head in agreement.

"I know."

"I'm denying my true feelings for you…I love you," he said in a joking manner, but secretly wished it wasn't .

"True words are spoken in jest," she told him playfully.

"So what's up?" he asked hoping that she wouldn't catch his attempt at a change in subject.

"Nice try mister," she was to smart, "But I do believe I asked what was the matter."

"And I do believe that before you asked me that you also said that it was 'so damn difficult for you to talk to me."

"So?"

"Why?"

"You're changing the subject again, but for now I will let it pass," she told him, "so what was the question?" she asked losing track of the conversation.

"Why am I so damn difficult to talk to?" he repeated.

"Oh right!" she smiled, "Just because you are."

"You're ridiculous," he laughed at her.

"I needed an opening line to start a conversation with you," she explained.

"You could have just said 'hey' or 'how's it going'," he told her.

"But that's boring," she told him with a wave of her hand. After letting a few seconds pass by, Rory became serious, "So what's wrong Tristan?"

He deeply inhaled letting out a heavy sigh, this girl just didn't give up, "What makes you think something is wrong?"

"Nothing, I just know."

"At the moment nothing is wrong, but it can become wrong," he told her.

"What is it Tristan?"

"It's nothing serious, I'm just about to fail history," he casually told her as if it really was no big deal, but they both knew that it was. If his grades significantly dropped, they knew very well that his father would have something bad up his sleeve.

"Tristan!" she yelled at him. She saw him flinch, but didn't dare lower her voice, "how is you failing History not a big deal?"

"It's not--"

"Yes it is," she argued, "What were you thinking?"

"Actually, I wasn't…that class is just too boring," he joked, but Rory wasn't laughing.

"Come on," she told him as she stood up and began walking towards the schools parking lot.

"Where are we going?" he asked following her.

"You're taking me home."

Tristan was relieved, "So the lecture is over?"

Rory openly laughed at him, "You wish; we're both going back to my place so that I can catch you up on the notes and help you study for tomorrow's test."

"Rory," he whined.

"No whining," she ordered as he unlocked his car with the remote.

END FLASHBACK

Tristan was brought out of his thoughts by a feminine hand waving in his face. After realizing who the hand belonged to he smiled, "Hey."

"What were you just thinking about?" she asked as she took the seat in front of him at the table the was located outside the coffee shop.

"Me nearly failing History sophomore year," he replied with a smile.

"I still can't believe you almost did that," she chuckled.

"I did it on purpose," he joked, "it was my genius plan to spend time with you; I knew that you would help me out."

"Wow were you pathetic," she smiled.

The couple continued to talk about old high school memories; their day's troubles were put to the side as they enjoyed each other's company. They didn't bother hiding the fact that, together, they were having a good time.

Meanwhile, from across the street stood what looked like two lonely souls. Logan and Sam were separately walking down the street in opposite direction and amazingly, spotting Rory and Tristan's together brought them to stop in front of the coffee shop.

Now as they stood side by side, they hopelessly looked at the devastating scene that was taking place in front of them.

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