"Fuck off bitch. You didn't just ruin my relationship; you ruined Jamie for any other person. You know what really gets me is that after I saw the two of you together I still slept with him that night and the name he called out wasn't mine. Oh no. It was yours. Your fucking name he called out at the end, not mine! That's what you do, you take people and you ruin them, messing with their minds… their lives."

As Paris had been speaking Rory tilted her head to the side and watched her like a bird watches a snake. Only this time, the bird was the dangerous one, not the snake.

"Tell me something I didn't know. Your still bitter 'coz your boyfriend called out my name? Please, get over yourself. Just because he was your whole world didn't mean that you were his." Taking slow steps forward, Rory drew back her hand, before sending it towards into Paris' face. Paris flinched, expecting to be punched, but when nothing happened she opened her eyes to see Rory's fist blocking her view.

Dropping her hand Rory looked at the rest of the group, before she leant forward and placed a kiss upon Paris' lips.

"You don't hate me because Jamie wanted me…… You hate me because you wanted me. When Jamie called out my name, you felt guilty that you were also thinking of me." Laughing Rory drew back from Paris before she grabbed Tristan's hand and began to drag him out of the cinema doors. Turning round she caught Jess' eyes and he nodded at her to show that he understood. Walking out the doors, she heard someone let out a laugh.

Jess POV

I couldn't help it. The look on Paris's face was priceless. I wouldn't have laughed out loud if I hadn't of caught Logan's eye. As soon as our eyes connected we burst out laughing. It was made even funnier when Finn came out with "Bloody hell mates, the little Shelia's bi!" I knew this wasn't true, but I couldn't get the words out, I was laughing that hard. After what seemed like hours I was able to assess the situation. Obviously Rory had gone to vent out her frustrations with Tristan. The poor boy had no idea what he was getting himself into. Paris wasn't being spiteful when she said that Rory ruined you for anyone else. After a night with her you were hooked for life. The things she did… said… haunted you for the rest of your life, awake or asleep. She knew she was good, but she didn't know that anyone else just wouldn't ever be able to compare. I wasn't going to be the one to tell her though. The one thing I kept from her was the one thing that could ultimately destroy her, never mind our friendship. The fact that every time I fucked some chick, she was the one I was imagining underneath me, on top of me, next to me. Telling her that would kill her completely.

Rory POV

I had to do something and Tristan was going to help me. Seeing Dorothy again after all these years reminded me of a time when I was the walking dead, doing the whole sex, drugs and rock and roll thing. I needed to feel alive and I knew Tristan could help me. I would have picked Jess, but something about Tristan appealed to me. He was an big-headed, ego-maniac, but I couldn't help thinking that in making him lose his mind, I end up losing mine and while that would have been fun, it would have returned me to a place I didn't want to.

Tristan POV

Words can not describe Rory. I mean…she's definitely one of a kind. As we mounted her bike no words were said. I knew she needed to do something to take her mind off of her confrontation with Paris, but I didn't know what. I could feel the tension throughout her body as she raced down the high way. Without realising it she had pulled up to a block of expensive living apartments and was already walking towards the door. Glancing round I took in the area as I heard her open the door. I knew that what ever happened tonight was going to upset the plans fate had set out for us, whether they were good changes or bad, I didn't care.