Sunday Morning DuGrey Mansion
After a very boring and Roryless experience in detention the day before,(she slept the whole time leaving him to amuse himself, at one point he thought about braving her wrath and waking her up.)Tristan smiled to himself relieved that it looked like she wasn't going to make him grovel like his other girlfriends had after he'd screwed up. Because as soon as he opened his eyes he found out that all he needed was a basic understanding of the Mafia tactics in old movies, Mr. Cluck Cluck's head was on the pillow next to his head.
The rest of the day he spent doing research.(At some point you'd think he's start to wonder how she came and went so freely from his house wouldn't you?)
Monday Chilton Prep
After watching some of the cheesiest mobster movies he could find, Tristan went with the idea of paying her 'protection bribes' in the form of a breakfast thing and coffee. Though before handing over that day's payment of a Cheese Danish and large coffee Tristan had to be sure he was thinking along the same lines just in case she did want him to grovel, "So just so we're clear. I feed you and you save me from myself and take the heat from Summer and Summer like clones?" Oh, he was aware that it was more complicated that but going with just the bare facts didn't muddy the waters.
Rory's eyebrows rose in surprise because she had meant the chicken head on the pillow as a keepsake for Tristan to carry with him as reminder to watch himself and not just run off at the mouth. She had honestly never thought that he would go this route because it never really occurred to her, but it seemed as if he wanted it this way. And now that she thought about it maybe just telling him to quit being an idiot and threatening him if he didn't stop wasn't going to be the best path to take, after all his parents HAD threatened and look where that got them; he had been on his way to military school. 'I mean my god Bowman was bad enough but Duncan "Mr. Hey Y'all watch this" himself had talked Tris into doing some stupid shit too. Looks like if I want him around for a while I'll have to run interference. ' Rory mentally groaned thinking about the numerous dumbasses he was friends with, "Yeah, okay." she quickly agreed before she thought too much about it and grabbed the still warm pastry and coffee from him.
Tuesday Chilton Prep
After tossing her breakfast container in a nearby trash can and keeping her still half full coffee Rory made to grab her heavy book bag off of the floor without spilling it. Tristan got there first and after picking it up offered her a bright smile as he strutted passed. Chuckling at his antics she followed him on to homeroom. 'Well, she didn't say that I couldn't ACT like she's mine, now did she.' he gloated to himself.
Making her way to her usual though unassigned seat she held her hand out and Tristan wordlessly handed her, her book bag, setting it on the floor she wiggled her finger's letting him know she wanted something else, his backpack. After giving it to her Rory then rooted around in it till she found some unfinished homework of his.
Tristan knew, she knew that he understood the material but just detested doing it, his parents had been on his case for years to just do it and get it over with and he did force himself most days, but then there were the other days.
So he had no problem with her finishing it for him when she was bored because it kept his teachers and parents off his back.
The classroom door opened and the teacher came in carrying a large cardboard box. Rory swatted his hand away from tugging on her hair once again and wrote in the last answer before joining the rest of the class in wondering what Ms. Moore was up to. Handing Tristan his folder she and the others watched as the petite teacher brought out one life size baby doll after another laying them on her desk. "She better not want us to do what I think she does." Rory told a confused Tristan over her shoulder. Two seats over a horrified look was coming over Paris' face as she too got an inkling what was about to happen.