No one was happier to see the week end then Rory and Tristan. Their time at school since their engagement was made public had been filled with idiotic questions about when the baby was due or the ever more popular what exactly did he have to blackmail her with since there was no way in hell she would willingly marry Tristan. He was a bit offended by that one and had much to Rory's annoyance begun to PDAing her. After the first time she'd decked him when he kissed her between classes at her locker on Tuesday, Tristan called her mom. Rory really wasn't clear on what he'd told Lorelai since her mom had been in full rant mode and had been talking to fast for even her to understand but whatever it was must have been a dozy because her mom had threatened to reinstate Friday night dinners at Emily and Richard's if Rory didn't go along with his public displays without retaliation of the pain inducing kind.
After the final bell rang Rory who had gathered all she'd need for the weekend so she wouldn't run into Tristan at her locker where he usually waited for her, quickly made her way out of the classroom and wove her way through the teenager filled hallways. Her aim was to make it to a side exit so that she could sneak to the bus stop and take it home instead of catching a ride with him like usual. She was blatantly ditching him without remorse but after what he'd done that morning he more then deserved it. She was not going to be a replacement for his locker tramps and would damn herself to wearing neon orange for the rest of her life before she let him treat her like one.
Ten minutes later she was still waiting for the bus that was running late when a much too familiar looking car pulled up in front of her and stopped. What wasn't familiar was the message scrawled on it's side. 'RORY, YOU MAKE ME STUPID.' it read in bright blue color for all the world to see. "Sure, blame it all on me again." Rory snapped hoping he heard her and briefly wondered if whatever he'd used to write the half ass apology was ruining his paint job. "Like you weren't an idiot before you ever met me."
Tristan climbed out of his car looking pathetic and almost like he was going to cry. The need she felt to maim and kill him on sight drained away leaving behind a feeling of annoyance directed more at herself then at him for being the cause of him looking like that. "You're a rat bastard, you know that right?" she snarled at him as she got to her feet. Tristan wordlessly nodded his agreement with her on that one, afraid that if he spoke she'd walk away from him. He held out a cup of coffee he'd went and gotten for her as soon as school had let out as a peace offering because he had known she'd try to ditch him first chance she got. But his luck looked to be changing because her bus was late, although he had been more then prepared to drive to her house and sleep on her front porch till she forgave him if need be.
They stood there a good five minutes her glaring and him looking sheepish before she sighed and rolled her eyes heavenward silently asking for strength. "Alright give my that," she told him and took the thermal cup from his out stretched hand, "but just so you know...If you ever pull me into another janitor's closet to make out you will be a very sad and lonely man because I'm putting you in a coma, understand?"
"Yeah, I understand Rory." he answered solemnly and got back in his car.
"Good, because dammit I'm not one of your locker tramps," she continued to rant as she too climbed into the car, "I am your fiancee, meaning that I at least warrant an empty classroom or a deserted part of the library if your that desperate to shove your tongue down my throat and your hand under my shirt."
Hearing that she had been furious at him because of the place instead of the act itself like he though she was caused him to close his foot in the door since he was staring at her in shock and not paying attention to what he was doing. Yep, she made him stupid alright...