The Plan: Heartache and Avoidance
Author: snoflaik
Disclaimer: once again, own nothing and have no money anyway. .
Author's Note: I can't believe that I'm already done this chapter apparently that mountain named writer's block was just dynamited and a new tunnel has
been built through. Enjoy!!
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And so the weekend was over and back to school did the two go. Rory and Tristan started eating lunch together and opened up to each other more about their lives. The better he got to know her the deeper his attraction and feelings became. There was a point however where he could not listen to her talk any longer. And that point was when the conversation turned to boyfriends and crushes. Rory as naïve as she was still didn't know who the girl was which Tristan was crushing so hard on. When the conversation turned to weekend plans or past occurrences the subject was always changed before it could be divulged any longer. When she was around he found it easy to become lost in her eyes or watch her motions not hearing a thing she said as she talked animatedly about her family or her friends. He felt his pulse begin to race and sometimes felt queasy just being around her. By the time he recognized these warning signs the damage had already been done. He was hopelessly and desperately in love with Lorelei Leigh Gilmore III.
He knew it was pointless but it just wouldn't go away. Dean. He was always and would always be there between them keeping him from being with her. He watched her at all times of the day as she talked with friends about her weekend. He saw the way her face lit up and how her eyes became brighter and hazy like she was remembering and reliving the night as she told it. It all came to a head once as he could hear her in class talking with Sharon and Jackie [A.N. I know she doesn't really have any friends at Chilton since Paris is mad at her but once again I'm taking my privileges as an author and inventing friends. It's for the good of the story trust me.] about her date that weekend with Dean. He could not bear to hear it anymore. With every word she said his face got more solemn and he felt even worse. Thankfully the bell rang and he practically ran out of the classroom so that he could get to his locker and the next class without Rory trying to talk to him. But alas he was not quick enough.
"Hey Tristan," exclaimed Rory coming up behind him.
He took in a deep breath and blew it out. "Hey," he replied lifelessly not turning around.
Rory was so wound up after talking about her amazing weekend that she continued talking to him.
"So how was your weekend?" asked Rory brightly.
"Fine," was only response she received.
This Tristan was totally different from the one she was used to encountering.
"Are you alright?"
"Peachy."
"Ok can I get a response beyond a monosyllable here." She asked slightly annoyed.
He finally couldn't take it anymore. If he didn't leave he was going to say something he was going to regret.
"Look Rory," he replied turning around," I'm sorry but I've gotta go."
And with that he began to walk down the hallway. She just stood there looking after him with a hurt look on her face.
"Alright, Ill talk to you later then." whispered Rory. * I
wonder what's wrong with him. *
Tristan walked outside ignoring the pouring rain, straight to his car. When he got in he leaned back in the seat and sighed deeply. * God Dugrey What the hell is wrong with you? Just walk away when she's trying to be nice to you. Why can't I get her out of my head. Because you've fallen hard and there's no getting up from this one. * He sat there for a few minutes, started the car and drove the long way home.
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Soon the time came for the annual end of year dance at Chilton known as the Farewell Formal. When he was at his locker between periods, a student was handing out flyers about ticket sales. He was handed one and stopped to lean against a locker to read it. *I know Rory's going to this thing with Dean. Judging what happened at the last dance, I'm definitely not going to this one. * He felt someone's eyes on him and looked up. He met the gaze of two deep blue eyes looking at him from across the hallway. He felt his heart beat faster and his palms sweat at just seeing her again and looking into her eyes. *You've got it bad DuGrey. Better not do anything that would make things worse. * Their gazes still locked, he crumpled the paper up in his hand. He then looked away and started walking down the hall to the next class throwing the paper out on the way. Rory just watched him the whole time and sighed at his retreating back before walking to her own class.
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Over the next few days, Tristan tried to avoid Rory as much as possible. It just hurt him so much to be around her. He came into class just as the bell rang and sprint out of class when it was over. He didn't even bother going to his locker after 8th period. He just brought the necessary books to his class. This behavior, of course didn't go unnoticed by Rory. He had felt her eyes on him many times during each day but forced himself to keep his head down at his notebook.
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"Hey Tristan."
He looked up from the book he was reading to see who had called his name.
"Do you have a date to the dance yet?" It was Jackie. Who was sitting next to Sharon. Who was talking to Rory, who at the moment was not two feet in front of him.
Sharon and Rory stopped their conversation when Jackie had asked the question. All three were waiting for his response.
He smiled slightly and forced himself not to meet Rory's eyes.
"I don't think that I'm going to go."
Jackie and Sharon looked shocked, not only did the most eligible and hottest bachelor in school not have a date, he wasn't even planning on going.
"But why not?" They asked simultaneously.
He looked up again form his book and straight into Rory's eyes. "I've been feeling a little under the weather lately. You know queasiness, dizziness, fever, and my pulse has been racing. There's also someone I'm not to keen on seeing there. Maybe if I feel better by then I'll be there." He broke his gaze just as the bell rang. He stood up in a languid motion and walked out the door leaving the girls to sit there and stare. Everyone pretty much knew what had happened between Rory, Tristan and Paris but Rory somehow knew that his response was especially directed towards her. And what was with that whole illness crap. Lord, he could be so infuriating. Rory was fed up.
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She held her temper that whole day, his interactions or lack there of making her anger burn even higher. Finally the bell ending the day rang, Tristan realized that he would have to go to his locker before he left since he had forgotten a book he needed. He tried to do so as quickly as possible. He stopped short when he saw Rory leaning up against the locker next to his, waiting for him.
"What the hell is your problem?" yelled Rory.
"What are you talking about?" asked Tristan, obviously trying to avoid the subject, as he searched his locker for the book he needed. His pulse was already racing from being so near her. He refused to meet her eyes. * Damn her! Why does she have this affect on me*
"Why have you been avoiding me?" she asked more quietly. "I thought we were friends," she added sadly.
He didn't reply and she watched as he searched desperately for his book, which had somehow mysteriously disappeared from his locker.
"Looking for this." He slammed the door to his locker shut so that he could now see Rory holding up his copy of Macbeth.
"You get it back when you tell me what's going on."
"Fine then." With that he turned around and started to walk down the hallway and out the door.
Rory stood there for about half a second and then ran down and out the door finally catching up to Tristan in the middle of the courtyard. She ran in front of him forcing him to stop.
"You're not getting away that easily. Now tell me what is wrong." She stubbornly stood there with her arms crossed. He tried many times to just walk around her but she always moved into his path. Tristan finally reached his breaking point and his anger rivaled hers.
"I don't have to explain anything to you. And I don't want to be having this conversation. Now get out of my way." He said coldly.
"I won't move until you explain yourself." She replied icily
"You are the most pig-headed exasperating girl that I have ever met." He was so angry and so emotionally drained that he said the first thing that came to his mind
"Fine, since you are so gung-ho about knowing. Ill tell you why. It's because I'm in love with you. It hurts me too much to be around you while your talking about you precious Prince Charming because I hear you talk about him in that way and the only thing I can think about is how I wish you would talk and feel the same way about me. I can never have you and that is tearing me up inside. So I backed off because I am tried of being hurt. I avoided you because every time I'm around you the only thing that I can think about is pulling you close to me and kissing you. So I'm sorry but I can't be around you anymore not when I love you but your in love with someone else."
After this outburst Tristan maneuvered around her and walked down the steps through the parking lot to his car. The crowd of spectators just stood there before quietly walking away shaking their heads and talking amongst themselves. They couldn't believe that DuGrey had actually fallen for someone and apparently had fallen hard. And as for Rory, she just stood there in there standing in the middle of the courtyard with eyes wide and mouth agape while she tried to make sense of all that he had told her.
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End of Part 7
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Wow! Did a lot just happen then or is it just me? Yes I'm going to be mean and end it there.
snoflaik :)~