Disclaimer : I don't own the characters from the Gilmore Girls; they belong to WB and Amy Sherman-Palladino. Some parts of the dialogue are from the movie script of "10 Things I Hate About You" and do not belong to me, either.
Note : The story's not based on the movie "10 Things I Hate About You". I do use some of the dialogue from the movie script, references are made, and I do use Kat's poem from the movie (most of these references are made with some changes, though... to fit my own story). However, plot-wise, my story and the movie are different.
My story takes place some time after "The Third Lorelai". Dean and Rory have broken up (and are not getting back together), Tristan & Rory did kiss at Madeline's party, and the Paris fiasco did happen.
This is my first attempt at
writing a long GG fic. I hope I don't butcher the characters! Let me know
if I'm not doing anything right, or if I've broken some sacred GG rule
or something. I'm pretty much new to this fandom, so any kind of feedback
would be appreciated. Thanks!
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10 Things I Hate About You
01 : Nothing's changed
by inmyeyes
(Chilton)
Rory Gilmore wasn't having a good day. Her days at Chilton weren't the easiest, but for some reason, today had been unusually brutal. Her stack of homework was rapidly piling up, Paris was especially catty and-
"Hey Mary."
Tristan was being.... Tristan.
She leaned her head against her locker. "What is it? Ass-hole day?"
She turned to face him and was greeted by the usual smirk that graced his features. "Oh wait, I guess in this society being male and an asshole makes you worthy of our time."
His smirk didn't falter at all, "You wound me deeply, Mary."
Rory snorted, slammed her locker shut after taking out the books she needed and didn't dignify him with a response.
She barely took 5 steps away from her locker when she was accosted by Paris.
"What happened to not liking him?" she accused.
"What?"
"Tristan."
"Get a life, Paris."
Yes, the day was especially brutal.
*****
(Later in the day. Luke's)
"Give.Me.Coffee."
Lorelai beamed when she heard the demanding tone of her daughter. "I've taught you well."
"Just like I've been telling your mother for the last 10 minutes," Luke paused, "No."
Lorelai was just about to keep on pestering him, but she caught the defeated expression on Rory's face, "Forget the evil-coffee man.... what's wrong Mini-Me?"
"Ihadahorribleday."
"Well, I had a terrible day. Michel was being even more uncooperative than usual, Sookie was freaking out because she didn't have enough tomatoes, I only have 3 cups of coffee, Luke won't give any more... and I lost my sparkly clip. Lost it! I looked for it everywhere, but the poor sparkly thing was gone. Nowhere to be found! And I just-" she broke off for breath and saw that no one was listening to her.
"Enough about my terrible day. How was hell?"
"Horrible."
When no further explanation was given, Lorelai prodded on, "C'mon Mini-Me, I'm paying big bucks for you to go to that fancy-schmancy prep school... use big words! Blow me away with your extensive vocabulary!"
Still nothing. She reached over and gave Rory a much-needed hug.
"LUKE! Cofffeeeeeeeeee!"
*****
(The next day. Chilton)
"Go on, Sparky," Lorelai urged as Rory and her sat in the car in the parking lot of Chilton.
Heaving a sigh, Rory grabbed her bag and her cup of coffee. At her mother's exclamation "Have a good day!", she gave a slight smile. After yesterday, today could only get better. Yet what first greeted her was Tristan, leaning against the locker next of hers as per usual.
"Miss me?"
Rory couldn't quite keep the amusement out of her voice, "You're amazingly self-assured, has anyone ever told you that?"
"I tell myself that everyday, actually."
"Yeah, we wouldn't want your head to get smaller... after all the measurements they had to take for the Homecoming crown."
"Speaking of Homecoming-"
"No."
"Great, so you don't mind going with me," Tristan grinned, turning his body to fully face her.
"Tristan! I didn't-"
The sound of the bell cut her off. Tristan merely gave her a bright smile, said "See ya later," and left her hanging.
"Unbelievable," she muttered under her breath.
*****
(Later in the day)
She didn't know how he managed it, but Tristan somehow had made it to her locker before she did.
"You know, I should charge parking fees. I'd make a lot of money since you always seem to be here," she remarked.
"Then I guess I should get season parking, huh?"
"What do you want, Tristan?"
"There's a lot I want, especially-" he broke off and merely grinned cheekily when she gave him a look of death. He wasn't deterred: he leaned slightly closer to her.
Rory bit back a gasp of shock when Tristan moved within a foot of her. Unbidden, her heart started to pound a bit faster as her brain registered the scent of his cologne and the feel of his breath against her ear as he whispered her name. Surprised by the nerves that had taken over her at his proximity, she stepped back.
"Are you afraid of me?" he teased, returning to his normal position against the lockers.
Her response was immediate and indignant. "I am not!"
The smirk was back in place. "Well, maybe you're not afraid of me but I bet you've thought about me naked, huh?"
Back on familiar ground, Rory became more comfortable. "Am I that transparent? I want you, I need you. Oh, baby, oh, baby." The statement was punctuated with her rolling her eyes.
He chose to disregard her obvious sarcasm. "I knew it!"
"Goodbye, Tristan," she said exasperatedly as she picked up her bag and walked down the hallway to the large doors.
"Bye Mary."
Shaking her head slightly,
Rory smiled.
