"So how was your class?"
Rory sprung around to see the person that the voice came from. She smiled and turned back when she saw it was Tristan DuGrey.
"It's not polite to answer." He smirked and leaned against her neighboring locker.
"I was going to answer, but you didn't give me a chance." She responded spinning the dial on her locker to attempt to open it for her math book. Tristan placed his hands on either side of Rory and her locker as she tried to open it. He just stood closing her in and grinning. "UGH!" She groaned. "Why doesn't this ever open for me?" She asked. She hadn't commented on the position they were in and what the Chilton students would say about it. She realized the stance suddenly and tensed up. She stood frozen staring at the blue locker in front of her.
"You're a little tense Mary." Tristan whispered in her ear before removing one of his hands and opening the locker with it. "There you go my dear." He whispered when it opened. He stepped aside so she could get whatever she needed out.
"Thanks." She blushed and replaced a few books and closed it. She fixed her gaze back up to Tristan.
"It's really no problem. Anything for you Rory." He emphasized her name and smirked. "See ya in Medina's class." He sauntered towards his own locker. When he was out of hearing reach Rory sighed. He was so close. And smelled so good. She thought to herself.
(Mr. Medina's room)
Tristan was seated behind Rory and couldn't concentrate on the lecture. He just kept starring at the back of her head and smelling the strawberry scent or her chestnut brown hair. How was it that one girl could infatuate him so much?
"Now class, we will be working with partners for our English projects. One partner per person. You will have to make some sort of a visual along with a paper. This will be on Chilton. Yes, Chilton. What you think, cliques, rules, etc. Now pick partners!" Everyone started picking partners while Rory sat still. She never made a move during partner picking.
Tristan smiled and leaned to whisper in her ear. "Partner?" He asked.
She whirled around to stare at him. "Why?" She asked with a confused face.
"Because...." He answered.
"You know I hate when people answer questions with because. I don't think it's a real answer." She stated.
"Well...in this case it is a real answer. So want to be my partner or not?" he asked.
"Yeah, sure." She smiled back at him and pulled their desks together.
"So...what are we going to focus on?" he asked.
(After School)
Rory walked outside and breathed in the fresh air around her. She loved spring. The smell of the new season and of new life. The new life of flowers, grass, trees, nature in general. She looked over to the parking lot and seen Tristan leaning against his black BMW, cigarette in his mouth. His blazer had been discarded and laying on the hood carelessly. He didn't see her, so she took the opportunity to look him over.
He was tall and muscular. Yes, very attractive. But Rory knew that she wasn't supposed to feel that way about him. She was supposed to hate him. But...somehow she couldn't. He took a long drag from his cigarette and took it between his slender fingers to flick off someone of the ash on the end. Rory decided it was time to walk over to him and ask him about the project.
He saw her approaching him. He smiled and took another drag of his smoke. "Hey." He greeted her when she was in hearing's reach. "Are you going to give me a speech about how smoking is bad for me?" he asked her.
She shook her head and looked him in the eyes. "You're not a little boy. So... about the project. When are we working on it?" She asked casually.
"Doing anything right now?" he asked.
"Yeah, going to catch my bus."
"You know what I mean. Today?" he asked.
She thought for a moment. "yeah, sure."
"Get in the car." He flicked the still burning cigarette to the pavement and got in himself. Rory did as she was told and got in, shoving her bag in the back seat along with his. "Your house or mine?" he asked.
"Mine." She said. She decided she'd be more comfortable there.
"Gilmore house it is then." He smiled at her and pulled out of the Chilton parking lot.
Rory sprung around to see the person that the voice came from. She smiled and turned back when she saw it was Tristan DuGrey.
"It's not polite to answer." He smirked and leaned against her neighboring locker.
"I was going to answer, but you didn't give me a chance." She responded spinning the dial on her locker to attempt to open it for her math book. Tristan placed his hands on either side of Rory and her locker as she tried to open it. He just stood closing her in and grinning. "UGH!" She groaned. "Why doesn't this ever open for me?" She asked. She hadn't commented on the position they were in and what the Chilton students would say about it. She realized the stance suddenly and tensed up. She stood frozen staring at the blue locker in front of her.
"You're a little tense Mary." Tristan whispered in her ear before removing one of his hands and opening the locker with it. "There you go my dear." He whispered when it opened. He stepped aside so she could get whatever she needed out.
"Thanks." She blushed and replaced a few books and closed it. She fixed her gaze back up to Tristan.
"It's really no problem. Anything for you Rory." He emphasized her name and smirked. "See ya in Medina's class." He sauntered towards his own locker. When he was out of hearing reach Rory sighed. He was so close. And smelled so good. She thought to herself.
(Mr. Medina's room)
Tristan was seated behind Rory and couldn't concentrate on the lecture. He just kept starring at the back of her head and smelling the strawberry scent or her chestnut brown hair. How was it that one girl could infatuate him so much?
"Now class, we will be working with partners for our English projects. One partner per person. You will have to make some sort of a visual along with a paper. This will be on Chilton. Yes, Chilton. What you think, cliques, rules, etc. Now pick partners!" Everyone started picking partners while Rory sat still. She never made a move during partner picking.
Tristan smiled and leaned to whisper in her ear. "Partner?" He asked.
She whirled around to stare at him. "Why?" She asked with a confused face.
"Because...." He answered.
"You know I hate when people answer questions with because. I don't think it's a real answer." She stated.
"Well...in this case it is a real answer. So want to be my partner or not?" he asked.
"Yeah, sure." She smiled back at him and pulled their desks together.
"So...what are we going to focus on?" he asked.
(After School)
Rory walked outside and breathed in the fresh air around her. She loved spring. The smell of the new season and of new life. The new life of flowers, grass, trees, nature in general. She looked over to the parking lot and seen Tristan leaning against his black BMW, cigarette in his mouth. His blazer had been discarded and laying on the hood carelessly. He didn't see her, so she took the opportunity to look him over.
He was tall and muscular. Yes, very attractive. But Rory knew that she wasn't supposed to feel that way about him. She was supposed to hate him. But...somehow she couldn't. He took a long drag from his cigarette and took it between his slender fingers to flick off someone of the ash on the end. Rory decided it was time to walk over to him and ask him about the project.
He saw her approaching him. He smiled and took another drag of his smoke. "Hey." He greeted her when she was in hearing's reach. "Are you going to give me a speech about how smoking is bad for me?" he asked her.
She shook her head and looked him in the eyes. "You're not a little boy. So... about the project. When are we working on it?" She asked casually.
"Doing anything right now?" he asked.
"Yeah, going to catch my bus."
"You know what I mean. Today?" he asked.
She thought for a moment. "yeah, sure."
"Get in the car." He flicked the still burning cigarette to the pavement and got in himself. Rory did as she was told and got in, shoving her bag in the back seat along with his. "Your house or mine?" he asked.
"Mine." She said. She decided she'd be more comfortable there.
"Gilmore house it is then." He smiled at her and pulled out of the Chilton parking lot.