Monopoly
A/N: Well, here it is. I've been waiting for a story like this to pop out of my head, but it never came until yesterday =) Anyway, on with the disclaimer: none of the characters in this story belong to me, except for the ones that aren't even on the show... but you won't be seeing many of those. Please read and review, I'm anxious to know what everyone thinks! If you need to contact me for any reason, email me at withthesewings@yahoo.com .
Prologue
According to him, life was one big game. If you walked ahead too many spaces, you would lose everything. Nevertheless, he always won. Everything always went his way.
To him, every girl was a game. Of course, after winning every time, he would often forget about them, and move on to more difficult games. As far as he was concerned, there was only one game that he could never beat- or tire of. The only thing he wanted to win from this game was her heart- but unfortunately for him, it wasn't that easy. There were always obstacles:
Encounter with her jealous boyfriend: move back 5 spaces.
Be an asshole for the day: move back 7 spaces.
Before he knew it, he was back at the starting place. Of course, there were the rare times when he was able to move ahead, one step closer to the finish line: where he would finally get what he wanted ever since he laid his eyes on her. Rory Gilmore.
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That smirk. It drove her crazy. Damn him for having that effect on her. She wanted to scratch it off of his face. Were a biography written about him, his patented smirk would have been mentioned more than 100 times. Rory found herself wondering if his smirk only had that effect on her- when she felt tingly and shivers were sent down her spine. He seemed to know that he held some type of power over her, and he used it to his advantage. He would find ways to smirk at her every time they encountered each other. No matter how hard she tried to avoid it, she could never take her eyes off him when he smirked. She didn't know why – after all, he was obviously being rude when he smirked.
Rory's blue eyes surveyed her surroundings, looking at of the class room window. It was open, and she was shivering profoundly – after all, it was winter. As to why Mr. Medina had the window open when it was only 20 degrees outside, she had no idea. She let out a sigh of relief when the bell rang, and she quickly gathered her books, hoping that the cafeteria would be warmer than the uninviting English classroom. While she was getting her books out of her locker, she felt a tap on her shoulder and turned around – only to be greeted by a familiar smirk.
"So Mary, I noticed that you were a little cold in Medina's class. If you had only asked, I would have been happy to warm you up." She turned her attention back to her locker, hoping that if she ignored him, he would go away.
"If you don't mind, I'm busy here." she said exasperatedly, not bothering to
turn back around to face him.
"Mary, Mary, Mary. I'm only concerned for you, you know. It wouldn't hurt to be nice for once." This time Rory turned back around, her eyes meeting his blue ones. She noticed the position they were in- he had his hands on either side of her, pressing her against the cold metal of her locker. He was famous for this, trapping girls so they had no way of escape. Of course, it wasn't like any of the other girls minded.
Ducking under his arms so she was now standing next to him, she stared at him. "It wouldn't hurt for you to be nice either. And I would appreciate it if you didn't treat me like one of your girlfriends- after all, I'm not. Don't treat someone that way if you don't have any feelings for them." She tried to say this without feeling, but it came out miserably. Her sad eyes turned their attention over to her locker, and she closed it and walked away.
Watching her retreating back, Tristan ran a hand through his tousled hair. *If you only knew, Mary. If you only knew.*