Author: archangel
E-mail: archangel50210@msn.com mailto:archangel50210@msn.com
Rating: PG-13 for now
Pairing: Trory
CONTENT - A little swearing, nothing real bad
DISCLAIMER - Amy Sherman-Palladino and the WB own the characters and the show. All that's mine is this story.
AUTHORS NOTE - This is my first fanfic so I would appreciate any reviews. Constructive criticism is welcome. Please review.
Rory narrowed her eyes. "Tristan, why are you-"
Ms. Meyer stared angrily at Rory. "Miss Gilmore. I have had enough from you today. Now you are talking at an inappropriate time. I am warning you- keep your mouth closed."
Resigned, Rory turned back to the front of the room. "I'm sorry, Ms. Meyer. I was just surprised."
Ms. Meyer nodded. "Mr. DuGrey, be a gentleman and sit down. I was just telling the class about a paper that must be written. Due to your tardiness and Ms. Gilmore's inability to act with respect, I will revise my list and have our class delinquents work together. Understand."
Tristan nodded. "Yes, ma'am. Sorry for being late." He sat down in the only available seat, in the front of the room next to Rory. Even in these circumstances, Tristan had to study. It figured Rory would sit in the front of the room. Unlike the other students, who thought the best seats were in the back of the class, Rory would sit in the front, so she wouldn't miss anything. Tristan looked at Rory intently, seeing her for the first time in months. She looked the same. She still had the long, glossy, brown hair and the sparkling blue eyes, shown off by her radiant skin. She was beautiful.
Rory tensed, feeling his eyes on her. She looked over at him and he quickly averted his eyes. Ms. Meyer, already angry with the two, had been watching the exchange. "Mr. DuGrey, Miss Gilmore, although I am sure you have a lot of catching up to do, here is not the place and now is not the time. Wait until you are out in the hall like normal teenagers to ogle at each other, understand?"
Rory blushed at the words. "I'm sorry, Ms. Meyer. But what you said before, about Tristan and I working together, you weren't serious were you? I mean, we can't even stand in the same room for ten seconds without arguing and I do not want to take the chance of ruining my grade over this project because I have to work with a boy who considers himself to be Adonis and can't commit to anything. Plus-"
Ms. Meyer interrupted the babbling with, "Miss Gilmore, I was completely serious and you will have to put aside your personal......feelings for Mr. DuGrey during the project, do you follow?"
Rory nodded in defeat. "Yes, I follow."
Ms. Meyer grinned sarcastically. "Good." The bell rang. "Class is dismissed. The paper is due one week from today." The students filed out of the class, buzzing about Tristan's appearance.
At her locker, Rory yanked furiously on the handle. Damn him. Damn this locker and Meyer. "What did I do to deserve this," she wondered aloud.
"You made me fall for you," said a voice behind her. An arm snaked around her and pulled powerfully on the handle.
Rory turned around quickly, rolling her eyes. "Tristan, you are incapable of falling for anyone. Well, except yourself, maybe. So, when are we going to work on this paper? We have a lot to do in so little time."
Tristan thought for a moment. "I resent that. I could fall for someone. And, of course, I proved it. I already fell for myself. Seriously, how about was start it today. I'm sure I could squeeze my way through the crowd of my admirers. See, Mary, I may not fall for people, other than myself, but they fall for me. That's all I need. No strings attached."
Rory shook her head. "I can't believe you. You are incorrigible. Absolutely incorrigible. Anyways, today's not good for me. I have a date with Dean."
Tristan nodded knowingly. "Ah, the bagboy. Mary, I thought you had better taste. I mean, you have been near me. And the bagboy doesn't measure up to me. What did you call me. An Adonis?"
Rory glared at him. "A title you came up with yourself."
The telltale smirk appeared on Tristan's face. "But I never said it aloud."
Rory slammed her locker shut. "Goodbye, Tristan. I will see you tomorrow. Unless I am graced with some fatal disease and I am put in isolation in which case I will consider myself blessed to be rid of you."
Tristan put his hand over his heart mockingly. "Aw, Mary, you wound me." He watched as she retreated.
E-mail: archangel50210@msn.com mailto:archangel50210@msn.com
Rating: PG-13 for now
Pairing: Trory
CONTENT - A little swearing, nothing real bad
DISCLAIMER - Amy Sherman-Palladino and the WB own the characters and the show. All that's mine is this story.
AUTHORS NOTE - This is my first fanfic so I would appreciate any reviews. Constructive criticism is welcome. Please review.
Rory narrowed her eyes. "Tristan, why are you-"
Ms. Meyer stared angrily at Rory. "Miss Gilmore. I have had enough from you today. Now you are talking at an inappropriate time. I am warning you- keep your mouth closed."
Resigned, Rory turned back to the front of the room. "I'm sorry, Ms. Meyer. I was just surprised."
Ms. Meyer nodded. "Mr. DuGrey, be a gentleman and sit down. I was just telling the class about a paper that must be written. Due to your tardiness and Ms. Gilmore's inability to act with respect, I will revise my list and have our class delinquents work together. Understand."
Tristan nodded. "Yes, ma'am. Sorry for being late." He sat down in the only available seat, in the front of the room next to Rory. Even in these circumstances, Tristan had to study. It figured Rory would sit in the front of the room. Unlike the other students, who thought the best seats were in the back of the class, Rory would sit in the front, so she wouldn't miss anything. Tristan looked at Rory intently, seeing her for the first time in months. She looked the same. She still had the long, glossy, brown hair and the sparkling blue eyes, shown off by her radiant skin. She was beautiful.
Rory tensed, feeling his eyes on her. She looked over at him and he quickly averted his eyes. Ms. Meyer, already angry with the two, had been watching the exchange. "Mr. DuGrey, Miss Gilmore, although I am sure you have a lot of catching up to do, here is not the place and now is not the time. Wait until you are out in the hall like normal teenagers to ogle at each other, understand?"
Rory blushed at the words. "I'm sorry, Ms. Meyer. But what you said before, about Tristan and I working together, you weren't serious were you? I mean, we can't even stand in the same room for ten seconds without arguing and I do not want to take the chance of ruining my grade over this project because I have to work with a boy who considers himself to be Adonis and can't commit to anything. Plus-"
Ms. Meyer interrupted the babbling with, "Miss Gilmore, I was completely serious and you will have to put aside your personal......feelings for Mr. DuGrey during the project, do you follow?"
Rory nodded in defeat. "Yes, I follow."
Ms. Meyer grinned sarcastically. "Good." The bell rang. "Class is dismissed. The paper is due one week from today." The students filed out of the class, buzzing about Tristan's appearance.
At her locker, Rory yanked furiously on the handle. Damn him. Damn this locker and Meyer. "What did I do to deserve this," she wondered aloud.
"You made me fall for you," said a voice behind her. An arm snaked around her and pulled powerfully on the handle.
Rory turned around quickly, rolling her eyes. "Tristan, you are incapable of falling for anyone. Well, except yourself, maybe. So, when are we going to work on this paper? We have a lot to do in so little time."
Tristan thought for a moment. "I resent that. I could fall for someone. And, of course, I proved it. I already fell for myself. Seriously, how about was start it today. I'm sure I could squeeze my way through the crowd of my admirers. See, Mary, I may not fall for people, other than myself, but they fall for me. That's all I need. No strings attached."
Rory shook her head. "I can't believe you. You are incorrigible. Absolutely incorrigible. Anyways, today's not good for me. I have a date with Dean."
Tristan nodded knowingly. "Ah, the bagboy. Mary, I thought you had better taste. I mean, you have been near me. And the bagboy doesn't measure up to me. What did you call me. An Adonis?"
Rory glared at him. "A title you came up with yourself."
The telltale smirk appeared on Tristan's face. "But I never said it aloud."
Rory slammed her locker shut. "Goodbye, Tristan. I will see you tomorrow. Unless I am graced with some fatal disease and I am put in isolation in which case I will consider myself blessed to be rid of you."
Tristan put his hand over his heart mockingly. "Aw, Mary, you wound me." He watched as she retreated.