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Authors Note : I have no clue where Im taking this story, I really don't. All I know is that its Trory all the way. I have no idea what Im going to write in this chapter, so I apologize in advance if I end up bouncing around too much, forgetting small details (and possibly some larger ones) and throwing things way out of proportion. In reality, that's just how I am. I'll try to keep things somewhat understandable :)
"Baby, Be Mine"
Chapter 10
"So he's not going to be your boyfriend, huh?" Came the angered voice behind her.
Rory spun around, nearly dropping the sacred liquid that resided inside her styrofoam cup. "Dean, hi."
"You just broke up with me so you could run to him, is that it? God, Rory, I thought what we had was good." Dean accused, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"What?" Rory sputtered, completely taken aback. "What are you talking about?"
"Give it up, Rory, I'm not an idiot and Im most definately not blind. I saw you kiss him yesterday."
"You were spying on me?" Rory asked.
Dean gave her a bothered look. "I didn't have to spy. As soon as he showed up at your door it was all over town. I was just walking down the street. Its a free country you know, I am allowed to do that."
Rory shook her head. "You were spying on me."
"You still kissed him."
"I never said I didn't."
"We only broke up three days ago and you're already kissing somebody else? And not just anyone, but him?" Dean argued.
Rory sighed, kicking some snow around absentmindedly. "This is exactly why we broke up, Dean. I can't take this jealousy thing you've got going on. Theres nothing going on between Tristan and I." She argued back, her mind screaming the exact opposite. There was something going on between them, but she wasn't sure what just yet.
Dean stared at her, disbelief apparent on his face. "You're not the type of person to just go around kissing people that theres nothing going on with."
"Now you're an expert on the type of person I am?" Rory shot back. "I dont believe this. So what if there is something going on with me and Tristan? You don't have a say in what I can and cannot do anymore, Dean."
Dean snorted and turned to walk away. "Just don't come crawling back when he dumps you after getting you in bed. He's only after your body."
Rory stared after him, wide eyed.
*****
"Now let me get this straight, he actually had the nerve to say you'd come crawling back to him?" Lorelai gasped, settling down next to Rory with a big bag of M&M's in one hand and a pot of coffee in the other.
Rory reached into the bag, extracting all the blue M&M's before responding with a nod. "And he said he's only after my body, that he'll dump me once he gets me in bed. I don't know Mom, what if Dean's right? What if all I am is another conquest to him?"
Lorelai set the pot of coffee down on the floor next to the couch and opened her arms to her daughter, who promptly fell into them. "I don't think so, Ror. I've seen the way he looks at you, with this look of absolute adoration in his eyes. Dean's just jealous."
Rory conceded this point, having witnessed that look herself the day before. Not to mention the way his lips felt on hers... "What am I supposed to say to him now though? I mean, I just kissed him, out of nowhere. I don't just kiss people." Rory said, ignoring the fact that Dean had said the same thing to her earlier.
Lorelai grinned. "You just kissed him before, didn't you?"
Rory groaned. "Thats different, I didnt like him like that then! And Dean and I had just broken up..." she stopped, realizing the irony of the situation.
"Mmhmm. Just follow your heart sweetie, everything will work out."
*****
Monday Morning, Chilton
Tristan stared at her from afar. He wanted to go over there, God, did he. He wanted to tease her, banter with her, give her his trademark smirk, as if things were the way they had been before Saturday had come. Before their lips had met in that sacred dance for the second time. Before he had fallen head over heels completely in love with her. After she had kissed him, the way he felt could not compare in the slightest bit to the way he had before. Before it had been bearable to be around her without touching her. Well, almost bearable at least. Now, the very thought of being within five feet of her scared him, he knew he couldn't control himself. So he resounded to avoiding her. It wasn't that he wanted to, but more like that of a need. So much for any hopes of being friends.
Friends, that word left a sour taste in his mouth. Granted, Tristan would much rather be her friend than nobody to her, but after the height of passion he had felt, he needed more. All or nothing. Down the hall, he watched her pick her bookbag off the floor, glancing around. Probably looking for him, he guessed. Instinctively, he ducked behind a row of lockers, sighing deeply. His thoughts overtook his reality, causing him to jump when his friend Gary Shaw punched him good naturedly in the shoulder.
"Hey, DuGrey."
Tristan snapped to attention. "Hey, Shaw," he echoed the greeting, knowing it was painfully obvious something was amiss.
And Gary picked up on this, having known Tristan since their early childhood. "Whats up?"
Shrugging, Tristan plastered a fake smile to his face. "Nothing. Gotta get to class, I'll see you later."
Gary watched his friends retreating form, a smile crossing his features. He had seen him making googly eyes at that Gilmore chick earlier and was now positive Tristan had gone and fallen in love. "Just don't screw this one up, DuGrey," Gary muttered, heading in the direction of his first hour.
*****
Rory scanned the lunch room in a vain attempt to find Tristan. They had no morning classes together, so it wasn't all that surprising that she hadn't seen him yet, but she had the sinking feeling that he was avoiding her. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a glimmer of blond make a hasty exit. Dropping the food she hadn't gotten the chance to eat into the garbage bin, she took off after him. Rory found him, leaning against his locker, his shoulders drooping. As she drew closer, she became more and more aware that something was wrong, that he was battling some kind of inner battle.
"Tristan?" She called hesitantly.
Tristan visably tensed at the sound of her voice. He knew she would follow him out here. Slowly, he turned around to face her, but refused to meet her eyes. "Hey, Mary."
Rory stepped a little closer, a concerned look on her face. "Whats wrong, Tristan?"
Tristan shrugged. "Nothing, don't worry about it."
"Tris..." Rory started, coming closer still. "Why are you avoiding me?" She asked quietly.
Tristan tugged at the coller of his shirt, feeling increasingly warm with each step she took towards him. This confrontation was going to be the end of him. But back to her question. How was he supposed to answer that? He couldn't tell her he was doing it because he loved her. Or could he? She was the one who kissed him, after all. "Im not," He protested hoarsely.
Rory's heart swelled at the husky emotion filled voice he spoke those words in. It took all the willpower she held not to throw her arms around him and kiss him madly. "Yes, you are."
His shoulders dropped again and he leaned further into the locker, as if he were trying to disappear. "I just cant...."
"You just cant what, Tristan? Please, tell me," Rory pressed.
Sighing in defeat, Tristan lifted his gaze to meet hers. "I just can't be around you like this anymore, Rory. I can't pretend I don't feel anything for you when all I can do is think otherwise. I can't be your friend when all I want to do is kiss you." He stopped, glancing at her to gauge her reaction. It was nothing like he had expected....
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Evil, aren't I? I always end chapters at the absolute worst time. Sorry that this is so short and uninstresting.. I'll try and not make the next chapter suck so much. Your reviews/comments, as always, are greatly appreciated it. Let me know what I can do to make this story better (suggestions on events, please. mind..is..blank..). Gracias for reading :)
*~* Shay *~*
Thanks : To all of you and your kind reviews. This chapters for you!
Feedback : Is as necessary as air, water, food and all that good stuff. Pleasssseeeee, it does the heart good :)
Authors Note : I have no clue where Im taking this story, I really don't. All I know is that its Trory all the way. I have no idea what Im going to write in this chapter, so I apologize in advance if I end up bouncing around too much, forgetting small details (and possibly some larger ones) and throwing things way out of proportion. In reality, that's just how I am. I'll try to keep things somewhat understandable :)
Chapter 10
Rory spun around, nearly dropping the sacred liquid that resided inside her styrofoam cup. "Dean, hi."
"You just broke up with me so you could run to him, is that it? God, Rory, I thought what we had was good." Dean accused, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"What?" Rory sputtered, completely taken aback. "What are you talking about?"
"Give it up, Rory, I'm not an idiot and Im most definately not blind. I saw you kiss him yesterday."
"You were spying on me?" Rory asked.
Dean gave her a bothered look. "I didn't have to spy. As soon as he showed up at your door it was all over town. I was just walking down the street. Its a free country you know, I am allowed to do that."
Rory shook her head. "You were spying on me."
"You still kissed him."
"I never said I didn't."
"We only broke up three days ago and you're already kissing somebody else? And not just anyone, but him?" Dean argued.
Rory sighed, kicking some snow around absentmindedly. "This is exactly why we broke up, Dean. I can't take this jealousy thing you've got going on. Theres nothing going on between Tristan and I." She argued back, her mind screaming the exact opposite. There was something going on between them, but she wasn't sure what just yet.
Dean stared at her, disbelief apparent on his face. "You're not the type of person to just go around kissing people that theres nothing going on with."
"Now you're an expert on the type of person I am?" Rory shot back. "I dont believe this. So what if there is something going on with me and Tristan? You don't have a say in what I can and cannot do anymore, Dean."
Dean snorted and turned to walk away. "Just don't come crawling back when he dumps you after getting you in bed. He's only after your body."
Rory stared after him, wide eyed.
*****
"Now let me get this straight, he actually had the nerve to say you'd come crawling back to him?" Lorelai gasped, settling down next to Rory with a big bag of M&M's in one hand and a pot of coffee in the other.
Rory reached into the bag, extracting all the blue M&M's before responding with a nod. "And he said he's only after my body, that he'll dump me once he gets me in bed. I don't know Mom, what if Dean's right? What if all I am is another conquest to him?"
Lorelai set the pot of coffee down on the floor next to the couch and opened her arms to her daughter, who promptly fell into them. "I don't think so, Ror. I've seen the way he looks at you, with this look of absolute adoration in his eyes. Dean's just jealous."
Rory conceded this point, having witnessed that look herself the day before. Not to mention the way his lips felt on hers... "What am I supposed to say to him now though? I mean, I just kissed him, out of nowhere. I don't just kiss people." Rory said, ignoring the fact that Dean had said the same thing to her earlier.
Lorelai grinned. "You just kissed him before, didn't you?"
Rory groaned. "Thats different, I didnt like him like that then! And Dean and I had just broken up..." she stopped, realizing the irony of the situation.
"Mmhmm. Just follow your heart sweetie, everything will work out."
*****
Monday Morning, Chilton
Tristan stared at her from afar. He wanted to go over there, God, did he. He wanted to tease her, banter with her, give her his trademark smirk, as if things were the way they had been before Saturday had come. Before their lips had met in that sacred dance for the second time. Before he had fallen head over heels completely in love with her. After she had kissed him, the way he felt could not compare in the slightest bit to the way he had before. Before it had been bearable to be around her without touching her. Well, almost bearable at least. Now, the very thought of being within five feet of her scared him, he knew he couldn't control himself. So he resounded to avoiding her. It wasn't that he wanted to, but more like that of a need. So much for any hopes of being friends.
Friends, that word left a sour taste in his mouth. Granted, Tristan would much rather be her friend than nobody to her, but after the height of passion he had felt, he needed more. All or nothing. Down the hall, he watched her pick her bookbag off the floor, glancing around. Probably looking for him, he guessed. Instinctively, he ducked behind a row of lockers, sighing deeply. His thoughts overtook his reality, causing him to jump when his friend Gary Shaw punched him good naturedly in the shoulder.
"Hey, DuGrey."
Tristan snapped to attention. "Hey, Shaw," he echoed the greeting, knowing it was painfully obvious something was amiss.
And Gary picked up on this, having known Tristan since their early childhood. "Whats up?"
Shrugging, Tristan plastered a fake smile to his face. "Nothing. Gotta get to class, I'll see you later."
Gary watched his friends retreating form, a smile crossing his features. He had seen him making googly eyes at that Gilmore chick earlier and was now positive Tristan had gone and fallen in love. "Just don't screw this one up, DuGrey," Gary muttered, heading in the direction of his first hour.
*****
Rory scanned the lunch room in a vain attempt to find Tristan. They had no morning classes together, so it wasn't all that surprising that she hadn't seen him yet, but she had the sinking feeling that he was avoiding her. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a glimmer of blond make a hasty exit. Dropping the food she hadn't gotten the chance to eat into the garbage bin, she took off after him. Rory found him, leaning against his locker, his shoulders drooping. As she drew closer, she became more and more aware that something was wrong, that he was battling some kind of inner battle.
"Tristan?" She called hesitantly.
Tristan visably tensed at the sound of her voice. He knew she would follow him out here. Slowly, he turned around to face her, but refused to meet her eyes. "Hey, Mary."
Rory stepped a little closer, a concerned look on her face. "Whats wrong, Tristan?"
Tristan shrugged. "Nothing, don't worry about it."
"Tris..." Rory started, coming closer still. "Why are you avoiding me?" She asked quietly.
Tristan tugged at the coller of his shirt, feeling increasingly warm with each step she took towards him. This confrontation was going to be the end of him. But back to her question. How was he supposed to answer that? He couldn't tell her he was doing it because he loved her. Or could he? She was the one who kissed him, after all. "Im not," He protested hoarsely.
Rory's heart swelled at the husky emotion filled voice he spoke those words in. It took all the willpower she held not to throw her arms around him and kiss him madly. "Yes, you are."
His shoulders dropped again and he leaned further into the locker, as if he were trying to disappear. "I just cant...."
"You just cant what, Tristan? Please, tell me," Rory pressed.
Sighing in defeat, Tristan lifted his gaze to meet hers. "I just can't be around you like this anymore, Rory. I can't pretend I don't feel anything for you when all I can do is think otherwise. I can't be your friend when all I want to do is kiss you." He stopped, glancing at her to gauge her reaction. It was nothing like he had expected....
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Evil, aren't I? I always end chapters at the absolute worst time. Sorry that this is so short and uninstresting.. I'll try and not make the next chapter suck so much. Your reviews/comments, as always, are greatly appreciated it. Let me know what I can do to make this story better (suggestions on events, please. mind..is..blank..). Gracias for reading :)
*~* Shay *~*