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Tears Chapter 5
Rory was at school. Lorelai had offered to let her stay home, but Rory didn't think she should miss a day of school, for fear of having trouble getting caught up. Paris popped up by her locker. "Hey, Rory."
"Please, Paris, leave me alone."
"No. Why is it you think you can breeze into my school and take Tristan? You mean nothing to him. You're just another conquest. No one cares about you, no one wants you around here." Rory stared at Paris and tears slowly streamed down her cheeks.
"Paris, I didn't try to 'take' Tristan. He doesn't even like me. I hate you." Paris smiled smugly. Little did she know that what she had said wasn't what really made her cry. It was just on top of everything that had happened that made Rory touchy. Rory sobbed loudly and ran away, leaving her locker open and her bag on the ground. She ran smack into Tristan's firm body and fell to the ground. "Whoa, Mary, what's your hurry?" Tristan looked down at Rory, who was sprawled on the floor. He noticed she was crying and he looked at her locker and saw Paris looking smug. Tristan bent down on his knees and touched Rory's cheek. He wiped her tears away with the pad of his thumb. He asked in a gentle voice, "Rory, what happened?" Rory leaned into his touch. Tears were still dripping down her face. Tristan gathered her in his arms and held her. Rory buried her head into his chest and breathed in his cologne. A few minutes later, Rory pulled away. As if she realized for the first time what she was doing, she scooted back. People had crowded around the two who were hugging in the middle of the hallway. Rory jumped back. "I'm...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to!" Rory hopped to her feet and started to back away from Tristan. He stood up.
"Rory, what happened?"
"Nothing, nothing. Just leave me alone." Rory ran out of the huge building with Tristan calling after her. "RORY! RORY! DON'T RUN!" She ran away from the school and away from Tristan.
Rory rode the bus home and ran straight into Lorelai's arms at the Inn.
"What's wrong, Sweets?" Rory told her the story. Lorelai nodded knowingly.
"You liked having Tristan hold you, huh?"
"No. Yes. I don't know."
"My baby's growing up."
Rory smiled, "I feel terrible right now."
"I'll write you a note for school. You want to go wallow?"
"I don't like to wallow?"
"It's part of the process. We've been through this before."
"Yeah. It's always because of Dean, too!"
"We can talk about Evil One."
"No! We'll watch Josh Hartnett movies and talk about how their should be guys like him in the world, OK?"
"Works for me."
"Can you leave the Inn?" Lorelai grinned evilly.
"No, but I'm going to anyways. Michel will get that angry look on his face and his voice will go up a notch or two while he complains about being overworked! That should cheer you up." Rory smiled as they linked arms and walked to the jeep.
The phone rang several times that night. Each time a message was left.
"Hey, this is Tristan. I need to talk to you Rory." "Tristan again. Rory I need you to tell me if your alright." "Guess third times not the charm. Rory, I... I'm worried about you."
"Give you three guesses who this is. Rory, please call me. What was wrong today?"
At lease 5 more messages similar to that were left. Lorelai and Rory would listen. Finally, Lorelai said, "That boy cares for you."
"No, he doesn't. He loves to hurt me."
"I don't know, Ror."
"I don't want to talk about it."
"OK, but I think you like him."
"You like Luke!"
"What? No! Never!"
"You do." Lorelai tossed a pillow at Rory's head. Rory giggled.
Lorelai asked, "Feeling better?"
"A little."
"Time for bed?"
"Yep." The two went their separate ways and went to bed.
Tears Chapter 5
Rory was at school. Lorelai had offered to let her stay home, but Rory didn't think she should miss a day of school, for fear of having trouble getting caught up. Paris popped up by her locker. "Hey, Rory."
"Please, Paris, leave me alone."
"No. Why is it you think you can breeze into my school and take Tristan? You mean nothing to him. You're just another conquest. No one cares about you, no one wants you around here." Rory stared at Paris and tears slowly streamed down her cheeks.
"Paris, I didn't try to 'take' Tristan. He doesn't even like me. I hate you." Paris smiled smugly. Little did she know that what she had said wasn't what really made her cry. It was just on top of everything that had happened that made Rory touchy. Rory sobbed loudly and ran away, leaving her locker open and her bag on the ground. She ran smack into Tristan's firm body and fell to the ground. "Whoa, Mary, what's your hurry?" Tristan looked down at Rory, who was sprawled on the floor. He noticed she was crying and he looked at her locker and saw Paris looking smug. Tristan bent down on his knees and touched Rory's cheek. He wiped her tears away with the pad of his thumb. He asked in a gentle voice, "Rory, what happened?" Rory leaned into his touch. Tears were still dripping down her face. Tristan gathered her in his arms and held her. Rory buried her head into his chest and breathed in his cologne. A few minutes later, Rory pulled away. As if she realized for the first time what she was doing, she scooted back. People had crowded around the two who were hugging in the middle of the hallway. Rory jumped back. "I'm...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to!" Rory hopped to her feet and started to back away from Tristan. He stood up.
"Rory, what happened?"
"Nothing, nothing. Just leave me alone." Rory ran out of the huge building with Tristan calling after her. "RORY! RORY! DON'T RUN!" She ran away from the school and away from Tristan.
Rory rode the bus home and ran straight into Lorelai's arms at the Inn.
"What's wrong, Sweets?" Rory told her the story. Lorelai nodded knowingly.
"You liked having Tristan hold you, huh?"
"No. Yes. I don't know."
"My baby's growing up."
Rory smiled, "I feel terrible right now."
"I'll write you a note for school. You want to go wallow?"
"I don't like to wallow?"
"It's part of the process. We've been through this before."
"Yeah. It's always because of Dean, too!"
"We can talk about Evil One."
"No! We'll watch Josh Hartnett movies and talk about how their should be guys like him in the world, OK?"
"Works for me."
"Can you leave the Inn?" Lorelai grinned evilly.
"No, but I'm going to anyways. Michel will get that angry look on his face and his voice will go up a notch or two while he complains about being overworked! That should cheer you up." Rory smiled as they linked arms and walked to the jeep.
The phone rang several times that night. Each time a message was left.
"Hey, this is Tristan. I need to talk to you Rory." "Tristan again. Rory I need you to tell me if your alright." "Guess third times not the charm. Rory, I... I'm worried about you."
"Give you three guesses who this is. Rory, please call me. What was wrong today?"
At lease 5 more messages similar to that were left. Lorelai and Rory would listen. Finally, Lorelai said, "That boy cares for you."
"No, he doesn't. He loves to hurt me."
"I don't know, Ror."
"I don't want to talk about it."
"OK, but I think you like him."
"You like Luke!"
"What? No! Never!"
"You do." Lorelai tossed a pillow at Rory's head. Rory giggled.
Lorelai asked, "Feeling better?"
"A little."
"Time for bed?"
"Yep." The two went their separate ways and went to bed.