"So Sexy" by munkie
Chapter 7: He is Tristan's best friend. No – It's impossible!
The next day when I got to school I found Tristan leaning against my locker. He looked up as I approached. A slow smirk spread across his face. "Hey."
"Um, hi." My voice was timid. 'How was I supposed to talk to him after yesterday?'
"I'm just here to inform you that this isn't over. You better watch your back, because this war has just become personal." His smirk was firmly in place, taunting me.
"Oh I'm ready and I think you better watch out." I gave him a smirk of my own.
He shook his head and walked away. I watched him until I couldn't see him anymore then fell against my locker. 'That boy is infuriating…'
There was a loud banging noise next to me. I lifted my head to see Paris glaring straight at me. "Hello Paris. Is there's something I can do for you?"
"You hung up on me yesterday."
"That I did."
"Why?"
"I had to be some where."
"I think you're just trying to avoid my questions."
"So what if I am?"
"Tell me. What's going on with you and Tristan? Why do you continue to kiss him? Hmm…? Answer me damn it!"
"Paris get a life and stay out of mine!" I turned and stalked away not even bothering to get the book I need for second period. I'd just have to make a quick stop between periods…
~*~
When I walked into class he was already there. I had to walk past him to get to my seat. I squared my shoulders and started to quickly walk past but as I was going past him I dropped a paper. He bent down and picked it up for me and on his way up he ran his hand tantalizingly up my leg. I shivered. When he handed me my paper I whispered, "Thanks," and ran past him to my seat. When I looked back he was smirking. 'Grr… He's going to pay for that."
I stood up and walked to the back of the room to sharpen my pencil. On my way back I "accidentally" dropped it right in front of him. I bent down and making sure he was looking, picked it up. I could hear him groan and I smiled giddily. 'Taunt for a taunt.'
The rest of the class went by uneventfully. All I did was take notes… Then as I was leaving Tristan came up behind and put his arms on my waist, bent his head down and whispered in my ear, "You're getting better. I didn't know you had it in you." His voice was husky and I felt my knees start to go weak. Being in such close proximity to him was really affecting me.
The moment I felt my knees buckle was the moment he decided to let go. I almost fell but I caught myself before I hit the ground. 'Damn him! It's not fair, he's been playing this game a lot longer then I have!'
~*~
I had her exactly where I wanted her. No one could beat me at my own game. If she ever realized the power she had over me then it would be a different matter, but as long as she's as naïve as she is… well I am going to win.
I left her quaking in my wake. I saw the glaze look in her eyes and the way she almost fell. She was giving in. This is going to be too easy.
Or so I thought…
~*~
At lunch I couldn't find her. My eyes probed the room but she wasn't anywhere to be found. I sighed and focused on my lunch and my friends talking mindlessly around me. Big mistake…
When I finally did look up it was just in time to see her waltzing into the cafeteria. Something had change, it wasn't just her demeanor, there was something else. Her attitude was different. I lost myself in a reverie of curves, smirks and twinkling eyes.
I came back to reality when I felt a lightweight settling on my lap. I looked up to see her smiling down at me. Her voice was seductive and taunting and she said, "Hey. Miss me?"
This time I groaned aloud. All conversation at my table had ceased. My friends were staring intently at me. I could tell they were trying to hold in their comments. "Sure. Why not?" I mumbled almost incoherently.
She leaned down, moving her butt in the process, and nipped at my ear antagonizingly. Then she whispered, "You know you miss." Twisting her head she came in contact with my lips, kissing me deeply. Again, she did that thing with her tongue where she licks my lower lip after she's done kissing me before bouncing off in the other direction.
I stared after until I couldn't see her anymore. When I turned back I was suddenly aware of all the laughter going on at my table. My friends were laughing hysterically and throwing comments around. I caught a few of them as I stood up to leave. They were something like, "Dugrey's got it bad," "that Gilmore chick really knows how to mess a guy up," and someone saying in a confused voice, "since when have they been going out?" I heard someone smack him and continue laughing.
I was almost out of the door when my friend, John, came up and grabbed my arm. He was trying to talk to me through fits of laughter. "Man… Y-… Oh, man… You HAVE GOT to do something about that girl!"
"Oh yeah? And what do you propose that I do?"
"I don't know man but you've got to do SOMETHING. She's OBVIOUSLY got a thing for you."
"No, she doesn't. She's trying to prove to me that she can beat me at my own game and frankly, I'm started to believe she can. God! She's driving me insane! Never in my life has a girl gotten to me so badly!" I whispered harshly.
"Exactly why you should go do something about it!" He said then turned and left.
I huffed and walked away. 'Sometimes John is a major pain in the ass…'
~*~
'I can't believe I did that! It's like… I become more aggressive and assertive around him! Oh my God! I feel so alive. Wait – Why do I feel like that?
'Oh God! Why does everything I do have to turn into something that's questionable and throws me off track? It's not supposed to be like that! I'm supposed to feel good for out-witting him! Grr… I blame this on him! Damn him!'
But that's not all I had to worry about…
"What the hell was that all about?"
"What?"
"You. In the cafeteria. With Tristan. Kissing him!"
"Oh. That."
"Yeah, that!"
"It was nothing."
"It sure didn't seem like NOTHING!"
"It was NOTHING, Paris. Please leave me alone. I need to think right now."
"What? Think about your feelings for Tristan?"
"I don't have feelings for Tristan!"
"That's what you always say. You're just in denial."
"Why do you continue to think that if it bothers you so much?"
"I – I – Shut up!" Paris turned and left me there. I smiled in triumph. I'd actually stumped Paris Gellar!"
I turned back to my locker and took out the books I needed when a hand came down and rested on Paris' locker. I looked over to see a smiling guy. I raised my eyebrow at him. He stuck out his hand and said, "Hi. I'm John. Tristan's best friend."
"Oh." I shook his hand. "Rory."
"I know who you are."
"Oh." I scrunched up my eyebrow in confusion. "How? I've been going to this school for two years now and nobody knows who I am…"
"Believe me, a lot more people know who you are than you think they do."
"Oh. Kay."
"Well it just so happens there is a reason for my visit."
"Okay. Spill."
"Well you see, as I am Tristan's friend, it's my duty to correct his errors and tell him to stop being such an ass and get over himself."
"Um, okay. I'm not following."
"Tristan is head over heels in love with you!"
"What!"
"Okay, so maybe he isn't IN LOVE with you, after all he is only 17, but he certainly is IN LIKE with you."
"What! Since when? What! How did this happen? You're confusing me! Please help out here and explain." I was baffled. 'How could Tristan like me? It had always been a game to him.'
"It's simple really. Boy is the king of his school. New Girl shows up. Boy falls in love with Girl. Throws his world out of control. Girl doesn't realize Boy's in love with her. And of course we can't forget the angry blonde who's jealous," he said while glancing in the direction Paris had just left. Then he looked back at me and commented, "You really can't be THAT oblivious?"
"I am! I am!"
He smirked and I blinked. His smirk was almost the twin of Tristan's.
"Why are you telling me this?"
"I told you, I'm Tristan's best friend and I'm fixing his mistakes."
"But – Uh – You've got to excuse me. This is all coming as a complete shock!"
"It shouldn't be. It's so obvious! Have you seen the way he looks at you?"
I didn't know what to say. 'What was I supposed to say anyways? How could Tristan like me? No. This was impossible.' I looked back over at John. 'Damn that stupid smirk.'
"Just think about what I said. Okay? He's really not a bad guy. He's just always wearing this façade because he doesn't know any better. Give him a chance." With that said he turned and left. All I could do was stare after him.
'This could NOT be happening.'
~*~
Okay… So I know I've like abandoned this story, but I have a good excuse! I was really, extremely sick and then I just got all this inspiration for another story I'm writing. You should check it out. It's called, "Shadowed Perfection." I think it's getting really good. However that's my opinion and I AM the author so you shouldn't really believe me. Okay so whatever. Remember to review. And I really am sorry about not updating. I'm working on the eighth chapter now.
Chapter 7: He is Tristan's best friend. No – It's impossible!
The next day when I got to school I found Tristan leaning against my locker. He looked up as I approached. A slow smirk spread across his face. "Hey."
"Um, hi." My voice was timid. 'How was I supposed to talk to him after yesterday?'
"I'm just here to inform you that this isn't over. You better watch your back, because this war has just become personal." His smirk was firmly in place, taunting me.
"Oh I'm ready and I think you better watch out." I gave him a smirk of my own.
He shook his head and walked away. I watched him until I couldn't see him anymore then fell against my locker. 'That boy is infuriating…'
There was a loud banging noise next to me. I lifted my head to see Paris glaring straight at me. "Hello Paris. Is there's something I can do for you?"
"You hung up on me yesterday."
"That I did."
"Why?"
"I had to be some where."
"I think you're just trying to avoid my questions."
"So what if I am?"
"Tell me. What's going on with you and Tristan? Why do you continue to kiss him? Hmm…? Answer me damn it!"
"Paris get a life and stay out of mine!" I turned and stalked away not even bothering to get the book I need for second period. I'd just have to make a quick stop between periods…
~*~
When I walked into class he was already there. I had to walk past him to get to my seat. I squared my shoulders and started to quickly walk past but as I was going past him I dropped a paper. He bent down and picked it up for me and on his way up he ran his hand tantalizingly up my leg. I shivered. When he handed me my paper I whispered, "Thanks," and ran past him to my seat. When I looked back he was smirking. 'Grr… He's going to pay for that."
I stood up and walked to the back of the room to sharpen my pencil. On my way back I "accidentally" dropped it right in front of him. I bent down and making sure he was looking, picked it up. I could hear him groan and I smiled giddily. 'Taunt for a taunt.'
The rest of the class went by uneventfully. All I did was take notes… Then as I was leaving Tristan came up behind and put his arms on my waist, bent his head down and whispered in my ear, "You're getting better. I didn't know you had it in you." His voice was husky and I felt my knees start to go weak. Being in such close proximity to him was really affecting me.
The moment I felt my knees buckle was the moment he decided to let go. I almost fell but I caught myself before I hit the ground. 'Damn him! It's not fair, he's been playing this game a lot longer then I have!'
~*~
I had her exactly where I wanted her. No one could beat me at my own game. If she ever realized the power she had over me then it would be a different matter, but as long as she's as naïve as she is… well I am going to win.
I left her quaking in my wake. I saw the glaze look in her eyes and the way she almost fell. She was giving in. This is going to be too easy.
Or so I thought…
~*~
At lunch I couldn't find her. My eyes probed the room but she wasn't anywhere to be found. I sighed and focused on my lunch and my friends talking mindlessly around me. Big mistake…
When I finally did look up it was just in time to see her waltzing into the cafeteria. Something had change, it wasn't just her demeanor, there was something else. Her attitude was different. I lost myself in a reverie of curves, smirks and twinkling eyes.
I came back to reality when I felt a lightweight settling on my lap. I looked up to see her smiling down at me. Her voice was seductive and taunting and she said, "Hey. Miss me?"
This time I groaned aloud. All conversation at my table had ceased. My friends were staring intently at me. I could tell they were trying to hold in their comments. "Sure. Why not?" I mumbled almost incoherently.
She leaned down, moving her butt in the process, and nipped at my ear antagonizingly. Then she whispered, "You know you miss." Twisting her head she came in contact with my lips, kissing me deeply. Again, she did that thing with her tongue where she licks my lower lip after she's done kissing me before bouncing off in the other direction.
I stared after until I couldn't see her anymore. When I turned back I was suddenly aware of all the laughter going on at my table. My friends were laughing hysterically and throwing comments around. I caught a few of them as I stood up to leave. They were something like, "Dugrey's got it bad," "that Gilmore chick really knows how to mess a guy up," and someone saying in a confused voice, "since when have they been going out?" I heard someone smack him and continue laughing.
I was almost out of the door when my friend, John, came up and grabbed my arm. He was trying to talk to me through fits of laughter. "Man… Y-… Oh, man… You HAVE GOT to do something about that girl!"
"Oh yeah? And what do you propose that I do?"
"I don't know man but you've got to do SOMETHING. She's OBVIOUSLY got a thing for you."
"No, she doesn't. She's trying to prove to me that she can beat me at my own game and frankly, I'm started to believe she can. God! She's driving me insane! Never in my life has a girl gotten to me so badly!" I whispered harshly.
"Exactly why you should go do something about it!" He said then turned and left.
I huffed and walked away. 'Sometimes John is a major pain in the ass…'
~*~
'I can't believe I did that! It's like… I become more aggressive and assertive around him! Oh my God! I feel so alive. Wait – Why do I feel like that?
'Oh God! Why does everything I do have to turn into something that's questionable and throws me off track? It's not supposed to be like that! I'm supposed to feel good for out-witting him! Grr… I blame this on him! Damn him!'
But that's not all I had to worry about…
"What the hell was that all about?"
"What?"
"You. In the cafeteria. With Tristan. Kissing him!"
"Oh. That."
"Yeah, that!"
"It was nothing."
"It sure didn't seem like NOTHING!"
"It was NOTHING, Paris. Please leave me alone. I need to think right now."
"What? Think about your feelings for Tristan?"
"I don't have feelings for Tristan!"
"That's what you always say. You're just in denial."
"Why do you continue to think that if it bothers you so much?"
"I – I – Shut up!" Paris turned and left me there. I smiled in triumph. I'd actually stumped Paris Gellar!"
I turned back to my locker and took out the books I needed when a hand came down and rested on Paris' locker. I looked over to see a smiling guy. I raised my eyebrow at him. He stuck out his hand and said, "Hi. I'm John. Tristan's best friend."
"Oh." I shook his hand. "Rory."
"I know who you are."
"Oh." I scrunched up my eyebrow in confusion. "How? I've been going to this school for two years now and nobody knows who I am…"
"Believe me, a lot more people know who you are than you think they do."
"Oh. Kay."
"Well it just so happens there is a reason for my visit."
"Okay. Spill."
"Well you see, as I am Tristan's friend, it's my duty to correct his errors and tell him to stop being such an ass and get over himself."
"Um, okay. I'm not following."
"Tristan is head over heels in love with you!"
"What!"
"Okay, so maybe he isn't IN LOVE with you, after all he is only 17, but he certainly is IN LIKE with you."
"What! Since when? What! How did this happen? You're confusing me! Please help out here and explain." I was baffled. 'How could Tristan like me? It had always been a game to him.'
"It's simple really. Boy is the king of his school. New Girl shows up. Boy falls in love with Girl. Throws his world out of control. Girl doesn't realize Boy's in love with her. And of course we can't forget the angry blonde who's jealous," he said while glancing in the direction Paris had just left. Then he looked back at me and commented, "You really can't be THAT oblivious?"
"I am! I am!"
He smirked and I blinked. His smirk was almost the twin of Tristan's.
"Why are you telling me this?"
"I told you, I'm Tristan's best friend and I'm fixing his mistakes."
"But – Uh – You've got to excuse me. This is all coming as a complete shock!"
"It shouldn't be. It's so obvious! Have you seen the way he looks at you?"
I didn't know what to say. 'What was I supposed to say anyways? How could Tristan like me? No. This was impossible.' I looked back over at John. 'Damn that stupid smirk.'
"Just think about what I said. Okay? He's really not a bad guy. He's just always wearing this façade because he doesn't know any better. Give him a chance." With that said he turned and left. All I could do was stare after him.
'This could NOT be happening.'
~*~
Okay… So I know I've like abandoned this story, but I have a good excuse! I was really, extremely sick and then I just got all this inspiration for another story I'm writing. You should check it out. It's called, "Shadowed Perfection." I think it's getting really good. However that's my opinion and I AM the author so you shouldn't really believe me. Okay so whatever. Remember to review. And I really am sorry about not updating. I'm working on the eighth chapter now.