King of Fools
Chapter 5 Where the White Rabbit Leads....
Disclaimer: I don't own anything associated with the WB. I will not receive one red cent off of writing this, which I do so purely for my enjoyment and the enjoyment of the people nice enough to read my work. If you really want to sue, go ahead, I am as poor as a college student because Boston has never heard of reasonable rent.
AN: Thanks to all that have been reading this story. I am really sorry that it has taken so long to put up. I have been really busy, work, class at Harvard Extension (Human Physiology Rocks), volunteering at Mass General and that whole mass destruction and people dying thing. Hopefully I will have time to update again soon (especially if I keep the ferrets caged while I am writing and they don't unplug my computer again and make me lose the whole story, sigh). Well I am going to stop babbling now before the author's note becomes longer than the update ^_~ Enjoy.
P.S. Shout out to Knees!!!!
"... And there was blood all over the place. It was disgusting. Rory was unconscious forever and...."
Paris put her finger over Nathan's mouth. "Shhhh, your gift for hyperbole astounds me. You're going to give poor Tristan here a heart attack. It wasn't that bad, Rory feel down the stairs and split her head open. She was unconscious until the EMS arrived and the end result was four hours in the ER, 10 stitches, and a mild concussion. Don't let drama-boy over here get under your skin; he just likes to ruffle feathers until you can't take it anymore. It is best to ignore him."
"You couldn't ignore me if you tried, Patella Princess."
Paris arched an eyebrow. "I chose not to ignore you because you have other purposes." Seeing that Nathan was sufficiently admonished she turned her attention back to Tristan. "So she probably won't be in today. So you can relax and sit with us if you want to."
Tristan glanced at Nathan, whose brow was furrowed in intense concentration, trying to develop a witty comeback, and then refocused on Paris. "As tempting as that offer is, I think that I would rather not be around when the rat finally finds its way through the maze to the cheese. Nathan, tell her to go easy on the experimentation. I don't know if you can handle anymore negative reinforcement."
"Who said anything about negative reinforcement?" leered Paris.
Tristan gave her a quizzical look and rushed to his seat as the teacher entered the room.
So, Bag Boy is leaving for the Windy City? Hmmm.... I wonder where the White Rabbit is going to lead? Tristan smiled as he leaned back in his chair, visions of a black-vinyl-clad -Rory pulling at the back of his imagination as he tried desperately to concentrate on the lecture.
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Neither Paris nor Nathan's description of Friday's events had quite prepared Tristan for seeing Rory the next day. A large bandage covered her forehead and there were a few bruises on her legs. But it was her expression that troubled Tristan the most. She looked completely and utterly lost. Even in her most troubled times at Chilton, Rory had always maintained and undertone of self-determination. The complete hopelessness of her demeanor brought forth a surge of protective emotions from deep within Tristan. He wanted to hurt whomever broke her spirit, and even more he wanted to hold her and tell her that everything would be ok. Well, one foot in front of the other Dugrey.
"Rory?"
Rory's breath caught. Of all the people she didn't want to have to deal with today.
"Yes.." she replied, staring intently at the back of her locker.
"I, well... I heard what happened and I wanted to make sure that you are all right. I know that we aren't exactly on the best of terms, but if you need any help, with classes or just an ear..."
Rory's head snapped towards Tristan. Her eyes blazed with anger. "Do you really think that I would ever ask you for help!?! You think that you can come over here, offer some half-ass apology and because I just went through personal road trip through the down under, and I don't mean Australia, I will role over and be vulnerable to your so called charms? Well Tristan, news flash. Just because poor Rory fell down and hit her head, it does not mean that I am any more willing to fall all over you then I ever was. I don't have amnesia. I remember every time you went out of your way to make me miserable. I don't need sympathy, Tristan. Especially not from you!"
Pain and anger flashed in Tristan's eyes as he abruptly turned and walked away.
Her shoulders sagging, Rory let out a long sigh. She hadn't meant to say those things. He was just a convenient target for her anger, but she didn't have the energy to call him back to explain. He would get over it soon; it wasn't like he was exactly human anyway. Making her way to the bathroom, Rory slide down the cold tile wall and come to rest on the floor. Fighting back the tears, she buried her head in her arms, wondering if she was herself exactly human anymore.
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RING
"Damn it Damien, I told you to stop calling! I don't care if you claim to have found the secret to Sting-like-Tantra, I am not interested. I would rather be strung up by my own entrails while playing the banjo and eating pulled pork then ever see you again..."
"She hates me."
"Wallace??? I am sorry, I really need to get the battery-thingy on the caller ID replaced. Wait a minute... she hates you? Tell the Jessi all about it."
"Well, it all started when I approached her at her locker...."
TBC
Chapter 5 Where the White Rabbit Leads....
Disclaimer: I don't own anything associated with the WB. I will not receive one red cent off of writing this, which I do so purely for my enjoyment and the enjoyment of the people nice enough to read my work. If you really want to sue, go ahead, I am as poor as a college student because Boston has never heard of reasonable rent.
AN: Thanks to all that have been reading this story. I am really sorry that it has taken so long to put up. I have been really busy, work, class at Harvard Extension (Human Physiology Rocks), volunteering at Mass General and that whole mass destruction and people dying thing. Hopefully I will have time to update again soon (especially if I keep the ferrets caged while I am writing and they don't unplug my computer again and make me lose the whole story, sigh). Well I am going to stop babbling now before the author's note becomes longer than the update ^_~ Enjoy.
P.S. Shout out to Knees!!!!
"... And there was blood all over the place. It was disgusting. Rory was unconscious forever and...."
Paris put her finger over Nathan's mouth. "Shhhh, your gift for hyperbole astounds me. You're going to give poor Tristan here a heart attack. It wasn't that bad, Rory feel down the stairs and split her head open. She was unconscious until the EMS arrived and the end result was four hours in the ER, 10 stitches, and a mild concussion. Don't let drama-boy over here get under your skin; he just likes to ruffle feathers until you can't take it anymore. It is best to ignore him."
"You couldn't ignore me if you tried, Patella Princess."
Paris arched an eyebrow. "I chose not to ignore you because you have other purposes." Seeing that Nathan was sufficiently admonished she turned her attention back to Tristan. "So she probably won't be in today. So you can relax and sit with us if you want to."
Tristan glanced at Nathan, whose brow was furrowed in intense concentration, trying to develop a witty comeback, and then refocused on Paris. "As tempting as that offer is, I think that I would rather not be around when the rat finally finds its way through the maze to the cheese. Nathan, tell her to go easy on the experimentation. I don't know if you can handle anymore negative reinforcement."
"Who said anything about negative reinforcement?" leered Paris.
Tristan gave her a quizzical look and rushed to his seat as the teacher entered the room.
So, Bag Boy is leaving for the Windy City? Hmmm.... I wonder where the White Rabbit is going to lead? Tristan smiled as he leaned back in his chair, visions of a black-vinyl-clad -Rory pulling at the back of his imagination as he tried desperately to concentrate on the lecture.
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Neither Paris nor Nathan's description of Friday's events had quite prepared Tristan for seeing Rory the next day. A large bandage covered her forehead and there were a few bruises on her legs. But it was her expression that troubled Tristan the most. She looked completely and utterly lost. Even in her most troubled times at Chilton, Rory had always maintained and undertone of self-determination. The complete hopelessness of her demeanor brought forth a surge of protective emotions from deep within Tristan. He wanted to hurt whomever broke her spirit, and even more he wanted to hold her and tell her that everything would be ok. Well, one foot in front of the other Dugrey.
"Rory?"
Rory's breath caught. Of all the people she didn't want to have to deal with today.
"Yes.." she replied, staring intently at the back of her locker.
"I, well... I heard what happened and I wanted to make sure that you are all right. I know that we aren't exactly on the best of terms, but if you need any help, with classes or just an ear..."
Rory's head snapped towards Tristan. Her eyes blazed with anger. "Do you really think that I would ever ask you for help!?! You think that you can come over here, offer some half-ass apology and because I just went through personal road trip through the down under, and I don't mean Australia, I will role over and be vulnerable to your so called charms? Well Tristan, news flash. Just because poor Rory fell down and hit her head, it does not mean that I am any more willing to fall all over you then I ever was. I don't have amnesia. I remember every time you went out of your way to make me miserable. I don't need sympathy, Tristan. Especially not from you!"
Pain and anger flashed in Tristan's eyes as he abruptly turned and walked away.
Her shoulders sagging, Rory let out a long sigh. She hadn't meant to say those things. He was just a convenient target for her anger, but she didn't have the energy to call him back to explain. He would get over it soon; it wasn't like he was exactly human anyway. Making her way to the bathroom, Rory slide down the cold tile wall and come to rest on the floor. Fighting back the tears, she buried her head in her arms, wondering if she was herself exactly human anymore.
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RING
"Damn it Damien, I told you to stop calling! I don't care if you claim to have found the secret to Sting-like-Tantra, I am not interested. I would rather be strung up by my own entrails while playing the banjo and eating pulled pork then ever see you again..."
"She hates me."
"Wallace??? I am sorry, I really need to get the battery-thingy on the caller ID replaced. Wait a minute... she hates you? Tell the Jessi all about it."
"Well, it all started when I approached her at her locker...."
TBC