*Ok, I just want to start by thanking everyone for their great reviews; it
really helps to keep me motivated. I also want to apologize for taking a
while to post, I had a big Model UN conference from Friday afternoon to
Sunday night and I was preparing all week long on top of my daily dose of
hell (homework). Thanks for sticking with me, hope you like it, but just a
warning, this chapter's a little intense…* Breanna
Chapter 4- Words, Wallops and Water
Rory felt dread and fear course through the length of her body as she tensed all over, thinking over and over 'this can't be happening'. She glanced over at Jess, her back still to Dean. His face was stiff; he was staring at Dean over her, his eyes a bit cold and angry.
Rory heard Dean's feet pounding along the boards as she turned and scrambled to her feet. She heard Jess do the same, but didn't bother to look.
Dean looked livid, actually almost murderous. Rory felt her stomach churning painfully as she really didn't want the coming confrontation, but it was a little late for that
"What…what the hell are you doing?" Dean yelled a touch of pain and jealously in his voice.
"Dean, nothing, really, we…I…was…eating, and then we just started…we were just…" Rory tried to stutter out nervously
"Just what Rory?! What?!" Dean said cutting her off, his face turning a reddish shade. He was so angry, he couldn't even think straight. Jess stood back, uncertain of what to do
"And just nothing Dean. We were talking! Just talking. That's all, I swear." Rory said, in her most convincing tone, but she was a nervous wreck, the last thing she needed was another fight with Dean, especially over Jess. This wasn't going to turn out pretty.
"Oh, yha, sure! You two seemed a little cozy for 'just talking'!" Dean imitated her, still yelling
"Cozy! We were just lying there!" Rory shot back defensively, her temper flaring now too. Jess just stood and watched a sad little smirk on his face as he observed Rory adamantly trying refuse that anything else other than talking had gone on. While in truth that might have been all they had done, he definitely knew that hadn't been all they were feeling.
"Do you really expect me to believe that Rory! Do you really think I'm that thick?! Well do you? Answer me!" Dean roared letting all his emotions out on her and making Rory shrink back as he interrogated her. Deciding it was time to help her out Jess said
"Hey, whoa, take a chill pill bag-boy! We really were just lying there talking, so don't flip out on her." Dean stared at Jess as though he couldn't even believe he had uttered a word.
"Don't even make me start with you, you little prick! You have no right to even be within viewing distance of Rory! So don't push me, or, or you'll be sorry!" Dean roared at Jess, stressing his last words menacingly, all the while walking so he now stood on Rory's side, towering right in front of Jess, his nostrils flaring with rage. Dean hated Jess, the way he acted with Rory, the way he would smirk at Dean, the way he would act around Rory. He couldn't stand it, it was just too much, and jealously always got the better of him.
Jess raised his eyebrows and chuckled under his breath, pissing off Dean even more
"Ooooh, I'm shaking all over!" Jess said sarcastically making Dean's threat seem ridiculous. "Why don't you try to grow up you overprotective, immature, pompous asshole." Jess said smoothly, in a calm normal voice. Dean snapped.
"Immature pompous asshole?!" Dean repeated in disbelief
"Um…yha." Jess returned mocking him
"You think I'm an immature pompous asshole? Well, then how about I start listing all the things I think you are?! Come on, it'll be fun." Dean spat furiously. Jess just stared, acting as though Dean was telling him about the weather.
"Lets start with 'fucking dumb ass' considering your practically flunking out of high school and because you think you can try and get Rory from me, crack head and drunk fit nicely too, you have an ego that, trust me, is way to large considering your not half the person you think you are, you're a lousy grease boy who flips burgers all day for you uncle, you're a fucking loaner who doesn't have one friend-"
"Dean, stop!" Rory pleaded in disbelief, she had never heard him cursing like that. Rory couldn't stand to watch Jess who stood stoically taking it all in, his face calm, eyebrows raised in mock sarcasm. But she could tell it was getting to him, though his face was a mask, Rory could see the fire burning in his eyes, the pain and furry that was brooding inside him. Unfortunately, Rory's attempt didn't even faze Dean who was oblivious to the coming danger. He simply ignored her and continued
"…oh, wait, is that because no one likes you? No mater, at least your parents do… oh, no, I forgot, they don't either." Dean said with an evil snicker. "I guess you're really just a little… fucking…bastard…"
But Dean never did get any further than that for a moment later, Jess right fist was swinging through the air, and with a sickening crack connected with what was now Dean's freshly broken nose. Dean staggered backwards and crumpled at Rory's feet in a heap of blood. Dean hung his head as he tried to gain his bearings and the blood began to pool in a quivering lake of deep red. Rory felt sick, sick and utterly shocked. Dean started to try and pick himself up, groaning slightly, his hand now holding his nose. His eyes were watering, and blood now streamed down his chin and shirt. Jess looked on, knowing that that hit had a lot more than a moments worth of anger behind it, but rater more like months worth of pent up feelings. But Jess hadn't quite finished venting.
Dean attempted to right him self but Jess hardly gave him a chance before he took another swing, this time hitting where Dean's hand wouldn't be an obstacle, finding clear ground under his left eye. Dean staggered backwards once again, and in the midst of it all couldn't prevent himself from catching his heal on the edge of the bridge and falling backwards into the lake, his face contorted in shock and pain.
Rory, still frozen in the spot watched Dean flounder in the waist high water before turning her stunned gaze on Jess, who stood watching Dean too, massaging his knuckles with his other hand. His expression was not of amusement or of triumph as Rory had expected, but it was rather sullen, hard and depressed. He turned and their eyes locked, it was as though Jess was trying to explain to her, and the simple flash of understanding that passed through the two as they gazed into each others eyes was all that was needed. He let out a heavy breath, his eyes still cold, clenched his jaw and turned, still massaging his hand. His feet sounded on the wood as he retreated, but the sound was droned out by Dean's splashes. Rory, snapping to, quickly turned her attention back to Dean and ran to help him out of the water. She now felt sick with concern; not to mention, the scene of blood was causing her stomach to churn nauseatingly. As Rory helped him up, she felt so confused; it was as though her mind had become a blender of so many emotions, she couldn't even distinguish them anymore.
Dean looked even worse after falling in the water than before as blood now appeared to be streaming down his face like a faucet. His shirt was wet and blood stained, and his eye was already turning into a grotesquely puffy state of purplish black. She helped hall him on to the bridge where he collapsed, half lying, and half sitting. She tried to help him but he pushed her hand away and just sat there dripping with his head back and his nose clamped, his face scrunched in pain.
"Dean," she breathed "Dean are you ok?" Rory asked, truly concerned.
"I'm fine." Dean huffed at her. Rory was a little hurt, but she could hardly blame him.
"Dean, I'm really sorry, I never-" Rory began
"I don't want to hear it now Rory." He said, cold and blunt
An awkward silence hung in the air, as both contemplated their relationship. Neither knew how this was going to affect it, and for Rory, it made her entirely uncomfortable to fathom how much Jess depended on their staying together, or…their breaking up. Rory stood fidgeting nervously and tense, not sure what to do. She was about to try and ask Dean if he was ok again, or just say anything that came to mind; so long as the silence was broken; but she didn't need to, Dean did that first
"I'm going to kill that little punk someday; I'm really going to kill him." Dean said in barely more than a whisper, not to Rory, not to himself, but more just to no one- out loud- like he was stating a promise he had to fulfill.
Dean's comment caused Rory to worry, not that she actually thought Dean would fulfill his threat, she wasn't that unreasonable, it was just a phrase. The thing that bothered her was not what he said, but the way he had said it; his voice hadn't been his, it was weird, different. Not only that, but Rory had noticed that his eyes were dark, how they had seemed to gleem with malice and pure hate. She felt anxious, actually a bit worried for Jess. Rory sighed, she now knew any chance of getting Jess and Dean to get along was completely out of the question. Rory couldn't help but think that she wouldn't be surprised if it just started raining; this weekend couldn't get much worse.
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Rory kicked a stone in the road as she made her way back to her house, head down in thought. Dean had brushed her off and had left to go into town to get cleaned up and his nose looked at, openly admitting he didn't want her to come. Why was Dean blaming Rory for Jess's reaction? Rory felt awful, not only for Dean, but for the fact that she couldn't help but feel a little sympathetic towards Jess, that she actually considered his actions to be somewhat…justified? She was so confused, but one thing she knew for certain was that she was definitely ready to make amends with her mom. She was in desperate need of an ally.
Rory walked in and saw her mom on the couch. Lorelai looked up when she heard Rory, but then returned her attention back to the television.
"Oh, look who finally decided to grace me with their presence." Lorelai said sarcastically, apparently still mad about yesterday. Rory didn't think she could take it. She just walked straight to her mom, sat down and starting yammering apologies,
"Mom, I'm so, so sorry. I never meant to hurt you, I was being really stupid and I just…I just…I don't know…just everything's been so weird lately and today has been so bad and I just don't know what to think anymore…I just…I'm so sorry, I…I…" but Rory couldn't keep it up, she couldn't stop her self from bursting into tears.
Lorelai stared; a look of shock, then pity graced her face as she watched her daughter's tears of anger, confusion, frustration and pain all flow at once. She quickly gathered the quivering Rory into her arms and sat rocking and whispering to her until her sobbing grew into faint sniffling; Lorelai's anger was long forgotten. It was a silly argument anyways.
Please R & R- Thanks, I'll try to post more regularly! - Breanna
Chapter 4- Words, Wallops and Water
Rory felt dread and fear course through the length of her body as she tensed all over, thinking over and over 'this can't be happening'. She glanced over at Jess, her back still to Dean. His face was stiff; he was staring at Dean over her, his eyes a bit cold and angry.
Rory heard Dean's feet pounding along the boards as she turned and scrambled to her feet. She heard Jess do the same, but didn't bother to look.
Dean looked livid, actually almost murderous. Rory felt her stomach churning painfully as she really didn't want the coming confrontation, but it was a little late for that
"What…what the hell are you doing?" Dean yelled a touch of pain and jealously in his voice.
"Dean, nothing, really, we…I…was…eating, and then we just started…we were just…" Rory tried to stutter out nervously
"Just what Rory?! What?!" Dean said cutting her off, his face turning a reddish shade. He was so angry, he couldn't even think straight. Jess stood back, uncertain of what to do
"And just nothing Dean. We were talking! Just talking. That's all, I swear." Rory said, in her most convincing tone, but she was a nervous wreck, the last thing she needed was another fight with Dean, especially over Jess. This wasn't going to turn out pretty.
"Oh, yha, sure! You two seemed a little cozy for 'just talking'!" Dean imitated her, still yelling
"Cozy! We were just lying there!" Rory shot back defensively, her temper flaring now too. Jess just stood and watched a sad little smirk on his face as he observed Rory adamantly trying refuse that anything else other than talking had gone on. While in truth that might have been all they had done, he definitely knew that hadn't been all they were feeling.
"Do you really expect me to believe that Rory! Do you really think I'm that thick?! Well do you? Answer me!" Dean roared letting all his emotions out on her and making Rory shrink back as he interrogated her. Deciding it was time to help her out Jess said
"Hey, whoa, take a chill pill bag-boy! We really were just lying there talking, so don't flip out on her." Dean stared at Jess as though he couldn't even believe he had uttered a word.
"Don't even make me start with you, you little prick! You have no right to even be within viewing distance of Rory! So don't push me, or, or you'll be sorry!" Dean roared at Jess, stressing his last words menacingly, all the while walking so he now stood on Rory's side, towering right in front of Jess, his nostrils flaring with rage. Dean hated Jess, the way he acted with Rory, the way he would smirk at Dean, the way he would act around Rory. He couldn't stand it, it was just too much, and jealously always got the better of him.
Jess raised his eyebrows and chuckled under his breath, pissing off Dean even more
"Ooooh, I'm shaking all over!" Jess said sarcastically making Dean's threat seem ridiculous. "Why don't you try to grow up you overprotective, immature, pompous asshole." Jess said smoothly, in a calm normal voice. Dean snapped.
"Immature pompous asshole?!" Dean repeated in disbelief
"Um…yha." Jess returned mocking him
"You think I'm an immature pompous asshole? Well, then how about I start listing all the things I think you are?! Come on, it'll be fun." Dean spat furiously. Jess just stared, acting as though Dean was telling him about the weather.
"Lets start with 'fucking dumb ass' considering your practically flunking out of high school and because you think you can try and get Rory from me, crack head and drunk fit nicely too, you have an ego that, trust me, is way to large considering your not half the person you think you are, you're a lousy grease boy who flips burgers all day for you uncle, you're a fucking loaner who doesn't have one friend-"
"Dean, stop!" Rory pleaded in disbelief, she had never heard him cursing like that. Rory couldn't stand to watch Jess who stood stoically taking it all in, his face calm, eyebrows raised in mock sarcasm. But she could tell it was getting to him, though his face was a mask, Rory could see the fire burning in his eyes, the pain and furry that was brooding inside him. Unfortunately, Rory's attempt didn't even faze Dean who was oblivious to the coming danger. He simply ignored her and continued
"…oh, wait, is that because no one likes you? No mater, at least your parents do… oh, no, I forgot, they don't either." Dean said with an evil snicker. "I guess you're really just a little… fucking…bastard…"
But Dean never did get any further than that for a moment later, Jess right fist was swinging through the air, and with a sickening crack connected with what was now Dean's freshly broken nose. Dean staggered backwards and crumpled at Rory's feet in a heap of blood. Dean hung his head as he tried to gain his bearings and the blood began to pool in a quivering lake of deep red. Rory felt sick, sick and utterly shocked. Dean started to try and pick himself up, groaning slightly, his hand now holding his nose. His eyes were watering, and blood now streamed down his chin and shirt. Jess looked on, knowing that that hit had a lot more than a moments worth of anger behind it, but rater more like months worth of pent up feelings. But Jess hadn't quite finished venting.
Dean attempted to right him self but Jess hardly gave him a chance before he took another swing, this time hitting where Dean's hand wouldn't be an obstacle, finding clear ground under his left eye. Dean staggered backwards once again, and in the midst of it all couldn't prevent himself from catching his heal on the edge of the bridge and falling backwards into the lake, his face contorted in shock and pain.
Rory, still frozen in the spot watched Dean flounder in the waist high water before turning her stunned gaze on Jess, who stood watching Dean too, massaging his knuckles with his other hand. His expression was not of amusement or of triumph as Rory had expected, but it was rather sullen, hard and depressed. He turned and their eyes locked, it was as though Jess was trying to explain to her, and the simple flash of understanding that passed through the two as they gazed into each others eyes was all that was needed. He let out a heavy breath, his eyes still cold, clenched his jaw and turned, still massaging his hand. His feet sounded on the wood as he retreated, but the sound was droned out by Dean's splashes. Rory, snapping to, quickly turned her attention back to Dean and ran to help him out of the water. She now felt sick with concern; not to mention, the scene of blood was causing her stomach to churn nauseatingly. As Rory helped him up, she felt so confused; it was as though her mind had become a blender of so many emotions, she couldn't even distinguish them anymore.
Dean looked even worse after falling in the water than before as blood now appeared to be streaming down his face like a faucet. His shirt was wet and blood stained, and his eye was already turning into a grotesquely puffy state of purplish black. She helped hall him on to the bridge where he collapsed, half lying, and half sitting. She tried to help him but he pushed her hand away and just sat there dripping with his head back and his nose clamped, his face scrunched in pain.
"Dean," she breathed "Dean are you ok?" Rory asked, truly concerned.
"I'm fine." Dean huffed at her. Rory was a little hurt, but she could hardly blame him.
"Dean, I'm really sorry, I never-" Rory began
"I don't want to hear it now Rory." He said, cold and blunt
An awkward silence hung in the air, as both contemplated their relationship. Neither knew how this was going to affect it, and for Rory, it made her entirely uncomfortable to fathom how much Jess depended on their staying together, or…their breaking up. Rory stood fidgeting nervously and tense, not sure what to do. She was about to try and ask Dean if he was ok again, or just say anything that came to mind; so long as the silence was broken; but she didn't need to, Dean did that first
"I'm going to kill that little punk someday; I'm really going to kill him." Dean said in barely more than a whisper, not to Rory, not to himself, but more just to no one- out loud- like he was stating a promise he had to fulfill.
Dean's comment caused Rory to worry, not that she actually thought Dean would fulfill his threat, she wasn't that unreasonable, it was just a phrase. The thing that bothered her was not what he said, but the way he had said it; his voice hadn't been his, it was weird, different. Not only that, but Rory had noticed that his eyes were dark, how they had seemed to gleem with malice and pure hate. She felt anxious, actually a bit worried for Jess. Rory sighed, she now knew any chance of getting Jess and Dean to get along was completely out of the question. Rory couldn't help but think that she wouldn't be surprised if it just started raining; this weekend couldn't get much worse.
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Rory kicked a stone in the road as she made her way back to her house, head down in thought. Dean had brushed her off and had left to go into town to get cleaned up and his nose looked at, openly admitting he didn't want her to come. Why was Dean blaming Rory for Jess's reaction? Rory felt awful, not only for Dean, but for the fact that she couldn't help but feel a little sympathetic towards Jess, that she actually considered his actions to be somewhat…justified? She was so confused, but one thing she knew for certain was that she was definitely ready to make amends with her mom. She was in desperate need of an ally.
Rory walked in and saw her mom on the couch. Lorelai looked up when she heard Rory, but then returned her attention back to the television.
"Oh, look who finally decided to grace me with their presence." Lorelai said sarcastically, apparently still mad about yesterday. Rory didn't think she could take it. She just walked straight to her mom, sat down and starting yammering apologies,
"Mom, I'm so, so sorry. I never meant to hurt you, I was being really stupid and I just…I just…I don't know…just everything's been so weird lately and today has been so bad and I just don't know what to think anymore…I just…I'm so sorry, I…I…" but Rory couldn't keep it up, she couldn't stop her self from bursting into tears.
Lorelai stared; a look of shock, then pity graced her face as she watched her daughter's tears of anger, confusion, frustration and pain all flow at once. She quickly gathered the quivering Rory into her arms and sat rocking and whispering to her until her sobbing grew into faint sniffling; Lorelai's anger was long forgotten. It was a silly argument anyways.
Please R & R- Thanks, I'll try to post more regularly! - Breanna