A/N: THE LONG AWAITED CHAPTER FOUR IS HERE! I'm soooooooooo sorry it soooo
long but I spent a lot of time trying to think of what should happen next,
and then it hit me! Bah!! Its great. (Sorry Dean fans but Dean's out of
the picture, for now. Hehe ::smiles evilly::) Anyway read and review! I
want to know if you like the direction I've taken with the story. (Oh and
now its not completely to the plot of the show, its MY fic now!)
***
Time had passed, much time. It is now precisely an entire year later from where we left off. Rory has grown, all the teens have. They've grown in maturity and are actually a respectable bunch. Yet they are not a group, for now none are friends. All had parted their own ways. It was sad really, but from that day when they all argued much had happened.
Dean had not much later been caught cheating on Rory. Rory had found him on the park bench with a blonde girl, and he was kissing her passionately. It wasn't until much later that even though she thought he was a jerk, and he didn't deserve anyone, she had some idea to what he was really about. Dean had been kissing the girl yes, but it was differently from the way he would kiss Rory. When he'd kiss Rory it'd be a gentle embrace and he would shyly enter her mouth with graceful swiftness. As he was kissing the girl, it was more forced, and needy. He had truly cared for Rory, very much so, but he was naive and only believed he truly loved her. As sad as it was, the boy didn't know what love was like.
Paris and Jess didn't last. It took that one date, that one disaster filled moment, for their hopeful friendship to be crushed. Rory felt that she was somewhat responsible even though it was Dean who started the whole excited bickering match. So Paris was, well Paris, as she always was. She did all her work and strived even harder to be better than Rory, and to which of late she has accomplished.
Jess was still his hard-core stubborn self. His habits had never changed. He kept up with his streak of successfully pissing off the entire town. He was still the object of most blame, no matter the extent of the so-called 'crime'. There was no such thing as crime in Stars Hollow, though most unfortunate for Jess.
Probably the most changed, though, was Tristan. Or maybe he's unchanged? It's hard to tell actually. He was still the class idol, Mr. Popular. He still walked around with a swarm of girls surrounding him and hanging on his every word. Yeah, he still likes to hear his own voice. But something was different. He was a little subtler with his actions. He never made crude remarks in class anymore and as a matter of fact he kept to himself. There was something wrong, though, and the random bypassing person wouldn't be able to put their finger on it.
Now Rory actually was the most unchanged. Simply put, she's still Rory Gilmore, daughter to Lorelei Gilmore. Her schoolwork and passion to attend Harvard were still her number one priority and she had yet to let anything get in the way. When she first broke up with Dean she had a rocky time but she turned out okay. She actually spent her time competing with Paris, but they were farthest from friends, unfortunately.
Now completely separated, none ever inquired of the other, and they continued about their own business.
*** "Lane p-lease," says Rory agitated. The two sat outside on Lane's porch step, in utter boredom. Lane, being restricted from leaving her property once again, was nicely accompanied by Rory for yet another after school afternoon on the porch. All was peaceful until Lane unintentionally brought about a debate.
"I'm telling you she was playing around. When that skanky pop princess first "came onto the scene" I could tell she was completely playing a role. Not only is her chest fake but so is her entire good girl image. Britney Spears is the cause for her breakup. Poor Justin!" exclaims Lane clutching her chest in hurt.
"First of all, Lane, since when do you like Justin Timberlake? Second, this is not something I want to hear about," says Rory, throwing her hands up in disbelief.
"Well I do now. That bitch had to break his little heart! I heard rumors at school that he was going to propose to her," she explains emotionally.
"Lane, that rumors been going around for a year," Rory says in an attempt to squash her best friend of any images she has of Justin.
Lane opened her mouth to speak but instead she froze completely still, her eyes locked on the street. Rory follows her gaze and she too freezes. At the end of the walk was standing Henry, his eyes placed upon Lane. The two stare at each other in silence for a moment. Rory can feel her stomach knot uncomfortably.
Lane slowly rises to her feet, not looking away from him. Rory follows her actions confused and unsure of what to do.
"Lane I need to talk to you," Henry says softly. Rory looked between the two for a moment before turning to Lane and soothingly placing her hand on her shoulder.
"I'll talk to you later Lane," Rory whispers. Lane nods but her eyes stay nervously locked on Henry. Rory turns and walks to the street, giving Henry a sympathetic smile as she passes him.
As she crosses the street her eyes catches to a women exiting the mini mart. It was Lane's insane mother. Panic instantly swells in he chest. *I have to stop her from seeing Lane talking to Henry!* she thinks hysterically to herself. Rory quickly hurries towards Mrs. Kim.
"Mrs. Kim! Funny I should run into you here," exclaims Rory. Lane's mother merely gives her an annoyed look, causing Rory's stomach to churn nervously.
"Actually I have a question I want to ask you," Rory says fiddling with her belt loop. Mrs. Kim's remains the same.
"Well, I uh." Rory began to trail off but quickly spit out, "How long is Lane not allowed off your property again?" Her mother's face remains completely book. Rory shivers under her stare.
"I don't know how long Lane stay in house," she says in her Korean accent. Rory just about yelped right there. *I need to think of something to say!* she thinks as she continues to fidget.
"You can't keep still," she says simply before shifting the weight of the grocery bags from one arm to the other. Rory eyes them a moment, a smile threatening to break from her lips.
"You know Mrs. Kim, Lane has this dying craving for some of that Chicken Flavored Ramon Noodle Soup. Did you pick her up any? I think she would really appreciate having some," Rory asks, looking interested in the contents of the bag. Lane's mother suddenly blinks and she looks to the bag as well.
"I did not know Lane want soup," she says hesitating a moment. With an agitated sight she says, "I'll go get some." And with that she turns back towards the mini mart.
Rory smiles triumphantly to herself. With one last glance to the talking couple, she too turns down the street towards her house where coffee surely awaits!
***
"Okay, calm down. What, I can't understand you Lane?" Lorelei yells into the telephone in attempt to get through to Lane. Hearing her mother from the other room, Rory curiously enters the room, her steaming coffee mug in hands. She looks to her hysterical mother, whose expression is not only worried but scared. Lorelei looks to Rory and mouths "it's Lane". As if by instinct, Rory grabs the phone from her mother anxiously. Lorelei gives her a look before rolling her eyes.
"Lane?" Rory exclaims into the phone.
"Rory! Oh god how I need to talk to you!" she exclaims already lost to hysteria.
"What happen with Henry? What'd he say?" Rory questions excitedly. She plops onto the couch as she takes a long sip of her coffee.
"You will not believe what he did! Rory I can't believe that he asked me to come! How stupid does he think I am anyway?" she babbles into the phone not particularly to Rory. Rory hesitates, letting her speak. Lane sighs loudly.
"Rory, he's getting married! I can't believe he's getting married! He's not even out of high-school and he's already betrothing himself for life to some chick he barely knows!" she exclaims hysterically. Rory instantly becomes stunned at these words. *Married!?* she thinks to herself. *How.what.!?* Rory takes in a sharp breath.
"And Rory, he wants me to come," she says in almost a whisper. Rory blinks in confusion.
"To the wedding?" Rory asks unable to believe her words.
"Yes," Lane states simply. Rory's voice suddenly gets caught in her throat as her mouth goes dry. *Is she kidding me? There is no way he could be that cruel.* she thinks again to herself.
"Well, Why.I mean, what.what's he thinking asking you to come Lane!?" Rory manages to stutter out. Lane merely sighs through the phone.
"I'm not sure, really. He did mention that it's important to him that I come, though. He actually said that over and over again. Rory I don't know what to do!" she cries out sadly into the phone. Rory sighs.
"I can't help you Lane. It's up to you whether you want to go, I guess," Rory says with yet another deep sorrowful sigh. Rory's stomach constricts as she feels the pain that Lane must be feeling. *Poor girl. How can he do such a thing to her?* Rory thinks to herself. Lane sighs again into the phone.
"All this sighing." Rory whispers. "It's a sign of sadness Lane. If he's making you this unhappy, I wouldn't recommend going to that wedding. It's only an indication of heartache and that's not fair to you." Lane suddenly goes silent.
"I'm going," Lane says firmly. Rory blinks in shock.
"HUH!?" Rory exclaims confused into the phone. Lane repeats herself, just as firmly. As if Lane could see her, Rory's mouth gapes open in the most expressive manner.
"You're going?" Rory asks to reassure herself that she had heard right.
"I'm going," Lane repeats. Rory again gapes in shock.
"BUT WHY!?" Rory exclaims loudly. Lorelei peaks down the hall at Rory from the kitchen, giving her a concerned but interested look.
"Because I need to meet her. Closure Rory. I need it, badly," she explains her voice suddenly very calm. Rory stays silent a moment before sighing.
"I guess you're right," Rory says. She hesitates a bit, contemplating to whether or not to say what she's about to say. "Lane. Do you want me to come with you?" There's silence, then an enormous intake of breath.
"WOULD YOU REALLY?!" she screams into the phone. Rory jerks her head from the phone in surprise, wincing at the deafening ring in her ear. Rory nods her head as if Lane could see her.
"Yep, if you want me to that is."
"Of course I want you to! On Rory things will be a lot easier if you're there," Lane says her voice full of gratitude. Rory smiles to herself, knowing she's done a good thing.
"Rory!" Lorelei calls from the kitchen.
"Yeah Mom?" Rory calls back.
"I need you! I think I just set the coffee pot on fire!" And with that said Rory and Lane say their good-byes and Rory's off to save her mother from the hellish coffeepot.
***
The rain had drizzled all night, and had yet to cease as Rory parks her car in the Chilton parking lot. In an attempt to escape the downpour Rory quickly rushes from her car and through the large swinging front doors. Lugging her heavy backpack through the crowded hallways it seems that everyone is soaked to the bone. *Man, its really pouring* she thinks to herself as she drops her bag and opens her locker.
She begins to go through the books in her locker when suddenly she is run into from behind. She would have been knocked over if it weren't for a pair of very strong hands bracing her from behind. Surprised at the whole event she squeaks, trying to stand back to her feet.
"Hey Greg watch where you're going," mumbles a familiar husky voice from behind her ear. The bracing hands suddenly remove themselves from her shoulders as soon as she's steady again on her feet. As she turns to thank the person who had helped her she quickly takes back the apology that had been on the tip of her tongue.
"Mary, I knew you'd come swooning into my arms sooner or later," says Tristan in a triumphant tone. Rory's intense blue eyes instantly narrow.
"I was going to say thank you but I think I won't now. Even after a year you've yet to change one bit," Rory exclaims staring him dead in the eye. His expression remains the same as he leans against the lockers beside hers. Growling under her breath she turns away to gather the remaining books, hoping he'll take the hint and leave, but she has no such luck.
Sighing to herself she closes her locker and begins to pick up her incredibly heavy bag. Tristan, noticing her struggles to lift it, instantly moves to help her. Their hands meet, creating an amazing electric shock down her spine. Surprised at her body's reaction she unintentionally jerks the bag away from him.
"Woah ho, sor-ry, *Mary*. I was only trying to help but I guess you can't take assistance," he says looking irritated. With their hands still touching she lifts her bag strap to her shoulder, trying to make it look easy. He suddenly grabs her hand.
"Mary, why do you hate me so?" he asks with big puppy dog eyes, but it is obvious from the smirk so strategically placed on his lips that he's playing at something. She stares at her hand in his, a sudden shiver visibly running down her spine. A strand of her damp, brown hair falls in her eyes. His eyes quickly soften as his hand slowly raises to her face. Suddenly snapping from the trance she releases her hand from his grip, and she takes a step back out of his reach. His eyes instantly harden.
"What is your problem Rory!?" he snaps at her angrily. Surprised by his sudden angry outburst she blinks at him speechless. Growling he turns on his heel and begins to strut away. She steps to go after him but the bell suddenly rings, forcing her to turn her attention to getting to class.
***
Rory sits staring out the window at the still pouring rain pattering lightly against the sill as Mr. Medina drones on in the background. The entire day her focus had been off, since the encounter with Tristan that is. Not only had she been forced to go without coffee at lunch because, for one, she forgot to bring her own, and for two, the schools cappuccino machine had broken not moments before she reached for it, to her displeasure.
Now it is last period and the clock seems to be ticking along slower than usual, leaving to Rory to her thoughts. *Why do I feel guilty for being so rude to him this morning? I mean its Tristan! I shouldn't feel bad because he's a jerk to me all the time. He deserves horrible treatment.* she thinks to herself. But even at these thoughts she sighs sorrowfully. Even if Tristan is a jerk all the time, no one deserves to be treated so horribly, ever. Deciding it best to say her apologies as soon as possible she check the clock, again, hoping that she will run into him in the hallway.
From behind Rory a loud coughing erupts, stopping Mr. Medina in mid sentence, and bringing about the entire classes attention to be turned elsewhere. The cougher was none other than an allergenic outcast named Sugar Hanson. According to popular rumor her parents had been hippies in the early seventies and her eldest brothers name is Cloud Hanson. *Poor girl* thinks Rory.
Sugar's coughing fit had yet to cease so with the request from Mr. Medina Rory was assigned to accompany her to the water fountain. Rory gently pats her on the back as she leans down to take a sip from the drinking fountain. A sound from down the hall turns her attention from the messy hared blond to the noise's origin, none other than Tristan himself. Having not noticed her standing in the middle of the hall he proceeds to meander his way along the lockers, looking in classroom door windows and deliberately making a nuisance of himself. Rory frowns at his behavior and starts to reconsider her proposal to apologize as she places her hands firmly on her hips. Rolling her eyes she looks back to Sugar who was still drinking. *How much can that girl drink anyway?* she thinks annoyed.
Finally she stands up for a second, wipes her mouth, than goes down again for more water. Rory suppresses a loud groan by biting her lip.
"Why Mary you look adorable," Tristan coons in her ear. His hot breath tickles her neck seductively, causing a shiver to run through her. He must have noticed it because he lightly ran his fingers up her arms, still whispering in her ear.
"Do you like that Mary? My hot body standing so close to yours that you can feel the heat radiating from me?" he says making a point to move his body closer to hers. Under his touch Rory freezes, unable to move away from him. Her mind screams at her that Tristan is bad, a complete jerk not worth letting him get a good touch. She's torn from her thoughts when suddenly there is a loud beep through the speakers in the ceiling sound, signaling an announcement. Her body instantly becomes mobile again and she steps away from him, giving him dirty, yet nervous looks all the while. The head masters voice suddenly sounds loudly.
"Attention students and teachers," he says. Rory glances to the water fountain to find no one there. She glances around, looking for Sugar, and for the first time realizing that she had left her alone with Tristan. She steals a quick glance at him to see him staring with a smirk. Even though the famous smirk infuriates her, she can't help but feel a faint blush creep up her neck. The head master continues his speech.
"Due to excessive rainfall over the past twenty-four hours a severe flood warning is in effect for the counties of Hartford and Stars Hollow." At this Rory's ears perk up, and her heart beats nervously. She glances around, hoping to find a window. Finding none close, she quickly struts down the hall in search of one. *Mom* Rory thinks worried. The headmaster continues.
"According to school procedure, we are not allowed to dismiss classes until the warning has been lifted. I'm sorry for the inconvenience. We'll keep you updated." And with that his announcement was over. Having found the only window in the school to be the front doors, Rory peeks out to find the sky dark as night, the wind whipping the trees, and the rain pouring like a waterfall. Sighing nervously she closes the door and turns back to the hall, only to run smack into Tristan.
"Woah Mary watch where you're going," he says sarcastically, holding her arms to brace her from falling back.
"My name is not Mary!" she yelps angrily. Her brows furrow and her normally bright blue eyes darken in anger. Surprised by her reaction he steps back, apologetically holding up his hands.
"Sorry Rory I didn't mean." he trails off not knowing what to say. She stares at him.
"You didn't mean to what? Tristan I haven't talked to you in like a year and suddenly I run into you and you're my new admiring shadow. Your attitude is not appreciated at all," she says still angry with him. At that she steps past him. Before she can go further, he gently grasps her arm in his hand.
"Rory wait," he pleads. She turns to him, surprised by his sincerity but her eyes remain narrowed.
"What?" she asks in an exasperated tone. She inhales a breath, forcing herself to relax.
"What's got you worried?" he asks evidently concerned. Rory sighs, meeting his eyes.
"My Mom's stuck at work in Stars Hollow and I'm stuck here, at Chilton, with you." She would've continued but by the look on his face she decided it best to stop there.
"You know Mary, I'm really not all that bad," he says his smirk returning to his lips. Rory rolls her eyes dramatically, instantly turning away. With his hand still gripped firmly around her arm she's pulled back. She looks to him expectantly.
"What?" he asks innocently. She gives him an "oh please" look.
"May I have my arm back?" she asks in a demanding tone. He looks to her puzzled and then to his hand.
"Oh! I didn't realize.Are you sure you want me to let go. I mean we could hang out here, together, and alone." he trails off, pulling her towards his chest. Surprised by her lack of resistance he gently embraces her into an intimate hug. He feels her muscles relax but she doesn't return the friendly embrace.
"Rory. I know I give you a hard time but its only because I like you. You know that right?" he asks into her hair. Surprised by his soft voice she merely nods into his chest. Suddenly, she snaps. Angry more with herself than him she pushes him away from her angrily.
"What do you think you're doing!" she demands loudly, her voice echoing off of the high Chilton walls. Taken aback by her sudden outburst he merely blinks at her as her brows furrow offended. He too instantly becomes angry, not with himself but her.
"Oh my god! You are impossible!" he yells throwing his hands up in frustration. "Impossible!" he adds. Growling she turns away, this time he lets her go without stopping her.
***
Returning to her classroom over ten minutes later than Sugar got Rory into trouble. Mr. Medina had asked her where she went, right in front of the entire class. She lied saying she went to the bathroom but even after she returned to her seat Mr. Medina eyed her with a peculiar look. Rory sighs, glancing out the window. She lets out a groan realizing she hadn't thought of looking out the window in the classroom rather than going all the way to the front door and coming back late. *Ooooh that boy! One of these days I'm going to just kick him.* she thinks irritably.
Outside the rain continues to fall in waves of heavy droplets. The sky above churns, obviously not going to let up any time soon. Disappointed at the situation she slumps back in her chair, defeated. There is no way, with this weather, that they are going to be let out any time soon. A light tap on her shoulder suddenly brings her from her thoughts. It was Madeline, who was sitting behind her, and she was pointing to the door.
"Looks like he wants you more than before," Madeline mumbles behind her. Rory looks to the door to see Tristan motioning for her to come to the door. She stubbornly shakes her head. *I'm not getting in trouble again* she thinks. His eyes narrow as he continues to motion for her to come. Rory quickly turns her head back to the window, attempting to ignore him.
"Why if it isn't my dear friend Tristan," says Mr. Medina loudly. The class quiets and Rory returns her attention to the door, where now Mr. Medina was letting in Tristan.
"Can I help you?" Mr. Medina asks. When Tristan doesn't respond and merely picks at his nails ignorantly he sighs.
"Well since you're already in here I guess you should stay," he mumbles motioning for him to take a seat. The famous smirk quickly locks on his lips as he instantly makes his way down Rory's aisle. He stops at Madeline's side.
"May I?" he asks motioning to her seat. Without hesitation she hops from her seat, grinning from ear to ear. He gladly seats himself, his eyes flitting around the room comfortably before stopping on Rory in mock surprise.
"Why Mary I didn't notice you were sitting there. How nice to see you again," he says, his voice intentionally seductive. Madeline who had seated herself in the seat beside Tristan picked up on the conversation.
"Again? When did you see her?" she asks nosily. Rory sends her a death glare but the girl is too infatuated by Tristan's presence to notice.
"Just a minute ago. If I recall correctly she was delicately embraced in my strong arms, shivering from my mere touch." he explains not lifting his blue eyes from her blue eyes. Rory's eyes widen but quickly narrow.
"Madeline ignore him. He's making up stories to brag to his friends," she says calmly, facing back to the front. Tristan leans forward in his seat, tentatively touching the back of her neck with the tips of his fingers. He softly messages her skin.
"Why are you so high-strung about our relationship Rory? Its not healthy to keep things secret," he says all the while smirking. She whips back around locking with his eyes.
"Its not healthy to be so arrogant," she snaps at him. Mr. Medina suddenly clears his throat loudly. Rory forces herself to ignore his touch and pay attention to the teacher.
"Students, I don't know how long this is going to be, but like many of you, I have places to be. I want to get out of her as soon as you do, so I'm going to go talk with the Head Master. Behave please," he says heading out the door but eyeing the class. As soon as he's out the door the class erupts into a short cheer and then back to loud conversation. A ball of paper suddenly flies past Rory's head, startling her.
"Mary its paper. No need to be frightened," he remarks. Seductively he leans forward, his lips brushing her ear. "I'll protect you," he whispers his hot breath on her neck. A small shiver runs down her spine and her mind swirls with thoughts. *Smack him. Do it Rory, just smack him!* she yells at herself. Unable to, though, she suddenly stands to her feet, grabbing his hand, and pulling him out of the classroom. He doesn't hesitate to bicker with her.
"If you want me now we can go right here," he says pulling her to the door to the janitors closet. His hand, now closed around hers firmly, pulls her into the closet before she can protest. The door slams shut behind them.
"Tristan!" she snaps turning the doorknob and unsuccessfully pushes it. It doesn't budge.
"Oh my god," she mumbles. Letting out an exasperated sigh Tristan nonchalantly reaches for the knob and pushes. It still doesn't budge.
"I think it's locked," he says not sounding at all concerned. Rory stares at him wide-eyed.
"You've got to be kidding me. I'm stuck in here, with you!" she exclaims angrily. A wide grin appears on his face as he looks around.
"Yep Mary. Stuck alone with me, in a locked closet," he says looking back to her. His eyes lock with hers, and he slowly takes a step closer to her. She automatically steps away. He takes two steps closer, and she again steps away, this time accidentally running into the shelf behind her. He takes one more step so he's inches from her body.
"Tristan." she starts but trails off. He lightly runs his fingers across her shoulders and down her arms. She shivers unable to stop the reaction. His eyes soften as they gaze into hers.
"Rory." he says trailing off as he too shivers. Rory opens her mouth to speak but her voice seems lost. *Why does this keep happening?* she wonders to herself. Tristan gently cups his hands around her chin, and he slowly brings his face to hers. She stares into his eyes, frozen stiff. As his lips gently brush hers a wrenching shiver runs through her and her stomach churns nervously. As quickly as it had come the kiss ends. He pulls away not sure whether he should deepen the kiss or not. He looks to her only to see her eyes still closed. He smiles, pulling his hands away from her face. Slowly he backs away, turning back to the door.
Rory slowly peers open her eyes, surprised to no longer see him in front of her but attempting to pick the lock. Rory stands, frozen in her spot unable to speak. Tristan continues to fiddle with the lock until finally there's a loud click. He turns the knob and it swings open with ease, presenting the deserted hallway. He looks back to her still frozen form.
"Rory come on." he mumbles taking her hand and pulling her from the closet. He closes the door behind them and leads her back to the classroom, their hands still clasped. When they reach the he turns to her.
"Snap out of it chick. I don't think you want everyone knowing that you and I just made out in the janitors closet now do you.Mary?" he says deliberately saying the forbidden nickname. At the sound of his arrogant but assuring voice she snaps from her frozen state. Immediately she whaps him in the head with her hand.
"Ow!" he exclaims rubbing his head.
"Don't you ever do that again!" she growls at him. "And we didn't make out. That was merely a quick kiss. It wasn't all that good of one anyway," she mumbles turning to the door.
"Whoa wait a minute! Did I just hear you say Tristan Dugrey's kiss was no good?" he questions grabbing her by the shoulders. Her blue eyes narrow.
"Yes I did," she states simply. She attempts to brush his hands away but he tightens his grip.
"Let go of me Triston," she says squirming in his tight grip. His eyes suddenly soften and he lets her go. He takes a step back.
"Rory, I'm sorry," he says sounding sincere. She still gives him a skeptical look. He sighs.
"I just want you to know," he says leaning closer to her so his lips are inches from hers," that I wanted to kiss you a lot more in that closet." Her eyes suddenly flicker to his lips, a gesture noticed by Tristan. His licks his lips. Suddenly she closes the gap between them, her lips meeting his in a searing, but abrupt, kiss. Too shocked with her own actions, she quickly pulls away and skids into the classroom before she is tempted to deepen this kiss.
A smile slowly forms on his lips. *You're getting there Dugrey, you're getting there.* Without a second thought he enters the busy classroom, trying to hide the genuine grin on his lips.
***
Time had passed, much time. It is now precisely an entire year later from where we left off. Rory has grown, all the teens have. They've grown in maturity and are actually a respectable bunch. Yet they are not a group, for now none are friends. All had parted their own ways. It was sad really, but from that day when they all argued much had happened.
Dean had not much later been caught cheating on Rory. Rory had found him on the park bench with a blonde girl, and he was kissing her passionately. It wasn't until much later that even though she thought he was a jerk, and he didn't deserve anyone, she had some idea to what he was really about. Dean had been kissing the girl yes, but it was differently from the way he would kiss Rory. When he'd kiss Rory it'd be a gentle embrace and he would shyly enter her mouth with graceful swiftness. As he was kissing the girl, it was more forced, and needy. He had truly cared for Rory, very much so, but he was naive and only believed he truly loved her. As sad as it was, the boy didn't know what love was like.
Paris and Jess didn't last. It took that one date, that one disaster filled moment, for their hopeful friendship to be crushed. Rory felt that she was somewhat responsible even though it was Dean who started the whole excited bickering match. So Paris was, well Paris, as she always was. She did all her work and strived even harder to be better than Rory, and to which of late she has accomplished.
Jess was still his hard-core stubborn self. His habits had never changed. He kept up with his streak of successfully pissing off the entire town. He was still the object of most blame, no matter the extent of the so-called 'crime'. There was no such thing as crime in Stars Hollow, though most unfortunate for Jess.
Probably the most changed, though, was Tristan. Or maybe he's unchanged? It's hard to tell actually. He was still the class idol, Mr. Popular. He still walked around with a swarm of girls surrounding him and hanging on his every word. Yeah, he still likes to hear his own voice. But something was different. He was a little subtler with his actions. He never made crude remarks in class anymore and as a matter of fact he kept to himself. There was something wrong, though, and the random bypassing person wouldn't be able to put their finger on it.
Now Rory actually was the most unchanged. Simply put, she's still Rory Gilmore, daughter to Lorelei Gilmore. Her schoolwork and passion to attend Harvard were still her number one priority and she had yet to let anything get in the way. When she first broke up with Dean she had a rocky time but she turned out okay. She actually spent her time competing with Paris, but they were farthest from friends, unfortunately.
Now completely separated, none ever inquired of the other, and they continued about their own business.
*** "Lane p-lease," says Rory agitated. The two sat outside on Lane's porch step, in utter boredom. Lane, being restricted from leaving her property once again, was nicely accompanied by Rory for yet another after school afternoon on the porch. All was peaceful until Lane unintentionally brought about a debate.
"I'm telling you she was playing around. When that skanky pop princess first "came onto the scene" I could tell she was completely playing a role. Not only is her chest fake but so is her entire good girl image. Britney Spears is the cause for her breakup. Poor Justin!" exclaims Lane clutching her chest in hurt.
"First of all, Lane, since when do you like Justin Timberlake? Second, this is not something I want to hear about," says Rory, throwing her hands up in disbelief.
"Well I do now. That bitch had to break his little heart! I heard rumors at school that he was going to propose to her," she explains emotionally.
"Lane, that rumors been going around for a year," Rory says in an attempt to squash her best friend of any images she has of Justin.
Lane opened her mouth to speak but instead she froze completely still, her eyes locked on the street. Rory follows her gaze and she too freezes. At the end of the walk was standing Henry, his eyes placed upon Lane. The two stare at each other in silence for a moment. Rory can feel her stomach knot uncomfortably.
Lane slowly rises to her feet, not looking away from him. Rory follows her actions confused and unsure of what to do.
"Lane I need to talk to you," Henry says softly. Rory looked between the two for a moment before turning to Lane and soothingly placing her hand on her shoulder.
"I'll talk to you later Lane," Rory whispers. Lane nods but her eyes stay nervously locked on Henry. Rory turns and walks to the street, giving Henry a sympathetic smile as she passes him.
As she crosses the street her eyes catches to a women exiting the mini mart. It was Lane's insane mother. Panic instantly swells in he chest. *I have to stop her from seeing Lane talking to Henry!* she thinks hysterically to herself. Rory quickly hurries towards Mrs. Kim.
"Mrs. Kim! Funny I should run into you here," exclaims Rory. Lane's mother merely gives her an annoyed look, causing Rory's stomach to churn nervously.
"Actually I have a question I want to ask you," Rory says fiddling with her belt loop. Mrs. Kim's remains the same.
"Well, I uh." Rory began to trail off but quickly spit out, "How long is Lane not allowed off your property again?" Her mother's face remains completely book. Rory shivers under her stare.
"I don't know how long Lane stay in house," she says in her Korean accent. Rory just about yelped right there. *I need to think of something to say!* she thinks as she continues to fidget.
"You can't keep still," she says simply before shifting the weight of the grocery bags from one arm to the other. Rory eyes them a moment, a smile threatening to break from her lips.
"You know Mrs. Kim, Lane has this dying craving for some of that Chicken Flavored Ramon Noodle Soup. Did you pick her up any? I think she would really appreciate having some," Rory asks, looking interested in the contents of the bag. Lane's mother suddenly blinks and she looks to the bag as well.
"I did not know Lane want soup," she says hesitating a moment. With an agitated sight she says, "I'll go get some." And with that she turns back towards the mini mart.
Rory smiles triumphantly to herself. With one last glance to the talking couple, she too turns down the street towards her house where coffee surely awaits!
***
"Okay, calm down. What, I can't understand you Lane?" Lorelei yells into the telephone in attempt to get through to Lane. Hearing her mother from the other room, Rory curiously enters the room, her steaming coffee mug in hands. She looks to her hysterical mother, whose expression is not only worried but scared. Lorelei looks to Rory and mouths "it's Lane". As if by instinct, Rory grabs the phone from her mother anxiously. Lorelei gives her a look before rolling her eyes.
"Lane?" Rory exclaims into the phone.
"Rory! Oh god how I need to talk to you!" she exclaims already lost to hysteria.
"What happen with Henry? What'd he say?" Rory questions excitedly. She plops onto the couch as she takes a long sip of her coffee.
"You will not believe what he did! Rory I can't believe that he asked me to come! How stupid does he think I am anyway?" she babbles into the phone not particularly to Rory. Rory hesitates, letting her speak. Lane sighs loudly.
"Rory, he's getting married! I can't believe he's getting married! He's not even out of high-school and he's already betrothing himself for life to some chick he barely knows!" she exclaims hysterically. Rory instantly becomes stunned at these words. *Married!?* she thinks to herself. *How.what.!?* Rory takes in a sharp breath.
"And Rory, he wants me to come," she says in almost a whisper. Rory blinks in confusion.
"To the wedding?" Rory asks unable to believe her words.
"Yes," Lane states simply. Rory's voice suddenly gets caught in her throat as her mouth goes dry. *Is she kidding me? There is no way he could be that cruel.* she thinks again to herself.
"Well, Why.I mean, what.what's he thinking asking you to come Lane!?" Rory manages to stutter out. Lane merely sighs through the phone.
"I'm not sure, really. He did mention that it's important to him that I come, though. He actually said that over and over again. Rory I don't know what to do!" she cries out sadly into the phone. Rory sighs.
"I can't help you Lane. It's up to you whether you want to go, I guess," Rory says with yet another deep sorrowful sigh. Rory's stomach constricts as she feels the pain that Lane must be feeling. *Poor girl. How can he do such a thing to her?* Rory thinks to herself. Lane sighs again into the phone.
"All this sighing." Rory whispers. "It's a sign of sadness Lane. If he's making you this unhappy, I wouldn't recommend going to that wedding. It's only an indication of heartache and that's not fair to you." Lane suddenly goes silent.
"I'm going," Lane says firmly. Rory blinks in shock.
"HUH!?" Rory exclaims confused into the phone. Lane repeats herself, just as firmly. As if Lane could see her, Rory's mouth gapes open in the most expressive manner.
"You're going?" Rory asks to reassure herself that she had heard right.
"I'm going," Lane repeats. Rory again gapes in shock.
"BUT WHY!?" Rory exclaims loudly. Lorelei peaks down the hall at Rory from the kitchen, giving her a concerned but interested look.
"Because I need to meet her. Closure Rory. I need it, badly," she explains her voice suddenly very calm. Rory stays silent a moment before sighing.
"I guess you're right," Rory says. She hesitates a bit, contemplating to whether or not to say what she's about to say. "Lane. Do you want me to come with you?" There's silence, then an enormous intake of breath.
"WOULD YOU REALLY?!" she screams into the phone. Rory jerks her head from the phone in surprise, wincing at the deafening ring in her ear. Rory nods her head as if Lane could see her.
"Yep, if you want me to that is."
"Of course I want you to! On Rory things will be a lot easier if you're there," Lane says her voice full of gratitude. Rory smiles to herself, knowing she's done a good thing.
"Rory!" Lorelei calls from the kitchen.
"Yeah Mom?" Rory calls back.
"I need you! I think I just set the coffee pot on fire!" And with that said Rory and Lane say their good-byes and Rory's off to save her mother from the hellish coffeepot.
***
The rain had drizzled all night, and had yet to cease as Rory parks her car in the Chilton parking lot. In an attempt to escape the downpour Rory quickly rushes from her car and through the large swinging front doors. Lugging her heavy backpack through the crowded hallways it seems that everyone is soaked to the bone. *Man, its really pouring* she thinks to herself as she drops her bag and opens her locker.
She begins to go through the books in her locker when suddenly she is run into from behind. She would have been knocked over if it weren't for a pair of very strong hands bracing her from behind. Surprised at the whole event she squeaks, trying to stand back to her feet.
"Hey Greg watch where you're going," mumbles a familiar husky voice from behind her ear. The bracing hands suddenly remove themselves from her shoulders as soon as she's steady again on her feet. As she turns to thank the person who had helped her she quickly takes back the apology that had been on the tip of her tongue.
"Mary, I knew you'd come swooning into my arms sooner or later," says Tristan in a triumphant tone. Rory's intense blue eyes instantly narrow.
"I was going to say thank you but I think I won't now. Even after a year you've yet to change one bit," Rory exclaims staring him dead in the eye. His expression remains the same as he leans against the lockers beside hers. Growling under her breath she turns away to gather the remaining books, hoping he'll take the hint and leave, but she has no such luck.
Sighing to herself she closes her locker and begins to pick up her incredibly heavy bag. Tristan, noticing her struggles to lift it, instantly moves to help her. Their hands meet, creating an amazing electric shock down her spine. Surprised at her body's reaction she unintentionally jerks the bag away from him.
"Woah ho, sor-ry, *Mary*. I was only trying to help but I guess you can't take assistance," he says looking irritated. With their hands still touching she lifts her bag strap to her shoulder, trying to make it look easy. He suddenly grabs her hand.
"Mary, why do you hate me so?" he asks with big puppy dog eyes, but it is obvious from the smirk so strategically placed on his lips that he's playing at something. She stares at her hand in his, a sudden shiver visibly running down her spine. A strand of her damp, brown hair falls in her eyes. His eyes quickly soften as his hand slowly raises to her face. Suddenly snapping from the trance she releases her hand from his grip, and she takes a step back out of his reach. His eyes instantly harden.
"What is your problem Rory!?" he snaps at her angrily. Surprised by his sudden angry outburst she blinks at him speechless. Growling he turns on his heel and begins to strut away. She steps to go after him but the bell suddenly rings, forcing her to turn her attention to getting to class.
***
Rory sits staring out the window at the still pouring rain pattering lightly against the sill as Mr. Medina drones on in the background. The entire day her focus had been off, since the encounter with Tristan that is. Not only had she been forced to go without coffee at lunch because, for one, she forgot to bring her own, and for two, the schools cappuccino machine had broken not moments before she reached for it, to her displeasure.
Now it is last period and the clock seems to be ticking along slower than usual, leaving to Rory to her thoughts. *Why do I feel guilty for being so rude to him this morning? I mean its Tristan! I shouldn't feel bad because he's a jerk to me all the time. He deserves horrible treatment.* she thinks to herself. But even at these thoughts she sighs sorrowfully. Even if Tristan is a jerk all the time, no one deserves to be treated so horribly, ever. Deciding it best to say her apologies as soon as possible she check the clock, again, hoping that she will run into him in the hallway.
From behind Rory a loud coughing erupts, stopping Mr. Medina in mid sentence, and bringing about the entire classes attention to be turned elsewhere. The cougher was none other than an allergenic outcast named Sugar Hanson. According to popular rumor her parents had been hippies in the early seventies and her eldest brothers name is Cloud Hanson. *Poor girl* thinks Rory.
Sugar's coughing fit had yet to cease so with the request from Mr. Medina Rory was assigned to accompany her to the water fountain. Rory gently pats her on the back as she leans down to take a sip from the drinking fountain. A sound from down the hall turns her attention from the messy hared blond to the noise's origin, none other than Tristan himself. Having not noticed her standing in the middle of the hall he proceeds to meander his way along the lockers, looking in classroom door windows and deliberately making a nuisance of himself. Rory frowns at his behavior and starts to reconsider her proposal to apologize as she places her hands firmly on her hips. Rolling her eyes she looks back to Sugar who was still drinking. *How much can that girl drink anyway?* she thinks annoyed.
Finally she stands up for a second, wipes her mouth, than goes down again for more water. Rory suppresses a loud groan by biting her lip.
"Why Mary you look adorable," Tristan coons in her ear. His hot breath tickles her neck seductively, causing a shiver to run through her. He must have noticed it because he lightly ran his fingers up her arms, still whispering in her ear.
"Do you like that Mary? My hot body standing so close to yours that you can feel the heat radiating from me?" he says making a point to move his body closer to hers. Under his touch Rory freezes, unable to move away from him. Her mind screams at her that Tristan is bad, a complete jerk not worth letting him get a good touch. She's torn from her thoughts when suddenly there is a loud beep through the speakers in the ceiling sound, signaling an announcement. Her body instantly becomes mobile again and she steps away from him, giving him dirty, yet nervous looks all the while. The head masters voice suddenly sounds loudly.
"Attention students and teachers," he says. Rory glances to the water fountain to find no one there. She glances around, looking for Sugar, and for the first time realizing that she had left her alone with Tristan. She steals a quick glance at him to see him staring with a smirk. Even though the famous smirk infuriates her, she can't help but feel a faint blush creep up her neck. The head master continues his speech.
"Due to excessive rainfall over the past twenty-four hours a severe flood warning is in effect for the counties of Hartford and Stars Hollow." At this Rory's ears perk up, and her heart beats nervously. She glances around, hoping to find a window. Finding none close, she quickly struts down the hall in search of one. *Mom* Rory thinks worried. The headmaster continues.
"According to school procedure, we are not allowed to dismiss classes until the warning has been lifted. I'm sorry for the inconvenience. We'll keep you updated." And with that his announcement was over. Having found the only window in the school to be the front doors, Rory peeks out to find the sky dark as night, the wind whipping the trees, and the rain pouring like a waterfall. Sighing nervously she closes the door and turns back to the hall, only to run smack into Tristan.
"Woah Mary watch where you're going," he says sarcastically, holding her arms to brace her from falling back.
"My name is not Mary!" she yelps angrily. Her brows furrow and her normally bright blue eyes darken in anger. Surprised by her reaction he steps back, apologetically holding up his hands.
"Sorry Rory I didn't mean." he trails off not knowing what to say. She stares at him.
"You didn't mean to what? Tristan I haven't talked to you in like a year and suddenly I run into you and you're my new admiring shadow. Your attitude is not appreciated at all," she says still angry with him. At that she steps past him. Before she can go further, he gently grasps her arm in his hand.
"Rory wait," he pleads. She turns to him, surprised by his sincerity but her eyes remain narrowed.
"What?" she asks in an exasperated tone. She inhales a breath, forcing herself to relax.
"What's got you worried?" he asks evidently concerned. Rory sighs, meeting his eyes.
"My Mom's stuck at work in Stars Hollow and I'm stuck here, at Chilton, with you." She would've continued but by the look on his face she decided it best to stop there.
"You know Mary, I'm really not all that bad," he says his smirk returning to his lips. Rory rolls her eyes dramatically, instantly turning away. With his hand still gripped firmly around her arm she's pulled back. She looks to him expectantly.
"What?" he asks innocently. She gives him an "oh please" look.
"May I have my arm back?" she asks in a demanding tone. He looks to her puzzled and then to his hand.
"Oh! I didn't realize.Are you sure you want me to let go. I mean we could hang out here, together, and alone." he trails off, pulling her towards his chest. Surprised by her lack of resistance he gently embraces her into an intimate hug. He feels her muscles relax but she doesn't return the friendly embrace.
"Rory. I know I give you a hard time but its only because I like you. You know that right?" he asks into her hair. Surprised by his soft voice she merely nods into his chest. Suddenly, she snaps. Angry more with herself than him she pushes him away from her angrily.
"What do you think you're doing!" she demands loudly, her voice echoing off of the high Chilton walls. Taken aback by her sudden outburst he merely blinks at her as her brows furrow offended. He too instantly becomes angry, not with himself but her.
"Oh my god! You are impossible!" he yells throwing his hands up in frustration. "Impossible!" he adds. Growling she turns away, this time he lets her go without stopping her.
***
Returning to her classroom over ten minutes later than Sugar got Rory into trouble. Mr. Medina had asked her where she went, right in front of the entire class. She lied saying she went to the bathroom but even after she returned to her seat Mr. Medina eyed her with a peculiar look. Rory sighs, glancing out the window. She lets out a groan realizing she hadn't thought of looking out the window in the classroom rather than going all the way to the front door and coming back late. *Ooooh that boy! One of these days I'm going to just kick him.* she thinks irritably.
Outside the rain continues to fall in waves of heavy droplets. The sky above churns, obviously not going to let up any time soon. Disappointed at the situation she slumps back in her chair, defeated. There is no way, with this weather, that they are going to be let out any time soon. A light tap on her shoulder suddenly brings her from her thoughts. It was Madeline, who was sitting behind her, and she was pointing to the door.
"Looks like he wants you more than before," Madeline mumbles behind her. Rory looks to the door to see Tristan motioning for her to come to the door. She stubbornly shakes her head. *I'm not getting in trouble again* she thinks. His eyes narrow as he continues to motion for her to come. Rory quickly turns her head back to the window, attempting to ignore him.
"Why if it isn't my dear friend Tristan," says Mr. Medina loudly. The class quiets and Rory returns her attention to the door, where now Mr. Medina was letting in Tristan.
"Can I help you?" Mr. Medina asks. When Tristan doesn't respond and merely picks at his nails ignorantly he sighs.
"Well since you're already in here I guess you should stay," he mumbles motioning for him to take a seat. The famous smirk quickly locks on his lips as he instantly makes his way down Rory's aisle. He stops at Madeline's side.
"May I?" he asks motioning to her seat. Without hesitation she hops from her seat, grinning from ear to ear. He gladly seats himself, his eyes flitting around the room comfortably before stopping on Rory in mock surprise.
"Why Mary I didn't notice you were sitting there. How nice to see you again," he says, his voice intentionally seductive. Madeline who had seated herself in the seat beside Tristan picked up on the conversation.
"Again? When did you see her?" she asks nosily. Rory sends her a death glare but the girl is too infatuated by Tristan's presence to notice.
"Just a minute ago. If I recall correctly she was delicately embraced in my strong arms, shivering from my mere touch." he explains not lifting his blue eyes from her blue eyes. Rory's eyes widen but quickly narrow.
"Madeline ignore him. He's making up stories to brag to his friends," she says calmly, facing back to the front. Tristan leans forward in his seat, tentatively touching the back of her neck with the tips of his fingers. He softly messages her skin.
"Why are you so high-strung about our relationship Rory? Its not healthy to keep things secret," he says all the while smirking. She whips back around locking with his eyes.
"Its not healthy to be so arrogant," she snaps at him. Mr. Medina suddenly clears his throat loudly. Rory forces herself to ignore his touch and pay attention to the teacher.
"Students, I don't know how long this is going to be, but like many of you, I have places to be. I want to get out of her as soon as you do, so I'm going to go talk with the Head Master. Behave please," he says heading out the door but eyeing the class. As soon as he's out the door the class erupts into a short cheer and then back to loud conversation. A ball of paper suddenly flies past Rory's head, startling her.
"Mary its paper. No need to be frightened," he remarks. Seductively he leans forward, his lips brushing her ear. "I'll protect you," he whispers his hot breath on her neck. A small shiver runs down her spine and her mind swirls with thoughts. *Smack him. Do it Rory, just smack him!* she yells at herself. Unable to, though, she suddenly stands to her feet, grabbing his hand, and pulling him out of the classroom. He doesn't hesitate to bicker with her.
"If you want me now we can go right here," he says pulling her to the door to the janitors closet. His hand, now closed around hers firmly, pulls her into the closet before she can protest. The door slams shut behind them.
"Tristan!" she snaps turning the doorknob and unsuccessfully pushes it. It doesn't budge.
"Oh my god," she mumbles. Letting out an exasperated sigh Tristan nonchalantly reaches for the knob and pushes. It still doesn't budge.
"I think it's locked," he says not sounding at all concerned. Rory stares at him wide-eyed.
"You've got to be kidding me. I'm stuck in here, with you!" she exclaims angrily. A wide grin appears on his face as he looks around.
"Yep Mary. Stuck alone with me, in a locked closet," he says looking back to her. His eyes lock with hers, and he slowly takes a step closer to her. She automatically steps away. He takes two steps closer, and she again steps away, this time accidentally running into the shelf behind her. He takes one more step so he's inches from her body.
"Tristan." she starts but trails off. He lightly runs his fingers across her shoulders and down her arms. She shivers unable to stop the reaction. His eyes soften as they gaze into hers.
"Rory." he says trailing off as he too shivers. Rory opens her mouth to speak but her voice seems lost. *Why does this keep happening?* she wonders to herself. Tristan gently cups his hands around her chin, and he slowly brings his face to hers. She stares into his eyes, frozen stiff. As his lips gently brush hers a wrenching shiver runs through her and her stomach churns nervously. As quickly as it had come the kiss ends. He pulls away not sure whether he should deepen the kiss or not. He looks to her only to see her eyes still closed. He smiles, pulling his hands away from her face. Slowly he backs away, turning back to the door.
Rory slowly peers open her eyes, surprised to no longer see him in front of her but attempting to pick the lock. Rory stands, frozen in her spot unable to speak. Tristan continues to fiddle with the lock until finally there's a loud click. He turns the knob and it swings open with ease, presenting the deserted hallway. He looks back to her still frozen form.
"Rory come on." he mumbles taking her hand and pulling her from the closet. He closes the door behind them and leads her back to the classroom, their hands still clasped. When they reach the he turns to her.
"Snap out of it chick. I don't think you want everyone knowing that you and I just made out in the janitors closet now do you.Mary?" he says deliberately saying the forbidden nickname. At the sound of his arrogant but assuring voice she snaps from her frozen state. Immediately she whaps him in the head with her hand.
"Ow!" he exclaims rubbing his head.
"Don't you ever do that again!" she growls at him. "And we didn't make out. That was merely a quick kiss. It wasn't all that good of one anyway," she mumbles turning to the door.
"Whoa wait a minute! Did I just hear you say Tristan Dugrey's kiss was no good?" he questions grabbing her by the shoulders. Her blue eyes narrow.
"Yes I did," she states simply. She attempts to brush his hands away but he tightens his grip.
"Let go of me Triston," she says squirming in his tight grip. His eyes suddenly soften and he lets her go. He takes a step back.
"Rory, I'm sorry," he says sounding sincere. She still gives him a skeptical look. He sighs.
"I just want you to know," he says leaning closer to her so his lips are inches from hers," that I wanted to kiss you a lot more in that closet." Her eyes suddenly flicker to his lips, a gesture noticed by Tristan. His licks his lips. Suddenly she closes the gap between them, her lips meeting his in a searing, but abrupt, kiss. Too shocked with her own actions, she quickly pulls away and skids into the classroom before she is tempted to deepen this kiss.
A smile slowly forms on his lips. *You're getting there Dugrey, you're getting there.* Without a second thought he enters the busy classroom, trying to hide the genuine grin on his lips.