She approached him while he was with his friends. "Tristan, can I talk to you, please?" Like he would say no. He wanted to. He didn't want to hear what he knew was coming. They walked a bit away from his friends, to an area that wasn't as crowded as the other areas.
"Tristan, Look."
He already looked hurt. "You're sorry about yesterday, but you're so in love with the bag boy. It meant nothing to you and you're sorry you let it happen."
It was her turn to look hurt. "That's not what I was going to say."
"It was going to be less sarcastic?"
"Tristan, shut up." This time she started the kiss. Tristan was amazed. If this was a goodbye kiss, it was almost worth it.
"I'm going to break up with Dean."
He kissed her again.
She continued, "Not till Friday though."
He stopped, "Why wait that long, I want to be you're boyfriend."
She smirked, "What would make you think I would go out with you?" then she answered his question, "He went on a fishing trip, and will be back on Friday. As soon as I see him, he hears the news." He hugged her, and said, and we can be together. She nodded. He smiled, not his normal sarcastic smile but a realistic, smile portraying true happiness. They started off to Mr. Medina's class, his arm around her waist, proclaiming to stunned classmates that Tristan and Rory were a couple. "Practicing for the scene a bit early," aren't we Mr. DuGrey, said Mr. Medina. Tristan smirked. Mr. Medina started class and instructed them to get with their partners to work. They had to be ready by Friday, he reminded them.
Rory took out her notes, bringing back last night to both of their minds. Okay she said, should we make a new script, or use the original? The chose the original script, and started reading the lines. "It's perfect," proclaimed Rory. They set to work on their reports, the magic of their first kiss remembered in writing about their character's.
After class they went to their lockers, and a kiss was exchanged, this time watched by the eyes of many of the students, including Paris. "You kiss by the book," said Rory, practicing her lines. Tristan hugged her, and walked her to a class they did not have together, one who she had with Paris. The gossip had obviously gotten around and people were surrounding her.
"Are you and Tristan, together?"
"I heard about you and Tristan!"
"So you finally gave in"
"Are you doing it yet?"
Rory simply smiled and looked ahead, ignoring the questions until she could break it off with Dean. She hated thinking of him. She didn't want to remember the good times, and certainly didn't want to hurt him. It wasn't his fault she had fallen for Tristan, but she had. She knew that she was different to other girls. She had to be didn't she? He didn't treat her like he had Summer or any other girl. He didn't showcase her as his trophy, rather like a girlfriend who he was in love with and not afraid to show it. That was all. Thinking of Tristan made her smile, glad she had finally given in.
Tristan and Rory had a great day, it was definitely one of the best Rory could remember at Chilton. They walked through the halls holding hands, passed notes and flirted during class, and kissed between classes. They ignored the snide remarks random people made. They even visited "their" closet once during lunch, to make out. Tristan was amazed at how fast Rory had changed and then she said it, "Tristan, I like you so much, and I want to be you're girlfriend, but we have to take it kind of slow."
To her surprise Tristan agreed, "I was thinking the same thing. I want this to last Rory. I don't want you to think you're not special to me. You are. You are so special and I never want you to doubt it." The kissed once more, and went on.
They were exiting the school, and Tristan was giving Rory a piggyback ride. To their surprise, Dean was sitting in his truck outside of the school. He was mad and went quickly over to them. "Rory, I thought the closet thing was nothing. What is this?" He moved to hit Tristan but Tristan moved. Rory said "Come here Dean, lets talk." They walked into the Chilton lawn and Rory said, "I was going to tell you when you got back. It's not you're fault Dean, but well… I've fallen for Tristan, hard. I guess what I'm trying to say is that, we have to break up."
Dean walked away and said one last thing to her, "He's going to break you're heart Rory. He's done it before and he'll never change. He will never actually be in love. I won't be there to save you when your own stupidity brought you into it."
The words brought Rory to silent tears. Tristan walked over to her, hugged her and said, "What did he say Rory? What did he do that made you cry?"
She wiped them away, "Nothing. It's just hard to end it. That's all."
They walked away, and seeing as Rory had missed her bus and Dean was obviously not a choice for a ride, Tristan drove her home. She tried to save the day, and the ride into her memory, because this was her new life, her new world. She was no longer part of RoryandDean. It felt good.