1 Author: Lauren
Email: PaceysLilMcPhee@aol.com
Disclaimer: See first page
Author's Note: I know it's been awhile. I only received one review though from my last chapter and I wasn't sure if I wanted to continue. :o( But, I was looking through my fanfiction disk (yes I have a disk full of my writing) and found this fic again. And I'm anxious to write so I thought this story would be the best to continue w/right now. I don't know why…it's just special. So anyway…if you read, please review! It keeps me motivated to post new chapters must faster! And besides, I'm trying to get over writer's block!
Chapter 5
Tristan sauntered into his first period class and took a seat in his normal seat. First period was English and he was lucky because this was yet another class he had with Rory Gilmore. He had purposely chosen a seat behind her months ago and now he was happier than ever about his decision. Not long after Tristan had settled into his seat, in his regular slouching position, Rory Gilmore appeared at the door. She quickly rushed to her seat just as she did everyday and Tristan pulled out two pages as he leaned forward to talk to her.
"Hey, Rory," he said to get her attention. She lifted her head from her notebook and looked at Tristan with her blue eyes. He tried not to stutter with his next sentence. More of their classmates were entering the room now and the last thing he needed was someone getting the idea that Tristan was chasing after a girl – but this time she wasn't chasing back.
"Um, I accidentally took a couple of pages of your notes with me yesterday," he continued. "I thought you might need to them to study or something."
Rory nodded as she took the papers that were in Tristan's outstretched hand. "Thanks Tristan."
Tristan nodded back. "No problem. And thanks for showing me around Stars Hollow. It's pretty great there."
"Yeah it is," Rory agreed. She gave him a smile before the bell rang and the teacher began class.
Tristan shoved his Chemistry book into his locker and continued to contemplate whether to take home his math book tonight. If he forgot it he could call his good friend Rory…. Fortunately, he had the whole afternoon to decide. He grabbed his Civics book to use in his next class. Unfortunately, this was a class he did not have with Rory. But it didn't matter; he'd still probably spend his time thinking about her. And whether or not he was going to take his math book home with him….
Just as he prepared to slam his locker shut, Paris, Louise, Louise's current fling and his friends, walked up to him.
"Spending quality time with Rory Gilmore, Tristan?" one of the guys asked obnoxiously.
Tristan was caught of guard and it was obvious he knew what the guy was talking about by the nervous look on his face but nonetheless he questioned, "What are you talking about?"
"You know what we're talking about Tristan," another one piped up. "You were over at her house last night. And apparently you had a good time."
"Where'd you hear that?" Tristan asked accusingly as he tried to regain his usual cocky attitude.
"Straight from the horse's mouth," Paris interrupted with a glare.
"Going after another one Tristan?" another guy asked.
Tristan didn't know how to answer that. He had to keep up his reputation, especially if he and Rory Gilmore were not close to any kind of relationship other than friendship. Besides, it's not like what he said to these guys right now was important to anyone else but him and them. It'd be forgotten by the time he got to class. So he decided how he was going to answer them.
"Yeah, that's it," Tristan nodded with a smirk. "After all, if anyone's gonna get Rory Gilmore, it's gonna be me, right?"
The others openly expressed that they agreed in one way or the other.
"Keep it up Dugray," one of the guys called as Tristan turned and walked off. He gave a wave of his hand as if to say that he would.
Tristan made his way down the hallway to lunch. He didn't want to take his car off campus today – he wanted to see Rory. Even if he didn't talk to her he knew she'd be there at her usual table reading and listening to her walkman.
As he took a seat at a table that included his friends, many of them also most of the top people (socially) in their class, they glanced at him.
"What are you all looking at me for?" he asked confused. With that said, everyone turned back to their lunch and conversations.
As soon as Tristan sat down, he looked towards where Rory usually sat. One of his friends came by and clapped him on the shoulder, possibly taking notice that he was looking over in that direction. "Don't worry Dugray, keep working on it and I'm sure she'll come around. You always get 'em at some point," he said with a laugh.
Tristan looked to the guy, David, who had just taken a seat next to him. "What are you talking about?"
"Rory Gilmore of course. Heard you went to her house yesterday," David smirked.
Tristan's mind began to race. "Shit," he thought. He wondered who exactly this had all gotten around to. Obviously one of the guys, or Paris or Louise, from earlier must have said something; and rumors spread at Chilton like wildfire. Tristan had no idea what he was going to do now. Of course there was a chance that Rory hadn't heard anything…after all, she didn't seem like the type of person to be interested in gossip. But he knew that there was no chance since she was included in the rumor. He didn't know what he was going to do but he figured he'd better try to at least set David straight. Then maybe the whole rumor could change by the end of the day….
"Yeah, I was at her house."
"So?" David asked, curious.
"I had to get a homework assignment," Tristan said seriously. He tried to make it appear like it wasn't any big deal.
"A homework assignment?" David said with a look of laughter on his face.
"Yeah."
"Right…well, you keep asking for those homework assignments. It's worked with all those other girls here at Chilton. Whatever works for you," David finished before getting up and heading for the other end of the table where his girlfriend was.
Tristan shook his head and felt like slamming it against the hard wooden tables in the cafeteria. And if Rory ever heard about any of this, and of course she would, then she'd probably want to assist.
Right now he decided he'd just keep his cool. There was no way he could face her now…or even look at her. If he called her tonight, like he had planned to earlier, it might not be as bad. That was of course if he didn't chicken out.
Email: PaceysLilMcPhee@aol.com
Disclaimer: See first page
Author's Note: I know it's been awhile. I only received one review though from my last chapter and I wasn't sure if I wanted to continue. :o( But, I was looking through my fanfiction disk (yes I have a disk full of my writing) and found this fic again. And I'm anxious to write so I thought this story would be the best to continue w/right now. I don't know why…it's just special. So anyway…if you read, please review! It keeps me motivated to post new chapters must faster! And besides, I'm trying to get over writer's block!
Chapter 5
Tristan sauntered into his first period class and took a seat in his normal seat. First period was English and he was lucky because this was yet another class he had with Rory Gilmore. He had purposely chosen a seat behind her months ago and now he was happier than ever about his decision. Not long after Tristan had settled into his seat, in his regular slouching position, Rory Gilmore appeared at the door. She quickly rushed to her seat just as she did everyday and Tristan pulled out two pages as he leaned forward to talk to her.
"Hey, Rory," he said to get her attention. She lifted her head from her notebook and looked at Tristan with her blue eyes. He tried not to stutter with his next sentence. More of their classmates were entering the room now and the last thing he needed was someone getting the idea that Tristan was chasing after a girl – but this time she wasn't chasing back.
"Um, I accidentally took a couple of pages of your notes with me yesterday," he continued. "I thought you might need to them to study or something."
Rory nodded as she took the papers that were in Tristan's outstretched hand. "Thanks Tristan."
Tristan nodded back. "No problem. And thanks for showing me around Stars Hollow. It's pretty great there."
"Yeah it is," Rory agreed. She gave him a smile before the bell rang and the teacher began class.
Tristan shoved his Chemistry book into his locker and continued to contemplate whether to take home his math book tonight. If he forgot it he could call his good friend Rory…. Fortunately, he had the whole afternoon to decide. He grabbed his Civics book to use in his next class. Unfortunately, this was a class he did not have with Rory. But it didn't matter; he'd still probably spend his time thinking about her. And whether or not he was going to take his math book home with him….
Just as he prepared to slam his locker shut, Paris, Louise, Louise's current fling and his friends, walked up to him.
"Spending quality time with Rory Gilmore, Tristan?" one of the guys asked obnoxiously.
Tristan was caught of guard and it was obvious he knew what the guy was talking about by the nervous look on his face but nonetheless he questioned, "What are you talking about?"
"You know what we're talking about Tristan," another one piped up. "You were over at her house last night. And apparently you had a good time."
"Where'd you hear that?" Tristan asked accusingly as he tried to regain his usual cocky attitude.
"Straight from the horse's mouth," Paris interrupted with a glare.
"Going after another one Tristan?" another guy asked.
Tristan didn't know how to answer that. He had to keep up his reputation, especially if he and Rory Gilmore were not close to any kind of relationship other than friendship. Besides, it's not like what he said to these guys right now was important to anyone else but him and them. It'd be forgotten by the time he got to class. So he decided how he was going to answer them.
"Yeah, that's it," Tristan nodded with a smirk. "After all, if anyone's gonna get Rory Gilmore, it's gonna be me, right?"
The others openly expressed that they agreed in one way or the other.
"Keep it up Dugray," one of the guys called as Tristan turned and walked off. He gave a wave of his hand as if to say that he would.
Tristan made his way down the hallway to lunch. He didn't want to take his car off campus today – he wanted to see Rory. Even if he didn't talk to her he knew she'd be there at her usual table reading and listening to her walkman.
As he took a seat at a table that included his friends, many of them also most of the top people (socially) in their class, they glanced at him.
"What are you all looking at me for?" he asked confused. With that said, everyone turned back to their lunch and conversations.
As soon as Tristan sat down, he looked towards where Rory usually sat. One of his friends came by and clapped him on the shoulder, possibly taking notice that he was looking over in that direction. "Don't worry Dugray, keep working on it and I'm sure she'll come around. You always get 'em at some point," he said with a laugh.
Tristan looked to the guy, David, who had just taken a seat next to him. "What are you talking about?"
"Rory Gilmore of course. Heard you went to her house yesterday," David smirked.
Tristan's mind began to race. "Shit," he thought. He wondered who exactly this had all gotten around to. Obviously one of the guys, or Paris or Louise, from earlier must have said something; and rumors spread at Chilton like wildfire. Tristan had no idea what he was going to do now. Of course there was a chance that Rory hadn't heard anything…after all, she didn't seem like the type of person to be interested in gossip. But he knew that there was no chance since she was included in the rumor. He didn't know what he was going to do but he figured he'd better try to at least set David straight. Then maybe the whole rumor could change by the end of the day….
"Yeah, I was at her house."
"So?" David asked, curious.
"I had to get a homework assignment," Tristan said seriously. He tried to make it appear like it wasn't any big deal.
"A homework assignment?" David said with a look of laughter on his face.
"Yeah."
"Right…well, you keep asking for those homework assignments. It's worked with all those other girls here at Chilton. Whatever works for you," David finished before getting up and heading for the other end of the table where his girlfriend was.
Tristan shook his head and felt like slamming it against the hard wooden tables in the cafeteria. And if Rory ever heard about any of this, and of course she would, then she'd probably want to assist.
Right now he decided he'd just keep his cool. There was no way he could face her now…or even look at her. If he called her tonight, like he had planned to earlier, it might not be as bad. That was of course if he didn't chicken out.