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Love can be a pain in the butt- Chapter 8
Stars Hollow (already night)
Tristan was busy reading a book while Rory intently stared at him.
She shook her head. 'How could mom and Lane plant silly accusations in my head? They don't really know him, neither do I. I just want to be friends with Tristan, and I want people to stop assuming that I like him more then a friend too. Is that really too much to ask?'
She looked back at her textbook. She tried to read the words; but they all appeared blurry. Irritated, Rory threw her pen.
Tristan looked up from his book. "What's wrong?"
"I wish I could drop biology. I have no idea why I chose it in the first place."
"Did I just hear the powerful Rory Gilmore who never gives up without a fight, say what I think she said?"
"She's still here, she must be deaf since she can't hear Lazy Rory's cries for help."
Tristan looked at Rory's textbook.
"This is easy Mary, piece of cake."
"Easy for you to say. Do I even need to learn every single detail about the human anatomy? I'm not a pre med; I hope they know that. And do I get the impression you will never stop calling me Mary?"
"Sorry, it just sticks to you."
Rory rolled her eyes.
"What in the world is an areola?" she said looking at the textbook.
Tristan let out a chuckle.
"You don't know what it is?" he asked.
"Does it look like I know?"
"It's practically your nipple."
"How would you seriously know that? Wait! Don't answer that question."
"You should be a doctor." Rory added as she continued writing notes in her notebook.
"Yeah, I was thinking gynecologist."
"Geez that is something I can add to the long list of how much you like females."
"That's too broad."
"Broad?"
" I only like a certain type of female."
"Oops! Forgot to be specific. What type of female do you like?" Rory dryly asked.
"Preferably in the 18 year old range and as you said a long time ago, with substance. No more bimbos for me, I go for the intelligent and witty kind."
"So you can corrupt them?" Rory joked; she looked at Tristan who seemed to be hurt by what she said.
"I've changed you know?"
"I'm sorry and I do know that you have changed."
"You are really good at showing it. You still think I'm that player you knew while back, don't you?"
"I don't. Seriously, I have that vibe that you have gotten off your high horse and grown up."
"My high horse?"
"It's another word for that ego of yours."
"My ego is still here."
"Keep it inside Pandora's box and the world can live peacefully."
"Sorry, let it out this morning."
"I think we should call the Secretary of Defense."
"You go do that Mary."
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Another hour of biology, they called it quits for the day. The two decided to have a movie night. They were walking through the town center, planning on renting a movie and stocking up on junk
"What'd you wanna get?" Tristan asked.
"Hmm… I know!" Rory ran into the video store, Tristan was about to go in but Rory stopped him.
"Stay here."
Five minutes had passed and Rory came out of the video store.
"What did you get?"
"Not telling. Does popcorn and lots of candy sound good?" Rory asked leading Tristan towards Doose's Market.
When the two entered, Rory spotted Dean. 'I thought he doesn't work on Thursday nights!'
Tristan spotted him as well. "You wanna go?""No! It's a free country and I get to go wherever I please and I'm not going to let some…cheating, deceiving, jerk stop me from enjoying my movie night because a movie night is not a movie night without junk food!" Rory's hands were clenched. She had never hated someone so much in her entire life. She never even thought she was capable of hating someone.
"Rory, calm down." Rory turned to Tristan. She calmed down.
"Hey!" Tristan and Rory turned to see Dean heading over to them.
"What's *he* doing here?" Dean demanded.
"It's none of your business." Rory dragged Tristan to the candy section. Dean followed them.
Rory grabbed some chocolate and popcorn, and proceeded to the counter. She turned to Dean.
"Do you mind if you stop stalking us?"
"I do mind. I still care about you."
"Cheating on me. Geez that shows how much you care."
"I'm concerned for your well being." Dean glared at Tristan. Tristan stepped up to him.
"What do you mean by that?" Tristan asked.
"I know your type player. Once you get them in bed, you dispose of them like trash."
"Well I know your type. Cheating son of a bitch."
Both glowered at each other. Before the testosterone in the air got any thicker, Rory pulled them apart.
"Let's go Tristan."
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Gilmore House.
The two sat on the couch, watching Never Been Kissed and munching on junk food.
"I haven't seen this movie in ages." Tristan shoved a few m&m's into his mouth.
"You watch chick flicks?" Rory asked.
"No, the girl I was with then, watched chick flicks, I never got to see the end though…got occupied."
"Eww, too much info." Rory threw a pillow at him
"Thanks." He caught the pillow and put it on Rory's lap, he rested his head on it. Tristan looked up at Rory.
"Baby." Rory chuckled staring at him. Her hand ran through his hair. 'OK, why am I doing that?' Rory thought. 'He's got such soft hair and gorgeous blue eyes…stop it! He's been your friend Rory for less than two days! It's mom and Lane's fault! But his eyes are so…' She continued to intensely stare at him.
Rory snapped out of her trance and diverted her eyes back to the TV. Tristan sensed the awkwardness and sat up on the couch again.
"You didn't have to move." Rory murmured.
"It's OK, couldn't see the TV. Want to perve at the three chicks." He smirked at her.
"Guys." Rory muttered.
The awkwardness disappeared and the bantering returned.
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Next day (Friday) - Morning
'I'm late again, actually I am always late.' Rory dashed to the bus stop only to find that the bus had not come yet. 'That was my exercising for the week.' Rory sat down on the bench.
She yawned; it was obvious she didn't get much sleep last night since Tristan left around 11 and when her mom came home, she wanted every detail about the whole night. 'It's not like anything happened though.'
Rory looked to her left, Dean was heading over to her. She sighed. 'Brace yourself.'
"Rory."
"Dean."
"We need to talk." Dean sat down.
"I thought we already did. I recalled that was when I proclaimed my dying hatred for you."
"I hurt you that much eh?"
"You have no idea."
"I'm sorry. These past two weeks or so have been hell, surely for the both of us."
"Why don't you go tell that to your new girlfriend. I'm sure she can comfort you." Rory stood up and got onto the bus that had arrived.
'There's no point in talking to her, I just make things worse.' Dean sadly shook his head and headed for school.
2A/N: Yes, Dean may not be a Trory's favourite person, but he is supposed to feel bad at what he has done anyway.
3 -- Maria