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Rory woke with her alarm clock, and was ready in an hour. She had learned easily the secrets of beauty. Today her red hair was curled out, with a cute flippy look. Her skirt was even shorter than the day before, and when she walked it was easy to see her perfected ass hanging out of her almost non-existent underwear. She put on Fishnet stockings and high heels, and only buttoned one button of her shirt. She put on red lipstick, a kind that didn't clash with her hair on carefully. She drank a cup of coffee in her kitchen and read Seventeen magazine. She affirmed that she was definitely hotter than the cover girl. Vanity suited the former humble girl well. She slid into her car, a Honda Civic, and drove away at illegal speeds.

She parked her car at Chilton and locked it. She was still upset about the night before, and seeing her mother, but she hid it well. She was greeted, not by the boys who loved her, the girls who wanted to be her, or her best friend or boyfriend, but by her number one enemy, Paris.

"If it isn't the Gilmore whore"

"Paris, I'm not in the mood."

"You think you're perfect now huh? The King and Queen of Chilton? How soon is it before you dump his ass too? Or he dumps yours? They only want you for sex Rory."

"Bullshit. Don't even mess with me."

"Why not? You mean to say that the little Whore of the school can't deal with one little "Loser. Maybe because The whore is now number 3 in the class?"

"Is this what this shit is all about?"

"You used to own the place, or so you acted like, but now boys are important, and to them you are a ant, an ugly little girl they only tease and ignore. So you can act like you're higher-than-thou Madame Virgin, but the only reason you call me a whore is because you can't get any."

A clap erupted behind her, her friends had came to watch the bitch-fight. Rory turned and left, and slipped into Tristan's arms. Paris stood watching the happy crowd leave. She scowled. Rory Gilmore was the biggest whore of the school, and Paris knew it would backfire on her someday, but maybe that was just wishful thinking.

A little bit before the bell, Rory detached Summer from her boyfriend, and explained what had happened the previous night. Summer was shocked and appalled. In her world, it was a sin for things not to go her way, and she expected it to be the same for her best friend. Summer promised that she could stay with her anytime needed, and promised to have her dad talk to Rory's, although subtly, as all such business was done. Summer hugged her and remained very comforting.

The bell rang, and students scattered into their classrooms, and at last Summer and Rory separated from their boyfriends with kisses. Rory walked into her class, quite obviously as though she owned it. The teacher didn't say anything, although she would have any other time, the fact was simply that it would do no good. Ben was in this class. She hated block scheduling. Only one class with Tristan today. Ben put his arm around Madeline and kissed her cheek, and looked up to Rory to make sure she was watching. She rolled her eyes and looked away. Madeline wasn't very happy with his act to make Rory jealous, but she was used to it. All the boys wanted Rory and Summer. Madeline and Louise were the second best a guy could get.

The next class was the only one she had with Tristan, Mr. Medina's. Rory and Tristan stayed in the back of the classroom, flirting and being playful for most of the class. It was amazing that no matter how much they slacked they always seemed to make wonderful grades. At the end of class, Mr. Medina asked Rory to stay behind.

"Rory, your mother came to my house last night."

"Small world."

"She asked me to talk to you."

"I don't know if you can do that as a teacher."

"Advise a student, at the authorization of a parent? Sure I can."

"But I don't have to listen."

"Not really, but you might want to."

"I want to go to lunch, and sit with my boyfriend, and never see my mother ever again."

"Rory…"

She walked out of the room, rolling her eyes. Would her mother try to use everybody to get to her? Why now, all of a sudden did she want Rory to come home? She wasn't ever going back. Ever. She went to drop her stuff off at her locker, and wiped away one solitary tear when she saw Tristan waiting at it. She kissed him, and he turned it into an almost disgusting make out session, and then she finally pulled away. He didn't even know that he had distracted her from her problems. She jumped on his back, and he gave her a piggyback ride into the cafeteria. They sat down with all their friends, the group was laughing, talking about the verbal sparring match Rory had won with Paris that morning. They all were together like a scene from a movie, and Rory was emotionally detached, suddenly she wanted her mother. She was in her own little world, like she was watching her life through a movie screen. She was simply living, and it was depressing. She went through the motions of being who she thought she was, but she wasn't so sure anymore.

Tristan noticed she was weird, but didn't know what to say. He finally did. He was walking her to her car, their fingers laced. He pressed her up against it and kissed her gently, then pulled away. "What's wrong, Baby?"

"Nothing."

"Rory…"

"My mom showed up at my house last night, and then Paris this morning… really I'm just tired."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault."

She kissed him goodbye, and drove home. She quickly climbed the stairs to her room and fell onto the bed, underneath the giant canopy, into the red silk sheets. She really liked Tristan. Everything was weird. She liked her new life, but she didn't want to see people to remind her of the old one. First Dean, then her mom. All she really wanted was to be left alone, to be able to be the new Rory again, without feeling guilty. Surely her mom and everybody else was over it by now. She sighed, and curled up for a nap. She slept well, sleep was her escape from the world, and especially today, she needed it. The ring of her phone woke her up. She groggily answered it.

"Hello?"

"Rory!"

"Louise?"

"Yeah! Hey, I was thinking about dying my hair, and I was wondering what color you think would be good."

Rory almost sighed, this was her life.

"Hmm, the color is so pretty right now!"

"You think so?"

"Definitely. It's hot!"

"Highlights?"

"Nah"

"So, what are you doing?"

"I just woke up from a nap."

"Hungover?"

"Did I look it today?"

"Not really. Damn, the way you got Paris today was great."

"She deserved it."

"I cannot believe I used to be friends with that skank."

"Well, I mean if she's going to presume all of us to be whores, she can't expect to have any friends."

"I know! She'll never find a guy who likes her, she's just so, intimidating."

"Exactly! She used to scare me! Thank god I'm out of that phase."

"I know! Somebody had to keep that girl in her place, and you do a wonderful job at it!"

"You're right."

"Liz just got over so I guess I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye Bye"

"Toodles!"

Rory laid down the phone, and lay in bed for a little bit more. Then she rolled over and found the phone again, and dialed Tristan's cell phone number.

"Hey Baby," he said in a sexy voice.

"Hey Tristan! Do you wanna come over tonight? I'm feeling like visiting the hot tub."

"Well that's an irresistible offer."

"I know. So what time will you be over?"

"How does, about ten minutes sound?"

"Perfect. One last thing."

"What?"

"Would you rather me wear my red bikini, my blue bikini, or my white bikini."

"I'd rather you wear nothing, but white sounds great."

"The color of purity."

"Better make it red, the color of passion."

"Will do. See you in a little bit."

She changed into her tiny red bikini, and sat, examining her body in the mirror.

Tristan came in the door, already decked out in his expensive designer swimsuit, which cost so much that most people wouldn't even get wet. They held hands and walked towards the sunroom overlooking the pool where the hot tub was. Christopher was leaving his office, and saw the two. He usually didn't talk to Rory's boyfriends, but this time he did.

"I'm Christopher, Rory's dad."

"Tristan DuGrey, sir."

"Nice to meet you Tristan.

"You too Mr. Hayden."

Christopher walked away, and as they went into the hot tub Rory smiled and said, "Suck up."

He picked her up and swung her around, smiled, and they got into the hot tub. She turned on the jets, and the smiled, and laid back to relax.

"I'm already sick of the teachers at school," Tristan started.

"I know! Especially Mr. Medina, holding me back in class to try to talk me into going to Stars Hollow. What an ass."

"God. They're already piling on the work too."

"Just one more year and then it's off to Harvard."

"I'm going there too,"

"Can you make the grades?" she asked teasingly.

"If you believe in yourself, you can do anything."

"Somebody's been watching Mr. Rodgers marathons."

"It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood…" he started to sing, but stopped by kissing her.

The kiss turned more passionate and then into a make out session. She had her legs wrapped around his waist and they were kissing. He slowly started fooling with the top of her bikini, and his hands went up it. She looked into his eyes and smiled, and then removed his hands. "My Room," she whispered.

They made their way up the stairs and into her room, and then onto the bed. She lowered his swimming trunks and looked into his eyes as she did what she had done many, many times. What had become a part of her. This however, was the first time she did not feel like a whore while doing it. He returned the favor and they were in bliss. The were naked, and making out and their hands roamed around each other's bodies, but they did not have sex. Finally, they stopped and said goodbye with a small peck.

Rory lay in bed, still naked, and stared at her ceiling. She withdrew underneath the red sheets and smiled. Maybe this Tristan thing would last a while. She liked the idea of staying with the same guy for more than a week. This was going to be the best school year ever, she decided.

The next day at school rumors was spreading about them. Nobody cared who slept with whom usually, but for some reason rumors about Rory and Tristan were the biggest gossip. Their friends laughed and took their word on it, but everybody else seemed to want to believe the strange and weird rumors, such as them having sex on the school lawn. They smiled, laughed, and enjoyed each other's company. They simply didn't care if everybody wanted to talk about them.

They went through the day with cuteness almost illegal for a couple that seemed to be just players trying to play each other. People liked the idea of them together. Even though he had been gone he was like a King for the school, and she had been the Queen of Chilton since the previous summer. There never really had been one before, maybe Summer, and even earlier on Paris seemed to have granted herself the title, but now Every girl wanted to be Rory, and every boy wanted her. Everything worked, and they liked it.

She was in a good mood the next day, and rolled out of bed smiling. She showered and fixed her hair, this time she curled it into long loose ringlets. She got dressed, in the same fashion she had in the days before, and applied her makeup. She grabbed a cup of coffee from Starbucks and was on her way to school. Today, she walked through school with shine. She smiled at people she liked, nodded at acquaintances, and made the rest of the people feel like losers. She approached her group. She gave Summer a kiss on the cheek, and admired her hair, which was very straight, if only for that day. Tristan smiled when he saw her, and they held hands and he gave her a peck. Madeline and Ben had just broken up, Madeline's doing. Madeline was standing against the lockers with Louise, talking and laughing. Ben was not planning on striking out three times, and was laughing with Angela, a sweet girl, who was pretty, but not sexy, and was known to be very much a slut.

Tristan sighed, and said, "Babe? I can't go to the party Friday."

"Why not?" Rory whined.

"I just got home, so we have to go over to my grandparents house. I don't have a choice."

"Dammit! We were going to have so much fun."

By looking at him, Rory could tell he was really worried. He thought she would hook up with somebody else at the party. It wasn't exactly a ludicrous idea. She had left guys who were at the parties before, so a guy who didn't even come to the parties was likely to get left in the dust. She smiled, kissed him and said, "Don't worry, I'll be good. I promise."

He kissed her. He still didn't like it, he was a jealous guy, but he would have to deal with it.

At the end of school, Tristan hung over Rory's car, and they were the last ones there, still kissing. When they finally pulled away they smiled at each other, and Rory winked at him. Tristan watched her drive off before he got into his car, and he said to himself, "That's my Mary."