Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Gilmore Girl Characters. The only ones I own are the ones you don't know and are in my life for real. Not in this chapter…next one!

Authors Note: please read and review! It's senior year…Rory and Dean are no longer dating they broke up over the summer. Tristan is back…he came back over the summer and he didn't have to go back due to good behavior.

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Chapter One: One kiss turns your life upside down

Tristan DuGrey was back. Yes, he was here in the flesh at Chilton. His locker was next to mine and let's just say I was not thrilled. Somehow he got into all of the classes I was in. I didn't have a lab partner for science and guess who was my partner. Oh, yes it was he. Except, he seemed different somehow, I couldn't place it but he was no longer the egotistical jerk I once saw him as. He was quieter than he used to be. I was surprised at his change. I guess I grew up too.

The school was holding a spring play and much to my mother's surprise as well as my own I wanted to try out. It was A Walk to Remember. I had read the book once, twice, three times at least. I had fallen in love with Landon Carter. I had seen the movie with Shane West and more than ever did I want my own Landon.

"Rory are you trying out for the school play?" I was speechless, it sounded like Tristan but I looked over my book. It was him…he called me Rory! I grinned happily and he smiled back at me.

"Yeah, I'm trying out to be Jamie,"

"That's great you'll probably make it. I want to try out for Landon. When I read the book Landon seemed a little like me…and Jamie reminds me of someone here at Chilton whom I like,"

"You've read A Walk to Remember?"

"Don't be so skeptical of me, Gilmore. Military School really changed me. I've read it…"

"Why did you read it?"

"Well right before I was sent to military school I saw you reading it at lunch and I thought it looked good,"

"Serious?"

"Yes and Jamie reminds me of a girl here,"

"Paris right?"

"No,"

"then who?" He took a deep breath and looked at me strangely. Suddenly my thoughts stopped and rested on him.

'No…no…. There's no way I can like him! This is Tristan, Tristan DuGrey. He made Chilton a hell for you, remember Rory?' Somehow all those thoughts flew out of my brain. I was falling for him…hard. His smile only made it worse, the way his eyes were always totally focused on yours was amazing.

 "I like…"

"Tristan, come on!" I said playfully hitting him in the arm. I could feel a tingle coming into my fingertips and I froze then the bell rang.

"Aww…Tristan you planned on that,"

"Planned on what?"

"Not telling me," I grumbled but then suddenly I glanced over at Tristan. He was looking at me in a way I knew who he liked. He liked me! I giggled to myself and he stopped.

"You know don't you?"

"Know what?" I asked already knowing his answer.

"Who I like,"

"I don't know! Oh no we're going to be really late for English. Come on!" We ran through the halls until we got to the classroom. I reached for the doorknob but I saw Tristan giving me a look. "What? Is my hair messed up?"

"No…no it's perfect Rory Gilmore. Just like the rest of you," He whispered quietly and I let go of the doorknob and turned towards him.

"You like me don't you?" He leaned down and our lips met. We kissed for what seemed like forever. Suddenly the door swung open and there was Mr. Medina.

"Jeez!" I shouted as I jumped away from Tristan. I looked at him nervously. "Are you two planning on coming to class?"

"Yes," we both mumble and went in. I could feel all 26 kid's eyes on Tristan and me. My hair shielded me from them all. Only Two seats were left in the room. Both in the same row right next to each other. I slid into my seat, as did Tristan. My eyes drifted back to the door where Mr. Medina still was standing in the hallway. Paris suddenly jumped up and began walking fast out of the classroom towards the girl's room. I quickly followed jumping over people's feet that were sticking out in the aisles. I went in and saw Paris standing by the sink sniffling.

 "Paris, look I'm sorry,"

"Who are you kidding Rory? Like you would care if you hurt my feelings or not!"

"Whoa, Paris stop,"

"You knew I liked Tristan!"

"Keyword is liked! That was sophomore year I thought you would be over it by now!"

"Well…still," she tried to defend herself but she was losing badly.

"No, Paris He doesn't know you still like him. He likes me,"

"You can't prove that!" her temper was obviously rising and I was annoyed. "Why else do you think we were kissing for? The play, maybe?" Her mouth opened in shock obviously surprised at my outburst. "You hate him, don't you?"

"That was two years ago, feelings can change," I gently reminded her.

"What are you trying to tell me? That you like him?"

"Maybe,"

"Rory, it's a yes or no question not maybe,"

"I don't know!" Suddenly the door open, I paused in mid-sentence. Tristan came in and we froze.

"What are you doing here?" We both asked in mid- screech.

"This conversation is about me is it not?" I groaned his arrogance was coming back. I closed my eyes and slowly counted to 10.

'1…. what the hell is he doing here…2…this is the girl's room…3…Tristan is not helping me at all…4…but he looks so cute…5…what am I saying? 6 no, I don't like Tristan…7…than what was that kiss about? 8…I have to leave this place now…9…but auditions are going to be tough…10'

Tristan and Paris are both staring at me and I glare. After a moment or two Tristan silently leaves. Paris takes a tissue and fixes her hair. Not saying another word she heads back to English class. I lean against the wall and let the tears flow. Tristan was hurting me, more then he'd ever know…what was I going to do? The bell rings but I am far from it. Wiping my cheeks with my hands I quietly head out back to class to find the door locked.

 "Damn," I mutter today was not going my way at all.

"He came back because he's in love with you," Mr. Medina said walking back to his room towards me. "What?" I ask looking up to see Mr. Medina. I blush at his comment…it was kind of pathetic for a teach to recognize someone being in love with me before I do. 

"Rory, its obvious Tristan is in love with you. As soon as you came to this school, he fell for you. When he had to go to military school I knew he would be back for you,"

"Why are you out here if it's eighth period?" I asked obviously changing the subject.

"The bell rang. Let me unlock the door so you can get your backpack,"

"Thanks," I quickly entered the classroom grabbed my bag from the desk, question about homework, tell him not to mention this to my mother and leave hurrying to auditions hoping I wasn't late.