A/N: Thanks for the reviews. I love them all. Finally, Monday has arrived!
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Chapter Two: Monday
"Rory," he whispers my name as I unbutton his shirt and he kisses me again. "Tristan," I mutter back as his lips press against mine. He's pulling off my shirt as his blue eyes linger on my face.
"Rory!" this time the voice is more feminine and distinctive as Lorelai Gilmore's. I stretch and rub my eyes with my right hand to wake myself up. Hands on hips my mother is standing in front of me. "Mom?" I question sleepily. "What are you doing out here?" my eyes are slowly being accustomed to the light I realize Tristan is gone. My heart drops for a moment thinking it was all a dream but the taste of him still lingers on my lips and I know it wasn't a dream after all.
"What time is it?"
"6:45," Lorelai reports glancing at me suspiciously.
"Crap!" I say jumping off the swing to catch a white piece of paper flutter to the ground, which doesn't get past Lorelai. She raises a quizzical eyebrow at me and I shrug in response. I reach for it but Mom beats me to it.
"Mary," she pauses and smirks at me. "I wondered why you said his name before I woke you up. Not anymore,"
"Mom," I groan but she continues on with reading it.
"Mary, Sorry I had to leave but my Chilton Uniform is at home. I'm sure Lorelai would love finding the two of us asleep on the porch swing. I'll be waiting at Chilton—with coffee. From, Tristan,"
"Don't say anything, please. I'll talk to you tonight, I swear!" I call over my shoulder as I rush to my room gathering my Chilton uniform together. I then change in record speed time. "Bye mom!" I say as I rushed past Lorelai pausing for a moment to take her offered cup of coffee and she kissed me on the forehead.
"Have fun in hell,"
"I will," I call as I take off for the bus stop.
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The bus pulls up at my Chilton stop. I look out the window to see Tristan sitting on the bench reading. My smile grows wide as I hop off the bus. Tristan stands and hands me a cup of coffee. "Thank you," I say happily as I toss my empty cup in the trash and then he leans in for a kiss his lips lingering on mine. "Morning Mary," Tristan says grinning at me.
"Bible Boy," I reply as he grabs my hand.
"What were you reading?" he grins at me again and just shakes his head.
"It's embarrassing,"
"Oh come on," I prob. Smiling sheepishly he produces a copy of Harry Potter.
"You know I haven't read a single one of them,"
"Want to borrow it?"
"Aren't you still reading it?"
"Finished,"
"Great thanks," by now we're in the Chilton parking lot and I can't help but see the dirty looks coming from the female population of Chilton as well as the admiring ones from the males. "Ignore them," Tristan whispers plastering on a fake smile. "I'm trying," I whisper back as we enter the main building.
"I have to go to my locker, so I'll see you second period?"
"Yeah," I reply as he leaves with a quick kiss on my lips. Smiling to myself I continue down the hall. "Well, well, well look who the cat dragged in," Summer says as I open my locker. "Hey Summer," I reply coolly glancing over at her, as the smile plastered on her face suddenly turns malicious.
"You better not be stealing my boy,"
"Your boy?"
"That's right, Gilmore,"
"And who exactly is your boy Summer?"
"Tristan,"
"Last I heard Tristan isn't yours anymore. Remember? Fooling around in the bathroom with Austin?" I say.
"Bitch," she seethes at me and I just roll my eyes as I shut my locker. I continue my route to my first period.
"Tristan and Rory are a couple," Louise announces to Paris. "Why the hell would I care?" she snaps. "I don't know," Louise, says coyly her smile turning wide.
"Because you've liked Tristan foe year," Madeline pipes up.
"Thank you Madeline," Paris says dryly. "Hey Rory," Louise greets with a wave of her hand. "Hey Louise, Madeline," I respond ignoring Paris's entire presence. Today was going to be interesting.
Class was let out early due to an ill-prepared sub. Slipping through the door of the library I could spot Tristan. His blazer was off, discarded to the chair beside him—his sleeves rolled up to his elbows showing off his tanned skin, his tie was loosened around his neck. He looked so cute in his Chilton uniform as he bit the end of his pencil concentrating on his work. "Hey, you," I greet leaning across the table to kiss him. He catches my mouth with ease and kisses me back. "What are you doing out early?" he asks.
"Sub,"
"Good. So, how is your day going?"
"You're Summer's boy,"
"What?"
"Summer told me you're hers,"
"Bull," he responds and I smile. "I was over her before it even started,"
"Good. You know…you're really cute when you're studying,"
"Oh yeah?" Tristan leers. "Yeah," I answer before leaving the library with a swish of my plaid skirt. Moments later Tristan appears in the hall. "You're such a tease Gilmore,"
"So I've heard,"
"From who?" he questions cornering me between the lockers and himself. "You," I murmur before pulling his tie to kiss me.
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It was lunchtime. Normally, a time for me to catch up on my reading and to listen to my music this lunch was going to be different unbeknownst to me. I pull my headphones on over my head. The song starts playing as I tap my fingers to the beat and hum along to myself. Suddenly someone says, "BOO!" really loudly causing me to jump nearly out of my skin. I turn and glare as I pull my headphones off my head. "Sorry Mary," he apologizes meekly as he sits down beside me. "Wrong table," I comment and as I do the people at my table change. Suddenly there are about seven football players with their girlfriends, mainly cheerleaders. "I think this is the right table," Tristan says plastering on a cocky grin. "Rory, this is JJ, Will, Brian, Peter, Max, Jon, Colin, Julie, Amy, Georgia, Krista, Riana, Faith and Cassidy," flashing a fake smile at them all I have to suppress the urge to hit my head against the table. Biting my lip I sneak a glance at Tristan who looks completely comfortable with this situation, which makes me hate him at the moment.
"So…Lori—," one of the girls begin. "Rory," I cut in quickly.
"Right so like what kind of shampoo do you use?"
"Herbal Essences,"
"Oh my god really?" Krista says loudly as she chomps on her gum. This was going to be a long lunch.
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"They didn't!" Lorelai shrieks and I roll my eyes. "Oh they did," I confide in my mother.
"Not only did these girls ask what shampoo, conditioner, nail polish, hair spray and mousse you use they asked what type of lingerie that you like the most?"
"Honest,"
"Oh my god!" Lorelai cries out again tears already running down her cheeks. She then becomes quiet at my glare. "Well," my mom said calm for a moment her face then twisting into a smirk. "What did you say?"
"Well I pretended to think really hard at first,"
"Of course because we all know how much time Rory Gilmore spends selecting her daily lingerie," Lorelai mocks. "Mom!" I complain. "Rory, tell already!"
"I said my black teddy,"
"You mean the fur one I bought for Halloween?"
"The one and only,"
"Man oh man…babe I sure am glad I'm not you,"
"Thanks," I reply dryly sticking my tongue out at her. "So…Luke's?"
"Of course! Let's go," as we leave the phone rings. The answering machine picks it up. "Hey, the Gilmore girls are not here, duh. Leave a message at the beep!"
"That's horrible,"
"Brain overload," my mother explains.
"Hey Ror, it's Tristan. I guess you're not—"
"Hello?" I answer.
"Mary,"
"Bible Boy,"
"How are you?" he asks his voice filling my ears causing me to smile.
"I'm good. How about you?"
"I miss you,"
-End Monday
Coming up next: TUESDAY! Rory meets Tristan's younger brother…and they skip school. Why? Coming soon.