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A/N: Thanks for the reviews! Eeks, I realized I made a crucial, TERRIBLE
mistake with the lockers and bells stuff. Hee.. It didn't help that I
don't study in Yale, or USA for that matter. Anyway updated the previous
chapter, and made the changes, thanks again to all the review!
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Why must she be here?? Didn't she want to go to Harvard. Even though Dad wanted me to go to Harvard, I refused. I didn't want to watch her be in Paper Boy's arms every day. Now she's here, and she's in my literature class.
She doesn't know that I'm in this class yet. She looks so pretty. She hasn't changed much in the last 2 years. She's still the intellectual smart girl that I used to know. She has grown prettier, more mature. I guess life with Paper Boy had been good.
Now she's looking around. Wonder when she'll notice I'm here. Her hair glistening in the sun and her beautiful eyes looked around. Get a grip Tristan DuGrey! Don't make a fool of yourself. She doesn't love you, she loves the paper boy. Don't let her see how much you love her.
I hope she allows me to be her friend again. I don't think I can live 4 years being in the same school as her with her treating me as a stranger. Please..
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Rory sneaked a glance at Tristan sitting next to her. He had insisted on sitting next to his "Princess" during Trigonometry class. She could smell his tangy cologne as he concentrated on his work. It had been almost 2 years since he left Chilton for military school.
Military school had been good for him. His previously scrawny looking body had been toned up. He was still fair, yet the arms seemed more toned, and there was something more. He seemed more mature, and more responsible, maybe Military school taught him to be more of a man, Rory thought amusingly to herself.
"Seen enough, Princess?" Tristan whispered without looking up. Embarrassed at being caught staring at him. Rory flushed and returned to her work.
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At the canteen,
"Come on Princess, let's blow this joint. Look at this place! The food probably sucks. Come on, let me bring you to someplace else." Tristan looked at Rory, tugging her hand as they stood at the cafeteria. Rory looked at his beseeching eyes and shyly nodded her head.
"Trissty. where were you? Didn't we agree to go to the mall for lunch?? Why didn't you meet me outside my class?!" Rory cringed as the girl practically lunged for Tristan.
Tristan looked from Rory to the girl hanging on his arm. "Erm. Rory, Barb. Bard, Rory. Rory was my friend in Chilton and Barb is my."
"Girlfriend!" Barb chimed in, looking at Rory with narrowed eyes. She had seen the look in Tristan's eyes when he looked at Rory. It was the look of longing, and.. love?
"Girlfriend huh.? Hi.Erm.. I just remembered! I had to go to the library to do some research. Ok Tristan See you around!" Rory said flusteredly. She turned and practically ran out of the cafeteria.
"Rory!!" Tristan shouted after her, but by that time Rory couldn't or didn't want to hear.
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Why must she be here?? Didn't she want to go to Harvard. Even though Dad wanted me to go to Harvard, I refused. I didn't want to watch her be in Paper Boy's arms every day. Now she's here, and she's in my literature class.
She doesn't know that I'm in this class yet. She looks so pretty. She hasn't changed much in the last 2 years. She's still the intellectual smart girl that I used to know. She has grown prettier, more mature. I guess life with Paper Boy had been good.
Now she's looking around. Wonder when she'll notice I'm here. Her hair glistening in the sun and her beautiful eyes looked around. Get a grip Tristan DuGrey! Don't make a fool of yourself. She doesn't love you, she loves the paper boy. Don't let her see how much you love her.
I hope she allows me to be her friend again. I don't think I can live 4 years being in the same school as her with her treating me as a stranger. Please..
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Rory sneaked a glance at Tristan sitting next to her. He had insisted on sitting next to his "Princess" during Trigonometry class. She could smell his tangy cologne as he concentrated on his work. It had been almost 2 years since he left Chilton for military school.
Military school had been good for him. His previously scrawny looking body had been toned up. He was still fair, yet the arms seemed more toned, and there was something more. He seemed more mature, and more responsible, maybe Military school taught him to be more of a man, Rory thought amusingly to herself.
"Seen enough, Princess?" Tristan whispered without looking up. Embarrassed at being caught staring at him. Rory flushed and returned to her work.
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At the canteen,
"Come on Princess, let's blow this joint. Look at this place! The food probably sucks. Come on, let me bring you to someplace else." Tristan looked at Rory, tugging her hand as they stood at the cafeteria. Rory looked at his beseeching eyes and shyly nodded her head.
"Trissty. where were you? Didn't we agree to go to the mall for lunch?? Why didn't you meet me outside my class?!" Rory cringed as the girl practically lunged for Tristan.
Tristan looked from Rory to the girl hanging on his arm. "Erm. Rory, Barb. Bard, Rory. Rory was my friend in Chilton and Barb is my."
"Girlfriend!" Barb chimed in, looking at Rory with narrowed eyes. She had seen the look in Tristan's eyes when he looked at Rory. It was the look of longing, and.. love?
"Girlfriend huh.? Hi.Erm.. I just remembered! I had to go to the library to do some research. Ok Tristan See you around!" Rory said flusteredly. She turned and practically ran out of the cafeteria.
"Rory!!" Tristan shouted after her, but by that time Rory couldn't or didn't want to hear.