A/N: *sniffle * no one cares about this fan fiction anymore. Sigh. Review please
Chapter 12- Paris is crumbling

Tristan was sitting in the middle of history class, thinking about what has happened in the last few days.

*It's only Wednesday and I've already fallen completely in love with her. *

The bell rang for the dismissal of school. Tristan quickly packed up and caught up to Rory at her locker.

"Hey Tristan."

Rory no longer had to look up to know that Tristan was around. If he was near, she could feel his presence. But there still sat this nagging feeling within her, about Dean. She couldn't shake this feeling off, and having Tristan around her all the time, giving her these complex feelings, just seemed to confuse her more.

"Hey Mary. So, are you ready?"

"Almost. I need to talk to Paris really fast."

Rory scanned the hall with her eyes to find Paris in a seemly heated discussion with Jaime. "I guess I can just call her."
"I can't believe you but me in that situation Jamie!" Paris had flames roaring within her eyes, giving Jamie the most hateful stare she could bring upon herself to give him.

"What?"

"You asked to cheat off of me on that English test! Do you want to ruin my chances of getting into a good school?"

"Like it matters. You didn't even get into Harvard."

Paris's furious eyes filled with tears. "I blame you for that!"

Jamie just rolled his eyes at her. "I didn't embarrass myself in front of the entire student body talking about their personal life. You've been a real bitch since you got that rejection letter."

Paris slapped Jamie in the face. "I hate you!"

She ran away to the parking lot, to her car, and drove away from Chilton, not looking back.
"Thanks for the ride home Tris."

"No problem Mary. See you tomorrow."

Rory wheeled into her house and saw that the answering machine was blinking.

Doctor: Hello, this is Doctor Henderson to inform you that Rory's rib was broken lower than we thought. She does not need to use the wheel chair, but I would recommend a check up as soon as possible to see how she is doing.

Rory felt like jumping up and down. She felt restless in her wheel chair, feeling completely useless and incapable of doing what she would usually do. She steadied herself off the wheelchair, finding it quiet easy to do so. She walked a bit and felt tired, from the lack of use of her legs in the two days. She sat back on the couch and smiled.

As she was getting ready to start her homework, Paris walked into her house with her eyes filled with tears.

"Paris, what happened?"

"Jamie and I got into a fight."

Rory got up and hugged Paris. They both walked to the living room and sat down on the couch. Paris went onto tell her exactly what had happened, and Rory sympathetically hugged her friend again.

"I know just what you need to do Paris?"

"What?"

"You might not like this, but you need to seriously wallow."

"Wallow?"

"Just sit here, eat all this junk food and watch a Julia Robert's movie."

Paris looked up. "What about homework?"

"This may be hard to digest but forget about studies now. Empty your head. Wallow."

Paris had on her face a look of complete surprise, like as if Rory just grew an extra head on her shoulder.

"Trust me, it's for your own good."

"If you think so."

"Paris, I know so. Just sit down and relax. I am going to get someone to come and drop all that stuff off."

Rory looked for the phone, which was luckily on the couch and called Jess. She ordered him to buy all sorts of junk food, rent "Noting Hill" and not to ask any questions. Before Jess could say anything, Rory hung up. She looked back at Paris and gave her yet another sympathetic hug.

"Everything is going to be fine."