This is my first fic...so bare with me if this story is lame or cliche...uh whatever..
REVIEW! PLEASE....wether it be constructive critism...or good things..which I doubt.
Ok read on lovelies..
-Jen
She sauntered to her locker absent mindedly, knowing he would be waiting for her. The events of last night was stitched in her head, the kiss, the passion, the sex. Resting her back on her locker, she waited for him. She kept herself busy, closed her eyes and licked her lips replaying every detail that had happened that night.
~Flashback~
" Go away." He said coldly, his back to her.
She could see his refined build, she would have been lying to herself if she had said he was unattractive. He sat on the edge of the bed, lit cigarette in hand. Even with his back to her, he made her knees go weak. There was no denying the fact that she had fallen for him, and she had fallen hard. He took a long drag of his cigarette, flicked it, and shook his head knowing the person was still there. " Tristan-"
" I said leave." His voice in a hoarse whisper. She had stepped back, he never spoke to her like that. Never. The harshness in her voice made her want to run away, far away. But instead her feet didn't move backward, it went forward, toward him.
She wanted him, she needed him to want her as much as she wanted him. She knew he didn't love her, she was just a conquest to him and she knew it. She had shrugged off his false accusations that he liked her, immune to his good looks and charm. But somewhere throughout the year, she had being to fall for him, everything about him. Her common sense told her to stay away from him, that after this night, he wouldn't speak to her, let alone notice her. But just this one night, she could pretend that he loved her, to be close to him, to feel his lips on hers, to feel him inside of her, just this one night she could be happy. Now directly behind him she sat on her knees as she took one more long look at him, she couldn't take it anymore. She rested her hands on his lower back, slowly bringing them up to his shoulders, and around his neck, his cologne intoxicating her. She placed her tongue on his neck, licking her way up to his jaw line. After taking her shirt off, she brought herself around him so that she was facing him, her legs now around his torso. Her face still licking his when he heard him groan. Satisfied with his pleasure she brang her lips to his, already losing herself. " I love you, u know that?" She breathed out. Bringing her lips to his again, barely touching, he gently shoved her off him.
This cant be happening, she thought as she closed her eyes forcing back the tears that had already formed. How could he ignore the sparks that were present.
"Am I not pretty enough for you? Of course I'm not, you dated a lot of girls that were much prettier than me, much more experienced, I was just a game wasn't I?" She silently asked, still closing her eyes. With no response, she continued. " Well, you know what you win, you fuckin win Tristan, I fell for you okay? I was so stupid enough to fall for your act, I thought u liked me...loved me." She said, now only a whisper. She felt like she was going to be sick, when she heard nothing but silence. Finally giving in to the tears that were lashing out for an outlet, facing down, she slowly opened her eyes, tears viciously started falling down her cheeks. Her eyes wandered to a pair of blue eyes, the same eyes that were his and his only, the same eyes that she had always got lost in, Tristans eyes.
When he saw her close her eyes, she was obviously in pain. To hear her put down herself because of him made him crumble, it broke him in two. But when he heard her say she loved him, he felt like he could fly. She loved him, a smile quickly began to form on his lips, but vanished as he saw her, head in hands crying her heart out. How could he make her cry? He knelt down in front of her, when their eyes met. He felt a pang of guilt stuck through him realizing she hadn't stop crying. He brought his hand to her cheeks, gently wiping the tears with his thumbs. Disgusted with himself, he stood up heading for the doorway.
Just when he opened the door, she closed it. She grabbed his arm, making him face her. She pushed him so that his back was resting on the door as she trapped him with one hand on both sides of his body. Standing on her tiptoes, she nibbled on his lip as she one hand tugged at his shirt. She ran her tongue across the bottom of his lip begging for entrance, but his mouth remained tightly shut.
How pathetic could I get? she thought. The tears that were once falling, began to flood again. Here she was forcing herself onto him, when all he did was stand there. She backed away disgusted with herself. She laid on his bed, closing her eyes, as she heard the door open then shut. He left her. How could she think such a thing would happen, sure he had made her believe that he wanted her, maybe he made all girls feel this way, her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the door open. She abruptly sat up, surprised to find Tristan there smirking...only in his joe boxers and jeans. He walked to her, his muscles attracting every part of her body, he brought his lips to her ears and asked "You don't know how much I want to fuck you right now." He licked his lips taking in the sight of her, both half naked. Turning his head so that he was facing her, she smiled, and he gave one in return.
He leaned in, their lips meeting halfway. It was he who was now begging for entrance, as she opened her mouth his tongue explored every inch there was. She felt like she could scream right then and now if he didn't initiate the next move, and at the same time he felt like he was going to go crazy if they didn't get closer. As if reading each others mind, he wrapped his arms around determined to get that bra off, while she took every energy she had not to deepen the kiss but rather getting his jeans off. For about a minute, she heard Tristan mumble "shit!" still struggling to get her bra off, she broke off the kiss and smiled at his disappointed look. He put on a pout, and her smile grew big. "Having trouble?" " Ive always hated bras..." and with that she took it off. But it had stopped there since she got a call from Emily to be at their house ASAP. Saying it was an emergancy.
She muttured a curse word knowing now, that the house call was not worth leaving a dejected, but still horney Tristan behind.Interrupted by the bell, she hurried to get to class, wondering in daze where Tristan could have been. Seated, she glanced to the left and saw Tristan staring at her, she quickly flushed red at the thought that he had seen her in much less. Turning away embarrassed, he made his way to her. "Missed me much?" Her smile grew big as his smirk grew intense. As they fell into their usual banter it went unnoticed by either one of them that they had talked during the whole period. " Listen, I got go...meet me at my car afterschool?" With that, he pecked her cheek and left. Rory surprised by his sweet gesture, began to flush a deep red.
"Hey." She said opening the door to his car. He smiled and she melted. The house was huge, none the less classy. Every painting got looked at, every furniture glanced, everything was graced by her eyes. They made their way to his room and rory being well, hot, took off her blazer and shirt, leaving her clad in only a wife beater and her skirt. Tristan did the same. They watched TV, laughed and kissed. Suprisingly no one brought up that night, and the events hadn't been repeated. Resting her hand on his chest, she thought its times like these when they couldn't get any better. Both fell asleep.
She got home later that day thankful her mom had been at the inn due to something concerning Sookie. A lot of questions wouldn't have to be answered tonight.
Rory dreamt that night of tristan...with another girl. She had woke up in tears, and suddenly she had remembered she was just a conquest to him. That night...he hadn't told her he loved her...hell he didn't even say he liked her. Another session of waterworks came into play, but as much as she hated to admit it, she would greedily give in, to become just another notch in his belt.
When she got to school, she spotted him by his lockers talking to his clique. Unfazed, she dragged him away to the nearest janitors closet, and lost her virginity. Hah, who would've thought. But the love making-no it wasn't love she thought to herself bitterly ...no..the sex was fucking great. That day they did it 4 times, one in the morning before class, one at recess, one at lunch, and one in his car after school. So, school was actually good for something. They carried this on for about a week. Then she got tired. Tired of pretending he loved her, the next day she asked him the inevitable question.
