Title: I Hate And I Love
Author: ~ME~
Rating: PG 13
A/N: 1st of all I'd like to apolagise to my American readers for that whole Sizzler thing. I didn't think you had it over there :) (thanx to the reviewer who informed me of Sizzlers prescence in America). Secondly I'd like to thank all my reviewers for their encouraging reviews, although I don't seem to be receiving quite as much as I'd hoped for...
Chapter 17: This hell I'm stuck in
***next day (before school), Chilton***
"So tell me," Madeline began, "How was your 'casual' dinner last night?"
"It was alright. A little boring though." Rory replied.
"I thought it was alright." Paris remmarked.
"Yeah, a der you'd think it was alright." James commented, suprising the 3 girls with his prescence.
"Why? What did she do last night?" Madeline asked curiously.
"You should have seem her and Dave hit it off," James said, "It was almost sickening watching them together."
"Are we talking about the same Paris here?" Madeline asked disbelievingly. "Is this true Paris? Did u and Dave hit it off?"
Paris made no reply but she did suddenly seem to find her blazer sleeve very interesting.
"I hate to think what they must have been like on the phone last night. 'I love you Dave… No I love you… uh-uh I love you more…" James imitated.
Rory slapped James' arm and told him to stop exaggerating.
"Give Paris a break!" Rory said to James, "The two of them were nothing like that last night. They were just enjoying each other's company."
James snorted loudly.
Madeline looked absolutely horrified, while Paris struggled to stifle a laugh.
"James!" Rory scolded.
"Sorry Mum."
"That's so old. Where have you been since year 2?" Rory questioned, laughing.
*** hallway during recess ***
"Have you seen Sarah?" James asked Rory.
"No, why? You sound anxious." Rory replied.
"I haven't seen her all day and I'm getting worried about her."
"She's 15 James," Rory reassured,"she can look after herself. Don't worry about it."
"*sigh*Fine. But let me know if you see her, ok?"
"Sure."
James headed off on his own, leaving Rory behind. She wasn't alone very long because Paris was quick to catch up with Rory.
"What was that about?" Paris questioned.
"He wanted to
know if I'd seen Sarah."
"I saw her this
morning. She didn't look too good."
Rory eyed Paris questioningly
"Her eyes were red and she looked rather nervous." Paris answered
"She probably hasn't quite ajusted to Chilton life yet. It took me long enough."
"Yeah, but you were different. You had Tristan to deal with."
"And you."
"I wasn't very sure about you, that's all."
"Whatever makes you feel better Paris." Rory replied, smiling all the while.
"You've had way too much coffee."
"I don't want to hear you say that ever again Paris! One can never have too much coffee."
Paris merely rolled her eyes and continued walking down the hallway.
"Can we stop by the English staffroom?" Paris questioned," I need to hand some stuff in."
"I'll meet up with you next period because I wanna go look for Sarah and make sure she'd alright."
"Ok then. Cya next period."
Rory wandered here and there, to and fro all recess without any success. There was no sign of Sarah anywhere Rory had looked. Where could she be? Rory thought to herself as she walked off to class dissapointedly. She wanted to help Sarah and also help James by easing his mind from worry about his little sister. How could I help? Just then Rory had an idea. I'll be friends with Sarah and 'show her the ropes'. Maybe James wouldn't worry so much if Sarah were with me…? Coincedentaly, Rory spotted Sarah right at that moment being dragged along in the current of people making their way to period 4.
"Sarah!" Rory called out.
Sarah looked up from the manuscript it front of her, at the sound of her name and spotted Rory waving at her. She pushed throught the crowd and finally reached Rory.
"Hi." Rory greeted as Sarah emerged from the crowd.
"Hey. What did you want?"
"I was wondering if you wanted to meet up at lunch or something?" Rory offered.
"Sure. That'd be really nice, thanx. Would it be alright I brought um, um, what's the name again-ah… Sorry I can't think of the name…" Sarah apolagised.
Rory eyed her watch and realised that she might be late for class if she didn't hurry up. "Don't worry about it. Just bring 'what's his name along'."
Rory dashed off to class and just made it on time.
As usual Rory got stuck next to Tristan, but luckily Paris, Louise and Madeline were all near-by. Tristan didn't waste anytime getting stuck into Rory. Tristan leaned forward and began whispering in her ear.
"So… how's my cute little Mary going this fine summers day?"
Rory turned and looked out the classroom window at the dark clouds and pouring rain and simply smiled.
"Juuust fine Bible-boy."
"A non-insulting comment. Now that is a surprise. What happened? Did you finally realise how badly you want me?"
Rory turned around in her chair, placed a hand on Tristan's hand and looked him in the eye. With a smile Rory replied:
"Oh-No, Tristan you've found out my secret! But you know what?? I don't really care what you say or think! Now isn't that a surprise!" Rory's voice was dripping with sarcasm.
"You'll take that back some day." Tristan reassured, unsure whether he was talking to himself or to Rory.
"That'll be that day." But Rory wasn't convinced she meant what she had said.
Both were still unsure about each other or how they felt toward one another. On one hand for Rory, there was this idiotic jerk who seemed to have nothing better to do other that annoy her, and then on the other hand there was that guy hoo had run after her that time when he fell, his softer side. So many different aspects and views of a person yet only one option could be chosen. Did she want to see him as an enemy, a friend, just another fellow class-mate or something more?? But to see him through anything other than the eyes of pure hatred would mean letting down the fort she'd built around herself. Her fort was her only defence against him and her only way to stay unaffected and not let what he said get any further than her mere outer shell. Did she really want to allow people to connect with her on an emotional level? The only person who could break down her defence at present was her mother and she quite liked it that way. But she was getting rather lonely…and her Mum couldn't always be there……
I wonder what she's thinking about? Tristan wondered as he stared at Rory. She looks like she's deep in thought. Having an inward battle! Tristan laughed quietly to himself. There's that signiature twirling of the hair...Wait for it, wait for it…! And there it is, that heavy sigh that always follows! He could have sat there all day staring at the figure in front of him but then the rememberance of the fact that he was still in class stirred him from his chain of thoughts. Wake up Dugrey! Pay attention, pay attention.
Even though Tristan did his best to pay attention, the rest of the class still went by as a blur. Just thoughts tumbling through his mind, one after the other. Surely there was more to life than this hell he was stuck in.
A/N: well I hope u enjoyed that. I did my best to make this chapter more than just talking. Well, if your nice review, if you're a lazy ass then I spose you wont.
~ME~
