A.N: And to the reviewer who said this story was a knock of Gossip Girl...you will enjoy this chapter. Gossip Girl was the inspiration for this story to begin with but nothing is EXCATLY the same. There are lots of fics out there based on other things neways and all these fics are based on Gilmore Girls neways so its the same sorta thing. Hope everyone else enjoys. We want to know if you want it to be a trory or lit. and if you want a trory do u also want a jess/paris?
Disclaimer: Still not ours, none of it, cept most of the plot and most of the characters.
Chapter 3: They Don't Have Shit On Us
~*~ BASKETBALL GAME, ST. JOHN'S BOYS ~*~
Tristan and Jess's team are standing on the opposite side of the court from the "preps" warming up. Tristan is standing next to Jess jogging on the spot and Jess is doing leg stretches.
TRISTAN: We have to beat them...the stupid faggots.
JESS: Man...those fags dont have shit on us!
TRISTAN: Look at the chicks man. Stuck- up bitches...look at em looking at us like we're not worth shit.
Jess looks over and is instantly alured by a pretty brunette sitting on the edge of the bleecher looking depressed and out of place. She looked over at Jess and lightly smiled at him, a guy sat down next to her and she averted her attention to him.
MARK: And whose he Ms.Hayden?
RORY: No idea but he actually smiled at me. More than i can say for my friends....
MARK: Fuck 'em.
RORY (giggled): If they dont even like me...why do they bother?
MARK: Who gives a shit....they're probably jealous that you're hot and they look like they've fallen out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down.
Mark leaned over and engulfed Rory in a bear hug as she kissed his cheek and whispered thankyou. The siren blew and she turned her attention back to the court. Number 1 (who had smiled at her) ran onto the court as she caught a glimpse of the back of his shirt....Mariano. She smiled as he ran to his position, maybe her day wouldn't be so bad now.
Tristan glanced at his best friend as he took his position and saw him staring at a hot brunette from the prep side. He sighed inwardly and shook his head as the game started.
There were 15 seconds left to the game and Tristan had snagged the ball from the "preps" he was running down the side, he glanced at the clock and took a risk. He chucked the ball from midcourt and cringed as he watched it....it flew straight into the hoop. Jess ran over to him and yelled "we did it", the final whistle blew as Tristan performed his ritual victory dance, he swayed his upper body from side to side bopping his head and clicking his fingers as he lowered his knees to the ground. He got back up and smiled at Jess, they both lifted their shirts over their heads and ran towards each other with their hands in the air, they "faked" bumped into each other, fell to the ground, then helped each other up. Finally finishing with their "trademark" handshake. (we actually know guys who do this.)
MARK: So you want a lift?
RORY: Oh that'd be great thanks.
They begin to walk out to the carpark.
Mark: So you coming to the victory party?
Rory: But...We didn't win.
Mark: Since when have we ever needed a reason to party?
Rory: Too true.
As Mark and Rory make their way towards his car, he notices Jess walking past the car admiring it and stopping to look.
MARK: Nice car isnt it?
JESS: Yeah...wish i had daddy's money to pay for it.
MARK: Daddy's dead.
JESS: Oh shit man im sorry. So what's the rego?
MARK: Nothing my grandparents can't afford. By the way good game....(noticing Rory had checked him out earlier.)
JESS: Yeah we kicked your preppy arses
MARK: What's new?
JESS: By the way i'm jess
MARK: I'm Mark and she's Rory. (He said pointing to the girl standing by his car.)
JESS: Oh yeah cool....she your girl?
MARK:Nah...but if you hurt her ill kill you...
Jess looked over to where Mark was pointing and smiled while thinking...Rory huh? She's a preppy.... probably wouldnt give me the time of day.
MARK: Hey Ror....come meet Jess.
RORY: Hey (she said smiling as she walked over to them both)
JESS: How is ya?
RORY: Ok. Good game by the way.
JESS: Yeah thanks. Tristan saved the day for us thank god.
RORY: The guy who scored the last goal?
JESS: Yep that's ma' man.
RORY: You didnt play so bad yourself, so where you headed now?
JESS: Home to have a few beers with Tris...
MARK: Hey we're going to celebrate at 2i's your more than welcome to tag along if you want...
JESS: Oh nah...you arent really my crowd..sorry
RORY: Oh so we arent good enough for you?
JESS: Oh nah you are. Just dont feel like ruining a good night...thanks for the invite though.
RORY: Ok i'll see you later.
JESS: I hope so.... By the way i didnt catch your last name...
MARK: She didnt give it.....but its Hayden.
JESS: Sweet. See ya's
With that Jess walked off and joined Tristan at the car. He smiled and hopped in.
TRISTAN: What the hell? You talking to preppy's now?
JESS: She was hot and he's nice....what can i say?
TRISTAN: Did you miss the small fact that she's a preppy? (he said raising his voice slightly)
JESS: Look man i know you have a problem with them and all. But they were different....they talked to me.
TRISTAN: Oh...great! They talked to you, la-de-fucking-da, they are rich snobs once they relise you live on the West Side they'll kick you to the curb man.
JESS: Look...for gods sake. You were one for 15 yrs and you have a trust fund worth more than i can count to...
TRISTAN: That don't mean shit....
JESS: Look fuck off i didnt ask you to talk to her...
TRISTAN: God i was just looking out for you. Dont come running to me when the shit hits the fan....
JESS: We just fucking talked...i aint dating her. Fucking chill.....
A.N Sorry bout the swearing we wanted the whole fighting affect. We NEED reviews on what to do with the story...pairings and stuff. So review and tell us what you think and so forth...like we said more tristan and jess this chapter hope you enjoyed...and there's much more to come. cya luv tiz nd princezz
Disclaimer: Still not ours, none of it, cept most of the plot and most of the characters.
Chapter 3: They Don't Have Shit On Us
~*~ BASKETBALL GAME, ST. JOHN'S BOYS ~*~
Tristan and Jess's team are standing on the opposite side of the court from the "preps" warming up. Tristan is standing next to Jess jogging on the spot and Jess is doing leg stretches.
TRISTAN: We have to beat them...the stupid faggots.
JESS: Man...those fags dont have shit on us!
TRISTAN: Look at the chicks man. Stuck- up bitches...look at em looking at us like we're not worth shit.
Jess looks over and is instantly alured by a pretty brunette sitting on the edge of the bleecher looking depressed and out of place. She looked over at Jess and lightly smiled at him, a guy sat down next to her and she averted her attention to him.
MARK: And whose he Ms.Hayden?
RORY: No idea but he actually smiled at me. More than i can say for my friends....
MARK: Fuck 'em.
RORY (giggled): If they dont even like me...why do they bother?
MARK: Who gives a shit....they're probably jealous that you're hot and they look like they've fallen out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down.
Mark leaned over and engulfed Rory in a bear hug as she kissed his cheek and whispered thankyou. The siren blew and she turned her attention back to the court. Number 1 (who had smiled at her) ran onto the court as she caught a glimpse of the back of his shirt....Mariano. She smiled as he ran to his position, maybe her day wouldn't be so bad now.
Tristan glanced at his best friend as he took his position and saw him staring at a hot brunette from the prep side. He sighed inwardly and shook his head as the game started.
There were 15 seconds left to the game and Tristan had snagged the ball from the "preps" he was running down the side, he glanced at the clock and took a risk. He chucked the ball from midcourt and cringed as he watched it....it flew straight into the hoop. Jess ran over to him and yelled "we did it", the final whistle blew as Tristan performed his ritual victory dance, he swayed his upper body from side to side bopping his head and clicking his fingers as he lowered his knees to the ground. He got back up and smiled at Jess, they both lifted their shirts over their heads and ran towards each other with their hands in the air, they "faked" bumped into each other, fell to the ground, then helped each other up. Finally finishing with their "trademark" handshake. (we actually know guys who do this.)
MARK: So you want a lift?
RORY: Oh that'd be great thanks.
They begin to walk out to the carpark.
Mark: So you coming to the victory party?
Rory: But...We didn't win.
Mark: Since when have we ever needed a reason to party?
Rory: Too true.
As Mark and Rory make their way towards his car, he notices Jess walking past the car admiring it and stopping to look.
MARK: Nice car isnt it?
JESS: Yeah...wish i had daddy's money to pay for it.
MARK: Daddy's dead.
JESS: Oh shit man im sorry. So what's the rego?
MARK: Nothing my grandparents can't afford. By the way good game....(noticing Rory had checked him out earlier.)
JESS: Yeah we kicked your preppy arses
MARK: What's new?
JESS: By the way i'm jess
MARK: I'm Mark and she's Rory. (He said pointing to the girl standing by his car.)
JESS: Oh yeah cool....she your girl?
MARK:Nah...but if you hurt her ill kill you...
Jess looked over to where Mark was pointing and smiled while thinking...Rory huh? She's a preppy.... probably wouldnt give me the time of day.
MARK: Hey Ror....come meet Jess.
RORY: Hey (she said smiling as she walked over to them both)
JESS: How is ya?
RORY: Ok. Good game by the way.
JESS: Yeah thanks. Tristan saved the day for us thank god.
RORY: The guy who scored the last goal?
JESS: Yep that's ma' man.
RORY: You didnt play so bad yourself, so where you headed now?
JESS: Home to have a few beers with Tris...
MARK: Hey we're going to celebrate at 2i's your more than welcome to tag along if you want...
JESS: Oh nah...you arent really my crowd..sorry
RORY: Oh so we arent good enough for you?
JESS: Oh nah you are. Just dont feel like ruining a good night...thanks for the invite though.
RORY: Ok i'll see you later.
JESS: I hope so.... By the way i didnt catch your last name...
MARK: She didnt give it.....but its Hayden.
JESS: Sweet. See ya's
With that Jess walked off and joined Tristan at the car. He smiled and hopped in.
TRISTAN: What the hell? You talking to preppy's now?
JESS: She was hot and he's nice....what can i say?
TRISTAN: Did you miss the small fact that she's a preppy? (he said raising his voice slightly)
JESS: Look man i know you have a problem with them and all. But they were different....they talked to me.
TRISTAN: Oh...great! They talked to you, la-de-fucking-da, they are rich snobs once they relise you live on the West Side they'll kick you to the curb man.
JESS: Look...for gods sake. You were one for 15 yrs and you have a trust fund worth more than i can count to...
TRISTAN: That don't mean shit....
JESS: Look fuck off i didnt ask you to talk to her...
TRISTAN: God i was just looking out for you. Dont come running to me when the shit hits the fan....
JESS: We just fucking talked...i aint dating her. Fucking chill.....
A.N Sorry bout the swearing we wanted the whole fighting affect. We NEED reviews on what to do with the story...pairings and stuff. So review and tell us what you think and so forth...like we said more tristan and jess this chapter hope you enjoyed...and there's much more to come. cya luv tiz nd princezz