Disclaimer: Don't OWN anything. Haha poor me. =(
She was never likes this. She felt pathetic. Crying over one guy. Rory Gilmore never cries for a guy… well… until now that is. She dried her tears and stepped into Lukes where her mother waited for her with a steaming cup of coffee. Rory smiled and sat besides her, gulping down the hot liquid almost immediately. She smiled a little and welcomed the familiar feeling of happiness she got whenever she consumed the black liquid.
"So, how you holding up?" Lorelai asked, taking a bite of the cherry cheese Danish.
Rory rolled her eyes, not wanting to answer the same question over and over again "I'm fine," she said nonchalantly.
"You don't look fine," Lorelai observed.
"Well I feel fine," she replied, almost too quickly.
Lorelai sighed. She hated it when Rory kept things bottled up inside. She watched her love struck daughter carefully, she had never witnessed anything so heartbreaking. Rory's face had said it all, she was in love with him… deeply in love with him. Lorelai's blood boiled just thinking about Tristan DuGrey.
"I have to go to school, see you later," Rory half smiled and kissed her mother's cheek quickly.
=
Rory arrived at Chilton early. She felt uncomfortable as word of her and Tristan's break up caused all eyes to be on her. Whispers, cruel jokes and laughter were all directed to her. Rory felt her eyes well up with tears as she approached her locker. She closed her eyes, trying to calm her emotions.
"Hey Ror,"
"Hey Paris," Rory smiled genuinely.
"How are-"
"Don't start Paris."
"Okay."
The two friends conversation immediately changed to school and school events. Paris turned around and her eyes widened. 'What the hell?' her head screamed. Her cheeks turned red from anger. Turning around, she faced Rory again. She was still fuming, how would she protect her best friend from this? She groaned inwardly as she heard Rory's light gasp. "Oh Rory," she whispered, as she noticed her dampening blue eyes.
Rory watched her with him. She clinged to his arm like life support. 'Why is he letting her?' she asked herself, butterflies in her stomach. "No," she said softly "How could he?" she continued to whisper. Rory looked to her best friend for help, her eyes begging.
Rory wiped her eyes quickly as Louise ran up to the two. "Oh my god… Summer and Tristan back together? Talk about rebounding quickly," she replied, laughing as she walked away.
Rory panicked as the couple approached them. Summer's smiled a sickeningly sweet smile as the couple passed Rory. Rory bit her lip to keep from tearing up. She turned to Paris "What am I going to do now?" she asked softly, waiting for answer. A stray tear fell from her blue eyes when all she got was silence.
'What the hell did I get myself into?' he asked himself, as he felt his hands being held tightly. He shrugged them off and walked into the school. "Stop it," he hissed at her.
Summer smiled and batted her thick eyelashes. Her finger traced his jaw line, her finger lingering on his lips. She licked her lips. "Tristan, you called me remember?"
He sighed. It was a mistake. Calling her was a mistake. Why had he called her in the first place? He had no feelings for this girl whatsoever. Why was he deliberately trying to hurt the girl he loved? He shook his head slowly, finding no answers to the questions he was asking himself.
"Walk me to class," she whispered flirtatiously in his ear.
Tristan avoided eye contact with everyone in the hallway, who seemed to be watching the two. Hid body stiffened as he laid eyes on her. She was watching them, pain evident on her face. Tristan cursed to himself, 'what the hell am I doing?!' He composed himself quickly and continued walking. His face unreadable. He passed by her, not even one look directed her way.
=
Lunchtime could not come quick enough. Tristan grew tired of the continuous girls walking to him, asking for his number. Or the guys coming up to him, patting him on the back for getting back with Summer. His head rested on the lunch table as he listened to his friend's conversation and occasional laughter. He grew bored and excused himself from the group. Tristan made his way outside, where he breathed in the fresh air. The familiar feeling in his stomach arrived as he spotted Rory on the bench, her nose behind a book that he had given her a few months back. With his hands in his pockets, he strolled over to her, his hands shaking. He stood a few feet away, just watching her. He smiled, she was beautiful. She was in pain, that much was evident. He frowned, all that pain was because of him.
At last, she looked up. Their eyes met for a split second before she turned her head. She stood from the bench and put the book back in her backpack. She walked past him towards the school. Tristan turned and chased after her. He grabbed her elbow, and she stopped. She turned and glared.
"What?" she asked, her voice stern and unemotional.
"I'm sorry," he said, his voice shook at the sound of her voice.
Rory laughed a sick laugh. A laugh that caused him to cringe. "Sorry doesn't cut it anymore. It never will."
Oh my god… thank you SOOO much for all the reviews. It's greatly appreciated.
Here's chapter two, more drama's in store for our favorite couple. ; D
Comments are welcomed.
RockerFreak
