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Rory walked into school, groaning when she realized she had arrived early. She smiled at her friends, seemingly happy, but her eyes deceived her. Her normally bright blue eyes were dull and lacked energy.
"Rory, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Paris asked.
Rory nodded. "Just a little tired. I've been studying like mad for the biology test today," she lied perfectly, or so she thought.
Paris sighed. Why does she continuously keep lying to her? She excused herself and Rory from the group and both girls entered the library. "Now you can tell me."
Rory licked her lips. Paris didn't know about the problem Tristan and her faced. For the sole reason of it sounding like a sappy soap opera. Rory opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Groaning, she muttered incoherently and looked at her friend.
"Me and Tristan, we're having some problems."
"What did he do now?"
"No… he hasn't done anything. It's his father… he's just… against us."
"What?" Paris asked, confused.
"He doesn't want us together."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"What are you and Tristan going to do about it?"
"I don't know."
"Why don't you try seeing each other behind everyone's backs?"
"I'm not a good liar, you know that. Remember the time I had to lie to your mom about your first date. Your mom asked me if I wanted some iced tea and I told her everything."
Paris laughed "That was hilarious."
Rory glared.
Paris coughed "Ever think about running away together?"
"No."
"Then you guys could get married…"
"Paris – "
"Then you could have millions of babies. One could be Tristan Jr. and one could be Paris."
"Paris, be serious."
"I am."
"No your not."
"Yes I am… now how adorable would your children be?"
"Shut up."
"Tristan Jr. could have blonde hair and blue eyes. And Paris can have brown hair and blue eyes," Paris continued to poke fun.
"Shut up," Rory repeated, now laughing.
"There's lover boy now," Paris motioned towards the teenage boy entering the silent room.
Rory smiled, watching Tristan walk through the aisles of books. She watched as his face showed annoyance as he picked up book after book, not finding the right one. She chuckled to herself and waved goodbye to Paris.
"What are you looking for?"
Tristan looked up and smiled, kissing her quickly. "Some stupid book for English."
"Ever thought about asking the librarian?"
"No."
"You should."
"No I shouldn't. I'll find it," he grinned.
After a few more minutes of searching, he found his book and he flashed Rory the infamous smirk. Rory rolled her eyes and waited for him to sign the book out. Together, they walked, hand in hand, around the grounds of Chilton. Walking aimlessly. Rory stopped him abruptly, she couldn't take it, they needed to talk… about everything.
"We have to talk," Rory started. She caught Tristan's grim expression. "Oh shut up, you knew it was coming."
He sighed "Your right, your right."
"So…"
"So…" he imitated her.
"What are we going to do?"
"I don't know. We've never really talked about that…"
"That's because we have no idea," she mumbled.
"Well why are we talking about this then? If we can't think of nothing now – "
"We'll think of something," she answered back, getting frustrated.
Tristan threw his hands up in the air in anger "I know we will, but what if we won't."
"Then we break up," Rory replied quickly with a roll of her blue eyes.
"We're not going to break up," Tristan answered strongly.
"Right," she whispered.
His expression softened as he watched his girlfriend slide down on the floor, sitting cross-legged against the school brick wall. He sat next to her, letting her head rest against his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, kissing her forehead softly.
Her sad eyes connected with his. "I can feel it," she whispered.
"Feel what?"
"We're going to break up."
"Rory, stop this," he started, his voice suddenly becoming tired "We're not gonna break up. What you're saying is ridiculous."
"I keep telling myself that," she said, holding his hand tightly "Maybe I'm just too negative."
"That you are," he laughed softly and kissed her.
She kissed him back eagerly. Pulling back, she licked her swollen lips and smiled slowly. "I love you," she whispered.
He grinned. "Rory…" he said softly.
That was all Rory could hear before she received that funny feeling in her stomach once again. This was it. She knew it. She could feel it.
"Rory…" he repeated, a smile forming "I lo -"
"Tristan!"
Rory stiffened and ever so slowly, she brought her head up to meet the man who had called his name.
Rory felt Tristan's body stiffen also. "Father," he acknowledged the man.
Arthur DuGray's eyes met Rory's. "I hope I didn't interrupt anything… special."
Tristan got to his feet and helped Rory do the same. "What brings you here?" he asked, his hand firmly around his girlfriend's waist.
"I wanted a word."
"Okay," Tristan turned to Rory, kissing her softly "I'll meet you in front of your locker in 10 minutes alright?"
Rory nodded, turning to walk towards the school.
"Actually," Arthur said loudly "I want a word with Ms. Gilmore."
Rory froze.
I'm baaaaaaccckkk…. Miss me? Lol probably not. This chapter was kind of… well what's the word? Disappointing? Bad? Horrible? Horribly disappointing maybe? Anyway, 3 days till I have my first exam and I took a little time from studying to post. 5 more days until I'm free!
Anyway, thank you all of you for your reviews and suggestions. Maybe I'll use some of them.
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