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Turning around, her blue eyes nervously stared at the man, moving towards her boyfriend, her hands found Tristan's… looking up at him nervously, she watched as his face contorted into anger.
"If you want a word with her, say them to me also."
"I want a word with Ms. Gilmore… alone," Arthur's eyes glared at his son menacingly.
"Tristan, I'll meet you out front in fifteen minutes," she whispered, her voice steady and calm.
"Surely father, whatever you're telling to Rory, you can say to me," Tristan replied, ignoring Rory's order.
"Perhaps you didn't hear son, I want a word with Ms. Gilmore alone."
"Tristan," Rory continued to whisper "Go please, I'll meet you in fifteen minutes alright?"
Tristan merely nodded, his eyes never left his father. He had never hated him until now.
Rory watched Tristan's body disappear into the school and avoided the man in front of her. She swallowed hard and focused her eyes on her fingers… toying with the ring on her finger.
Arthur DuGray watched this girl closely. She was different from all of the other girls Tristan had associated himself with. She looked intelligent, brave and beautiful, completely the opposite of Tristan's past flavor-of-the-weeks. His lips formed a thin line. 'Too bad' he thought 'Her and Tristan would have made a perfect couple… if only she weren't a damn Gilmore.'
"Ms. Gilmore," he acknowledged.
Rory picked her head up, staring him right in the eye. Blue on gray. Rory shivered, seeing nothing but hate in his eyes.
"Mr. DuGray," she said softly.
"So you're the girl," he said, his voice sounded as if it were made of stone.
"I beg your pardon?"
"You're the girl who blinded my son, blinded him into not realizing that I have a plan for him, you've made him forget who he is."
"He knows who he is," Rory answered cautiously.
"I'm afraid he doesn't anymore."
"And what exactly is he, if you don't mind me asking."
"He's supposed to be powerful, fearless, intimidating, and he's supposed to be feared… like myself," he grinned.
"So he's supposed to be a miniature you?"
"Exactly right Ms. Gilmore, and you've just ruined it all."
"Why?"
"He's learnt to love."
Rory was outraged. "So what if he has?"
"Don't you understand Ms. Gilmore?"
"No," she sighed "Please, enlighten me."
"Love is an emotion."
"What?" Rory asked loudly 'Is this evil little man for real? God, I need coffee' she thought to herself.
"We live off of being feared, power and money. Not emotion."
"So what you're saying is… DuGray's aren't supposed to have feelings? Is that what you're saying?"
Arthur merely shrugged. "What I'm saying is, you're holding him back Ms. Gilmore. He can't and won't live up to his true potential with you around," he stared angrily at the girl before making his shift exit.
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Rory returned home, her head spinning. How could that man be so… so… evil?! Sighing angrily, she walked briskly to her bedroom, lying down on the bed quickly. Her eyes closed slowly. 'I'm holding him back?' she asked herself 'How am I holding him back?'
The telephone rang, interrupting her from her thoughts. Sitting up, she picked up the cordless phone slowly.
"Hello?"
"Hey, where were you?"
"What?" Then it hit her. 'Crap.' She had forgotten to meet Tristan after her little 'chat' with Mr. DuGray. "Oh god, I'm so sorry," she apologized quickly.
"I was worried."
Rory smiled "You were?"
"My father could have done something to you," he mumbled something inaudible.
"Like what? Murder me and hide my dead body behind the school?"
"I don't find that very humorous," he responded dryly.
"I know and I apologize."
"Apology accepted."
"So, what happened?"
"Between me and your father?"
"Yes," he was getting impatient.
"Nothing," her voice had gotten subtle.
"Nothing? Don't lie."
"Just talked about you, that's all,"
"About me? Like what?"
"About your true potential," she half lied.
"Hmm I see, and what is it exactly?"
"… your potential? I don't know… you have the potential of becoming very powerful and filthy rich"
"Ah, isn't that what I am now?" he joked.
Rory didn't find his answer so amusing. "What are you doing this weekend?" she decided to change the subject.
Tristan wanted to find out more about their conversion but thought against it. "Spend time with you of course."
Rory laughed "Good answer."
"My father wants me go to the office, he wants to show me what would me mine in a few years… but I'd rather spend my time with you."
You're holding him back Ms. Gilmore. He can't and won't live up to his true potential with you around.
Mr. DuGray's voice was in the back of her mind.
Now she understood. She understood fully. Her only problem was, what was she going to do about it?
Sorry for leaving it there. Have to stop here cuz I have some work to do. Thanks to all you guys for the wonderful reviews. Keep 'em coming. Lol Julianne: Sorry about those. I too noticed them after I added the chapter in but didn't have enough time to fix the little grammatical errors. Jazz: You have a cooking exam also? God, I hate it. I just took the class because I thought we just cooked, not write a frickin exam lol. And yes, Trory babies would be just adorable. * Eeeeeeh *
Don't worry lovelies. He will say the anticipated three little words. How soon? Hm, we'll have to see. Am I that nice? ; D
-RockerFreak
