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"Rory."
Rory closed her eyes. Ignoring the constant whispering from behind her. Playing with strands of her dark hair, ignoring his soft whispers. She decided to occupy herself and her thoughts by copying down the notes on the chalkboard. She cursed silently, where the hell was her pen? Biting her lip, she knew exactly where her black ballpoint pen was. Turning around, she glared at him, while he smirked.
"May I have my pen back please?"
"I don't have it," he said innocently.
Rory groaned, "Please give me my pen. I need it."
"I don't have it," he said slowly.
"Well then, who the hell does?"
"I don't know. If you don't have one, then borrow one from Paris."
Rory sighed angrily "Tristan, I'm not joking," she whispered. Her eyes watered. 'Okay Rory, this is stupid. You will not, and I repeat, not cry over some stupid pen!' she screamed at herself. But deep inside, she knew, that these tears were not for some stupid pen. She'd been having problems, major problems for the past week. She spoke to no one. Pushed just about everyone away, including the person in front of her, the guy who she loved and who loved her back. Shaking her head, she turned around, facing the chalkboard, forgetting all about her lost lowly black pen.
The sound of the bell made Rory smile. She couldn't stand one more second in that classroom, knowing full well that he was seated behind her, looking at her with his confused look. Hugging her books close to her, she made her way outside. Sitting on the bench, she began reading A Time To Kill, a book she had read many times.
"Why are you constantly avoiding me?"
Rory turned around, meeting his intent look. Should she choose to ignore him, like she's been doing for the past week? Or answer his question. Sighing silently, she tore her eyes off him and concentrated on her book.
"Rory, answer me," he continued.
"Because… because I'm confused," she replied with a groan.
"Confused? About what?"
Rory set aside her book and met his eyes with her own "About us."
"What?" Tristan asked, confusion written all over his face.
Rory ran her hands through her hair, feeling weaker and weaker with every passing second. She was tired of arguing the same subjects over and over again. "I don't know what to do anymore," she said sadly.
"About what? You're not making any sense Rory," Tristan answered back, his voice showed annoyance.
"Am I holding you back Tristan?"
"Holding me back? From what?"
"Nevermind," she muttered, brushing past him.
Tristan didn't let her. He grabbed her arm, forcing her to look him in the eye. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice bitter.
"What do you mean?" her voice came out weak and soft.
"Why the hell have you been ignoring me for the past week?"
"I already told you-"
"No you didn't! And what you have told me makes no fucking sense," he interrupted her.
She pulled her arm from his tight grasp. Kissing him softly, she bit her lip to keep the tears she knew were there from falling. "I just don't want to be the girl that holds you back from what you're destined to become," she murmured.
"What am I destined to become?" he questioned, his hand finding hers.
"Like your father," she answered him with grim determination.
Tristan hugged the girl close. Kissing her temple sadly. "I'm not going to become like my father Mare."
Rory looked up at him, her eyes gave her next sentence away "I don't think you have a choice," she said, choking back a sob.
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Tristan walked into the lavish estate, and was met by complete and utter silence; he dashed to his bedroom, feeling a headache coming on. Opening the door to his bedroom, he removed his tie and blazer, crawling into bed quietly. He laid back, his eyes towards the ceiling, thinking about Rory's words. He had no choice? What the hell did that mean? He was determined. "I will not turn into my father," he hissed.
He couldn't stand it, the headache had gotten a lot worse, and he needed Advil. Walking down the stairs, he passed by his father's office. Tristan stopped suddenly, and he couldn't help but listen to the heated conversation his father was in.
"Evelyn, listen to me!" he heard his father yell.
Tristan rolled his eyes. His parents were in an argument again, probably over nothing.
"I will not Arthur. This is getting ridiculous!" Tristan's mother yelled back.
"It is necessary! He's getting way too close to the girl…"
Tristan took in the words. He instantly knew, they were arguing about him and his relationship with Rory.
"Tristan loves her Arthur, please stop getting in the way."
Tristan smiled. He knew his mother would be on his side and not on his fathers.
"Getting in the way? I'm protecting the boy-"
"From what? Love? You cannot protect someone from love."
"Oh is that so?" Arthur asked maliciously "Watch me Evelyn, just watch."
Tristan struggled to listen through the thick oak doors.
"Hello, This is Arthur DuGray, Mr. Abraham please."
Tristan cursed. 'Shit.'
"Yes, I'm calling on behalf of my son, Tristan DuGray…"
That was all Tristan could bear to hear. He ran upstairs, forgetting about his headache. He quickly found his cell phone, dialing the familiar phone number with a sense of urgency.
"Hello, Pete's Pizza… what can I do for ya?"
"Lorelai? May I please speak to Rory?"
"There is no Rory here. This is Pete's Pizza."
"Please Lorelai, it's important."
"Fine," the woman grumbled, "Ruin all my fun, you evil one."
Tristan listened to the little argument between the mother and the daughter, before finally hearing her voice.
"Hey, what's so important that you had to ruin my mom's fun?"
"I need to see you."
"Okay…"
"Meet me by Weepy in an hour, okay?" he asked, throwing on his jacket.
"Alright, but what's wrong? Why do – "
"I'll tell you, just not over the phone."
Ta-da! Chapter 13 is here. What will our favorite couple do now? Honestly, I have no idea where to go with this story now. LOL. Got any suggestions? I'd be very grateful.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have some major sleep to catch up on.
Bye bye, oh and don't forget to review.
-RockerFreak
