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Crying herself to sleep, the young Gilmore's eyes were red and puffy, though she could care less. Walking out of her room, she ignored her mother and poured herself a cup of coffee. Gulping down the hot liquid in record time, she grabbed her backpack and walked out to the bus stop.
Walking in the school, she deliberately ignored the whispers. Whispers of 'Did you hear about her and Tristan?' 'God, she's so lucky' "I wonder how far DuGray and her went' 'I hate her.' Closing her eyes, she walked to her locker, opening it slowly. Sighing, she rested her head against the metal door. She was tired of this. The criticism. The drama. They did the right thing. She was certain of that.
"Hey you,"
Turning around, a smile appeared on her face, and for the first time in two days, the smile had reached her blue eyes. "Hey," she whispered softly, kissing him lightly.
Resting her head against his chest, she listened to his steady heartbeat. "I don't think I can ignore them anymore Tristan," she murmured quietly, motioning towards the whispering Chilton students.
Letting out an exasperated sigh, he stroked the side of her gently "Please try, don't let them get to you."
Nodding, she reluctantly pulled away from their embrace and smiled "See you later?"
"Before you do," he paused, watching the girl he loved closely "After school, meet me here okay? We need to talk about a few things."
Rory nodded numbly, knowing exactly what it was about. "Can I make a tiny request?" her question came out innocent and soft.
"Yeah."
"Can we talk under Weepy?"
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Rory trembled under his gaze. She swallowed hard and forced herself to meet his eye. Licking her lips, she positioned herself underneath the tall tree, cross-legged and ready to listen. Setting her empty cup beside her, she watched as Tristan joined her underneath the towering tree.
"How was your father when he saw you?" Rory got down to the point.
Running his fingers through his hair, he groaned lightly, leaning back into the tree "He was screaming for over an hour."
"What'd he say?" she asked softly.
"Do you really want to know?" he questioned, looking at her skeptically.
"Yes please," she murmured into his chest, inhaling his cologne.
-- Tristan sat uncomfortably on the leather couch, refusing to meet his father's hateful glare.
"How dare you!" Tristan flinched at the hatred in the elder man's voice.
"Why do you continue to go against my wishes? I'm your father boy!"
Finally, Tristan mustered all his strength to look him in the eye, inwardly cringing "Because I love her," he replied.
Arthur laughed "Love? DuGray's don't… love," he spat venomously.
"You're looking at one who does,"
"Gutsy," Arthur commented, "Now, I've asked Melinda to pack all of your stuff. You'll be heading off to Phoenix tomorrow night. St. Pierre Military School is where you're going. Great school, your uncle and I attended it at about your age…" Arthur grinned.
"Father," Tristan sighed, butterflies in his stomach "Please understand, I love Rory and – "
"Eight O'clock tomorrow night. The ticket's are in your room."
"I will not go," Tristan commented, his voice stiff.
"Oh yes you will," Arthur sneered, "That's what you get for being stubborn son."--
"And that's what happened," Tristan sighed, stroking the side of her face.
"What are we going to do?" she asked, her voice sounding helpless and defeated.
"Do as my father says," he avoided her shocked expression "Break up."
"Tristan!" Rory forced herself to sit up, releasing his hand from hers.
Laughing softly, he kissed her temple, his body still shaking from laughter. "How good of an actress are you Mare?"
Bonjour my fellow readers! How are you all? I'm so damn exhausted lol. Sorry it took so long for this chapter to get out, I've been very busy with work and summer school * blushes * I shouldn't have been neglecting my math homework.
Anywho, I just wrote what came to me (can you believe I'm at chapter 20 already?). Plus I'm just writing what people want to read. He he… tell me what you think. Good? Bad?
Till next time. Cheers!
- RockerFreak
