Tears – Part 21  [Too much blushing]

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Rory caught on, smiling lightly, she smacked his shoulder playfully. "I hate you," she muttered, positioning herself on his lap.

He laughed in her ear, nibbling her earlobe seductively. "I'm afraid," he licked his lips "This is our last chance. It's necessary if we want to be together."

Rory nodded, her eyes shut "I understand. But I'm afraid that… well… I'm not a very good actress."

"It's not going to be that hard," he played with strands of her brown hair, making Rory squirm.

Rory's eyes studied her hands carefully. Tuning out the sentence that had come from his lips. Biting her lip, she felt his hands wrap around her waist protectively. "I'm scared," she admitted hesitantly "That this… it'll backfire."

"It won't," he tried to reassure her.

"What if it does? I can't lose you Tristan," she replied, honesty was all that filled her voice.

Closing her eyes, she felt his hold tighten. "Trust me," he whispered, "Will you do that?"

Rory nodded "Of course, when have I not trusted you?"

-

She walked through the empty school, glad that she had come early. Smiling to herself, she walked towards the library, the only thing that put her mind at ease when at Chilton. Letting out a reluctant sigh, she looked at her watch. Fifteen minutes until the beginning of the school day. She walked out of the library and into the busy Chilton hallways, bustling with activity.

Rory watched, rather amused, as Paris attempted to run over to her with a pile of books.

"So," she panted, "I heard you and Tristan are… over?"

Rory plastered a frown "Yeah, yeah we are."

Paris rolled her eyes "What did he do?"

"Nothing, it was mutual," Rory replied, her eyes glanced towards the doors. Where was he?

"But you guys were…"

"So happy?" Rory finished the sentence.

"And running away together… that was genius."

"Are you being sarcastic?"

"Yes, how'd you know?" Paris cracked a smile.

Opening her locker, Rory grinned even more. Waving a quick goodbye to Paris, she took the Styrofoam cup gently in her hand, sipping the beloved liquid gingerly. Closing her eyes, she relished the feel of the hot fluid run down her throat, only to open her eyes at the sound of a slight cough. She met eyes with a pair of hazel eyes, smiling up at her.

"Jamie, hey," she said.

Jamie Patterson. Rory had forgotten about him. She instantly felt a twinge of guilt as she noticed his gleeful face. Licking her lips, she disposed of the empty cup.

"How are you?" he asked.

"I'm fine… and you?" she asked modestly.

Jamie leaned against the metal lockers; his handsome face still had the grin. "Good, great actually. I'm sorry about Tristan and you…"

"Oh, it's okay. Not a big deal…"

"Well, what do we have here?"

Rory glared at Tristan, who stood behind her, his smug smirk playing on his luscious lips. Tristan flashed her a secret smile, and continued to gaze hatefully at Jamie Patterson, who stood, rather uncomfortably between the (ex) couple.

"Patterson," Tristan nodded at the teenage boy "Aren't you in my Biology class?"

Jamie nodded.

"Oh right, you sit at the back… you're the guy who can't seem to take his eyes off a certain girl."

Jamie blushed deeply, his eyes refusing to meet Rory. "What are you doing here DuGray?"

"You mean, you're not enjoying our little conversation? Or do you want me to leave you two alone," his eyes twinkled dangerously.

"Tristan," Rory replied annoyed "That's enough."

"Come on Patterson," Tristan ignored Rory's plea "You know you've been after Rory for months."

Jamie looked on hatefully at Tristan; his fists clenched tightly "Back off DuGray."

Tristan grinned, looking at Rory, who had a look of disdain on her usually lovely face. He flashed her a wink and turned to look at Jamie, who stood, his anger still lingered.

"Back off? Maybe I should be telling that to you, Patterson."

"Alright that's it," Jamie growled, stepping toward Tristan. Tristan rolled up his sleeves; he was up for a little fight before class.

"Can you two grow up? Please?" Rory yelled, her cheeks red from anger.

The two teenage boys looked at her, almost in embarrassment for their actions.

"Rory, I'm sor…"

"I know," Rory interrupted, grabbing her books and backpack before walking away.

-

"So Rory," Louise walked toward her, her hand smoothing over her plaid skirt "I hear you and Tristan are over."

Louise grinned "Shame. You guys were adorable together. But who am I to complain? Tristan's now a free man."

"Right."

"But don't worry. I have just the right guy for you."

"Oh?" Rory raised an eyebrow.

"Yes. Jamie Patterson. Ever heard of him?"

"What makes you think I would be interested in Jamie?"

Louise smiled "He's interested in you. Very interested."

"I don't care," Rory replied strongly.

Louise pursed her lips "He's cute. Too bad I have to break his heart for you."

-

She felt hands on her petite waist, pulling her body into what looked like an old abandoned classroom. Sneezing, dust tickled her nose uncomfortably, ignoring the spine tingling she received when the familiar pair of hands found her waist once again.

"Tristan, where are we?" she continued to sneeze.

"Allergic?" a husky whisper found her right ear.

"No," she finally stopped her sneezing and smiled "But I ask again, where are we?"

"Old English classroom."

"Hmm," she frowned "I've never seen this room before."

"That's because it is not meant to be seen," he answered.

"Tristan! If it's not meant to be seen then maybe we shouldn't be here," she groaned.

"Oh relax Mary," Tristan advanced closer to her, his lips immediately sought after hers.

Their lips met, quickly evolving into a passion-filled kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. Pulling away slightly, soft lips trailed butterfly kisses down her smooth neck, causing a low moan to escape from her lips.

Biting her lip, she watched as he reluctantly pulled his lips from her neck. She kissed him lightly, breathing in his sweet scent.

"Do you think we can keep this up?" Rory sighed.

"I think we have no choice," he answered her question with certainty.

"I hate this," Rory buried her mass of chestnut hair into his chest "Louise is already trying to set me up with somebody."

"With Patterson?"

Rory sensed his body go stiff, and comforted him the only way she knew how. She kissed him. The kiss was slow, and for Tristan, agonizingly slow. He deepened the kiss, his tongue parted her lips, finding her own. Tristan released a deep growl within his throat and pulled away instantly.

"You're killing me here," he whispered, his soft voice tickled her.

"Don't be jealous of Jamie okay?" Rory whispered back, ignoring the hunger in his eyes "You have no reason to be jealous."

"Who says I'm jealous?" he asked defensively.

"Then why'd you pick that fight with him earlier today?"

"I was bored."

"You were bored?" Rory eyed him suspiciously.

Tristan nodded, a light pink hue colored his cheeks.

"You," Rory grinned, quite amused. Tristan DuGray blushing? Who knew he could do such thing. "Are so cute when you blush."

"I did not blush."

"But you just did."

"I did not."

"Oh yes you did," she argued, loosening his tie for him.

"I did not. You must have seen seeing things."

"Seeing things?"

"Yes, like a mirage."

"I most certainly did not."

"I beg to differ."

"Oh shut up, just admit it," Rory smirked.

"I will not. How can I admit something that I have not done?"

Throwing her arms around his neck, she continued to smirk playfully.

"Stop, you're being quite annoying," he motioned toward her smirking lips.

"Now you know how it feels," she answered, kissing his cheek "Poor baby."

"Yes, can you kiss it all better?"

It was his turn to smirk.

Even with the annoyed look, Rory obeyed willingly.

"Is it all better?" she asked, smiling.

"Mary, you have no idea how good I feel right now," he said softly "I can't wait to make you mine."

"I am yours," she said innocently.

He grinned at her innocence, his eyes twinkling, clearly very entertained "No, my sweet Mary… I can't wait to…" he whispered the next few sentences in her ear.

Her blue eyes widened and she smacked his shoulder – hard. "Tristan!"

"I knew it," he plastered a serious face "The handcuffs were too much."

"Not only the handcuffs but…" she blushed, avoiding his gaze as her cheeks darkened in color.

He laughed, kissing her temple. "You…" he mocked her "Are so cute when you blush."

"Tristan! You're such a…"

"Handsome and cunning young man?" he suggested.

"No, how about evil, perverted… annoying?"

"Charming, polite, handsome… cute… handsome…"

Rory glared "I hate you."

"And I…" he kissed her pink lips "… love you."

She grinned.

-

Holy Moly. Was that a long chapter or what? Makes up for the long wait, doesn't it? I'm so proud of myself he he. Tell me what you guys thought. Pretty Please? With cherries on top? Lot'sa cherries?

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