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"Tristan," Summer cooed, rubbing her perfectly manicured hand over his firm chest "Walk me to class."
Tristan cringed inwardly, backing away from the blond girl. He sighed, and grabbed his books for his next class. Entering the stuffy classroom, he situated himself to his regular seat and sat back on the wooden chair, looking relaxed and calm. Stifling a yawn, from the corner of his icy blue eyes, he noticed Rory enter the classroom. She hugged her biology textbook to her and walked confidently into the classroom. She noticed Tristan and grinned slightly, taking her seat in front.
Professor Foley entered the classroom, large leather briefcase in hand. He was a tall man, with dark hair and kind gray eyes. Always came in the classroom with his black suit and red tie. He coughed for the class's attention and set his briefcase on his desk. "Today, we have a wonderful lesson, we will be doing an experiment on what we have been studying for the past week. Now, I will put you in groups of four and you may begin immediately."
The class was divided into their groups. Rory sat anxiously, waiting for her name to be called.
"… Rory Gilmore, Jamie Patterson, Tristan DuGray and Paris Geller."
Rory smiled, moving on to sit next to Paris. Paris, looking as serious as ever, scanned through the Biology textbook, reading the procedures of the experiment. Tristan sat next to Rory and Jamie found a seat beside Paris, across from Tristan. Tristan watched Patterson as he attempted to keep his eyes from Rory and smirked.
"Idiot," Paris cursed.
"What is it?"
"What the hell does he expect us to do? Figure it out all on our own?"
"Paris, meet Mr. Textbook, Mr. Textbook meet Paris," Rory replied.
"No explanation, nothing. Idiot," Paris cursed, ignoring Rory's remark.
"Maybe we should start on a hypothesis…" Jamie suggested.
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"You idiot!" Paris yelled, running her hand through her sticky hair.
"Ms. Geller, care to explain what happened here?" Professor Foley demanded, as he took in four teenagers covered in a sticky fluid, from head to toe.
"This idiot right here," Paris pointed at Tristan "Decided it would be funny to increase the heat of the hot plate."
Tristan, who was red from laughter merely shrugged "It wouldn't boil," he caught Rory's laughing eyes.
"Clean up this mess, all of you," Professor Foley shook his head, cleaning his glasses with his sleeve "I suggest you four work on it on your spare time if you don't want to fail."
"You stupid, stupid, stupid…"
"Paris, name calling won't help," Rory rolled her eyes, picking up the pieces of the remaining beakers.
"After school, my place," Paris growled, glaring daggers at the grinning Tristan.
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The four teenagers gathered at the Geller residence. All working outside since it was so nice out. Rory took a sip of her cola and continued to write down her observations from the project done in class (before it exploded).
"What color did it turn to?"
"Blue," Jamie replied.
"Green," was Tristan's reply.
"Red it is," Rory sighed, scribbling the color into her notebook.
"I'm going to go get a drink," Tristan caught Rory's eye, a mischievous twinkle within them.
Rory smiled inwardly and waited a few moments before making her own exit. Rory walked to the kitchen, saying hi to the passing maid. She recognized Tristan's body, and sauntered over, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind. "Hello," she whispered, kissing his shoulder.
Turning around, his hands instinctively found her tiny waist. He kissed her, slowly at first, but quickened once her arms found the back of his head, urging him closer. "I missed you," he said softly, kissing the tip of her nose.
Rory's heart fluttered, she loved hearing those words come from his mouth. Her knees turned to jelly whenever they would touch. "I missed you too," she laughed, kissing him once more.
Tristan looked around the large kitchen, smiling when noticing no one present. Swiftly, his lips found her neck. Rory, giggling softly, moved slightly, giving him better access. Moaning his name softly, she brought his head up so his eyes met hers. Blushing slightly, she kissed him passionately. Tristan, slightly taken aback, smirked without breaking the kiss.
"I could feel you smirking," she laughed.
"I couldn't help it,"
"You could have if you wanted to."
Laughing, he swooped in, catching her lips once again. Rory pulled away.
"A little too eager, aren't we?" she asked.
"I can't help it. I haven't been with you in over nine hours."
"What about biology class?"
"No, I spent that whole period taunting Patterson,"
"Your idea of fun?" she raised an eyebrow.
"Exactly."
"Patterson's pathetic," Tristan commented, kissing the side of her mouth.
"That's not nice."
"Yeah well…"
"I like this side of you."
"What side?"
"Your jealous side," she grinned.
"I am not…"
"Oh yes you are," she interrupted.
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Moments later, Rory walked outside, to find Paris and Jamie arguing heatedly. Rory found a seat beside Paris and watched, with growing interest over the arguing teenagers. Tristan strolled out minutes later, finding Paris and Jamie still arguing.
"Why are they arguing?" he whispered.
Rory shrugged "No clue, it looks serious though," she replied, noticing Paris' red face.
"What are you guys fighting about?" Tristan asked loudly.
"You don't know what you're talking about," Paris glared at Jamie.
"I saw it with my own two eyes, I know what the hell I'm talking about," Jamie replied confidently.
"They wouldn't lie to me," Paris hissed venomously.
"What are you guys fighting about?" Tristan yelled once more.
Paris and Jamie looked at an annoyed Tristan and an amused Rory. Paris inhaled slowly, calming her emotions. Jamie glared at Tristan, his fists clenched.
"Please tell this delusional boy that what he claims to have seen was wrong."
"What did he claim to see?" Rory questioned, watching Jamie's angered face.
Paris laughed, "He claims to have seen you guys kissing just a while ago."
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Okay, I know. I'm evil. But I.can't.help.it.
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