Hey people. to lindsay- no im not from texas but there is a private
school that my mom attended called ursuline in massachusetts. i kinda
changed the name and stuff but thats where i got the idea.
thanx for your reviews!
Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls blah blah blah. The only person I own so far is
Shayna.
Chapter 3:
Rory froze, her binder halfway into her new locker. She was afraid to turn her
head and see who had called her Mary.
Tristan.
Tristan was the only one who had ever called her that.
But she knew it couldn't be him. Tristan was at military school It was probably
just someone saying hi to a girl named Mary in the hall.
Rory found the courage to turn her head. She found a smirking Tristan staring
back at her.
Every emotion ran through her at once.
"Tristan," Rory whispered in disbelief, hugging her binder tight. Then a moment
later she flung herself into his arms, and buried her head in his chest.
*****
Tristan inhaled her sweet fragrance' something along the lines of strawberry and
coffee. He had to stop himself from laughing at the fact that she drank so much coffee
she smelled like it.
He had been surprised about the sudden embrace coming from Rory, but his arms
foundthe curves of her waist so easily, and her head was so comfortable on his chest,
right on his heart. He felt like he could stay like this forever.
*****
Rory was so happy to see him, she couldn't help but hug him. And it felt so
right. Her head was on his chest, and she was listening to his heartbeat, getting lost
in the rhythm.
"Excuse me," a girl said, clearing her throat.
Rory felt Tristan's head turn, and she drew back from the embrace.
"Do you two know each other or something, because I know that if I had seen
you around, I would have said something a long time ago," the girl was giving Rory a
death glare, and Rory didn't hesitate to return the look.
Tristan looked angry. "Why Shayna? Are you jealous?"
Shayna snorted. "Of that? As if!" Rory looked at the girl with hate. "So, who
is she?"
Rory couldn't find her toungue, but Tristan came to the rescue. "Rory Gilmore,
meet Shayna Billings."
"Ah, the famous Rory," she said. "Surprised to meet you. I've heard so much
about you. But funny, Tristan never mentioned that you lived in North Carolina,"
Shayna continued, turning to Tristan with a look that clearly showed she was jealous.
"That's because I didn't know until right now. Rory, what are you doing here?"
he asked.
"What exactly have you been telling Shayna about me, Tristan?" Rory asked,
ignoring his question.
The bell rang.
"What's your first class?" Tristan said instead.
"Math," Rory answered.
"Great. Me too. I'll walk with you. Later Shayna." They walked away and Shayna
looked after them completely aware that her whole relationship with Tristan was about
to be changed.
*****
Tristan and Rory walked down the hallway in silence. Tristan wasn't sure what
he could say to her. Everything he had ever said to her had caused some sort of an
argument, and though Tristan usedto love their harmless banter, he knew better than
anyone that he was likely to get too carried away and hurt Rory, and that was the last
thing he wanted to do.
Rory, however, knew exactly what to say, but it took her a minute to collect
herself enough to not start yelling at him. After all, Tristan was the only one she
knew in this school,and she definately wanted to be on speaking terms with him.
Especially since he had been haunting her thoughts for the past week and a half.
"What did Shayna mean when she said she'd heard a lot about me?" Rory asked,
breaking the silence.
Tristan worded his answer carefully. " I was talking about Chilton one day,
and you just happened to come up."
"What did you say about me?" she asked.
Tristan was silent.
"You know what, never mind. I don't even want to know," Rory said, walking
away.
"Rory wait," Tristan called after her. She didn't stop. "You're going the
wrong way!" Rory came back, blushing, and resumed walking alongside him.
Tristan was beating himself up inside. 'God! I can't even be with her for
five minutes without starting a fight, can I?' he thought. 'Technically Shayna
started it, but that doesn't matter because Rory's still pissed at me. I have to
figure out something to say with out letting her know the truth, that everyone in
the school knows that I'm in love with her. Ha! Shayna's really going to be jealous
now. She was jealous of Rory before, but now that she's here at Ursalyn, Shayna
just might not be able to handle it.'
They reached the classroom and Rory started to walk in, but Tristan held
her back.
"Rory," he said. "Please don't listen to Shayna. You were mentioned when I
was telling my friends why I came to North Carolina. They thought it was hilarious
that I was Romeo, and they wanted to know who my Juliet was. That's it. Shayna's just
trying to make me look bad because she's jealous that I was hugging you. That's all
there is to it."
Rory looked at him, and after thinking about his explination for a second,
she accepted it. "Yah, well it wasn't all that hilarious when Paris had to kiss me."
Tristan laughed, and led her into the classroom, thanking God their fight
was over.
school that my mom attended called ursuline in massachusetts. i kinda
changed the name and stuff but thats where i got the idea.
thanx for your reviews!
Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls blah blah blah. The only person I own so far is
Shayna.
Chapter 3:
Rory froze, her binder halfway into her new locker. She was afraid to turn her
head and see who had called her Mary.
Tristan.
Tristan was the only one who had ever called her that.
But she knew it couldn't be him. Tristan was at military school It was probably
just someone saying hi to a girl named Mary in the hall.
Rory found the courage to turn her head. She found a smirking Tristan staring
back at her.
Every emotion ran through her at once.
"Tristan," Rory whispered in disbelief, hugging her binder tight. Then a moment
later she flung herself into his arms, and buried her head in his chest.
*****
Tristan inhaled her sweet fragrance' something along the lines of strawberry and
coffee. He had to stop himself from laughing at the fact that she drank so much coffee
she smelled like it.
He had been surprised about the sudden embrace coming from Rory, but his arms
foundthe curves of her waist so easily, and her head was so comfortable on his chest,
right on his heart. He felt like he could stay like this forever.
*****
Rory was so happy to see him, she couldn't help but hug him. And it felt so
right. Her head was on his chest, and she was listening to his heartbeat, getting lost
in the rhythm.
"Excuse me," a girl said, clearing her throat.
Rory felt Tristan's head turn, and she drew back from the embrace.
"Do you two know each other or something, because I know that if I had seen
you around, I would have said something a long time ago," the girl was giving Rory a
death glare, and Rory didn't hesitate to return the look.
Tristan looked angry. "Why Shayna? Are you jealous?"
Shayna snorted. "Of that? As if!" Rory looked at the girl with hate. "So, who
is she?"
Rory couldn't find her toungue, but Tristan came to the rescue. "Rory Gilmore,
meet Shayna Billings."
"Ah, the famous Rory," she said. "Surprised to meet you. I've heard so much
about you. But funny, Tristan never mentioned that you lived in North Carolina,"
Shayna continued, turning to Tristan with a look that clearly showed she was jealous.
"That's because I didn't know until right now. Rory, what are you doing here?"
he asked.
"What exactly have you been telling Shayna about me, Tristan?" Rory asked,
ignoring his question.
The bell rang.
"What's your first class?" Tristan said instead.
"Math," Rory answered.
"Great. Me too. I'll walk with you. Later Shayna." They walked away and Shayna
looked after them completely aware that her whole relationship with Tristan was about
to be changed.
*****
Tristan and Rory walked down the hallway in silence. Tristan wasn't sure what
he could say to her. Everything he had ever said to her had caused some sort of an
argument, and though Tristan usedto love their harmless banter, he knew better than
anyone that he was likely to get too carried away and hurt Rory, and that was the last
thing he wanted to do.
Rory, however, knew exactly what to say, but it took her a minute to collect
herself enough to not start yelling at him. After all, Tristan was the only one she
knew in this school,and she definately wanted to be on speaking terms with him.
Especially since he had been haunting her thoughts for the past week and a half.
"What did Shayna mean when she said she'd heard a lot about me?" Rory asked,
breaking the silence.
Tristan worded his answer carefully. " I was talking about Chilton one day,
and you just happened to come up."
"What did you say about me?" she asked.
Tristan was silent.
"You know what, never mind. I don't even want to know," Rory said, walking
away.
"Rory wait," Tristan called after her. She didn't stop. "You're going the
wrong way!" Rory came back, blushing, and resumed walking alongside him.
Tristan was beating himself up inside. 'God! I can't even be with her for
five minutes without starting a fight, can I?' he thought. 'Technically Shayna
started it, but that doesn't matter because Rory's still pissed at me. I have to
figure out something to say with out letting her know the truth, that everyone in
the school knows that I'm in love with her. Ha! Shayna's really going to be jealous
now. She was jealous of Rory before, but now that she's here at Ursalyn, Shayna
just might not be able to handle it.'
They reached the classroom and Rory started to walk in, but Tristan held
her back.
"Rory," he said. "Please don't listen to Shayna. You were mentioned when I
was telling my friends why I came to North Carolina. They thought it was hilarious
that I was Romeo, and they wanted to know who my Juliet was. That's it. Shayna's just
trying to make me look bad because she's jealous that I was hugging you. That's all
there is to it."
Rory looked at him, and after thinking about his explination for a second,
she accepted it. "Yah, well it wasn't all that hilarious when Paris had to kiss me."
Tristan laughed, and led her into the classroom, thanking God their fight
was over.
