hey peoples. i promise to have some trory action real soon! hang on there

im just trying to develop the story a little first. but i promise, only

a couple more chapters! please r/r, i really enjoy the feedback.

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disclaimer: I don't own gilmore girls.

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Chapter 6: My Three Wishes

When Rory got to school the next day her locker was once again

blocked. But this time only one person was standing in front of it.

"Hi Rory," she said, sugar sweet.

"Hello Shayna. Could you please move? I need to get into my

locker."



"Sure thing, Rory. Can I ask you a question?"

"What?" Rory asked as she spun the dial on her locker.

"We're friends right?"

"Um,"

"And as friends I can ask you anything right?" she continued

without waiting for Rory's answer.

"I guess so," Rory said opening her locker.

"What were you and Tristan up to last night?"

Rory looked at her and sighed. "Nothing Shayna."

"Oh don't give me that bull crap," she said, slamming Rory's

locker closed.

Rory jumped back with the unexpected outburst. "Shayna, I-"

"What? You what, Rory? You stole my boyfriend? You blinked

your pretty blue eyes at him and flashed your white smile and made him

fall head over heels in love with you? Is that it? 'Cause guess what

Gilmore? That kind of stuff just isn't going to fly. In case you haven't

noticed, but Tristan is my boyfriend. He loves ME."

Rory moved to open her locker, but Shayna pushed her up against

the lockers and dug her nails into Rory's skin. Rory yet out a little

cry of pain.

"Get your hands off of her."

Shayna spun around at the sound of his voice, not letting go

of Rory.

"NOW!" Tristan yelled. Everyone in the hallway turned to look

at them as Shayna jumped and dropped Rory's arm. She tried to walk off

down the hallway but Tristan stopped her.

"What the hell were you doing?" he yelled, right in Shayna's

face.

"We were just having a friendly conversation. Weren't we Rory?"

she replied innocently.

Rory gave Tristan a look that disagreed with Shayna's statement.

"And I'm the King of England," Tristan said sarcastically. "Get

out of here Shayna."

"What?" she muttered.

"I said get out of here. I'm sick of looking at you. Rory, are

you okay?" he said, turning to her with concern.

"Fine," she said, rubbing her arm.

"You can't say that, Tristan. I'm your girlfriend. We're a couple,

you love me!"

Tristan turned towards Shayna in disgust. "How could I love

someone that would provoke a person for no good reason other than their

immature jealousy? God, Shayna. You're so shallow. I don't even know

what made me attracted to you in the first place. What was I thinking?"

"I'm shallow? You think I'm the shallow one here? Well excuse

me but I don't go running all over town with the first thing that blinks

their blue eyes at me now do I?" Shayna spat in return, her face growing

red with anger.

"You don't know the first thing about me, do you?" he said.

"Oh I know enough. God Tristan. You disgust me. I can't believe

you would ever even look at someone as low class as Rory," and with

that, Shayna stormed off down the hallway.

"Rory, I'm sorry about her," Tristan said, apologetically.

"No, really, its fine. I'm used to people like her. I mean

Summer and Francie and all of them were never exactly polite to me either.

I can handle her."

"Yah, well Summer and Francie never exactly dug their nails

into your arm," Tristan said, taking her arm to examine it. "Oh my gosh,

Rory, your arm's bleeding."

Rory looked down and saw ten cuts deep into her arm. "Yah well

I'm not surprised. That girl really needs a manicure, her nails were

sharper than a cat's claws."

"She probably made them pointy on purpose," Tristan said. "Let

me walk you to the nurses office."

"I'll be fine," Rory protested.

"Please? After all, this is my fault. She's mad about me. Please,

I feel so guilty that she hurt you. I feel like I need to make it up to

you somehow."

"Really? So you're going to make it up to me? How?"

"You can choose."

Rory thought about it for a moment, taking advantage of the

opportunity. "First off, walk me to the nurses office, and then you're

going to have to grant me ten wishes."

"Ten!" Tristan cried.

"For her ten fingers," Rory replied.

"Two."

"Five."

"Two," Tristan said.

"Three."

"Deal," Tristan said, shaking Rory's hand. Then, taking the hand

of her wounded hall, he led her down the hallway to the nurses office.

"What's your first wish?" he asked as the tardy bell rang and

the last of the students roaming around the halls scurried to their

classrooms.



"You'll just have to find that out when the time comes," Rory

said, with a tiny smirk on her face.

Tristan smiled back at her, knowing that he was going to have

a good time with these three wishes.