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SENIOR and I would have more money than I do. That being said............I
don't want to be sued.
Synopsis~ Tristan reflects on his life and Rory. I think it's going to be a Trory but I don't have all the kinks worked out yet.
A/N~ Schools finally over!! Well for this year anyways............which means for you more updates considering I haven't really touched this story or fanfiction.net for over 2 months. I'm really sorry for not updating but school was kicking my ass............in the last week I had 3 finals, a test, an optional quiz, and a project. I'm also sorry for not reading and reviewing your stories............but that's what my diminished summer is for. Anyways thanks to those who reviewed I appreciate it dearly!
Return of Chaos
Part 4: Torn
Monday, quite possibly the worst day of the week, yet she had made it sound so pleasurable. So pleasant in fact that I couldn't sleep. It was Sunday night, a school night, but after three or so hours of tossing and turning in bed I gave up and tried to lie still. But that too failed me and I soon found myself fighting the covers off of me. The midnight blue covers had wrapped themselves around my legs and waist so tight in the struggle to sleep that just getting them off was a battle in itself. I finally made it off the bed and turned on the lights. And before my eyes even registered the new light I was changing. I changed into a T-shirt and shorts and began pulling on my shoes. I was going to run. I walked out of the house and down the long driveway setting my CD player to an oldies station. Once I reached the street I began jogging letting my muscles get up to speed with my brain.
I jogged a few more paces before increasing the speed. The music of the great sixties and seventies stars filled my ears and thoughts of her filled my head. Why did I always have to think of her? I hardly knew her yet the thought of getting to know her was a plague. It infested my brain and barely let me concentrate on anything else. How am I going to focus in school tomorrow? The thoughts resonated in my head as I continued to run until I became too tired to think of anything. I made my way home and slept until my alarm jolted me out of a dream about her. I smacked the alarm to make the radio go off and pushed myself into a sitting position. "Why is it that when ever I have a good dream I get woken up?" I grumbled to myself as I shuffled to the shower.
After I was freshly clean, I went down stairs to see my parents as they usually were, my dad reading the business section and my mom reading some fashion magazine. The maid was making breakfast and she smiled lightly as I sat down. I talked to my parents briefly as I ate, but I left quickly before they could give me a stern lecture about my loyalty to the family and what happens if I screw up again. I reached school within ten minutes and parked the car. As I got out, I looked at the gargoyles as if they were an omen.
I walked into the building hoping to see her. The thought was impossible; no one got there that early, especially on the start of a new school year, except Paris. I walked to the headmaster's office to get my schedule and ingrain the school rules into my head. He seemed surprised to see me as if my return was a mystery. My dad called him weeks ago first to ask him to a social event and second to sweet talk him into letting me come back, saying I had reformed. It was all lies but Charleston didn't seem to notice.
"Well, well Mr. Dugrey."
"Sir", I spoke trying not to give into the acidic tone he had taken with me.
"Welcome back, as I need not remind you Chilton is an extremely difficult school, and I will not take it lightly that you are back. I expect the best of you. Remember one more "incident" that requires my attention and you will be going back to North Carolina", Charleston spoke with a look of satisfaction on his face at the contemplation of me failing again.
"Yes sir."
"Now let's go see about your schedule."
We walked out of his office and his secretary immediately looked up from the typewriter and reached for my folder to give me my locker assignment and class schedule. She handed it to me and went back to typing. Before Charleston could give me another warning, I left his office.
It seemed as if more students had arrived and my interest peaked. I wondered if she was there; if Paris told her to come in early for the newspaper or some project. I walked the halls, not with a real purpose, but still glancing to see if I could find her. I found her by Paris, Louise, and Madeline talking about their articles. It appeared as if Paris had forgiven her after I left. Rory saw a glimpse of me and excused herself from the group. She walked down the hall towards me with a look of gratitude on her face. She caught up to me and immediately opened her mouth to say something.
"It's ok, I would have done it for anyone", I told her to assure her.
"Yeah but you didn't have to and anyone?" she asked with a questioning look on her face.
"Well not Paris."
She looked at me and laughed. "So what's your schedule like?" she inquired. I gave it to her to look at and she smiled. "If I didn't know any better I'd say you were stalking me, we have all the same classes".
At this news, my heart jumped. "How do you know I'm not?" I asked playfully to keep the banter going.
"I don't know. Prove it to me". She looked down at her watch and took notice of the time. "I'll see you in first period".
She walked away and I watched her disappear around the corner. The thought was almost too much but my heart leaped with joy at the thought of being around her. I was torn.
A/N~ Okay that's it for today............I'm pretty sure I'll update later this week depending on the reviews. Till then.
Synopsis~ Tristan reflects on his life and Rory. I think it's going to be a Trory but I don't have all the kinks worked out yet.
A/N~ Schools finally over!! Well for this year anyways............which means for you more updates considering I haven't really touched this story or fanfiction.net for over 2 months. I'm really sorry for not updating but school was kicking my ass............in the last week I had 3 finals, a test, an optional quiz, and a project. I'm also sorry for not reading and reviewing your stories............but that's what my diminished summer is for. Anyways thanks to those who reviewed I appreciate it dearly!
Return of Chaos
Part 4: Torn
Monday, quite possibly the worst day of the week, yet she had made it sound so pleasurable. So pleasant in fact that I couldn't sleep. It was Sunday night, a school night, but after three or so hours of tossing and turning in bed I gave up and tried to lie still. But that too failed me and I soon found myself fighting the covers off of me. The midnight blue covers had wrapped themselves around my legs and waist so tight in the struggle to sleep that just getting them off was a battle in itself. I finally made it off the bed and turned on the lights. And before my eyes even registered the new light I was changing. I changed into a T-shirt and shorts and began pulling on my shoes. I was going to run. I walked out of the house and down the long driveway setting my CD player to an oldies station. Once I reached the street I began jogging letting my muscles get up to speed with my brain.
I jogged a few more paces before increasing the speed. The music of the great sixties and seventies stars filled my ears and thoughts of her filled my head. Why did I always have to think of her? I hardly knew her yet the thought of getting to know her was a plague. It infested my brain and barely let me concentrate on anything else. How am I going to focus in school tomorrow? The thoughts resonated in my head as I continued to run until I became too tired to think of anything. I made my way home and slept until my alarm jolted me out of a dream about her. I smacked the alarm to make the radio go off and pushed myself into a sitting position. "Why is it that when ever I have a good dream I get woken up?" I grumbled to myself as I shuffled to the shower.
After I was freshly clean, I went down stairs to see my parents as they usually were, my dad reading the business section and my mom reading some fashion magazine. The maid was making breakfast and she smiled lightly as I sat down. I talked to my parents briefly as I ate, but I left quickly before they could give me a stern lecture about my loyalty to the family and what happens if I screw up again. I reached school within ten minutes and parked the car. As I got out, I looked at the gargoyles as if they were an omen.
I walked into the building hoping to see her. The thought was impossible; no one got there that early, especially on the start of a new school year, except Paris. I walked to the headmaster's office to get my schedule and ingrain the school rules into my head. He seemed surprised to see me as if my return was a mystery. My dad called him weeks ago first to ask him to a social event and second to sweet talk him into letting me come back, saying I had reformed. It was all lies but Charleston didn't seem to notice.
"Well, well Mr. Dugrey."
"Sir", I spoke trying not to give into the acidic tone he had taken with me.
"Welcome back, as I need not remind you Chilton is an extremely difficult school, and I will not take it lightly that you are back. I expect the best of you. Remember one more "incident" that requires my attention and you will be going back to North Carolina", Charleston spoke with a look of satisfaction on his face at the contemplation of me failing again.
"Yes sir."
"Now let's go see about your schedule."
We walked out of his office and his secretary immediately looked up from the typewriter and reached for my folder to give me my locker assignment and class schedule. She handed it to me and went back to typing. Before Charleston could give me another warning, I left his office.
It seemed as if more students had arrived and my interest peaked. I wondered if she was there; if Paris told her to come in early for the newspaper or some project. I walked the halls, not with a real purpose, but still glancing to see if I could find her. I found her by Paris, Louise, and Madeline talking about their articles. It appeared as if Paris had forgiven her after I left. Rory saw a glimpse of me and excused herself from the group. She walked down the hall towards me with a look of gratitude on her face. She caught up to me and immediately opened her mouth to say something.
"It's ok, I would have done it for anyone", I told her to assure her.
"Yeah but you didn't have to and anyone?" she asked with a questioning look on her face.
"Well not Paris."
She looked at me and laughed. "So what's your schedule like?" she inquired. I gave it to her to look at and she smiled. "If I didn't know any better I'd say you were stalking me, we have all the same classes".
At this news, my heart jumped. "How do you know I'm not?" I asked playfully to keep the banter going.
"I don't know. Prove it to me". She looked down at her watch and took notice of the time. "I'll see you in first period".
She walked away and I watched her disappear around the corner. The thought was almost too much but my heart leaped with joy at the thought of being around her. I was torn.
A/N~ Okay that's it for today............I'm pretty sure I'll update later this week depending on the reviews. Till then.
