Disclaimer~ If I owned any of these characters I wouldn't be a high school
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 is going to be a Trory but I do not have all the kinks worked out yet.
A/N~ Thanks for all the reviews.......I appreciate it very much! In addition, sorry for not updating as I said I would. I finally have my license (after five or so hours at the DMV), I also went on a vacation for a week, Fanfiction.net was down for a while (or my computer couldn't access it), and I had a huge case of writers block. I am sorry!
Return of Chaos
Part 5: Chance
It took all that I had not to run out the door. She didn't care that we had all the same classes; she actually looked entertained at the idea. Forcing myself to move, I found myself standing in front of the door of the classroom. Inside I could hear all the hushed whispers of my return. I walked in casually and almost every eye turned to me. I took a seat near Rory and Paris, gave a small smile to them, and pulled out a book.
By lunch, gossip had maximized and I found myself looking for somewhere else to go. I definitely did not want to go into the cafeteria; the library was too stuffy for me, so I found myself outside. It was a warm autumn day, still half between summer and the coldness of winter. I reclined on one of the benches and pulled out my book once again. I became so entangled in the story that I didn't notice someone sitting in the bench across the stone path.
I finished the chapter and put the book down. I looked around the courtyard and that is when I noticed the person, girl no woman, Rory. She was reading and by the looks of it was as entranced by the story she was reading as I was with my own. I sat still watching her. Her dark hair surrounded her face as she read, her brow furrowed as if wondering why a character did what they did, her mouth upturned in a smile one moment and biting her lip the next, the meticulous yet excited way she turned the page. My eyes blazing, addicted to her appearance, drew her gaze from the book.
Not fully trusting my voice, I walked to her bench. I sat down and she looked at me with a questioning glance on her soft features. "Why aren't you at lunch?" she asked.
"I didn't feel like listening to gossip about my self and figured I could get more done reading. Why aren't you at lunch?"
She looked at me with a small smirk on her face before answering, "As interesting as you are I didn't feel like listening to rumors about you either. I thought I had enough after first period and deserved a break for lunch."
I laughed agreeing with her completely. She laughed along, the sounds carrying gently through the air. "So what were you reading?" she asked sober.
"'The Golden Compass'."
"I've never heard of it."
"Really? I love it. This has got to be my fifth time rereading it at least. I remember reading it when I was about 12 and it let me go somewhere else, a place where my parents...." I stopped myself "Maybe one day I'll let you borrow it. What were you reading?" I asked not believing I almost told her everything about me. But she had always done that to me.
"I'm reading 'The Virgin Suicides'."
"Oh"
We sat in silence for a few minutes before I made a move to leave. She stopped me with a hand on my knee. "I just wanted to say that if you need someone to talk to I'd be willing to listen."
I saw the sincerity in her eyes and nodded my head. I stood and leaned forward. My lips brushed hers gently and then moved toward her ear and whispered "One day I'll take you up on that". I walked to the other bench to gather my stuff and then walked to the doors of the school. Had I looked behind me I would have seen the small smile on her face but instead I shook my head wondering where I had gone wrong.
I didn't deserve her but I was glad I had the chance.
Synopsis~ Tristan reflects on his life and Rory. I think it is going to be a Trory but I do not have all the kinks worked out yet.
A/N~ Thanks for all the reviews.......I appreciate it very much! In addition, sorry for not updating as I said I would. I finally have my license (after five or so hours at the DMV), I also went on a vacation for a week, Fanfiction.net was down for a while (or my computer couldn't access it), and I had a huge case of writers block. I am sorry!
Return of Chaos
Part 5: Chance
It took all that I had not to run out the door. She didn't care that we had all the same classes; she actually looked entertained at the idea. Forcing myself to move, I found myself standing in front of the door of the classroom. Inside I could hear all the hushed whispers of my return. I walked in casually and almost every eye turned to me. I took a seat near Rory and Paris, gave a small smile to them, and pulled out a book.
By lunch, gossip had maximized and I found myself looking for somewhere else to go. I definitely did not want to go into the cafeteria; the library was too stuffy for me, so I found myself outside. It was a warm autumn day, still half between summer and the coldness of winter. I reclined on one of the benches and pulled out my book once again. I became so entangled in the story that I didn't notice someone sitting in the bench across the stone path.
I finished the chapter and put the book down. I looked around the courtyard and that is when I noticed the person, girl no woman, Rory. She was reading and by the looks of it was as entranced by the story she was reading as I was with my own. I sat still watching her. Her dark hair surrounded her face as she read, her brow furrowed as if wondering why a character did what they did, her mouth upturned in a smile one moment and biting her lip the next, the meticulous yet excited way she turned the page. My eyes blazing, addicted to her appearance, drew her gaze from the book.
Not fully trusting my voice, I walked to her bench. I sat down and she looked at me with a questioning glance on her soft features. "Why aren't you at lunch?" she asked.
"I didn't feel like listening to gossip about my self and figured I could get more done reading. Why aren't you at lunch?"
She looked at me with a small smirk on her face before answering, "As interesting as you are I didn't feel like listening to rumors about you either. I thought I had enough after first period and deserved a break for lunch."
I laughed agreeing with her completely. She laughed along, the sounds carrying gently through the air. "So what were you reading?" she asked sober.
"'The Golden Compass'."
"I've never heard of it."
"Really? I love it. This has got to be my fifth time rereading it at least. I remember reading it when I was about 12 and it let me go somewhere else, a place where my parents...." I stopped myself "Maybe one day I'll let you borrow it. What were you reading?" I asked not believing I almost told her everything about me. But she had always done that to me.
"I'm reading 'The Virgin Suicides'."
"Oh"
We sat in silence for a few minutes before I made a move to leave. She stopped me with a hand on my knee. "I just wanted to say that if you need someone to talk to I'd be willing to listen."
I saw the sincerity in her eyes and nodded my head. I stood and leaned forward. My lips brushed hers gently and then moved toward her ear and whispered "One day I'll take you up on that". I walked to the other bench to gather my stuff and then walked to the doors of the school. Had I looked behind me I would have seen the small smile on her face but instead I shook my head wondering where I had gone wrong.
I didn't deserve her but I was glad I had the chance.
