Authors Note: So I'm not exactly sure how this story is even going to go. I started it a long time ago, not knowing what I was doing, I think just spur of the moment ideas. Anyway, it may take longer for me to get updates up due to random bits of writers block and lack of not knowing where I'm going with this. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: if I owned them, don't you think my ideas would be on the show?
I took a deep breath, my hands clutching the steering wheel. What was I doing here? She's not going to be happy to see me. It'll be like it always was. She'll hate me, I'll be crushed. She might as well have the gun and shoot me dead.
I patiently waited, listening for the bell to ring indicating school being over. I looked at the clock, the opened the door, getting out of my car. I wiped my hands on my pants, leaning against the front of the car. Students started filing out of Chilton. My eyes roamed the student body for Rory; my hearts pace quickened as each student came out.
"Tristan?" The all too familiar voice of Paris Gellar questioned as she stepped up to me. I looked down. "So it is you. What are you doing here?" She shifted her books in her arms.
"I don't know," I quietly said, taking a deep breath, returning my eyes to the door, scanning each face.
"You're at your old school, and you don't know why?" Paris asked. That's when I saw her. My breath caught in my throat and I turned back to Paris.
"I… Paris, I have to go." She jumped back as I got in my car and sped away. "Stupid! Stupid!" I said over and over to myself. Why was I doing this?
I seemed to be questioning myself a lot lately. Ever since I had gotten home from military school, the familiarity of my life in Hartford hit me; yet I wasn't the same person.
That's what I wanted to figure out though. I wanted to figure out who I was now. Military school had changed me a great deal, but it left me wondering how I would react to certain situations, wondering if everything would go back to the way it was.
But how I handled this situation; I knew things weren't going to go back to the ways that they had been.
No… everything is going to be different. But how different? I don't know for sure. Hopefully better.
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"I saw Tristan." Paris said as Rory Gilmore approached her.
"What? Tristan? Are you talking about Tristan DuGrey?" Paris nodded. "Where?" Rory looked around the school parking lot.
"Right after school. I walked out, saw the blonde hair, walked over to him, he saw you, then sped off." Paris recapped.
"So… he's back?" Rory asked.
"I guess." Paris shrugged. "Only time will tell."
A.N.: reviews are always appreciated. 3 I'm not sure how I'm doing with this so far… so any help or comments would be great. :D