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Chapter 4: Jealousy Takes its Part
Rory went inside the dorm, but as soon as she was about to go inside, she saw Drew, staring at her, his arms crossed over his chest.
"What was that?" asked Drew.
"What was what?" asked Rory.
"You just made plans with Dean for Friday," said Drew.
"So?" asked Rory.
"He's your ex-boyfriend," said Drew.
"Haven't you ever been friends with one of your ex-girlfriends?" asked Rory.
"Well, I can't say that I have," said Drew. "But I know how this works. It's just like with your other ex-boyfriend, Jess. You kept hanging out with him until you kissed him behind Dean's back. You kissed Dean didn't you?"
Rory couldn't believe how immature Drew was being. She never kissed Dean behind his back. Although, they did almost kissed today, but that was beside the point. Drew was getting all bent out of shape over nothing. Nothing was happening between her and Dean. Maybe in her dreams she was, but Rory was clearer than ever that it just meant that she missed him.
"I can't believe you," said Rory. "No. We didn't kiss. Look, don't speak to me until you grow up and realize that Dean and I are JUST FRIENDS!"
Rory went into the common room where Tauna was watching some weird Christian show at full blast volume. Rory angrily snatched the remote out of Tauna's hands and turned it off.
"If you can't watch it at a low volume, then don't watch it at all," said Rory, angrily.
"I'm sorry," said Tauna. "I can-"
"STOP!" yelled Rory. "JUST SHUT UP!"
Tauna stopped talking and stared wide-eyed at Rory. Rory had never yelled at her before.
"I'm sorry Tauna," said Rory. "I just had a fight with Drew and I just can't handle loud TV right now."
"It's okay," said Tauna.
"Just keep the volume low," said Rory, going into her room and shutting a door. Paris was already asleep. Rory changed into her pajamas and went to sleep.
Before she knew it, someone was shaking her. Rory woke up. It was Drew. He held a knife to her head.
"Get up," said Drew.
"Drew, what-"
"GET UP NOW!" yelled Drew, cutting off Rory.
Trembling with fear, Rory obeyed. Drew grabbed her and still held a knife to her head. Instead of the courtyard outside the university, he pulled her inside some woods.
"Your in love with Dean, huh?" said Drew.
"No," said Rory, sobbing. "I'm not. I swear I'm not. I swear. Wait yes I do. No I don't."
"It's either me or the knife," said Drew. "Pick me, or you won't live long enough to be with anyone."
"HELP!" screamed Rory.
Drew drove the knife into her stomach. Rory fell to the ground. Her stomach was bleeding. She tried to stop it with her hand, but blood flowed out of her like a river and filled up a huge hole in the ground next to her. Drew was standing over her, about to stab her again, when someone punched him and sent him flying into the pool of blood. Drew droned in the blood and disappeared. Rory closed her eyes. She knew she was going to die so she just laid there, waiting for her death.
"Rory," said a voice.
Rory opened her eyes. Dean was standing above her. He had a concerned look on his face.
"Rory, keep your eyes open," said Dean.
"I can't," said Rory. "I can't."
"You're going to be okay," said Dean, touching her wound on her stomach. "Everything's going to be fine. You'll be fine."
When Dean's hand left her stomach. The wound was gone. Her blood stopped flowing. There were no bloodstains on her clothes. Dean's hands had healed her. He helped Rory up and they kissed. Rory was about to kiss him again, when Drew's hand came out of the pool of blood and pulled her in.
"RORY!" yelled Dean.
"HELP!" yelled Rory. "HELP ME, PLEASE! HELP!"
Dean tried to grab her arm, but Rory sank deeper and deeper in the pool of blood. Soon all she could see was red and Dean's image disappeared.
"HELP!" yelled Rory. "OH, MY GOD! HELP ME!"
"RORY!" yelled a voice, that wasn't Dean's. "STOP IT! WAKE UP AND CALM DOWN!"
Rory sat up in a cold sweat in her bed. Paris was sitting up, too. She did not look happy.
"I know you can't control your sleep talking, but can you at least try to stop?" said Paris.
"I'm sorry," said Rory. "I have to get out of here."
Rory ran out of the room. Her watch said 6:00 A.M. The sun was just starting to rise. She went back in and got dressed and got her books. She needed to think. She didn't know what to do. Was she really worried that Drew would hurt her? Rory didn't know what to do. FRIDAY
Rory was sitting in her English literature class, when Dean walked in. Professor Jacobson looked up from the board.
"May I help you?" asked Professor Jacobson.
"I'm thinking of transferring here and I'm thinking of taking this class," said Dean. "Mind if I listen?"
"Of course not," said Professor Jacobson, turning her attention back to the board. "There's a seat next to Ms. Gilmore over there."
Dean sat down next to Rory and gave her a little wave. Then Rory waved back. She looked up at where Drew was sitting. He was staring at them. He did not look happy. Rory turned around and focused on Professor Jacobson's lesson. She was sick of Drew acting like a jackass. After their classes she was going to talk to him.
When her classes were over and after she had established that Dean that he was going to pick her up at her room, Rory caught Drew sitting on the bench where they first met.
"Rory, we have to talk," said Drew.
"Okay," said Rory.
"You can't see Dean anymore," said Drew.
How will this end (even though I think you already know)? To Be Continued.
A/N: Well, here's another chapter. Chapter 5: Too Many Drinks is coming soon.
Chapter 4: Jealousy Takes its Part
Rory went inside the dorm, but as soon as she was about to go inside, she saw Drew, staring at her, his arms crossed over his chest.
"What was that?" asked Drew.
"What was what?" asked Rory.
"You just made plans with Dean for Friday," said Drew.
"So?" asked Rory.
"He's your ex-boyfriend," said Drew.
"Haven't you ever been friends with one of your ex-girlfriends?" asked Rory.
"Well, I can't say that I have," said Drew. "But I know how this works. It's just like with your other ex-boyfriend, Jess. You kept hanging out with him until you kissed him behind Dean's back. You kissed Dean didn't you?"
Rory couldn't believe how immature Drew was being. She never kissed Dean behind his back. Although, they did almost kissed today, but that was beside the point. Drew was getting all bent out of shape over nothing. Nothing was happening between her and Dean. Maybe in her dreams she was, but Rory was clearer than ever that it just meant that she missed him.
"I can't believe you," said Rory. "No. We didn't kiss. Look, don't speak to me until you grow up and realize that Dean and I are JUST FRIENDS!"
Rory went into the common room where Tauna was watching some weird Christian show at full blast volume. Rory angrily snatched the remote out of Tauna's hands and turned it off.
"If you can't watch it at a low volume, then don't watch it at all," said Rory, angrily.
"I'm sorry," said Tauna. "I can-"
"STOP!" yelled Rory. "JUST SHUT UP!"
Tauna stopped talking and stared wide-eyed at Rory. Rory had never yelled at her before.
"I'm sorry Tauna," said Rory. "I just had a fight with Drew and I just can't handle loud TV right now."
"It's okay," said Tauna.
"Just keep the volume low," said Rory, going into her room and shutting a door. Paris was already asleep. Rory changed into her pajamas and went to sleep.
Before she knew it, someone was shaking her. Rory woke up. It was Drew. He held a knife to her head.
"Get up," said Drew.
"Drew, what-"
"GET UP NOW!" yelled Drew, cutting off Rory.
Trembling with fear, Rory obeyed. Drew grabbed her and still held a knife to her head. Instead of the courtyard outside the university, he pulled her inside some woods.
"Your in love with Dean, huh?" said Drew.
"No," said Rory, sobbing. "I'm not. I swear I'm not. I swear. Wait yes I do. No I don't."
"It's either me or the knife," said Drew. "Pick me, or you won't live long enough to be with anyone."
"HELP!" screamed Rory.
Drew drove the knife into her stomach. Rory fell to the ground. Her stomach was bleeding. She tried to stop it with her hand, but blood flowed out of her like a river and filled up a huge hole in the ground next to her. Drew was standing over her, about to stab her again, when someone punched him and sent him flying into the pool of blood. Drew droned in the blood and disappeared. Rory closed her eyes. She knew she was going to die so she just laid there, waiting for her death.
"Rory," said a voice.
Rory opened her eyes. Dean was standing above her. He had a concerned look on his face.
"Rory, keep your eyes open," said Dean.
"I can't," said Rory. "I can't."
"You're going to be okay," said Dean, touching her wound on her stomach. "Everything's going to be fine. You'll be fine."
When Dean's hand left her stomach. The wound was gone. Her blood stopped flowing. There were no bloodstains on her clothes. Dean's hands had healed her. He helped Rory up and they kissed. Rory was about to kiss him again, when Drew's hand came out of the pool of blood and pulled her in.
"RORY!" yelled Dean.
"HELP!" yelled Rory. "HELP ME, PLEASE! HELP!"
Dean tried to grab her arm, but Rory sank deeper and deeper in the pool of blood. Soon all she could see was red and Dean's image disappeared.
"HELP!" yelled Rory. "OH, MY GOD! HELP ME!"
"RORY!" yelled a voice, that wasn't Dean's. "STOP IT! WAKE UP AND CALM DOWN!"
Rory sat up in a cold sweat in her bed. Paris was sitting up, too. She did not look happy.
"I know you can't control your sleep talking, but can you at least try to stop?" said Paris.
"I'm sorry," said Rory. "I have to get out of here."
Rory ran out of the room. Her watch said 6:00 A.M. The sun was just starting to rise. She went back in and got dressed and got her books. She needed to think. She didn't know what to do. Was she really worried that Drew would hurt her? Rory didn't know what to do. FRIDAY
Rory was sitting in her English literature class, when Dean walked in. Professor Jacobson looked up from the board.
"May I help you?" asked Professor Jacobson.
"I'm thinking of transferring here and I'm thinking of taking this class," said Dean. "Mind if I listen?"
"Of course not," said Professor Jacobson, turning her attention back to the board. "There's a seat next to Ms. Gilmore over there."
Dean sat down next to Rory and gave her a little wave. Then Rory waved back. She looked up at where Drew was sitting. He was staring at them. He did not look happy. Rory turned around and focused on Professor Jacobson's lesson. She was sick of Drew acting like a jackass. After their classes she was going to talk to him.
When her classes were over and after she had established that Dean that he was going to pick her up at her room, Rory caught Drew sitting on the bench where they first met.
"Rory, we have to talk," said Drew.
"Okay," said Rory.
"You can't see Dean anymore," said Drew.
How will this end (even though I think you already know)? To Be Continued.
A/N: Well, here's another chapter. Chapter 5: Too Many Drinks is coming soon.