LIBRARY.

Rory and Patrick are seated at a table in the corner by a window. I kept watching them from another table on the other end of the room with a furrowed brow, I just couldn´t help myself.

Naomi: " Tristan?... ".

I wonder what he´s telling to her. She doesn´t seem to be giving Patrick a lot of attention. Rory´s beautiful cerulean eyes are planted loyally on her Chemistry book. If only I were the one sitting beside her right now…

Naomi: " Tristan?, hello?... ".

Her perfect body would be certainly resting on my lap and my fingers would be toying with her light-brownish hair while my lips would frequently be brushing against hers, savoring her succulent, fresh taste, sucking on the skin at the side of her precious, elegant neck…

Naomi: " Tristan, wake up! ".

An annoyed voice came into my mind, snapping me out of my reverie. I startled, jumping a little at it, noticing a few eyes over at our table, looking at us questioningly.

Tristan: " What!?, what!?, what do you want!? ". Ok, ok…so maybe she startled me a little bit TOO much…

Naomi: " You´re attention actually… ". She said suggestively.

Naomi Claire Johansen was you´re typical stunning, curvy blonde, gray-greenish eyes popular kind of girl, but instead of being an ignorant cheerleader, she was on the chess club, ruled the debate team, was amazing on drama plays and rocked hard in art class. She could see something so ugly and disgusting and always manage to see something good in it. All the paintings she efficiently created were absolutely unique and surreal and I always remembered complimenting her about her talents and skills. She also enjoyed reading and had this enormous collection of books in her room that left me standing shocked with my mouth open when I saw them…

You´re probably wondering why I broke up with such a hot, intellectual beauty, huh?...

Well, here´s the catch…

We lasted only two months as a couple and we broke up mutually when she told me she was going to move to Venice, Italy. She came back after living in the city of love for over a year. Her father had been offered to take a much greater job over here so they came to Hartford without second thought.

Naomi and I hadn´t got near to each other, or exchanged any word of any kind since she came back, which were only a few days ago. I think I might have liked Naomi a lot back then, but not as devotedly and passionately as I came to like Lorelai a.k.a. " Rory " a.k.a. " Mary " Leigh Gilmore.

I´ve never loved any girl in my entire life until I met Rory. I never thought I´d fall in love and even if I did, I never thought I´d fall this hard. It just seemed really impossible to me, considering the fact that I came from a family where love wasn´t a subject we spoke, discussed about, or even practiced occasionally…

I grew a bit uneasy and apprehensive when thanks to the Chilton gossip mill I heard about Naomi´s still obsessive interest on me. Apparently, she never got over me and was always waiting for the day when she would come back and be with me once again, this time to stay and not to go…

So here I am, after a year of absence, my ex-girlfriend is sitting on the same table as me and looking at me with a look full of something that´s making me shift on my chair and making me grow very uncomfortable…

Wanna know what it is?...

Yeah, yeah, you´ve guessed it, bro...

Desire.

And for the first time in my life I´m truly dreading it right now because it´s coming from the wrong person…

Tristan: " Why?, you need help? ". I asked good-naturedly, trying to hide my restlessness.

Naomi: " Not really,… ". She scoots her chair closer besides mine, eyeing me up and down. I know that look… Seduction it is." …but there is something else I want… ". She tries bringing her lips over to my own…

Suddenly, she was drawn back before we could make contact.

Feeling so thankful for whatever happened, I looked up and was really surprised when I saw that my girlfriend was the one that caused Naomi to back away in the first place.

Rory had grabbed a full fist of the back of Naomi´s jacket and had pulled at it, making the girl retreat away, not permitting her to get into close distance with me…

Rory: " Who do you think you are trying to kiss my boyfriend!? ". She demanded angrily, glaring balefully down at Naomi.

It´s going to snow...

Hell, the skies are going to pour down a rain of tennis rackets!. Sweet Mary is actually looking for a fight with one of my exes!...

I´ve never been so turned on by the fact of seeing Rory getting all worked up because of an ex wanting to kiss me…

She looks so hot.

I feel like eating and kissing her alive at the same time…

God…

I´m aching all over to get up and reach out for her slender body, feeling it´s soft curves under my eager touch, feeling, touching her warm skin, caressing her, worshipping her, just loving her, loving her completely, entirely, fully, tenderly…

Naomi: " I didn´t know he was your boyfriend! ".

Naomi struggled to free herself from Rory´s grasp on her jacket, but Rory wouldn´t budge…

Rory: " Well, he is! ". She yelled back.

Tristan: " Mary, come on ". I had gotten up from my chair and placed one arm around her little waist while the hand connected to my other free arm went gently on top of Rory´s, trying to undo the tight grip she had on Naomi´s jacket. " Let it go ". I whispered very softly on her ear, almost pleading her and placing a kiss on the skin there…

It softened her. I could feel her body loosening up underneath my touch…

Thank God she obliged.

Rory: " You better stay away from Tristan ". She said more placidly, but still with a menacing look all over her countenance showing the firmness of her words.

Naomi: " I don´t think so, missy ".

Rory: " Look… ".

Tristan: " Naomi, please… ".

Naomi: " She´s a bitch, Tristan, you´re little girlfriend here is a bitch! ".

When did my arm lounge forward and clasped around Naomi´s arm pulling her up from her chair and close to my face I really don´t know. All I knew was that I did the latter the moment I heard her insulting my Mary.

Tristan: " Take it back ". I said with a low, warning tone. My whole face was so threateningly stiff it hurt. I´ve never spoken to her this hard in my life. Naomi had hit a dangerous nerve and I just acted reflexively.

Naomi: " No ". She looked at me with annoying determination.

Tristan: " Take it back! ".

Naomi: " I said no! ".

Rory: " Tristan… ".

Tristan: " Take it back, Naomi! ". I shout more harshly at her, furious as Hell for what she called the girl I loved.

Naomi: " No, if you want to believe you´re girlfriend is not a bitch then that´s your problem, but I´m not denying it! ". Rory grabbed at my arm and dragged me away before I could react to that and do something I would later on regret.

OUTSIDE THE LIBRARY.

Rory leans against the lockers, I stand in front of her.

Rory: " Tristan, maybe she´s right… ".

Tristan: " No, Mary… ".

Rory: " Maybe I am a bi… ". I quickly covered her mouth with my hand.

Tristan: " Don´t even say it ". I whispered soothingly at her.

Rory took my hand away, painstakingly.

Rory: " But, Tristan… ".

Tristan: " You could never be a bitch even if you tried, Rory, you´re way too good… ".

Rory: " I´m not perfect… ".

Tristan: " You are in my eyes ".

She lounged forward and her arms circled around my neck, hugging me. I was responding to the hug…

Rory: " I love you, Tristan ". She breathed on my neck, her breath tickling the skin there, making me feel all funny inside…

Tristan: " See?, you are perfect, you love me ". She laughed and I did the same as well. I drew my head back and caught her mouth with my own, both of us smiling all the way…

I could feel a figure behind me only a few steps away, witnessing Rory and I making-out…

The air felt different with that other presence standing in the hall…

It didn´t seem so happy, it didn´t seem so pleased either, if I would have turned, I would have seen a furious blonde.