Author: ilovegilmorelitrory ( I am enjoying both Trory and Literati now!
Narco . . . it'll take MUCH more time for me to get used to that . . . )
Author's Note: Ooops! I guess I had done a HUGE mistake! Thanks for telling me anyways! You know . . . It's Lorelai Victoria Gilmore NOT Lorelai Elizabeth Gilmore! I had read that somewhere but maybe it's just me! Here are the persons who I REALLY appreciate!
yadrianne, mandie, jessica, live2write, Alece, lena and kimmi! ( Oh, thank you for reviewing kimmi! I absolutely LOVE your stories! )
-- A few of you wanted to know if bagboy exists. Well, he does and that means there going to be some Dean trouble. Sorry to Alece, though. Don't worry. It's a Trory and NO Narco Taco, okay? --
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Gilmore Girls except for this story.
Pairing: ( snorts ) Rory and Tristan, duh!
~~~~Chapter 2~~~~
"Freaky?" Louise asked.
"Way freaky?" Madeline asked.
"Can I say . . Let's change the subject?" Rory said.
"Sure," Madeline said.
"Whatever," Louise continued.
They were talking about Rory and Tristan's 'kiss'. If that's what you call it.
"Okay missy I'm-too-smart-for-you," Paris said as she stood near Rory's desk. "Tell me everything."
"Tell you what kind of everything?" Rory asked.
"Don't act like I don't know or you don't know because I know we both know . . ." Paris said.
"Wow, that's a lot of know-ledge."
"Don't change the subject!"
"I don't even know we were having a conversation and now you're saying there's a subject??"
"You kissed Tristan didn't you?"
"No!" Rory admitted. "You got it mistaken. He kissed me. But, I wouldn't call it a 'kiss'."
"That means he likes you! That also means that I hate you! Then Tristan gets mad at me for hating you! It all makes sense! He's never liking me now!" said Paris frantically.
"Well, if you don't hate me because he likes me, which is so NOT true, then you might still have a chance!" Rory explained.
"Your life is now a living hell Gilmore," Paris said dryly, walking away towards her seat at the front of Mr. Medina's class.
Rory started flipping the pages of her book until Mr. Medina comes in.
"Good morning class, I was thinking of a lecture today so everybody must pay attention," Mr. Medina said. Most of the students groaned but Mr. Medina kept smiling.
Suddenly the door of the class opens, letting in a person named Tristan DuGrey.
"Late as usual Mr. DuGrey?" Mr. Medina asked.
"Yeah," Tristan said casually as if he doesn't have any respect for the teacher. And well, he doesn't. "Did I miss anything?" he asked.
"Nope. I was just about to have a lecture and I need everybody to listen. Including you."
Tristan nodded and took a seat next to a very unfortunate Rory. He smirked at Rory and sat down.
Rory frowned in disgust. She took out a pad and a pen, getting ready to write some notes on Mr. Medina's 'fascinating' lecture. Then, Mr. Medina started the lecture and most of the class understood it only in the blablabla language. The language where all the blablabla words bring the same meaning. The meaning is bla, bla, and another sickening bla.
"Hey, Mary," Tristan quietly called.
Rory pretended not to hear him.
"Mary,'' Tristan called again.
But Rory continued to ignore him.
"Meet you after school," Tristan said giving up.
Rory frowned and added a new note on her pad, which was not from the lecture. She wrote: 'Return home early/quickly today'. Then she added: 'VERY early/quick!'
* * * * *
At the end of school, Rory hurried to her locker, she somehow managed to open her locker easily. She kept all her books inside and closed the locker shut. She ran and again, unfortunately, bumped into Tristan.
"Why are you everywhere I go?" Rory asked.
"Because we are destined to be together, Rory my love," Tristan said dramatically.
"Whatever."
Rory tried to get past Tristan. When she went to the left, Tristan followed. And when she went to the right, he followed too. And so on.
"Get out of my way!" Rory shouted.
"You got to do something first," Tristan said, pointing to his lips.
"Dream on Bible Boy!"
Rory ran past the pouting Tristan and was going to return home, finally.
* * * * *
"Mom!" Rory shouted. "I'm home!!"
"You are? Great honey!" Lorelai replied. "Because my chicken's on FIRE!!"
"What?" Rory yelled dropping her backpack. She hurried towards the kitchen finding her mother panicking and blowing ferociously at a burning roasted chicken.
"Hurry already Rory! The chicken's on fire!" Lorelai shouted.
"What were you doing??" Rory yelled again and helped her mother. "Cooking??"
"No! I was trying to cook!"
"Can't you start by toasting bread or boiling water?!"
"Hey, I'm not that dumb in cooking, you know?"
"Yeah, sure! Every time you make toast, the toast gets TOASTED!"
"Stop saying toast or we'll be toast!!"
They turned to face the chicken and found out the fire was already put out. Rory glared at her mother.
"What? I was just trying to cook dinner ya know?"
"Why don't you just ORDER dinner like you always DO?"
"Well, I want more challenges in life!!"
"Well, if you want challenges, try to live ONE WHOLE DAY without even one drop of coffee on your tongue!"
"That would be impossible!"
"Stop shouting!!!!"
"Okay!!!"
They went silent.
"Glad that's over with, now, I want to order some Chinese," Lorelai said.
"Yeah, you go do that. I'll be upstairs doing . . . something."
They both nodded and went to do what they said they'd do.
* * * * *
Tristan was walking in the hall of Chilton stopping on every step he walked because he was always called by a girl or ex-girlfriends or just girlfriends. Notice the plural s in girlfriends? It's not an error. It's Tristan.
"Mr. DuGrey?" Principal Charleston said when he suddenly appears in front of Tristan.
"Yup, that's me!" Tristan replied with no respect at all.
"Follow me to my office, please," Principal Charleston said.
Tristan nodded and followed Principal Charleston to his office. They got in and Tristan sat on a chair in front of Principal Charleston uncomfortably.
"It had come to my attention that you are having bad, and I mean really bad grades here at Chilton," Principal Charleston explained. "And, I don't want that anymore."
"Yes, sir. I promise to try harder and not fail you and Chilton," Tristan replied.
"I'm not letting you go that easily," Principal Charleston said.
Tristan frowned. Principal Charleston called his female assistant and whispered something to her. She nodded and walked out of the office.
"Principal Charleston, she's here," the woman said. "Miss Gilmore, please . . be seated."
Tristan quickly turned his face around and saw a trembling Rory. He smirked at her.
Rory noticed him smirking and frowned in disgust. She then sat down on the seat next to Tristan.
"Miss Gilmore," Principal Charleston said, staring at Rory. Rory felt more uncomfortable. As if Tristan was there wasn't bad enough, now she's in trouble with something she didn't even know what.
"Y-Yes, Principal Charleston," Rory said. She was still trembling. What if she had forgotten to send in a paper or even worse get a B on her tests?
"No need to be afraid Miss Gilmore. I called you here because I need you to tutor Mr. DuGrey here."
Rory calmed a little. She pointed her finger at herself. "Me?" she said.
"Yes, you Miss Gilmore. Any other Gilmore here I should know about?" Principal Charleston said.
Rory sat still and kept quiet. Principal Charleston turned to face Tristan.
"Mr. DuGrey, Miss Gilmore will be your tutor as long as it takes. Until you start to get good grades. But, make sure it's consistent or you'll be having a tutor longer than you can imagine," Principal Charleston explained.
"Sure, Mr. Charleston. I'll do my best," Tristan said. Rory rolled her eyes.
"That's all. You may go. And, Miss Gilmore, sorry if tutoring will take most of your time. But, Mr. DuGrey is, well, a little spoilt. And since you are one of the best students around, I will need your help," Principal Charleston admitted.
Rory nodded. She and Tristan walked out of the office. As soon as they were outside, Tristan smirked.
"What?" Rory asked.
"Nothing. Just that I will get to spend most of my time with you," Tristan admitted.
"Well, you better get your grades up early so I can get out of this nightmare," Rory said.
"But, I don't want your nightmare to end. Your nightmare is my entertainment."
"What's that suppose to mean?"
"I'm unsure. I read it somewhere though."
Rory rolled her eyes once more and left Tristan behind as she walked towards the hall of Chilton.
* * * * *
ilovegilmorelitrory - Hello, all! Anybody know how to make the words bold or italic? And how to skip more than one space? Also how to underline the words? Help would be greatly appreciated.
Buh-bye! Sorry this chapter is too short. I'll work on a longer one. Promise! But, it'll probably take more time to update.
Love ya all,
ilovegilmorelitrory
Author's Note: Ooops! I guess I had done a HUGE mistake! Thanks for telling me anyways! You know . . . It's Lorelai Victoria Gilmore NOT Lorelai Elizabeth Gilmore! I had read that somewhere but maybe it's just me! Here are the persons who I REALLY appreciate!
yadrianne, mandie, jessica, live2write, Alece, lena and kimmi! ( Oh, thank you for reviewing kimmi! I absolutely LOVE your stories! )
-- A few of you wanted to know if bagboy exists. Well, he does and that means there going to be some Dean trouble. Sorry to Alece, though. Don't worry. It's a Trory and NO Narco Taco, okay? --
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Gilmore Girls except for this story.
Pairing: ( snorts ) Rory and Tristan, duh!
~~~~Chapter 2~~~~
"Freaky?" Louise asked.
"Way freaky?" Madeline asked.
"Can I say . . Let's change the subject?" Rory said.
"Sure," Madeline said.
"Whatever," Louise continued.
They were talking about Rory and Tristan's 'kiss'. If that's what you call it.
"Okay missy I'm-too-smart-for-you," Paris said as she stood near Rory's desk. "Tell me everything."
"Tell you what kind of everything?" Rory asked.
"Don't act like I don't know or you don't know because I know we both know . . ." Paris said.
"Wow, that's a lot of know-ledge."
"Don't change the subject!"
"I don't even know we were having a conversation and now you're saying there's a subject??"
"You kissed Tristan didn't you?"
"No!" Rory admitted. "You got it mistaken. He kissed me. But, I wouldn't call it a 'kiss'."
"That means he likes you! That also means that I hate you! Then Tristan gets mad at me for hating you! It all makes sense! He's never liking me now!" said Paris frantically.
"Well, if you don't hate me because he likes me, which is so NOT true, then you might still have a chance!" Rory explained.
"Your life is now a living hell Gilmore," Paris said dryly, walking away towards her seat at the front of Mr. Medina's class.
Rory started flipping the pages of her book until Mr. Medina comes in.
"Good morning class, I was thinking of a lecture today so everybody must pay attention," Mr. Medina said. Most of the students groaned but Mr. Medina kept smiling.
Suddenly the door of the class opens, letting in a person named Tristan DuGrey.
"Late as usual Mr. DuGrey?" Mr. Medina asked.
"Yeah," Tristan said casually as if he doesn't have any respect for the teacher. And well, he doesn't. "Did I miss anything?" he asked.
"Nope. I was just about to have a lecture and I need everybody to listen. Including you."
Tristan nodded and took a seat next to a very unfortunate Rory. He smirked at Rory and sat down.
Rory frowned in disgust. She took out a pad and a pen, getting ready to write some notes on Mr. Medina's 'fascinating' lecture. Then, Mr. Medina started the lecture and most of the class understood it only in the blablabla language. The language where all the blablabla words bring the same meaning. The meaning is bla, bla, and another sickening bla.
"Hey, Mary," Tristan quietly called.
Rory pretended not to hear him.
"Mary,'' Tristan called again.
But Rory continued to ignore him.
"Meet you after school," Tristan said giving up.
Rory frowned and added a new note on her pad, which was not from the lecture. She wrote: 'Return home early/quickly today'. Then she added: 'VERY early/quick!'
* * * * *
At the end of school, Rory hurried to her locker, she somehow managed to open her locker easily. She kept all her books inside and closed the locker shut. She ran and again, unfortunately, bumped into Tristan.
"Why are you everywhere I go?" Rory asked.
"Because we are destined to be together, Rory my love," Tristan said dramatically.
"Whatever."
Rory tried to get past Tristan. When she went to the left, Tristan followed. And when she went to the right, he followed too. And so on.
"Get out of my way!" Rory shouted.
"You got to do something first," Tristan said, pointing to his lips.
"Dream on Bible Boy!"
Rory ran past the pouting Tristan and was going to return home, finally.
* * * * *
"Mom!" Rory shouted. "I'm home!!"
"You are? Great honey!" Lorelai replied. "Because my chicken's on FIRE!!"
"What?" Rory yelled dropping her backpack. She hurried towards the kitchen finding her mother panicking and blowing ferociously at a burning roasted chicken.
"Hurry already Rory! The chicken's on fire!" Lorelai shouted.
"What were you doing??" Rory yelled again and helped her mother. "Cooking??"
"No! I was trying to cook!"
"Can't you start by toasting bread or boiling water?!"
"Hey, I'm not that dumb in cooking, you know?"
"Yeah, sure! Every time you make toast, the toast gets TOASTED!"
"Stop saying toast or we'll be toast!!"
They turned to face the chicken and found out the fire was already put out. Rory glared at her mother.
"What? I was just trying to cook dinner ya know?"
"Why don't you just ORDER dinner like you always DO?"
"Well, I want more challenges in life!!"
"Well, if you want challenges, try to live ONE WHOLE DAY without even one drop of coffee on your tongue!"
"That would be impossible!"
"Stop shouting!!!!"
"Okay!!!"
They went silent.
"Glad that's over with, now, I want to order some Chinese," Lorelai said.
"Yeah, you go do that. I'll be upstairs doing . . . something."
They both nodded and went to do what they said they'd do.
* * * * *
Tristan was walking in the hall of Chilton stopping on every step he walked because he was always called by a girl or ex-girlfriends or just girlfriends. Notice the plural s in girlfriends? It's not an error. It's Tristan.
"Mr. DuGrey?" Principal Charleston said when he suddenly appears in front of Tristan.
"Yup, that's me!" Tristan replied with no respect at all.
"Follow me to my office, please," Principal Charleston said.
Tristan nodded and followed Principal Charleston to his office. They got in and Tristan sat on a chair in front of Principal Charleston uncomfortably.
"It had come to my attention that you are having bad, and I mean really bad grades here at Chilton," Principal Charleston explained. "And, I don't want that anymore."
"Yes, sir. I promise to try harder and not fail you and Chilton," Tristan replied.
"I'm not letting you go that easily," Principal Charleston said.
Tristan frowned. Principal Charleston called his female assistant and whispered something to her. She nodded and walked out of the office.
"Principal Charleston, she's here," the woman said. "Miss Gilmore, please . . be seated."
Tristan quickly turned his face around and saw a trembling Rory. He smirked at her.
Rory noticed him smirking and frowned in disgust. She then sat down on the seat next to Tristan.
"Miss Gilmore," Principal Charleston said, staring at Rory. Rory felt more uncomfortable. As if Tristan was there wasn't bad enough, now she's in trouble with something she didn't even know what.
"Y-Yes, Principal Charleston," Rory said. She was still trembling. What if she had forgotten to send in a paper or even worse get a B on her tests?
"No need to be afraid Miss Gilmore. I called you here because I need you to tutor Mr. DuGrey here."
Rory calmed a little. She pointed her finger at herself. "Me?" she said.
"Yes, you Miss Gilmore. Any other Gilmore here I should know about?" Principal Charleston said.
Rory sat still and kept quiet. Principal Charleston turned to face Tristan.
"Mr. DuGrey, Miss Gilmore will be your tutor as long as it takes. Until you start to get good grades. But, make sure it's consistent or you'll be having a tutor longer than you can imagine," Principal Charleston explained.
"Sure, Mr. Charleston. I'll do my best," Tristan said. Rory rolled her eyes.
"That's all. You may go. And, Miss Gilmore, sorry if tutoring will take most of your time. But, Mr. DuGrey is, well, a little spoilt. And since you are one of the best students around, I will need your help," Principal Charleston admitted.
Rory nodded. She and Tristan walked out of the office. As soon as they were outside, Tristan smirked.
"What?" Rory asked.
"Nothing. Just that I will get to spend most of my time with you," Tristan admitted.
"Well, you better get your grades up early so I can get out of this nightmare," Rory said.
"But, I don't want your nightmare to end. Your nightmare is my entertainment."
"What's that suppose to mean?"
"I'm unsure. I read it somewhere though."
Rory rolled her eyes once more and left Tristan behind as she walked towards the hall of Chilton.
* * * * *
ilovegilmorelitrory - Hello, all! Anybody know how to make the words bold or italic? And how to skip more than one space? Also how to underline the words? Help would be greatly appreciated.
Buh-bye! Sorry this chapter is too short. I'll work on a longer one. Promise! But, it'll probably take more time to update.
Love ya all,
ilovegilmorelitrory