Disclaimer: ( This is going to be the last time. On the next chapter,
please refer to the first four chapters. ) I do not own Gilmore Girls. I
am neither one of the casts or crews.
Pairing: *coughs* Rory and Tristan. *smiles broadly*
Author's Note: Finally . I got my Microsoft Word back and that means . . . I can finally update after the long, long, months!!
Well, I know you're tired of my babbling, so please, please, read my story and tell me whether it s**cks or not.
The "Thank You Very Much" goes to all these wonderful people who had wasted their precious time reading my story. They are;
Kimmi ( Are you happy that I finally update now? ) Piper-h-99 5bucks Jalna Mandie TrappedInYoMind4eva PopPrincess1399
Thank You guys again.
Chapter 4 - It Sucks Being Rory
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"Lukey!" Lorelai called. "Where is my coffee!?"
"And mine, too!" Rory chimed in.
Luke came out from the kitchen, holding an old cloth. He stood behind the counter and wiped it. Lorelai stared at him.
"What?" Luke asked.
"What are you doing?" asked Lorelai.
"Wiping my counter," Luke answered. "What? Are you blind?"
"What are you doing, wiping your counter when you are supposed to be serving my coffee!!"
"And mine," Rory whispered to Lorelai.
"And Rory's!"
"Well, sorry. It's not my fault I've gone deaf suddenly," Luke said. "Oh," he exclaimed. "Maybe it's because of you both always shouting at me for coffee every morning!"
"Just give us our coffee, Luke," Rory said.
"What if I don't? You going to arrest me or something? Throw me in jail?"
"If you don't, I won't be paying you for my coffee a whole year!" Lorelai shouted, pointing her finger at Luke.
"Oh, come on, Lorelai," Luke said weakly. "You NEVER pay for your coffee. Or anything else!"
Lorelai shook her head.
"I could have been a millionaire if you had paid all these years!"
Lorelai just frowned. Luke went back into the kitchen. When he was gone, Lorelai flashed a devilish smile at Rory.
"What?" Rory asked.
Lorelai stood up and went behind the counter. She walked towards the coffee machine and filled two big cups of coffee. Then she snatched two blueberry muffins. Rory quickly perked up.
"Come on, get out of here!" Lorelai said to Rory.
Both Lorelai and Rory started racing towards the door. But Lorelai stopped halfway and put some cash on the counter to pay for the two cups of coffee and blueberry muffins. Then she dashed outside to join Rory.
Lorelai walked Rory to the bus stop, sipping her hot coffee and biting every piece of her muffin.
Luke came out a while later, and found both Lorelai and Rory gone. He spotted the cash on his counter and looked around. He realized that two of his muffins are missing and so is his two big coffee cups which were actually for the Gilmore girls. Luke took the cash and put it in his shirt pocket. He smiled afterwards.
* * * * *
"Why did you turn back, Mum?" Rory asked.
"I paid," Lorelai replied, smiling broadly.
"A million dollars for all these years or just a few for today only?" Rory asked again.
"Today only."
"Good. That way Luke will never be a millionaire," Rory said. "If he is, I'll surely envy him."
"Don't worry, if he's a millionaire, I'll demand him to give me 25% of his money," Lorelai said. "So, I can build the most wonderful inn with Sookie!"
"And, I can use some if I have any financial problems with the college I'm getting in," said Rory.
"Yeah . . ." Lorelai said dreamily. "Unfortunately, Luke's not a millionaire."
"Yeah, what a waste of good imagination." Rory laughed and Lorelai joined in.
* * * * *
"Mary!" Tristan called.
Rory ignored him so maybe he'll get at least a tiny clue that her name wasn't Mary.
"Mary!" Tristan called again. "Mary!" he continued, louder than before.
Rory kept on walking through the halls of Chilton, still ignoring Tristan who was following her and calling out her nickname.
"Mary!" Tristan shouted. By this time, Rory was so annoyed that she decided to turn around and answer.
"What?!" Rory said sharply. "Will you stop calling me Mary? My name is Rory! I know it rhymes, so what??"
Tristan stopped walking in front of Rory. "Well, you are Virgin Mary, you know," he said. "It's not my fault."
"Actually, it is your fault! You were the one, who started called me that," said Rory angrily. "And I don't happen to like you for that!"
Tristan smirked. "So, if I called you Rory, instead of Mary, you will like me, right?" he asked.
"Yes," Rory replied doubtfully. "Maybe."
"So, if you like me, you'll go out with me," Tristan exclaimed. He clamped his palms together and said, "At last . . ." dramatically.
"Let me get this straight for you, even if I like you, it doesn't mean I will go out with you."
"Why is that?"
"Because, I have a boyfriend."
"Oh, still with Bag Boy . . . so, if that is the only reason you won't date me, then I hope he goes away."
"Be careful of what you wish for," Rory advised.
"Who cares?" Tristan exclaimed. "I'd be more happier if Stock Boy is gone for good."
Rory turned around to protest, but by the time she held up her finger, Tristan was already gone. Rory sighed heavily.
* * * * *
Science was Rory's last class and somehow, many students were surprised to see the person who escorted her there.
"Will you just, leave, me, alone?" Rory asked angrily. She puts her arms around her chest.
"Make me, Mary . . ." Tristan teased.
Rory groaned. "What do you want from me??" Rory asked again.
"Let me think," Tristan said. "Okay, I want you to go out with me."
"I HAVE A BOYFRIEND! Doesn't that bother you?"
"Wait. No. Especially if your boyfriend is Stock Boy and his job is stocking beans at a market."
Then, the bell rang meaning the last period is starting . . . soon.
Rory took a deep breath. "Listen, I'm going to be late for class, you're going to be late for class-
"Why don't you just use the term, 'we'?" Tristan asked, squinting his eye.
"Because, 'we', is not a good term to use when it comes to you and me . . ."
"Why don't you just say us, instead of you and me?"
Rory groaned again. "I just want to get to class, so, if you want to escort me, you may, but please, please, keep your mouth shut," Rory pled. "Zip. Zilch. Nothing out of your mouth."
Tristan nodded.
Rory turned around and mumbled, Finally. I thought I was going crazy.
They walked to Mr. Medina's class, but Tristan was walking slower than usual. Actually, he was admiring Rory's behind.
When they reached the class, Tristan stopped Rory from holding the door knob.
"You know, you have a good behind," he said.
"Okay, you were staring at my back this past three minutes?" Rory said.
"It wasn't bad," Tristan replied, smirking.
"You are perverted. I hate you!" Rory said, pretending to be angry. Well, half-pretending. You have to admit, having an extremely cute guy staring at your back is pretty exhilarating, especially if he complimented it. Except for, he's Tristan. Who has the looks, but who knows if he even has a brain?
Rory turned the door knob and looked inside. The class already started and she could see Mr. River looking quite surprised.
"Don't worry Miss Gilmore, everyone have their first time. Being late for class, I mean," he said.
Paris pretended to cough. "With the exception of Paris," Mr. River continued.
"Thank you, sir," Paris said proudly. She was smiling triumphly while looking at Rory straight in the eye.
"Sor- Sorry Mr. River, sir," Rory stuttered. Suddenly, the door opened wider and the whole class saw Tristan.
Paris' eyes suddenly widened at Tristan's sight. Then she glared at Rory like she was saying, "You . . ." angrily.
Mr. River's eyes were fixed on Tristan, too. "Oh, well if Tristan is the reason you were late, that is not a surprise," he said. "Although you will be surprised at how much time there is for you too, um, lovebirds to spend time together after school's over . . ."
Suddenly, all of Rory's tension flew away. He actually thought we were together?? she thought.
"Well, I think you're mistaken," Rory said, trying to explain. "We, were not together."
"Oh, yes. And, now, you are, so, please be seated," Mr. River said, pointing to the empty counter at the back of the class.
Rory tried to explain once again, but Tristan nudged her to move. So she did. She and Tristan sat with each other at the counter. And, Rory certainly did NOT enjoy this.
"You used the term 'we' just now, Mary . . ." Tristan whispered, making sure Mr. River couldn't hear him.
"Don't think about hearing it again. Because that could be quite impossible," Rory replied, opening her note book to an empty page.
"Well, 'quite' is okay, don't you think so?" Tristan said. "Mary?" he teased.
Rory shused him and started writing the notes that Mr. River was giving. Tristan smiled playfully. He watched carefully as Rory writes down the notes. She writes faster than Flo Jo can run.
"Wow, some stamina you got there, Mary," Tristan said. "What's your secret?"
Rory stopped writing and faced him. "Easy. Coffee."
"Coffee? Isn't that the drink with those caffeine in it?" Tristan asked again.
"What do you think?" Rory said, raising an eyebrow.
"Non-caffeine coffee?" Tristan said playfully.
At that time, Rory thought Tristan's face looked funny and, cute. She tried to hold in her laugh but she couldn't help it. So she started to laugh and the whole class turned to look at her. As soon as she notices that, she immediately stops.
"S-Sorry," she said.
"Doesn't matter, I was just about to attend a teacher's meeting so all of you will be doing your own activity," Mr. River exclaimed. "Except, no noises," he continued, looking at both Rory and Tristan.
Rory let out a tiny groan. This is NOT a good day for me, she thought.
After Mr. River closed the door behind him, Tristan quickly turned to Rory.
"What was so funny?" he asked.
"Your face, you idiot," Rory replied.
"What? My face?" Tristan said, panicking. "Is there a huge zit that I didn't notice or anything?"
"Your ego doesn't surprise me Tristan," Rory said weakly. "And no, there's NO zit. Your face just looks funny when you said that non-caffeine coffee stuff."
"I am NOT going to say that again. I absolutely not want a girl laughing at my face."
"Whatever."
Rory took a book from her bag and started reading whilst Tristan headed over to his groupies.
"Hey, man!" he said, slapping his hand with his friend, Kyle.
"Hey!" Kyle answered.
Cool talk, Rory thought.
"Why are you late this time, Tristan?" Kyle asked.
"Yeah, with a girl, too. Not to mention the Gilmore," Jared, another one of Tristan's groupies asked.
"Nothing, I was actually annoying her really," Tristan replied. He looked over at Rory, who was looking at her book intensely. He knew she was listening to them talking instead of actually reading.
Rory looked at her book. Just ignore them, she told herself. Although that was an almost impossible task since they were talking ever so loudly.
Rory slammed her book and looked around the class. Louise and Madeline were buffing their nails, whispering to each other, most definitely about the boys. Paris was nowhere in her seat. Rory looked around for her.
"You looking for me?" a voice said suddenly.
Rory let out a tiny scream. "Paris! You just gave me a shock," she said, putting her hands on her chest, trying to gather her breath.
"Well, I suppose I'm sorry for that," Paris said.
"Doesn't matter," Rory said.
Paris sat down next to her. "Wow, what is Tristan's weight anyway? His chair feels so warm," she said. She noticed that Rory was trying to hold in a smile, so she continued talking. "Anyway Gilmore, what were you doing with Tristan anyway?" she asked.
"Nothing, he was actually trying to annoy me, and I think he succeeded," Rory explained, referring to what Tristan said to his friends just now.
"Oh," was all Paris said. Then she muttered something else.
Rory was sure she just said, "Glad nothing happened." So she stared at Paris.
"Why are you glad that nothing happened between me and Tristan?" she asked suspiciously.
"Nothing," Paris answered quickly.
"Doesn't seem like nothing to me."
"Nothing, Gilmore," Paris said roughly. "Leave me alone."
Then she left to sit with Louise and Madeline.
Leave her alone? Leave her alone? She's the one whose suppose to leave me alone! Rory muttered.
Rory felt someone sat beside her. It was Tristan.
Just go to your groupies . . . Go on . . . Stop staring at me like that . . . It makes me feel like I'm a freak! Hopely, I'm not a freak, Rory thought. She tried to hide her face from Tristan's stare.
"What is wrong with you?" Tristan asked.
"I'M NOT A FREAK!!" Rory suddenly shouted. By the time she realized what she just did, the whole class was looking at her, again. Tristan was backing himself away from Rory.
"I'm really sorry," Rory apologized.
She could hear some students complaining. "Yeah, whatever." "What is wrong with her?" "Freak!"
STOP! Rory thought. What was that? "Freak?"
Uh-oh. I just found out that I'm a freak, right after I shouted I'm not. What a coincidence! Ha-ha, Rory thought again.
"And the Gilmore strikes again!" Tristan joked.
"No, she doesn't!" Rory protested. "She just strikes. No again."
Then, there were absolute silence.
Rory put her head on the counter. "I'm bored."
Tristan did the same. "Me too." He smirked at Rory.
"Stop it. You know, not all people like that smirk," Rory said.
"Everyone, except you. If you liked it, I could have broken a world record!"
"For?"
"Most Charming Smile."
"That was a smirk. Not, a smile."
There was silence again. And this time, Tristan broke it.
"Want to make out?" he asked, smirking his famous smirk again.
"Are you nuts?"
"Is that a yes, or a no?"
"It's a no-no way."
"Why no-no?"
"Because I said no-no."
Tristan rolled his eyes. "Okay, stop the no-no-no-nsense." He lifted his head up and started making cracking noises with his neck. Then he looked at Rory, who was pulling some strands of her hair. "Don't you have a book to read?" he asked.
"Yes. But I'm not in the mood," Rory admitted.
"That's the first time?" Tristan asked again.
"Yes, being late to class. Yes, it was the first time," Rory replied.
"No, I mean, not in the mood to read."
"I don't think so. I've read The Adventures of Tom Sawyer a thousand times. So, I don't mind."
"I don't like Tom Sawyer," Tristan exclaimed.
"Why not?"
"He's a country boy. Am I right?"
"I suppose," Rory replied doubtfully. She didn't want Tristan to mention Dean again.
"That reminds me of, someone you know, Rory," Tristan said. "Farm Boy Dean?" he teased.
Rory knew this was coming somehow. "He's not a farm boy. He used to live in Chicago. A city??"
"Makes no difference."
Rory shrugged and decided to get back to her book. Save me, Tom Sawyer! she thought.
* * * * *
The last bell rang. School session ended. So is Tristan's pointless family tree story that he had been blabbing about at Rory the whole time the teacher wasn't there.
"For the last time, Tristan," Rory said, annoyed. "Your family is great. And I'm not saying it again. Because you've heard it. The DuGrey family?" she paused. "Is great!"
"And pretty soon, it will have a new addition . . ." Tristan said.
"Yeah!" Rory faked the joy. "Whatever," she mumbled afterwards.
"Yup, the new addition is going to be my wife," Tristan said again.
"Um, Summer? Cissy?" Rory said. Again, pretending to play guess. I don't care!?! She thought.
"You," Tristan replied.
Before Rory could say anything, he went to his groupies.
He annoys me!! Rory thought.
"Mary!!" someone shouted. Okay, forget the term 'someone', we all know it's Tristan.
Rory turned back. "What?" she asked.
"Tutor," he said, pausing. "My house . . . at 7 pm."
Rory sighed heavily. Then she nodded and continued walking.
It sucks being me, Rory said to herself.
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I thought maybe you didn't read the Author's Note up above so, I added one down here. I would like to apologize because I took so long to update this story.
This guy who was supposed to fix my computer, 'accidentally' deleted my Microsoft Word, so I couldn't update. But now I got the 2003 version one and I will try my best to update faster.
So, I'm REALLY sorry.
P/S: Reviews would be greatly appreciated. Thoughts and ideas can be shared. Negative reviews will be accepted, too. It helps to improve.
And of course . . . be nit-picky! It really helps!!
Love, ilovegilmorelitrory
Pairing: *coughs* Rory and Tristan. *smiles broadly*
Author's Note: Finally . I got my Microsoft Word back and that means . . . I can finally update after the long, long, months!!
Well, I know you're tired of my babbling, so please, please, read my story and tell me whether it s**cks or not.
The "Thank You Very Much" goes to all these wonderful people who had wasted their precious time reading my story. They are;
Kimmi ( Are you happy that I finally update now? ) Piper-h-99 5bucks Jalna Mandie TrappedInYoMind4eva PopPrincess1399
Thank You guys again.
Chapter 4 - It Sucks Being Rory
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"Lukey!" Lorelai called. "Where is my coffee!?"
"And mine, too!" Rory chimed in.
Luke came out from the kitchen, holding an old cloth. He stood behind the counter and wiped it. Lorelai stared at him.
"What?" Luke asked.
"What are you doing?" asked Lorelai.
"Wiping my counter," Luke answered. "What? Are you blind?"
"What are you doing, wiping your counter when you are supposed to be serving my coffee!!"
"And mine," Rory whispered to Lorelai.
"And Rory's!"
"Well, sorry. It's not my fault I've gone deaf suddenly," Luke said. "Oh," he exclaimed. "Maybe it's because of you both always shouting at me for coffee every morning!"
"Just give us our coffee, Luke," Rory said.
"What if I don't? You going to arrest me or something? Throw me in jail?"
"If you don't, I won't be paying you for my coffee a whole year!" Lorelai shouted, pointing her finger at Luke.
"Oh, come on, Lorelai," Luke said weakly. "You NEVER pay for your coffee. Or anything else!"
Lorelai shook her head.
"I could have been a millionaire if you had paid all these years!"
Lorelai just frowned. Luke went back into the kitchen. When he was gone, Lorelai flashed a devilish smile at Rory.
"What?" Rory asked.
Lorelai stood up and went behind the counter. She walked towards the coffee machine and filled two big cups of coffee. Then she snatched two blueberry muffins. Rory quickly perked up.
"Come on, get out of here!" Lorelai said to Rory.
Both Lorelai and Rory started racing towards the door. But Lorelai stopped halfway and put some cash on the counter to pay for the two cups of coffee and blueberry muffins. Then she dashed outside to join Rory.
Lorelai walked Rory to the bus stop, sipping her hot coffee and biting every piece of her muffin.
Luke came out a while later, and found both Lorelai and Rory gone. He spotted the cash on his counter and looked around. He realized that two of his muffins are missing and so is his two big coffee cups which were actually for the Gilmore girls. Luke took the cash and put it in his shirt pocket. He smiled afterwards.
* * * * *
"Why did you turn back, Mum?" Rory asked.
"I paid," Lorelai replied, smiling broadly.
"A million dollars for all these years or just a few for today only?" Rory asked again.
"Today only."
"Good. That way Luke will never be a millionaire," Rory said. "If he is, I'll surely envy him."
"Don't worry, if he's a millionaire, I'll demand him to give me 25% of his money," Lorelai said. "So, I can build the most wonderful inn with Sookie!"
"And, I can use some if I have any financial problems with the college I'm getting in," said Rory.
"Yeah . . ." Lorelai said dreamily. "Unfortunately, Luke's not a millionaire."
"Yeah, what a waste of good imagination." Rory laughed and Lorelai joined in.
* * * * *
"Mary!" Tristan called.
Rory ignored him so maybe he'll get at least a tiny clue that her name wasn't Mary.
"Mary!" Tristan called again. "Mary!" he continued, louder than before.
Rory kept on walking through the halls of Chilton, still ignoring Tristan who was following her and calling out her nickname.
"Mary!" Tristan shouted. By this time, Rory was so annoyed that she decided to turn around and answer.
"What?!" Rory said sharply. "Will you stop calling me Mary? My name is Rory! I know it rhymes, so what??"
Tristan stopped walking in front of Rory. "Well, you are Virgin Mary, you know," he said. "It's not my fault."
"Actually, it is your fault! You were the one, who started called me that," said Rory angrily. "And I don't happen to like you for that!"
Tristan smirked. "So, if I called you Rory, instead of Mary, you will like me, right?" he asked.
"Yes," Rory replied doubtfully. "Maybe."
"So, if you like me, you'll go out with me," Tristan exclaimed. He clamped his palms together and said, "At last . . ." dramatically.
"Let me get this straight for you, even if I like you, it doesn't mean I will go out with you."
"Why is that?"
"Because, I have a boyfriend."
"Oh, still with Bag Boy . . . so, if that is the only reason you won't date me, then I hope he goes away."
"Be careful of what you wish for," Rory advised.
"Who cares?" Tristan exclaimed. "I'd be more happier if Stock Boy is gone for good."
Rory turned around to protest, but by the time she held up her finger, Tristan was already gone. Rory sighed heavily.
* * * * *
Science was Rory's last class and somehow, many students were surprised to see the person who escorted her there.
"Will you just, leave, me, alone?" Rory asked angrily. She puts her arms around her chest.
"Make me, Mary . . ." Tristan teased.
Rory groaned. "What do you want from me??" Rory asked again.
"Let me think," Tristan said. "Okay, I want you to go out with me."
"I HAVE A BOYFRIEND! Doesn't that bother you?"
"Wait. No. Especially if your boyfriend is Stock Boy and his job is stocking beans at a market."
Then, the bell rang meaning the last period is starting . . . soon.
Rory took a deep breath. "Listen, I'm going to be late for class, you're going to be late for class-
"Why don't you just use the term, 'we'?" Tristan asked, squinting his eye.
"Because, 'we', is not a good term to use when it comes to you and me . . ."
"Why don't you just say us, instead of you and me?"
Rory groaned again. "I just want to get to class, so, if you want to escort me, you may, but please, please, keep your mouth shut," Rory pled. "Zip. Zilch. Nothing out of your mouth."
Tristan nodded.
Rory turned around and mumbled, Finally. I thought I was going crazy.
They walked to Mr. Medina's class, but Tristan was walking slower than usual. Actually, he was admiring Rory's behind.
When they reached the class, Tristan stopped Rory from holding the door knob.
"You know, you have a good behind," he said.
"Okay, you were staring at my back this past three minutes?" Rory said.
"It wasn't bad," Tristan replied, smirking.
"You are perverted. I hate you!" Rory said, pretending to be angry. Well, half-pretending. You have to admit, having an extremely cute guy staring at your back is pretty exhilarating, especially if he complimented it. Except for, he's Tristan. Who has the looks, but who knows if he even has a brain?
Rory turned the door knob and looked inside. The class already started and she could see Mr. River looking quite surprised.
"Don't worry Miss Gilmore, everyone have their first time. Being late for class, I mean," he said.
Paris pretended to cough. "With the exception of Paris," Mr. River continued.
"Thank you, sir," Paris said proudly. She was smiling triumphly while looking at Rory straight in the eye.
"Sor- Sorry Mr. River, sir," Rory stuttered. Suddenly, the door opened wider and the whole class saw Tristan.
Paris' eyes suddenly widened at Tristan's sight. Then she glared at Rory like she was saying, "You . . ." angrily.
Mr. River's eyes were fixed on Tristan, too. "Oh, well if Tristan is the reason you were late, that is not a surprise," he said. "Although you will be surprised at how much time there is for you too, um, lovebirds to spend time together after school's over . . ."
Suddenly, all of Rory's tension flew away. He actually thought we were together?? she thought.
"Well, I think you're mistaken," Rory said, trying to explain. "We, were not together."
"Oh, yes. And, now, you are, so, please be seated," Mr. River said, pointing to the empty counter at the back of the class.
Rory tried to explain once again, but Tristan nudged her to move. So she did. She and Tristan sat with each other at the counter. And, Rory certainly did NOT enjoy this.
"You used the term 'we' just now, Mary . . ." Tristan whispered, making sure Mr. River couldn't hear him.
"Don't think about hearing it again. Because that could be quite impossible," Rory replied, opening her note book to an empty page.
"Well, 'quite' is okay, don't you think so?" Tristan said. "Mary?" he teased.
Rory shused him and started writing the notes that Mr. River was giving. Tristan smiled playfully. He watched carefully as Rory writes down the notes. She writes faster than Flo Jo can run.
"Wow, some stamina you got there, Mary," Tristan said. "What's your secret?"
Rory stopped writing and faced him. "Easy. Coffee."
"Coffee? Isn't that the drink with those caffeine in it?" Tristan asked again.
"What do you think?" Rory said, raising an eyebrow.
"Non-caffeine coffee?" Tristan said playfully.
At that time, Rory thought Tristan's face looked funny and, cute. She tried to hold in her laugh but she couldn't help it. So she started to laugh and the whole class turned to look at her. As soon as she notices that, she immediately stops.
"S-Sorry," she said.
"Doesn't matter, I was just about to attend a teacher's meeting so all of you will be doing your own activity," Mr. River exclaimed. "Except, no noises," he continued, looking at both Rory and Tristan.
Rory let out a tiny groan. This is NOT a good day for me, she thought.
After Mr. River closed the door behind him, Tristan quickly turned to Rory.
"What was so funny?" he asked.
"Your face, you idiot," Rory replied.
"What? My face?" Tristan said, panicking. "Is there a huge zit that I didn't notice or anything?"
"Your ego doesn't surprise me Tristan," Rory said weakly. "And no, there's NO zit. Your face just looks funny when you said that non-caffeine coffee stuff."
"I am NOT going to say that again. I absolutely not want a girl laughing at my face."
"Whatever."
Rory took a book from her bag and started reading whilst Tristan headed over to his groupies.
"Hey, man!" he said, slapping his hand with his friend, Kyle.
"Hey!" Kyle answered.
Cool talk, Rory thought.
"Why are you late this time, Tristan?" Kyle asked.
"Yeah, with a girl, too. Not to mention the Gilmore," Jared, another one of Tristan's groupies asked.
"Nothing, I was actually annoying her really," Tristan replied. He looked over at Rory, who was looking at her book intensely. He knew she was listening to them talking instead of actually reading.
Rory looked at her book. Just ignore them, she told herself. Although that was an almost impossible task since they were talking ever so loudly.
Rory slammed her book and looked around the class. Louise and Madeline were buffing their nails, whispering to each other, most definitely about the boys. Paris was nowhere in her seat. Rory looked around for her.
"You looking for me?" a voice said suddenly.
Rory let out a tiny scream. "Paris! You just gave me a shock," she said, putting her hands on her chest, trying to gather her breath.
"Well, I suppose I'm sorry for that," Paris said.
"Doesn't matter," Rory said.
Paris sat down next to her. "Wow, what is Tristan's weight anyway? His chair feels so warm," she said. She noticed that Rory was trying to hold in a smile, so she continued talking. "Anyway Gilmore, what were you doing with Tristan anyway?" she asked.
"Nothing, he was actually trying to annoy me, and I think he succeeded," Rory explained, referring to what Tristan said to his friends just now.
"Oh," was all Paris said. Then she muttered something else.
Rory was sure she just said, "Glad nothing happened." So she stared at Paris.
"Why are you glad that nothing happened between me and Tristan?" she asked suspiciously.
"Nothing," Paris answered quickly.
"Doesn't seem like nothing to me."
"Nothing, Gilmore," Paris said roughly. "Leave me alone."
Then she left to sit with Louise and Madeline.
Leave her alone? Leave her alone? She's the one whose suppose to leave me alone! Rory muttered.
Rory felt someone sat beside her. It was Tristan.
Just go to your groupies . . . Go on . . . Stop staring at me like that . . . It makes me feel like I'm a freak! Hopely, I'm not a freak, Rory thought. She tried to hide her face from Tristan's stare.
"What is wrong with you?" Tristan asked.
"I'M NOT A FREAK!!" Rory suddenly shouted. By the time she realized what she just did, the whole class was looking at her, again. Tristan was backing himself away from Rory.
"I'm really sorry," Rory apologized.
She could hear some students complaining. "Yeah, whatever." "What is wrong with her?" "Freak!"
STOP! Rory thought. What was that? "Freak?"
Uh-oh. I just found out that I'm a freak, right after I shouted I'm not. What a coincidence! Ha-ha, Rory thought again.
"And the Gilmore strikes again!" Tristan joked.
"No, she doesn't!" Rory protested. "She just strikes. No again."
Then, there were absolute silence.
Rory put her head on the counter. "I'm bored."
Tristan did the same. "Me too." He smirked at Rory.
"Stop it. You know, not all people like that smirk," Rory said.
"Everyone, except you. If you liked it, I could have broken a world record!"
"For?"
"Most Charming Smile."
"That was a smirk. Not, a smile."
There was silence again. And this time, Tristan broke it.
"Want to make out?" he asked, smirking his famous smirk again.
"Are you nuts?"
"Is that a yes, or a no?"
"It's a no-no way."
"Why no-no?"
"Because I said no-no."
Tristan rolled his eyes. "Okay, stop the no-no-no-nsense." He lifted his head up and started making cracking noises with his neck. Then he looked at Rory, who was pulling some strands of her hair. "Don't you have a book to read?" he asked.
"Yes. But I'm not in the mood," Rory admitted.
"That's the first time?" Tristan asked again.
"Yes, being late to class. Yes, it was the first time," Rory replied.
"No, I mean, not in the mood to read."
"I don't think so. I've read The Adventures of Tom Sawyer a thousand times. So, I don't mind."
"I don't like Tom Sawyer," Tristan exclaimed.
"Why not?"
"He's a country boy. Am I right?"
"I suppose," Rory replied doubtfully. She didn't want Tristan to mention Dean again.
"That reminds me of, someone you know, Rory," Tristan said. "Farm Boy Dean?" he teased.
Rory knew this was coming somehow. "He's not a farm boy. He used to live in Chicago. A city??"
"Makes no difference."
Rory shrugged and decided to get back to her book. Save me, Tom Sawyer! she thought.
* * * * *
The last bell rang. School session ended. So is Tristan's pointless family tree story that he had been blabbing about at Rory the whole time the teacher wasn't there.
"For the last time, Tristan," Rory said, annoyed. "Your family is great. And I'm not saying it again. Because you've heard it. The DuGrey family?" she paused. "Is great!"
"And pretty soon, it will have a new addition . . ." Tristan said.
"Yeah!" Rory faked the joy. "Whatever," she mumbled afterwards.
"Yup, the new addition is going to be my wife," Tristan said again.
"Um, Summer? Cissy?" Rory said. Again, pretending to play guess. I don't care!?! She thought.
"You," Tristan replied.
Before Rory could say anything, he went to his groupies.
He annoys me!! Rory thought.
"Mary!!" someone shouted. Okay, forget the term 'someone', we all know it's Tristan.
Rory turned back. "What?" she asked.
"Tutor," he said, pausing. "My house . . . at 7 pm."
Rory sighed heavily. Then she nodded and continued walking.
It sucks being me, Rory said to herself.
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I thought maybe you didn't read the Author's Note up above so, I added one down here. I would like to apologize because I took so long to update this story.
This guy who was supposed to fix my computer, 'accidentally' deleted my Microsoft Word, so I couldn't update. But now I got the 2003 version one and I will try my best to update faster.
So, I'm REALLY sorry.
P/S: Reviews would be greatly appreciated. Thoughts and ideas can be shared. Negative reviews will be accepted, too. It helps to improve.
And of course . . . be nit-picky! It really helps!!
Love, ilovegilmorelitrory