*: Just Throw It All Away :*
Chapter 1
Summary: Tristin's back from military school and ready to purse "Mary" for the second time. But is Rory willing to throw caution into the wind for love? Does love really conquer all? My first Trory fanfic.
Disclaimer: I don't own Tristin DuGrey (Unfortunately… ~_^) or anything related to Gilmore Girls, and all that junk…
Rating: Mild PG-13 for language and sexual suggestions.
-Rory-
I walked up the steps into Chilton, better known as Hell, on a drab Monday morning, with only a few more weeks left in my junior year. As she made a beeline to my locker through the throng of people, she heard tidbits of conversations from the gossipers…
"He's back!"
"Damn, now all the hot chicks are gonna be taken again!" I glanced at the guy who said this, puzzled. Why would they all be taken again?
I pondered this for a while trying to think up of a logical explanation while feet made their way to her locker. Before I realized it, I was facing my locker.
I spun the dial of the lock, only to find it jammed once more. All of a sudden, the memory of Tristin giving my locker a good bashing to get it open for me when I was a sophomore played in my mind...
-Flashback-
"Need any help there, Mare?" Tristin asked from behind Rory, his famous smirk plastered on his face.
"No," said Rory, as she continued to struggle with the stubborn locker.
Tristin ignored her answer, and reached over her shoulder and bang the locker with his fist. The locker sprung back, revealing the contents inside.
Rory ignored him. With her backpack open, she stuffed the necessary books into it, with her free hand, her other, preoccupied with holding a thermos full of leftover cold coffee from Luke's.
When Rory was done, and in the process of closing her locker door, Tristin spoke once more,
"How about a 'Thanks, Tristin for helping me open my locker'?" He said in a teasing tone.
Rory turned around, to find Tristin dangerously close to her.
"No. I didn't ask for your help," she whispered, her voice a little hoarse all of a sudden.
"I'm sure we can come to a compromise, that'll be suitable for both of us," Tristin said suggestively, closing her in with his hands placed on both sides of her body, and moving his mouth inches away from hers.
Rory remembered the cup of Joe in her left hand. She pushed him back, took off the lid of her thermos, and without another thought, dumped the coffee onto Tristin's blazer, and walked off into her first class, American History.
-End of Flashback-
I smiled to myself feeling some sort of satisfaction in seeing the shock on Tristin's face when he realized what I had done.
"A ha!" I had finally opened my locker by forcefully pulling it open.
When I was closing my locker door, after gathering all my things, I turned to head to my English class, when I hit a hard chest and bounced back, stumbled and landed flat on my bum.
"Ow." I looked up to see of all people, Tristin Dugrey.
-Tristin-
I climbed out of my sleek new black BMW, a gift from Father for cleaning up my rep and returning to Hartford, with my backpack slung over my shoulder, and my laptop in it's carrying case dangling from my other shoulder. I flashed a wink and a grin towards a group of freshmen girls, who as if on cue started to giggle, as I walked up the steps to the exclusive and prestigious Chilton Prep.
It was my first day back at Chilton, since Father sent me to military school in North Carolina. The first thought that came to mind when someone mentioned Chilton, was Rory Gilmore. In truth, she was the girl who I'd set my sights on, the day she arrived to Chilton. I could tell from the beginning that she was a Mary, sweet, innocent, and pure. And so the verbal lashings began between the two of us with that nickname. Actually, it was more like her verbal lashings towards me, while I tried to woo her into bed. I was surprised that after a month, she still hadn't caved. I just told myself that she was just playing hard to get. That was until, I saw her with Bag Boy a.k.a Dean and realized that she had a boyfriend, and all along she was rejecting me. Okay, I admit I was naïve to not realize it. I wasn't used to girls turning me down. But then again Rory Gilmore is one of a kind.
Before I screwed up and was shipped to boot camp, I had finally realized, actually it was admitted to myself, that I had fallen for Lorelai Leigh Gilmore. But before I got a chance to tell her, I made the mistake of breaking into a safe. And getting caught doing it. So, I basically left, giving Dean the perfect relationship with Rory.
"How's it feel to be back, my man?" My "friend" Eric, said as he gave me a high five.
"Good to see you, Eric," I remarked as I high five-d him
"Catch you later, dude?"
"Catch you later."
I went to my locker to get some stuff. I planned to pay Rory a little chat before I have to visit the Headmaster about my classes.
When I saw her muttering curses at the locker, and trying to pry it open. I chuckled when it finally popped open, and saw the relief on Rory's face. So I approached her, waiting patiently for her to finish getting her things, and notice me. And notice me she did. Except, I don't think in a very good way, since she fell over backwards as didn't notice me until her body collided with my chest.
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