*: Just Throw It All Away :*
Summary: Tristan's back from military school and ready to pursue "Mary" for the second time. But is Rory willing to give up everything she's ever dreamed of for love? My first Trory fanfic.
Disclaimer: IT'S MINE, I TELL YOU! ALL MINE! EVEN CHAD MICHAEL MURRAY… in my dreams.
Author's Note: See… I told you it would be here soon! Thank you for the reviews… they mean so much to me!
Chapter 5: Mistakes Feel Nice…
-Rory-
My plan was to ask him to talk and then straighten out the situation before it gets out of hand, and especially before it reaches Dean because he deserves better then to be cheated on.
I saw him before I got on my bus, and he was perfectly normal. He said that everyone was acting strange around him though.
I only chuckled nervously in return.
He wasn't the only one. This morning, Luke gave me coffee. He gave it to me. Although I could get used to that… as long as it didn't come with a disapproving glare, that made me want the ground to open up and swallow me whole.
He wasn't there waiting for me by my locker this morning. And I went through American History and Calculus, anticipating English. English was the only class I shared with him in the morning. I wanted to do what I had to do, and get it over with.
So I got to class early, hoping to catch him and talk to him without drawing his usual club of girls that follow him like dogs.
But by coincidence or on purpose, I don't know, he snuck into class just a few seconds before the professor arrived. That meant I didn't get the chance to talk to him. Throughout the entire class period, I felt someone staring at me. You know, the kinda sixth sense you get. But every time I turned around, I didn't see any eyes that were on me, including a pair of startlingly blue ones.
Lunch came and went, and yet I still hadn't had an opportunity to talk to Tristan.
-Tristan-
I avoided her the entire day, slipped in at the last minute for English class, ditching lunch for a car ride. Knowing Rory, she'd probably want to sort me out and talk.
I needed to get Rory out of my head. I needed to forget about her. I wouldn't be good for her.
Why?
Because she's too innocent to be dragged into the Chilton social circles, to be involved in scandals, and partying every night.
Because Rory didn't deserve it.
I headed to the pool, to take my mind of her. Or at least try.
Changing into a pair of swimming trunks I kept in my gym locker I dived in.
-Rory-
Okay, I got the message that he was avoiding me.
But I needed to get this over and done with, so I could forget about it. And Rory the perfect girlfriend would reappear next to Dean, loving, trustworthy Dean.
I noticed one of his friends passing by me and I thought that maybe he knew where Tristan was.
Racing to catch up, I stopped at his locker, where he was gathering his things.
"Hey, Eric, right?"
"Yep… that's me. You are… Lore-"
"Stop right there. Call me Rory."
"Okay, Rory. What can I do for you?"
"Uh… do you maybe know where Tristan is? I mean, if he's still at school, because I don't know, and I, um…need to talk to him about something important. But if he's not here, then that's-"
"Whoa… take a breath, Gilmore. He's in the pool."
"The pool? As in he's swimming?" I blushed and swallowed hard. Seeing a wet, half-naked Tristan wasn't going to make my job any easier.
"Yeah, that's what you tend to do at the pool."
"Right… thank you. Bye."
"Bye." I turned around and headed in the opposite direction I came from.
I heard a locker slam shut and remembered something.
"Hey, Eric!"
"Yeah?"
"Uh… Where's the pool?"
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I pushed open the door, and stepped into the pool room, my nose instantly being attacked by chlorine.
I watch him in awe from the sidelines.
His body ripping through the water, his motions fast, fluid, and confident.
-Tristan-
I felt her presence in the room, without even glancing. The hairs on my back stand up, and a calming sensation comes over me.
She's here to talk. I know it.
I ignored her for the time being, just concentrating on my breathing, stroking, and my flips at the end of the length of the pool.
Finally, after a few more laps, I stopped in front of her.
I shook my head, splashing droplets of water on her, and ruffled my hair.
"What are you doing here?"
"You should be on the swim team."
"Oh… thanks." I didn't know how to respond to that. My father would disapprove on spending time on a sport that's popular.
She couldn't seem to bring herself to look in my eyes.
"So… uh… why are you here?"
-Rory-
"We need to talk."
"Okay." He made a gesture for me to come join him in the pool.
"I don't think so."
"Why not?"
"I'm not exactly wearing the proper attire for a swimming pool, Tristan." God, sometimes he was so infuriating!
I was very suspicious of the smile that came over his face.
He pulled himself out of the pool and I caught my breath in my throat.
Ms. Patty was definitely right about the Greek God part, really… really, right. Nice tab upper-body. And those abs. My God, those abs! What am I thinking? If my mother was like Mrs. Kim, she'd forbid me to ever see Tristan ever again.
Rory Gilmore! Get your mind out of the gutter. I blushed bright red, and I knew that he did that on purpose, and I think he got the desired effect that he wanted.
What I didn't notice, was that as I scolded myself mentally, he had crept up behind me.
"Wha… What are you doing, Tristan?"
Tristan had picked me up, wrapping one arm behind my knee, and the around my waist, picking me up, and approaching the pool.
I could feel his hard muscles pressed against my body, and I have to admit. It was nice. Guilty pleasure. My mom would be so jealous.
"You wouldn't dare." I stared at the pool, frighteningly.
"I wouldn't…?" He raised an eyebrow, and threw me into the pool.
"AAAAAAHHH!!!"
"TRISTAN DUGREY YOU ARE DEAD! YOU HEAR ME, DEAD! D-E-A-D!' I screamed at him, when I resurfaced.
He jumped in after me.
"Oops… I slipped?"
"Argh!"
"Nice skirt.?" And to top it all off… I finally realized I was wearing a skirt, and blushed.
"Get your mind out of the gutter." I reached over to whack him in the head.
"So…. you wanted to talk?"
"Uh… oh yeah."
"About yesterday…"
He approached me. Slowly. Step by step.
"Yeah… what about it?"
"Um… it was a mistake?" I said with uncertainty.
"A mistake, huh?" He raised an eyebrow, and smirked again.
Tristan started to close in, getting nearer and nearer as my breaths started getting shallower and shallower. I never felt this way with Dean before. "Uh… yeah… a… mistake."
"Uh-huh… so if that was a mistake… would this one be?" He trapped me in, arms on each side of me. I froze. I felt my body stiffen.
As he pressed his lips to mine, I couldn't help but give in. I mean, wouldn't any other straight teenage girl?
I slid my hands up his chest, and wrapped them around his neck. His hands were still boxing me in however.
"Oxygen's pretty important for your brain, Mare," he said as he pulled away, smirking once more.
"Right, cutting off oxygen to the brain is bad."
I had done it again. I had cheated on Dean for the second time. Sure, I felt bad, but I felt happy with Tristan.
"So, was that a mistake, then?"
"No…" I whispered.
"So you wouldn't mind if I gave you another one?" He shot me his million dollar watt grin.
I couldn't help but smile back and say, "I guess not," as he swooped down towards my lips, again.
More of my talking: So… that was a loooonng chapter wasn't it? Or at least for me, but anyways, hope you enjoyed the fluff. DEAN'S BEING CHEATED ON! MUAHAHAHA! (Not exactly a Dean fan, if you haven't already noticed…)
TroryFan666- Well, we'll see were it goes, but the original ending… ok… I'm not going to give it away, but there are happy moments in this fanfic! And I'm sure every fanfic also comes with sad moments too… mine does.
Noodley- I'd break up with Dean for Tristan, well if he was anything like he was in this fanfic, in a millisecond… no offense to the people who like Dean… I just don't… I don't know… he just bothers me… AND THE FLOPPY HAIR IS SO ANNOYING TO ME!
PopPrincess1399- That's exactly how I feel!
Trory4ever- That's such a sweet compliment! Thank you!
Thank you every one for reviewing!!!
-jasmine1314