*: 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: Oh how I wish I owned Gilmore Girls… but even more, how I wish I owned Chad Michael Murray. But unfortunately, I have yet to find a four-leaf clover to bless me with luck.
Author's Note: I need to clear something, which may be confusing in this chapter, you see, Rory waits like 30 minutes after school for her bus, and that's around the amount of time it takes Rory to get dried off and everything, the bus left about 20-25 minutes ago. You'll see how this makes sense in this chapter. Enjoy chapter 6!
Chapter 6: Playing With Fire
-Tristan-
I guess if you work hard enough for something, you'll get it. Rory Gilmore was one of the few things in my life I have ever had to work for. I mean, with the DuGray name, practically everything was handed to me on a silver platter, and I was aware of that.
I thought about what happened at the pool, as I swerved between cars on the highway to Stars Hollow.
Being with Rory, spending time with her (Well, as long as she wasn't sending barbed insults toward me.) made me feel happy. Not the materialistic kind of happy that could be bought with toys or hell, even sex, but happy.
I glanced over at Rory, in the passenger seat, just to make sure it wasn't a daydream.
After drying off in the locker rooms, Rory realized that she had missed her bus home; I managed to "persuade" her into letting me take her home.
Her wet hair was carelessly thrown into a bun, and she was barefoot due to the fact that her shoes and socks were dripping wet. Her clothes were also sure to leave a wet mark on the seat, but I didn't care too much.
"We're almost there," I announced as I steered onto the exit ramp. The silence was smothering and I prayed inwardly, that Rory didn't regret, again, what had happened.
"Yeah, I know." She kept fiddling with her hands in her lap. "Thanks again."
"Sure, thing."
Nothing was said for the next few minutes.
"Hey, look, we got here the same time as the bus." I pointed to the bus that we passed.
"Yeah, we did"
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Little did they know, that standing at that bus stop, was a tall, dark-haired, puzzled teenager, holding a cup of coffee. He noticed that a shiny, new BMW sped past him, the driver pointing at something that had just passed him by, and in the passenger seat… Well, that was the most shocking thing of all, because in the passenger seat was Rory Gilmore. His girlfriend was in the same car as his arch nemesis, and hers… supposedly. A small smile was caressing her angelic features. What he didn't notice was that he crushed the cup containing the java, the brown liquid spilling over the edges.
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Author's Note: I know! Shortest chapter I've ever written… but I felt like leaving a cliffhanger. Big thanks to my beta-reader SpIcEyGuRl, Caitlin!
-jasmine1314