*: 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 off for love? My first Trory fanfic.
Disclaimer- Gilmore Girls is doing so well… yet I'm broke. How could that be? Hmm… oh yeah. I don't own Gilmore Girls or Chad Michael Murray. Too bad, I could use the money for a shopping spree.
A/N- I'm BACK! And with a new pen name! You like? No like? Yes? No?
Well, in any case, I really hope you enjoy this chapter because I do think it's one of my better ones.
Oh yeah, can someone please explain to me how you center things at fanfiction.net? Because even if I do, do that in Word Processor, it doesn't show up when I post chapters. Very odd indeed. Please help!
Chapter 11: Autumn, Winter, Spring and… Summer?
-Tristan-
Summer? Summer?!
I almost choked on my own spit when I saw who opened the door. God, I was surprised the ditz had enough brains to be able to write her own name, nonetheless ace chemistry.
"Aah… Ms. Heathrow."
What is this? Some kind of cruel joke to have my ex-girlfriend tutor me? Not to mention just about the dumbest girlfriend I have ever had? She's just about as close as you can get to a brunette replica of a Barbie for God's sakes!
"Hello Professor."
I snorted at her blatant fake politeness. Both heads turned toward me.
"Excuse me," I apologized.
"Yes, now, Ms. Heathrow, meet your new student. Mr. DuGrey."
Well, it turns out that I was the only one left out of the loop, seeing as Summer didn't look surprised in the least.
This'll be great. Just great. Wait until this gets around the gossip mills.
I gave her a small wave with my just out of sheer courtesy, although my face was completely devoid of any trace of happiness, from the desk I was half sitting on.
"So you two know each other? Well, that's just better. It'd be easier for you to get comfortable studying together."
"Yeah just the better," I muttered to myself under the breath.
"Well, I'll leave you two to it. Plan some future dates and try to not completely miss study hall." Mr. McNeil left the room, shutting the door behind him.
"Well, well, well… if it isn't Mr. DuGrey." You'd be deaf not to hear the menacing tone in her voice, laced with honey.
"Summer."
"I bet you thought I was the last person on the planet to tutor you in chemistry."
"Just about." I rolled my eyes at her obliviousness.
"Hmm… I also bet you thought it was that… bookworm."
My lips thinned in anger. An outburst with Summer Heathrow about Rory Gilmore wouldn't take long to spread around school.
"Now… what was her name? Lori or something?"
Summer may be a ditz, no doubt about it, but she certainly does know how to stir the pot.
"Her name is Rory," I blew out exasperatedly.
"Right… Rory." Summer crept up behind me.
"Hmm… you know, you seem to be very… attached," Summer's voice paused for exaggeration, "to the girl."
I felt her fingers slide up my back, skillfully. My body tensed immediately. Does Summer get the point that her touch isn't welcome anymore?
"I don't pay anymore attention to her then to anyone else," I said, my tone neutral.
Summer's skilled hands reached my shoulders and painfully slow started to message them. "You pay more attention to her then you do to me."
I rolled my eyes, irritated. I could hear the pout that was surely present on her lips as she spoke those last words.
So I was condemned to the company of a very touchy feely, unwelcome ex-girlfriend for the rest of study hall. In an empty classroom.
-Rory-
Summer? I thought inwardly. What would Summer want to do with Tristan? I remember Summer dumping Tristan at a party in sophomore year. The same party where we shared our first…
"Hello Tristan," she purposefully stretched out the o, while conspicuously checking Tristan out. Yeah, note the sarcasm in my voice. Conspicuous. Right. I didn't even try to fight the urge to roll my eyes in disgust.
"Rory, right?"
"Right."
I took a quick peek at Tristan. You didn't have to be highly trained for the FBI to notice the utter discomfort itched over his features.
"I've seen you around."
"No kidding." I've only attended the school for the over the past year, I added in silent thought. "I've seen you around too."
"So, Tristan."
"Yeah?"
"You forgot to tell me where we were meeting." Summer's wandering hands made it's way to Tristan's chest, snaking it's way up around his neck.
"Oh yeah. Uh… I dunno," Tristan said, picking his words carefully, taking his own arm and removing Summer's arm from his body.
Summer either didn't seem to notice his rejection towards her or was relentlessly pursing Tristan because her 'affectionate' touches towards him for the rest of the conversation were sickening. Actually it was more like a one sided conversation since Tristan's only responses were one syllable long.
Finally having enough, I excused myself and made my way further down the hallway towards my own locker.
I was upset that Tristan didn't leave Summer and make his way down the hallway with me to finish our conversation.
Was I jealous? Scolding myself for not even being able to control my own emotions, I reached my locker in self-disgust.
My appetite was lost due to that public display of "affection." So I left my books in my locker and made my way to the library.
A/N 2- So… what'd you think? Drop a review because you know how Ivy loves feedback.
-coffeegal102