*: Just Throw It All Away :*

Summary: Tristan is back from military school and ready to pursue "Mary" for the second time. But is Rory willing to prove the age old testimony, "love conquers all?"

Disclaimer: Nothing you recognize is mine including Tristan DuGrey -wouldn't mind though-, Rory Gilmore… etc.

Author's Note: Ahh! I know I haven't updated in over a month. I have a good reason for that! School… Right. Enjoy the chapter.

Chapter 12: Tiny White Lie

-Rory-

      I sat down in one of the overstuffed couches in the library. There was one plus to attending a private school: huge libraries that were funded by endless donations. But for some reason, I just don't feel like reading. I know, it's a first, but sometimes too much of something can really grate your nerves. I'm not saying that I don't love reading, I just feel like giving my eyes a rest at the moment.

      Summer… again. She dumped him once and he crawls back to her again like a puppy to his master. How pathetic… Why am I so bitter? Okay, that's a rhetorical question. God, I can't believe I seriously considered asking him out.

      My stomach growled, but I ignored it, not wanting to step into the cafeteria at the current moment.

      The rest of the day dragged on. But I am proud to say that I expertly avoided Tristan DuGrey. Hey, on the bright side, I could be the next Sydney Bristow…

 -Tristan-

      I panicked. There was a perfectly beautiful girl, who I'm pretty sure was just about to ask me out. And then… Bam! My ex shows up. So then Rory storms off into, I'm guessing, the library. I forced Summer to let me go and was about to follow Rory, but then she grabbed my arm and opened her trap. God, I think I liked it better when her mouth was on mine then when it was open.

      "So that was Rory Gilmore? Well, I didn't know you had a thing for virgins, Tristan."

      My anger flared. Luckily for me, I was still in control of my mouth, so I decided to keep it shut. Well, momentarily anyways. "Fuck off, Summer."

      "Ouch. That one hurt," her voice dripped of sarcasm.

      I swear this bitch has multiple personalities. One second she's nice and I hate to admit, charming, and the next, her claws come out.

      "You know, I did all this to gain a little attention, but I guess the infamous Tristan DuGrey is chasing after a girl who'll never give him what he wants."

      Ha, so she admits it, she bribed the teacher for the position. Teachers these days, they're so easily bribed with money.

      "What is it that you want, Summer?"

      "Why, I thought that much was obvious. You."

       "Let me refresh your memory. You dumped me sophomore year," I winced inwardly as I mentioned my own public humiliation, "and all of a sudden you'd kiss my feet if I asked you too. Now let me repeat myself. What do you want?"

      "Didn't I tell you already? I want you."

      More like she wants to brag about my attention to her, if any. You know what I want? I want her to go away! Along with this pounding migraine in my head.

 -Rory-

      The first thing I did as soon as I got off the bus was head over to Luke's for a large cup to go. Unfortunately someone else was thinking the same thing.

      "Hey, Rory."

      I froze. No, this cannot be happening. I haven't had my daily after school does of caffeine yet. Not now, please, take pity on me, and make him go away! I forced a smile and turned around,

      "Hi Dean," I said.

      "So… um… I think we need to talk."

      I don't think the number of migraines I've had in the span of five hours is healthy. But what the hell, another one won't hurt.

       "Yeah, talk. It's the basic level of communication."

       "Look-" Dean started, but I cut him off.

      "But I'm sort of in the middle of something right now." I saw him clench his fist. Let him jump to conclusions if he wants to. I let him sweat for a few beats before continuing.

      "I have a background paper due in two days and I haven't even started my research yet, so I really need to get going and umm… finish that paper!" It's just a tiny white lie. It doesn't really make a difference. So I spun around and grabbed the sacred cup holding my delicious brown liquid and sprinted out that door at the same time telling Luke that I'll pay for it later.

A/N- It's not very long, but hey, it's a chapter. Some of you were a little perplexed about the Summer tutoring thing. I hope this chapter cleared that up because let's face it, Summer is a ditz. However, she is a manipulative ditz.