*: 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?"

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Chapter 13: Unknown Phone Callers

-Tristan-

            Tylenol, Tylenol, Tylenol. Where the hell is the Tylenol? I frantically searched the cabinet behind my mirror in my bathroom. After finally shaking Summer off, I had sped home, hoping to find a cure for this goddamn headache that is making my ears ring.

            Finally! I found a half empty bottle of Tylenol in the back of the cabinet. I popped open the lid, and put two tablets into my mouth. I swallowed some water from the tap, using my hand as a make-shift cup. I left the bottle open on the bathroom counter and exited the room.

            I rubbed my forehead as I thought back to my conversation with Summer.

"Summer, tell me what you want and get then get the hell away from me."

"Alright. Rory Gilmore fucked with the wrong person last year. And I want my payback. So, to sum it up. I would like you to get together with her, screw her, and dump her."

"… Why the hell would I do that?"

"Because she messed with the wrong person last year."

"Well, what'd she do to you?"

"I was in the bathroom last year, and I was snorting coke. I had a hard day, so before you say anything, let me remind you, that you've done it before too."

"So… what does Rory have to do with you creating holes in your brain?"

"She fuckin' saw me because she was in the bathroom."

"I wasn't aware that using the lavatories at school was illegal."

"She reported me. I got suspended. Almost expelled. Now tell me, wouldn't you be a little ticked if some Virgin goody- two shoes ratted you out?"

I sighed deeply. Just great, my ex-girlfriend wants me to screw the girl I lo- like and then leave her.

Did she actually think I was going to do that?

-Rory-

            I sprinted home, miraculously not spilling a drop of coffee. I spotted my mom's Jeep parked on the gravel as I made my way up our driveway.

            I pushed open the door and set my things on a book that was resting on a coffee table.

            "Mom, I'm home!"

            "Hey honey!"

            I walked up the stairs, towards my mom's voice. "Why are you home so early?"

            "What?" she gasped, "The fruit of my loins does not want me home? She does not love me? How could this be? Where did I go wrong?"

            "Mom, calm down. I'm just wondering why you're home so early."

            "Oh, yeah. Well, I was tired so I decided to take the rest of the day off," she smiled sinisterly and added, "I bribed Michel with a box of chocolates and a bouquet of flowers. Turns out that he's forgotten that today's his mom's birthday."

            "He forgot his mom's birthday?"

            "Yep."

            "Wow… I would never do that."

            "Oooh, nice. You just scored some brownie points."

            I fished my backpack from the kitchen and made my way to my room to do my work. What fun, turns out I had a 1,000 word essay due for social studies on the French and Indian War anyways.

            Three and a half hours later, I flexed my sore fingers, and rested my eyes.

            "Sweet pea!" My mother's voice rang in my ears. "You wanna order Thai for dinner?"

            I lifted my head to answer affirmative.

           Instead of joining my mom downstairs, I just crashed on the bed. I was exhausted physically and mentally after today.

            Tristan is really pissing me off. Good Lord, that guy knows how to grate my last nerves.

            The phone rang. I guess mom must be done ordering.

            I ignored the persistent ringing and continued to stare at the back of my eyelids.

            Mom, pick up the phone! I screamed inside my head, trying to send brainwaves to my mom. The shrill sound was starting to annoy me.

            Finally, the sound stopped. Only to be followed with a, "Rory, it's for you!"

            I gritted my teeth and reached for my monkey phone on my bed-stand.

            "Hello?'

            "Rory?"

            "Um… who is this?"

            "It's Dean."

            Oh crap. My eyes widened as I just realized what had slipped out. I didn't recognize my boyfriends' voice. That is so not good.

            "Oh… um… hi?" My voice was laced with uncertainty.

A/N: Slightly short, I know. Please leave a review!

-coffeegal102