Disclaimer: Same as Chapter One, I'd settle for owning Milo if I couldn't have CMM.

A/N: Thanks for reviewing, I hope this doesn't disappoint but in my defence, this is my first time writing for Tristan, I was a Jess shipper, still am actually but you gotta love Tristan.

Rory's meeting with the Headmaster lasted about twenty minutes, giving her just enough time to find her locker and get rid of some of the five hundred books she was carrying. Her locker was along the top corridor, number 127. She was sure she had the right one but the combination didn't seem to be working. Losing patience, she hit the door in frustration.

'Need help?' a male voice asked.

'The door won't open.' She said turning around and coming face to face with the God. He smiled and put his bag on the ground.

'There is a bit of a trick to it.' He said while leaning in a bit too close to Rory. 'Here, I'll show you.'

Rory handed him the sheet of paper with her combination on it. He pulled out the dial, spun it to the end, pushed it back in and then put in the combination. Sure enough, the door swung open.

'Thank you.' Rory said gratefully.

'No problem Mary.'

'My name isn't Mary.'

The guy smirked and leaned in closely to Rory again.

'You look like a Mary. Sweet and innocent.' He leered.

Rory got the meaning of what he was saying by the emphasis he put on the word Mary. She wasn't about to let him realise that what he said hit a nerve for more than the reason of being teased.

'The name is Rory.'

'Tristan.'

'Well thanks for the help but I have to get to class.'

'Anytime Mary'
Tristan smirked and walked off. Rory looked after him trying to decide whether she liked him or hated him. She noticed that the whole way down the corridor, girls said hi and guys high-fived him.

'Yep, King of Chilton.' She said to herself.

She looked at her timetable to find she had English Lit. She made her way to the classroom and sat in the only available seat, beside three girls, two blondes and a brunette. They turned to face her.

'Hi, who are you?' the first blonde asked.

'I'm Rory Gilmore. I just moved from California.'

'I'm Louise, this is Madeline and the blonde is Paris.'

'What school did you go to in California?' Louise asked.

'Worthington.' Rory said

'Wow, LA, I would kill to live in LA.' Madeline chipped in.

'Trust me; it's not all it's cracked up to be.' Rory said with a sad smile.

'What kind of grades did you get?' Paris asked all business.

'Straight A's.'

'And what's the situation on the guy front.' Louise asked.

'There is no guy front. I never want another boyfriend as long as I live.'

'That's no good Mary.' The now distinct voice of Tristan came from behind. Rory just rolled her eyes at Tristan's comment. Louise started to laugh as a pair of tanned muscled arms wrapped around her shoulders. This time it was Paris's turn to roll her eyes. Madeline turned to Rory.

'Tristan has labelled you Mary?'

'Looks like.' Rory answered.

'That means he likes you.' Said the guy holding Louise. 'I'm Brad by the way. This is Mike and that's Alex. Apparently you already know Tristan.'

Tristan smirked and leaned in to say something to Rory, which judging by the look on his face, would have her blushing until the end of the year. She was saved by the bell however as just as Tristan was about to speak, it rang and the teacher came in. the boys immediately got into their seats behind the girls, Tristan still smirking.