I'm really burning on this story!

Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore girls. Sorry for wasting your time

***Chapter 9: Stara ***

"I'm exhausted," Rory said when they walked through the door late that night. "Who knew that just seeing a movie with you would be so draining."

"Hey, I didn't start the fight. That stupid popcorn man was refusing to butter my popcorn."

Rory shook her head, recalling the twenty-minute battle Paris had shared with the man working at the concession stand. They had gone to see a movie, and Rory had really enjoyed herself.

"Well, I'm off to bed," she said. "Night."

"Night."

Rory climbed up the stairs. Yawning, she pushed open the bedroom door.

Paris was down in the living room, trying to figure out how to get the pull out bed out of the couch. It was stuck tight. She stopped wrestling when she heard Rory's scream and Tristan's swears.

"Rory?" she yelled, running up the stairs. "What the hell?"

She found Rory standing in shock at the doorway, with a very naked Tristan rushing to put some clothes on. Beside him was a girl desperately wrapping the sheets around her also very naked body.

"I don't believe we've met," Rory said coldly to the woman.

"Stara," she answered.

"No last name?"

Stara just smiled.

"Rory I can explain," Tristan offered frantically.

"No, no. There's nothing to explain. I just walked in on you sleeping with some other woman in our bed. It's perfectly self-explanatory."

"Rory," he said, coming towards her.

"Don't touch me."

Paris watched her walk calmly down the stairs. They heard the front door close softly. "You are such an ass," she said to Tristan.

"I thought you guys were going out tonight."

"And that justifies your actions? God Tristan, you can't even go a couple months without having sex with those worthless bimbos?"

"Hey!" Stara cried.

Paris ignored her. "Instead you wait until the first night Rory was gone and you pick up the first tramp on the street. Well congratulations Dugrey, if you were trying to hurt Rory, you succeeded. This just about killed her. In the bed you share. Shame on you."

Paris ran down the stairs and out the door, chasing after Rory.

"What have I done," he muttered to himself.

"Don't tell me you like that chick?" Stara said.

"I don't," Tristan answered, turning to face her. "I love her."

"Well then, you really are an ass hole. If you love her so much then why did you sleep with me?"

"Because I'm a jackass," he said, sliding down to on the floor. "You better just go Stara."

She quickly got dressed and ran out, leaving Tristan alone in his room.

Head in his hands, he wanted to kill himself. He knew that he had hurt Rory terribly, and there was no excuse in the world that could make him less at fault. He sighed, wishing he had been smarter. He knew what alcohol and bars did to him. So why had he gone?

Part of him said it was the kiss. He was all worked up from the events of the previous night. Scared was a more appropriate word. He was scared that he was falling in love with Rory, and he was.

But even that didn't make anything okay. He was weak, a chicken. He'd rather run to yet another one night stand than true love. And now he had hurt Rory.

"Coward!" he yelled, punching the wall.

Down the street Rory heard his rage from her place under the shadow of a tree. His scream made her cry harder, longing to do the same.

a/n: love him, hate him, hate me? What do you think? To tell the truth I don't even know how I feel about Tristan right now. That was pretty skunky of him, don't you think? (and rather skunky of me! ) Well review and tell me!!! I love hearing from you guys!