I Need You
A/N: Yeah, I know - totally short chapter, but I'm not up for writing some more, so I guess that this chapter will have to do. Please review and tell me what you think. And, for some good news, I think, I already have the next chapter written, do that will be posted in a day or so.
Chapter 9: You just don't Know
She didn't want to chance having to speak with him, so she went to class early, knowing that he wouldn't be caught dead coming into class until right before the bell rang, she left right when class was over, and she hid during break and lunch. All her work didn't seem to pay off, though. She would find notes from him in her backpack or her locker and, after many failed attempts of trying to talk to her himself, he started to send people she knew to try to get her to talk to him.
Rory sighed, frustrated, as she turned to her locker, trying to get it open. "If he doesn't want to talk to me, then he's not going to talk to me. I can't force him to."
"Are you kidding, Rory? He has done nothing but try to talk to you for the last few days and all you do is change the subject so that you two can't talk about whatever it is he wants to talk to you about or you avoid him altogether. You're really hurting him." Paris stepped closer to her, trying to clearly get the words she was speaking to reach Rory's ears.
"Oh, so what are you two doing, talking about me when I'm not around?" Rory turned to Paris, not at all trying to hold back the glare she was sending her way.
"Don't try to turn this around on me, Rory. You have to talk to him." She heard Rory sigh and sag her shoulders - a visible sign in her resignation in trying to avoid the subject.
"No, I don't, Paris. Now can you just go and leave me alone? I can't deal with you anymore." Rory sighed again and leaned back next to her open locker.
"So you're just going to stop talking to me? Shut me out of your life like you did to Tristan?"
"Paris, stop. You are so out of line." Rory started to get mad now; people had been coming up to her, telling her what she should be doing with her life; she had never been one to take orders of the sort from other people.
"No, I'm not. You're causing him so much pain. Why can't-"
"You don't think I feel any pain?!" she yelled out, her final shred of restriction torn. "I have to see him flirt with an endless line of girls, kiss them, touch them. You don't know how much I wish I was the girl he wanted, the only one. You have no right saying that he is the only one feeling pain! You don't know what it feels like to have your heart split in two every moment he thinks about another girl or what it feels like to think that he is with another girl right now!" Tears were running down her face as she turned her gaze toward the ground. "You just don't know." She turned from her locker, forgetting about the backpack she had filled all her books with and walked out of the school, sniffling and trying to fight back tears along the way, leaving an awe-struck Paris behind. What neither girl noticed was that Tristan was around the corner, listening to every word spoken.