Hey guys, wow, the reaction to that chapter was the best yet for any in this story so thanks so much it gave me such a happy! Right, I have a few words of thanks to get through, don't worry they'll be short! Okay- thanks for pointing that out, just for continuity's sake I'll explain it in this chapter. Nice one- thanks so much!

On with the story:

Rory woke to the sound of rain. It had been nearly three when she finally got to sleep last night and after she got to sleep, it wasn't exactly restful. She tried telling herself that she had had too much coffee but she hadn't had coffee since before nine pm so she knew it wasn't really that, she just didn't want to admit it to herself, or anyone else for that matter. She knew Tristan would try to get her alone at some stage today but she didn't want to be alone with him right now, looked like avoidance was the plan of the day.

As soon as she sat down at the kitchen table, her mother knew something was wrong. Rory was frowning and she looked like she had gotten no sleep whatsoever. While Lorelai ignored her pop tart Rory sat, drinking her coffee in silence. Finally, Lorelai could take no more so she blurted out

'What's with the face, you had alone time with Tristan last night, you should be failing horribly at trying to not smile.'

'What face?'

'The same face that you had the day you were told there was no Santa.'

'I don't have that face, I'm fine.'

'Come on Rory, I promise I'll be Lorelai not mom.'

'We we were in his room and we were talking...'

'Is that what they call it these days?' Lorelai asked smiling.

'I'm serious, we were talking, this was just before I came home. We were getting to know each other, y'know, asking questions and he was being so amazing, it turns out he reads and-'

'Ror, hun, getting off the point.'

'Right, sorry. Well we were talking and it was great but then his phone rang, which was weird because it was late and it was Katy and I don't know, he started talking to her and I just got dressed and left.'

'You had to get dressed? Ew, okay, moving away from that visual. Rory I can see why you might be upset but you knew she was in the picture.'

'I know, that's why I feel so stupid, if anyone deserves to be upset its her but she's over there in London, calling her perfect boyfriend saying god knows what and I feel so stupid and guilty and stupid and jealous and angry and-'

'Okay, breathing helps. Guilty and jealous I get, what's with stupid?'

'It's like when I'm with him, it feels like its just us and last night was so amazing but then she called and it brought it all back, he's not mine, I'm the other woman and I hate it.'

'Maybe you should talk to Tristan.'

'I can't do that.'

'Why not?'

'Because then he'd no it bothers me and I told him I was fine with it.'

'But it does.'

'But I don't want him to know that.'

'I don't think you're giving him enough credit here.'

'What do you mean?'

'If he cares about you like he says he does, he'll already know and he'll want you to talk to him about it.'

'Maybe.'

'It's up to you kiddo but I think you should, no go or you'll be late for school.'

'Thanks mom.'

'Hey, it's what I'm here for.'

'Thanks anyway.'

'You're welcome.'

Rory left the house, not feeling much better than before she had talked to her mom. It's not that he mom gave bad advice, but Rory just didn't want to take it.

The hallways of Chilton seemed more crowded than usual to Tristan, maybe that had something to do with the fact that he wanted them to be empty. Rory was late. It was ten minutes to the bell and she still hadn't made an appearance at her locker. He felt horrible. Katy had just called to say hi last night; she had gotten up early to go to the stables to see her horses and had decided to call him. For the two minutes he had been on the phone, he had the feeling that he would be paying for them for a lot longer.

Just as he was about to give up hope, after all it was only about two or three minutes to the bell, Rory came racing up to her locker. She was in such a rush that she didn't even notice him. The corridor was now empty. Slowly and quietly, Tristan walked up behind her. If she noticed him, she didn't give any sign. She slammed her locker door shut, ignoring the coffee on top of her books. That was when he knew she was mad; Rory Gilmore was passing up coffee. She turned around to come face to face with Tristan and despite the several inches he had on her, she seemed like the small one.

'Morning.' He tried, thinking that he was doing the right thing by not teasing her. It was about time he started doing something right he thought bitterly to himself.

'Morning.'

'I'm sorry about last night, I had no idea she would call.'

'It's okay.' Rory lied.

'No it's not, you're pissed.'

'Don't tell me how I feel.'

'Good, anger, let it all out because believe me, I know I deserve it.'

'I'm not going to get angry at you Tristan.'

'I tried to call you.'

'I know. I was tired, I wanted to sleep.'

'Eager to dream about me Mary?' he asked, trying to lighten the mood.

'Could you're ego get any bigger?'

'You behave like you did last night more often and I'll no longer be able to fit indoors.' He smirked.

Despite herself, Rory blushed. She hated herself for doing it but she couldn't help herself. Tristan dared to hope that she was coming around; he took a step towards her, effectively pushing her up against the lockers.

'Tristan don't.'

'Don't what?' he asked, pretending to be innocent.

'Don't do what I know you're about to do.'

The bell rang but still, neither moved.

Tristan only moved closer and Rory automatically licked her lips. Tristan smirked before lowering his head, taking her lips gently in his, not wanting to push his luck. They kissed briefly but Rory pulled away.

'I have to get to class.'

'I know.'

'And yet you refuse to get out of my way.'

'I'm not finished yet.' He told her bravely.

Tristan kissed her again, this time more forceful. Rory tried to not be turned on but she couldn't help it, she found herself responding to the kiss and before long, she was being slammed up against the locker, Tristan pulling at her shirt with one hand while stroking her thighs with the other. Before she knew what was happening, Rory found her legs wrapped around Tristan's waist and he was carrying her down the hall to where the closest closet was.

Rory stood up straightening her clothes, her face flushed. The bell was about to go to signal the end of class and only now were she and Tristan getting dressed. She couldn't believe she had let herself or Tristan do what they had just done in the janitor's closet. On one hand, it had been amazing but on the other, she had just had sex in the janitor's closet! What was she thinking? Had she lost her mind? It was all Tristan's fault, she couldn't think clearly around him.

'Rory, are you okay?' Tristan asked gently. He was afraid he had been a bit too rough with her.

'Yeah.' She said shakily.

'No you're not.'

'I can't believe what we just did.'

'What are you talking about, it was amazing.'

'That's not what I mean, god! I just had sex in the janitor's closet! Who am I?'

'You're Rory, this doesn't change you Rory.'

'Yes it does, don't you get it, this isn't me! I don't do this, I don't have sex, I don't drive to Hartford and stay in my boyfriend's bedroom half the night, and I don not have sex in the janitor's closet!'

'Rory you're going to give yourself a heart attack. Breathe okay. Look I'm not going to apologise for any of the things that you just said but I am sorry the person you are with me repulses you so much.' Tristan said bitterly.

'Tristan that's not it, really. You know that too. I do like who I am with you, I really do but I have to draw a line. I'm sorry I didn't sleep well and I was upset and I just took it out on you, it's me that I'm mad at.'

'Why didn't you sleep? Why are you upset? Rory you have to tell me this stuff.'

'It's okay really.'

'No it's not. Talk to me Ror, please.'

'Look, we have to get to class. We'll talk later.'

'I'm really going to hold you to that.'

'I know you will. I just need time myself first.'

'I guess I can respect that.'

'Thank you. It really isn't you I'm mad at Tristan, believe me when I say that.'

'I'm still sorry, about everything. I shouldn't have kissed you like that and I shouldn't have brought you here because as soon as I touch you, sex inevitably happens.'

Rory blushed, knowing what he was talking about; she had the same reaction to him. Suddenly she wasn't so mad.

'I don't regret what just happened in here but it can't happen again. I have to keep some sanity in this place.'

'I know, I promise, from now on, I'll behave.' Tristan said, half smiling as he wrapped his arms around her waist. He kissed her lightly, before letting her go.

'Go, we'll talk later.'

'Bye.'

'Bye.'

Rory left and made her way back to her locker, to get her bag which still sat on the ground. Tristan quietly let himself out of the closet and watched her walk thoughtfully walk down the corridor, her back to him. He knew the call upset her and he genuinely hadn't meant to do what they had just done. He sometimes forgot that this was Rory, she was different from everyone else, he had to take his time with her, let her get used to the way things were. He just hoped she knew how bad he felt and how much he cared. Rory was thinking the same thing as she made her way to her classroom, just as the bell rang, she did know he cared but this was new to her, she didn't know how to deal. She just hoped he would give her the time she needed.