Title: Good girl, Bad girl, Tristan's girl Rating: PG-13 Paring: R/T, of course! Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls belong to the friendly people at the WB, I own the story. Summary: Rory's not as innocent as everyone believes. A/N: Rory actually grew up in England with Loralei and Chris, in her great-grandmother's mansion. Rory lived a wild life, walking on the wild side with her boyfriend, Tristan DuGrey. Tristan spent vacations in England, but school year in Hartford, at Chilton. Sophomore year, Loralei and Chris decided to start a line of Inn's in Hartford, causing them to move to Hartford, and causing Rory to attend Chilton. Rory decided she'd be little miss innocent at school, and the wild one at night. How long until her secret is out? Can Tristan and Rory keep their hands off one another? Oh, and Rory and Tristan both have their "flavor of the weeks" since they're away from each other 9 months of the year, but it never went past making out, even though Tristan pretends to be some sex god. Also, Loralei kept her last name, and gave it to Rory.
Recap of Chapter One:
Tristan grabbed her arm and pulled her to him, smashing his lips onto hers. This did not go unnoticed by the people in the cafeteria. What people noticed most, was that it didn't seem like their first kiss. It seemed like they had kissed MANY times before, and no one understood this. Many girls who were witnessing this looked upset. The most upset of them all, though, was Paris Gellar. Paris had been in love with Tristan since kindergarten, too afraid to say anything. She, like most people, also knew about Tristan's long term girlfriend. Tristan had never kissed any girl like that, because of his girlfriend. 'I wonder what his precious girlfriend would think of this...' Paris thought, glaring at them. Rory pulled away and blushed when she noticed people glancing at them. "When did you start blushing?" Tristan whispered huskily into her ear, and then pulled away. Rory, still wanting people to think she was an innocent, naïve girl, made herself blush a crimson red and ducked her head. She walked away to her table and walked away.
Chapter Two:
Tristan stared after her in disbelief. This wasn't the Rory he knew. He was getting irritated that she wanted to fool everybody so badly. Why couldn't she just be... Rory Gilmore? The girl from England who made his heart pound a mile a minute when she was around. The Rory Gilmore with deep blue eyes and shiny brown hair. The insane girl who thrived for affection and desperately wanted to stand out in the crowd. Why was she being so... un Rory like.
Shaking his head clear, he headed towards the door and to the library. If one thing didn't change, it was Rory's hide out places. She always was fond of books...
Stepping through the library doors, Tristan instantly spotted Rory in an over stuffed chair, a book open in her lap, headphones covering her ears, unconciously twirling his ring on her chain.
Sneaking up behind her, Tristan picked the headphones off her ear and whispered "boo." into her ear. Jumping out of the chair, Rory clutched her heart.
"Tristan Janlan DuGrey! Don't you ever do that again! I almost went kung fu on your ass." Rory said, her heart rate pulsing.
Tristan laughed, "Baby, the only way you're going to be kung fu-ing me is later on tonight at my place." Tristan joked, placing his hands on her hips and pulling her closer to him.
Rory put her hands on his chest and smiled at him.
"So this is Chilton?" Rory asked.
"This is Chilton." Tristan said, wrapping his arms fully around her waist, as if trying to protect her from the cold hearted and selfish. Rory smiled up at him and kissed him lightly on the lips.
Tristan tensed a little as her lips touched his and Rory could feel it. Pulling away with a somewhat hurt expression, she looked into his eyes. Rory couldn't quite place what his eyes were reflecting... the love was still there, sparkling as much as ever. But there was something behind the love... could it have been... fear?
"Tris... what's wrong?" Rory asked, looking up at him with those confused blue eyes that made him melt.
Trying to laugh it off, Tristan reached out to pull Rory closer, but she untangled herself from him and backed up.
"Ror..." Tristan said, trying once again to grab for her. Rory shook her head furiously, although she wasn't mad.
"What's wrong, Tristan." Rory stated once again, her voice now demanding, not questioning.
Tristan stared deep into Rory's eyes, and he could see the hurt. It was so evident and so bright, he was almost suffocating. How could be tell her that he was scared for her? She was losing her real self, and it was cutting into Tristan like sharp pieces of glass.
"The question isn't what's wrong with me. It's what's wrong with you. You're not even being honest with these people. The Rory Gilmore I know would never lie. What is that you're ashamed of, Rory? Is it me? Are you ashamed to be my girl? I own this school... is that what you're ashamed of? Because... I'm confused. I don't understand why the love of my life, is finally IN my life, and you're pretending you're not with me." Tristan said, staring down into Rory's eyes, tugging on her waist and pulling her to him, his voice a low whisper.
Rory looked back into his eyes shocked. Is that what he thought? That she was ashamed of him?
Tightly wrapping her skinny arms around Tristan's muscular stomach, she leaned her head against his chest. Listening to his heart beat, she looked back into his eyes. His bright, blue orbs, that pierced through her soul and made the butterflies in her stomach flutter.
"Tristan, how can you ask that? I love you, so much. I'm not ashamed of you, I'm so proud of you. I'm just... I'm scared, Tris." Rory said. Her pulsing increasing as she saw him looking at her. He was so sweet and careful around her. Her breath caught in her throat as he slowly leaned down.
They were inching closer and closer to one another, their lips millimeters apart. As their lips were about to brush against together in friction, the doors of the library swung open. Jumping apart, they turned quickly to see the wrath that was known as Paris Gellar.
Rory's eyes widened in surprise as her mouth formed a perfect "o". Tristan's arm was still tightly around Rory's waist, protecting her from any harm Paris Gellar tried to cause. He had known about the little crush Paris had had on him, and it really needed to end.
"What's going on in here?" Paris sneered, looking back and forth from Tristan and his newest conquest. 'His girlfriend would just love this...' Paris thought, giddy with herself that Tristan was going to lose this little girlfriend of his.
Rory whispered to Tristan, "Who is this?" A hint of her english accent present in her voice.
Paris caught onto this and her eyes widened. "I thought you lived in Stars Hollow, Connecticut all your life."
Rory's eyes widened, taking on that deer-caught-in-headlights expression. Wanting to stop the lying, Tristan pulled Rory closer, and whispered into her ear, "Paris Gellar."
Straightening up a bit, Tristan moved his mouth to speak. However, Rory beat him to it.
"Loralei Leigh Gilmore-Hayden. Rory Gilmore, for short. I'm Tristan's girlfriend." Rory said, her accent now strong, smiling sweetly at Paris.
"Funny. But, Tristan DuGrey doesn't have 'girlfriends'." Paris said, looking at Rory disdainfully.
"Paris, why don't you move along?" Tristan asked, pulling Rory infront of him to rest his chin on her shoulder.
Paris shook her head and watched his distaste as the two fell all over each other. Muttering something incoherent, Paris left the library, leaving the two alone, once again.
"Where were we?" Tristan asked, turning Rory in his arms so she'd be facing him.
"Oh... I think we were right... about... here." Rory said, leaning up to capture his mouth.
Right when the sparks began to fly, the bell rang. Cussing under his breath, Tristan grabbed Rory's hand.
"What do you have this hour?" Tristan asked, opening the door for her.
"Oh, here, hold these." Rory said, handing Tristan her books and looking for her schedule. A few seconds later, Rory said, "College Prep English Honors 2 with Mrs. Thornton?" She asked. Tristan's eyes lit up.
"Really?" He asked, walking to his locker, Rory's books still in his hands.
Rory nodded, "Yup. Do we have another class, together?" She asked, stopping at Tristan's locker with him.
"Do you need these?" Tristan asked, holding up Rory's first few hour books. Shaking her head no, Tristan put them in his locker.
Taking note of his locker, she smiled. "Quite the collection of pictures Mr. DuGrey." Rory said, smiling at all of the pictures of them together. Tristan blushed, "What can I say? I'm stalking you." Tristan joked.
Rory smiled, "So, do we have next hour together?" She asked again, realizing she never did get an answer.
Tristan smiled, and grabbed her hand. "Yes, we do." And with that, they headed off to class, forgetting about Rory's facade, and everything else, just remembering that they were together once again, and they couldn't be happier.
TBC! What'd you think?
I'm slowly, but surely, updating the stories that have been requested. If your story hasn't been updated yet, remind me, and I'll get to it when I can. Thanks! ~Angel~
Recap of Chapter One:
Tristan grabbed her arm and pulled her to him, smashing his lips onto hers. This did not go unnoticed by the people in the cafeteria. What people noticed most, was that it didn't seem like their first kiss. It seemed like they had kissed MANY times before, and no one understood this. Many girls who were witnessing this looked upset. The most upset of them all, though, was Paris Gellar. Paris had been in love with Tristan since kindergarten, too afraid to say anything. She, like most people, also knew about Tristan's long term girlfriend. Tristan had never kissed any girl like that, because of his girlfriend. 'I wonder what his precious girlfriend would think of this...' Paris thought, glaring at them. Rory pulled away and blushed when she noticed people glancing at them. "When did you start blushing?" Tristan whispered huskily into her ear, and then pulled away. Rory, still wanting people to think she was an innocent, naïve girl, made herself blush a crimson red and ducked her head. She walked away to her table and walked away.
Chapter Two:
Tristan stared after her in disbelief. This wasn't the Rory he knew. He was getting irritated that she wanted to fool everybody so badly. Why couldn't she just be... Rory Gilmore? The girl from England who made his heart pound a mile a minute when she was around. The Rory Gilmore with deep blue eyes and shiny brown hair. The insane girl who thrived for affection and desperately wanted to stand out in the crowd. Why was she being so... un Rory like.
Shaking his head clear, he headed towards the door and to the library. If one thing didn't change, it was Rory's hide out places. She always was fond of books...
Stepping through the library doors, Tristan instantly spotted Rory in an over stuffed chair, a book open in her lap, headphones covering her ears, unconciously twirling his ring on her chain.
Sneaking up behind her, Tristan picked the headphones off her ear and whispered "boo." into her ear. Jumping out of the chair, Rory clutched her heart.
"Tristan Janlan DuGrey! Don't you ever do that again! I almost went kung fu on your ass." Rory said, her heart rate pulsing.
Tristan laughed, "Baby, the only way you're going to be kung fu-ing me is later on tonight at my place." Tristan joked, placing his hands on her hips and pulling her closer to him.
Rory put her hands on his chest and smiled at him.
"So this is Chilton?" Rory asked.
"This is Chilton." Tristan said, wrapping his arms fully around her waist, as if trying to protect her from the cold hearted and selfish. Rory smiled up at him and kissed him lightly on the lips.
Tristan tensed a little as her lips touched his and Rory could feel it. Pulling away with a somewhat hurt expression, she looked into his eyes. Rory couldn't quite place what his eyes were reflecting... the love was still there, sparkling as much as ever. But there was something behind the love... could it have been... fear?
"Tris... what's wrong?" Rory asked, looking up at him with those confused blue eyes that made him melt.
Trying to laugh it off, Tristan reached out to pull Rory closer, but she untangled herself from him and backed up.
"Ror..." Tristan said, trying once again to grab for her. Rory shook her head furiously, although she wasn't mad.
"What's wrong, Tristan." Rory stated once again, her voice now demanding, not questioning.
Tristan stared deep into Rory's eyes, and he could see the hurt. It was so evident and so bright, he was almost suffocating. How could be tell her that he was scared for her? She was losing her real self, and it was cutting into Tristan like sharp pieces of glass.
"The question isn't what's wrong with me. It's what's wrong with you. You're not even being honest with these people. The Rory Gilmore I know would never lie. What is that you're ashamed of, Rory? Is it me? Are you ashamed to be my girl? I own this school... is that what you're ashamed of? Because... I'm confused. I don't understand why the love of my life, is finally IN my life, and you're pretending you're not with me." Tristan said, staring down into Rory's eyes, tugging on her waist and pulling her to him, his voice a low whisper.
Rory looked back into his eyes shocked. Is that what he thought? That she was ashamed of him?
Tightly wrapping her skinny arms around Tristan's muscular stomach, she leaned her head against his chest. Listening to his heart beat, she looked back into his eyes. His bright, blue orbs, that pierced through her soul and made the butterflies in her stomach flutter.
"Tristan, how can you ask that? I love you, so much. I'm not ashamed of you, I'm so proud of you. I'm just... I'm scared, Tris." Rory said. Her pulsing increasing as she saw him looking at her. He was so sweet and careful around her. Her breath caught in her throat as he slowly leaned down.
They were inching closer and closer to one another, their lips millimeters apart. As their lips were about to brush against together in friction, the doors of the library swung open. Jumping apart, they turned quickly to see the wrath that was known as Paris Gellar.
Rory's eyes widened in surprise as her mouth formed a perfect "o". Tristan's arm was still tightly around Rory's waist, protecting her from any harm Paris Gellar tried to cause. He had known about the little crush Paris had had on him, and it really needed to end.
"What's going on in here?" Paris sneered, looking back and forth from Tristan and his newest conquest. 'His girlfriend would just love this...' Paris thought, giddy with herself that Tristan was going to lose this little girlfriend of his.
Rory whispered to Tristan, "Who is this?" A hint of her english accent present in her voice.
Paris caught onto this and her eyes widened. "I thought you lived in Stars Hollow, Connecticut all your life."
Rory's eyes widened, taking on that deer-caught-in-headlights expression. Wanting to stop the lying, Tristan pulled Rory closer, and whispered into her ear, "Paris Gellar."
Straightening up a bit, Tristan moved his mouth to speak. However, Rory beat him to it.
"Loralei Leigh Gilmore-Hayden. Rory Gilmore, for short. I'm Tristan's girlfriend." Rory said, her accent now strong, smiling sweetly at Paris.
"Funny. But, Tristan DuGrey doesn't have 'girlfriends'." Paris said, looking at Rory disdainfully.
"Paris, why don't you move along?" Tristan asked, pulling Rory infront of him to rest his chin on her shoulder.
Paris shook her head and watched his distaste as the two fell all over each other. Muttering something incoherent, Paris left the library, leaving the two alone, once again.
"Where were we?" Tristan asked, turning Rory in his arms so she'd be facing him.
"Oh... I think we were right... about... here." Rory said, leaning up to capture his mouth.
Right when the sparks began to fly, the bell rang. Cussing under his breath, Tristan grabbed Rory's hand.
"What do you have this hour?" Tristan asked, opening the door for her.
"Oh, here, hold these." Rory said, handing Tristan her books and looking for her schedule. A few seconds later, Rory said, "College Prep English Honors 2 with Mrs. Thornton?" She asked. Tristan's eyes lit up.
"Really?" He asked, walking to his locker, Rory's books still in his hands.
Rory nodded, "Yup. Do we have another class, together?" She asked, stopping at Tristan's locker with him.
"Do you need these?" Tristan asked, holding up Rory's first few hour books. Shaking her head no, Tristan put them in his locker.
Taking note of his locker, she smiled. "Quite the collection of pictures Mr. DuGrey." Rory said, smiling at all of the pictures of them together. Tristan blushed, "What can I say? I'm stalking you." Tristan joked.
Rory smiled, "So, do we have next hour together?" She asked again, realizing she never did get an answer.
Tristan smiled, and grabbed her hand. "Yes, we do." And with that, they headed off to class, forgetting about Rory's facade, and everything else, just remembering that they were together once again, and they couldn't be happier.
TBC! What'd you think?
I'm slowly, but surely, updating the stories that have been requested. If your story hasn't been updated yet, remind me, and I'll get to it when I can. Thanks! ~Angel~