Okay, again, thank you soooo much for all of the great reviews I've been getting. People haven't been drawn to one of my stories this much since Show Me You World and Something There That Wasn't There Before, so thank you. I've been having a bit of writers' block up until this story. I've been taking my time and it's been so easy. Without really thinking, the story is just coming from my fingertips and the next thing I know there's this fantastic chapter that I couldn't be more proud of. So thank you, so much. I'm really set on actually finishing this story!
Also, I've had few votes to make this story a Literati... but for now I'm going to stick to Trory. I'm more experienced in Tristan and Rory relationships, because that's all I've ever written. If I get more votes, for Jess and Rory, however, I'll rethink my decision. I love Milo, but I'm not set on Rory and Jess together. Sorry. I hope all you Literati's keep reading my story...!
I realize that I haven't put many characters into this story, and I apologize for that. Loralei, Luke, Lane, Paris, Louise, Summer, and all of those lovely people will be in the up coming chapters. Paris, Louise, Madeline, Summer, and other Chiltonites will be in this chapter.
Oh, and if you haven't realized it, everything that happened on Gilmore Girls, happened. Except for things involving Dean. Because, well... I don't like him. So the wreck happened, the fight with Loralei and Luke, Sookie's wedding, Chris and Sherry, Rory and Paris becoming friends and becoming Vice President and President... all of that happened, just Tristan was there during all of it, so it changed a little bit of things...
Chapter Three:
Tristan woke up at 6:15 to the smell of fresh brewing coffee and a missing Rory. As he stepped out of her room, he could hear the water running from the upstairs bathroom. Stepping over to the coffee maker, Tristan poured himself a cup of coffee and headed to the bathroom across from Rory's room. Closing the door, he noticed his uniform hanging on the back of the door with a note saying, "Hurry!" in Rory's neat cursive writing.
Moments later, Rory emerged from the bathroom upstairs, clad in her uniform, her hair dried and laying straight on her shoulders. Stopping by the bathroom, she erupted into giggles as she heard Tristan singing "Dizzy" by Goo Goo Dolls.
After what seemed like hours of laughing, Rory controlled herself and poured another cup of coffee. Downing the cup, she picked up the phone to call Loralei.
"Babe! My daughter! The fruit of my loins!" Loralei answered her cell phone, after glancing at the called id.
"Mommy! And EW, that was sick, mom." Rory screamed, sending both Gilmore Girls into a fit of giggles.
"Did it storm there last night?" Loralei asked, knowing that Rory hated storms.
"Yes. The power was out for hours." Rory said.
"Let me guess... bible boy spent the night." Loralei said, already knowing the answer.
"Of course! Like I'd let him leave me in one of the worse storms in years?! I don't think so... Speaking of which... he asked me out!" Rory said dramatically, then joined Loralei in their happy, it finally happened, scream. Each doing their own happy dance on their end of the phone.
That's when Tristan decided to emerge from the bathroom. His uniform on and tie untied drips of water dripping from his forehead, and endless chuckles at Rory dancing around the kitchen talking to Loralei.
Rory turned around, her face as red as a tomato, and instantly stopped dancing. Sticking her tongue out at a laughing Tristan, Rory glanced at the clock.
"Oh, mom, we have to go. It's 7:05... and I have to meet Paris at 7:40! I love you, I'll see you in two days." Rory said hurriedly, now running around the kitchen searching for her shoes.
"All right mini me! I'll see you Friday afternoon. Tell the Spawn of Satan I miss him and bug Luke for me! I love you babe." Loralei said, still doing her happy dance on the opposite side of the phone.
"Will do. Bye mom!" Rory said, hanging up the phone and carelessly throwing it.
Tristan smirked, making a mental note to remind Rory that the phone had landed in the garbage can. Grabbing their backpacks from the chair, Tristan turned around and stared wide eyed at Rory.
The seriousness on Tristan's faced caused her to stop dead in her tracks. "What?" She asked frantically, her eyes widening innocently.
"Ror... did it occur to you that neither of us did our homework last night?" Tristan asked.
He couldn't help but smirk at the priceless look on Rory's face. She paled and she looked as if she was going to faint... then, her fear turned into an unmistakable 'I have a plan' smirk as her eyes began to dance with laughter.
"Tristan... I promised myself that I'd never do this... but this is a crisis. This is one of the only times that I'm going to be thankful of your status..." Rory began to ramble.
"Spit it out, Ror..." Tristan said, not sure if he liked the gleam in her eye.
"Do you think you could... oh, I don't know... threaten a few people into doing our homework?" Rory asked, tilting her head innocently.
Tristan's smirk returned to his face and he pulled Rory into his arms. "Loralei Leigh Gilmore, I never thought you'd ask me to do something that I do best... outside of the bedroom." Tristan added with a thoughtful look.
"Tristan, I don't plan on exploring you're so called 'talents' that have the girls at Chilton drooling, anytime soon, so get your mind out of the gutter and get your ass in the car! I need someone to do my homework, and I need someone to do it quick!" Rory said, stepping out of Tristan's arms and pushing him toward the door. Taking note that it had suddenly turned into 7:15 and she had to be at Chilton in 25 minutes.
20 minutes later, Tristan pulled into the Chilton parking lot, tossing Rory one of his many smirks. "And here you were afraid I'd get you here late... I'm ashamed you doubted my driving." Tristan told her, getting out of the car and helping her out.
"I didn't doubt your driving... I doubted your speeding. You could have gotten a ticket!" Rory said, handing him her books and allowing him to lead her up the steps to the double doors of Chilton.
Before entering the doors that Tristan held open for her, Rory glanced at him, an odd look on her face. "Does this place get scarier by the day, or is it just me?" Rory asked, heading to her locker where she noticed Paris already there speaking to someone.
Before Tristan had the chance to answer, Rory already had another question for him. "Who is that with Paris?"
Squinting a little to make out the boy, Tristan had to think for a minute. "I think that's Tyler Jones," Tristan said, racking his brain for the boy's name. "He's on the hockey team."
Rory nodded but looked confused. Why was he talking to Paris? More importantly, why was Paris talking to him? She looked as if she was flirting... a lot. But that couldn't be, could it? She had Jamie...
Snapping out of her thoughts, she realized that she was now standing in front of Paris. Tristan wrapped his arm around Rory's waist while nodding his head to Tyler.
"Hey Paris! Hi boy with Paris..." Rory said, smiling warmly at the boy and throwing Paris a 'who is this and why are you smiling so much' smile.
"Hey Rory, Tristan. You know Tyler, right?" Paris asked, directing the question at Tristan.
"Yeah, sure. We played hockey together freshman year. How you doin' Jones?" Tristan asked, then adding, "This is my girlfriend Rory Gilmore. Ror, this is Tyler Jones." Tristan said, although he had already told her that.
Extending her hand, Rory smiled. "It's nice meeting you Tyler. Paris, you wanted to meet me this morning?" She asked, turning her attention back to Paris.
"Oh, right. I was wondering if you would take over the dance committee meeting this afternoon. I would have asked you later today, but I'm leaving at eleven, and that's when the first class we have together is..." Rory said, shifting her gaze to Madeline and Louise who were coming down the hall towards them.
"Oh... well, I had plans, but I'm sure I can change them..." Rory said, throwing a quizzical glance in Tristan's direction. "You have practice tonight, don't you Tris? So you can pick me up afterwards...?" Rory asked.
"What time is the meeting supposed to be over?" Tristan asked, trying to remember what time his football practice would be over.
"Oh, well it doesn't start until 3:30, so probably 5..." Rory said. "Hey Maddy, Louise." Rory added when the duo reached them.
"Hey." The two girls said in unison.
"Yeah, I can take you home, practice doesn't get over until 5:30 though so looks like you'll get to wait for me for once." Tristan smirked, leaning down to kiss Rory on the cheek. Rolling her eyes, Rory stepped out of Tristan's embrace to open her locker.
"Okay, so that's settled... Maddy, Louise, you two are on the dance committee, right?" Rory asked, turning her attention to the girls.
"Yes, unfortunately..." Louise said, throwing a glance in Paris' direction.
Laughing, Rory shut her locker and back into Tristan's arms. A few moments later, the bell rang signaling the first class of the day's start in 4 minutes. Saying goodbye to Madeline, Louise, Paris, and Matt, Rory and Tristan were on their way down the hallway.
Later on that day during lunch, Rory was sitting with Tristan and his friends, her headphones on and her nose stuck in a book. She was tapping her finger to Sum 41's Still Waiting while reading Pride and Prejudice once again.
Tristan's arm was snaked around Rory's waist while he talked to his friends. Looking at the end of the table, he noticed Shane Walker staring at Rory. He seemed as he if he were in a trance. Tristan nudged Jarett and whispered into his ear. "Tell me that Walker is not openly drooling over MY girlfriend."
At the other end of the table, Hunter Lawrence nudged Shane. "Shane, what are you doing?" Hunter asked, following his gaze.
Looking up, Shane looked a little startled. "What? Oh, nothing..." Shane said, although he couldn't help but turn his head to look at Rory once again.
"Well, you need to stop looking at Rory like that because DuGrey looks like he's going to tear your eyes at as slowly and painfully as possible." Hunter told him, returning to his lunch and his conversation with Austin Green.
Across the cafeteria, Summer Atwood was staring at the back of Tristan DuGrey's head.
"Shannon, tell me... what does Rory Gilmore have that I don't?" Summer asked with disgust.
"Besides her virginity?" Shannon asked, laughing at her own joke. She stopped laughing immediately after she caught the look on Summer's face. "Oh... heh, I don't know. Tristan's always been in love with her. Its not like she's ugly or anything, Summer." Shannon said, slightly confused.
Everyone in the school knew that Summer was still after Tristan. After the incident sophomore year, Summer had been trying to get back with Tristan. But Tristan had been all about Rory Gilmore. It was one of the reasons none of the girls had dared make friends with Rory. They all thought she was sweet and would be a great friend, but none of them wanted to cross Summer. Not that it mattered now, Tristan DuGrey's power was triple what Summer had. If Summer messed with Tristan's precious Rory, he'd have no problem making Summer a social outcast. Everyone at Chilton knew it, especially Summer and her clique of friends.
After Tristan walked Rory to class after lunch, he made his way across the hall to his 6th hour class. Noticing for the first time that he shared this class with Shane, Tristan set his books down on the desk besides Jarett and Josh, and made his way to the other side of the room.
Sitting on the desk in front of Shane, Tristan turned around to face him. "Shane, Walker, my man... that wouldn't have been you I saw checking out MY girlfriend at lunch today, was it?" Tristan asked, his voice turning from friendly to angry in three seconds flat.
At the mention of this, Shane's eyes widened and he seemed to have lost his voice. Shaking his head, he finally spit out, "No, DuGrey, wasn't me."
Tristan began to laugh as he motioned Jarett and Josh to come over there. Once they were over there, they surrounded him. Leaning down, Tristan growled. "Stay away from Rory, Walker. You don't want to mess with me."
Jarett and Josh leaned down and in unison whispered, "Don't fuck with us, Walker. Leave Rory alone, you don't want DuGrey on your case." Josh and Jarett began to walk away, when Jarett turned around and smirked. "Oh yeah... have a great day." Jarett said sarcastically, walking away to the other side of the room.
Shane couldn't believe the nerve of those guys. 'Sure you can... it's Tristan DuGrey and his clique. You're not even one of them Shane. They just keep you around because you are a good goalie... but Tristan doesn't deserve Rory...' Shane thought, glancing out the door the same time as Tristan DuGrey, both noticing a beautiful brunette walking down the hall heading towards the library with a few books.
As the final bell rang for the day, Tristan was yet again leaning against Rory's locker, no books in his grasps, his blazer already discarded.
Rory approached the locker with a smirk on her face. "Again... I ask... just how does he do it?" She asked in an announcer's voice. Shaking her head, Tristan's smirk firm on her face.
"Awe... don't you look cute with my smirk on your face...?" Tristan asked, mirroring the smirk on Rory's face.
"I look cute anyway DuGrey." Rory said, feigning hurt.
Smiling, Tristan backed Rory into her locker, his hands on either side of her hips. Smirking, he leaned down and captured her mouth with his own. Rory thanked god that she was pressed against the locker, because she knew her legs were about to give out. Only Tristan could kiss her and turn her legs into jelly. Tristan pulled away moments later and smiled when he heard Rory whimper from the loss of his lips on hers.
Moving his lips from her mouth to her hear, Tristan whispered. "I have football practice..." Tristan kissed Rory on the cheek and began to walk away.
Tristan was walking down the hallway backwards, smiling at Rory. "See you on the field Gilmore." He winked at her, and then was gone.
The dance committee meeting had let out early, so Rory stopped at her locker to grab her headphones and a book before heading out to the football field.
Settling onto the bleachers outside the school, Rory easily spotted Tristan. Smiling, she couldn't help but follow his every move with her eyes. As if he could feel her eyes on him, his head instantly shot up and grinned as he saw her watching him. After a small wave and a wink, he returned to his practice.
Rory picked up her book to read, but quickly decided against it. Leaning back, she pressed play on her CD player and let Liz Phair's voice fill her ears...
Get a load of me, get a load of you
Walkin' down the street, and I hardly know you
It's just like we were meant to be
Holding hands with you, and we're out at night
Got a girlfriend, you say it isn't right
And I've got someone waiting too
This is, this is just the beginning
We're already wet, and we're gonna go swimming
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it
So tell me
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Isn't this the best part of breakin' up
Finding someone else you can't get enough of
Someone who wants to be with you too
It's an itch we know we are gonna scratch
Gonna take a while for this egg to hatch
But wouldn't it be beautiful
Here we are, we're at the beginning
We haven't fucked yet, but heads spinning
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it
So tell me
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
I'd love for you to make me wonder
Where it's goin'
I'd love for you to pull me under
Somethin's growin'
for this that we can control
Baby I am dyin'
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it
So tell me
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Also, I've had few votes to make this story a Literati... but for now I'm going to stick to Trory. I'm more experienced in Tristan and Rory relationships, because that's all I've ever written. If I get more votes, for Jess and Rory, however, I'll rethink my decision. I love Milo, but I'm not set on Rory and Jess together. Sorry. I hope all you Literati's keep reading my story...!
I realize that I haven't put many characters into this story, and I apologize for that. Loralei, Luke, Lane, Paris, Louise, Summer, and all of those lovely people will be in the up coming chapters. Paris, Louise, Madeline, Summer, and other Chiltonites will be in this chapter.
Oh, and if you haven't realized it, everything that happened on Gilmore Girls, happened. Except for things involving Dean. Because, well... I don't like him. So the wreck happened, the fight with Loralei and Luke, Sookie's wedding, Chris and Sherry, Rory and Paris becoming friends and becoming Vice President and President... all of that happened, just Tristan was there during all of it, so it changed a little bit of things...
Chapter Three:
Tristan woke up at 6:15 to the smell of fresh brewing coffee and a missing Rory. As he stepped out of her room, he could hear the water running from the upstairs bathroom. Stepping over to the coffee maker, Tristan poured himself a cup of coffee and headed to the bathroom across from Rory's room. Closing the door, he noticed his uniform hanging on the back of the door with a note saying, "Hurry!" in Rory's neat cursive writing.
Moments later, Rory emerged from the bathroom upstairs, clad in her uniform, her hair dried and laying straight on her shoulders. Stopping by the bathroom, she erupted into giggles as she heard Tristan singing "Dizzy" by Goo Goo Dolls.
After what seemed like hours of laughing, Rory controlled herself and poured another cup of coffee. Downing the cup, she picked up the phone to call Loralei.
"Babe! My daughter! The fruit of my loins!" Loralei answered her cell phone, after glancing at the called id.
"Mommy! And EW, that was sick, mom." Rory screamed, sending both Gilmore Girls into a fit of giggles.
"Did it storm there last night?" Loralei asked, knowing that Rory hated storms.
"Yes. The power was out for hours." Rory said.
"Let me guess... bible boy spent the night." Loralei said, already knowing the answer.
"Of course! Like I'd let him leave me in one of the worse storms in years?! I don't think so... Speaking of which... he asked me out!" Rory said dramatically, then joined Loralei in their happy, it finally happened, scream. Each doing their own happy dance on their end of the phone.
That's when Tristan decided to emerge from the bathroom. His uniform on and tie untied drips of water dripping from his forehead, and endless chuckles at Rory dancing around the kitchen talking to Loralei.
Rory turned around, her face as red as a tomato, and instantly stopped dancing. Sticking her tongue out at a laughing Tristan, Rory glanced at the clock.
"Oh, mom, we have to go. It's 7:05... and I have to meet Paris at 7:40! I love you, I'll see you in two days." Rory said hurriedly, now running around the kitchen searching for her shoes.
"All right mini me! I'll see you Friday afternoon. Tell the Spawn of Satan I miss him and bug Luke for me! I love you babe." Loralei said, still doing her happy dance on the opposite side of the phone.
"Will do. Bye mom!" Rory said, hanging up the phone and carelessly throwing it.
Tristan smirked, making a mental note to remind Rory that the phone had landed in the garbage can. Grabbing their backpacks from the chair, Tristan turned around and stared wide eyed at Rory.
The seriousness on Tristan's faced caused her to stop dead in her tracks. "What?" She asked frantically, her eyes widening innocently.
"Ror... did it occur to you that neither of us did our homework last night?" Tristan asked.
He couldn't help but smirk at the priceless look on Rory's face. She paled and she looked as if she was going to faint... then, her fear turned into an unmistakable 'I have a plan' smirk as her eyes began to dance with laughter.
"Tristan... I promised myself that I'd never do this... but this is a crisis. This is one of the only times that I'm going to be thankful of your status..." Rory began to ramble.
"Spit it out, Ror..." Tristan said, not sure if he liked the gleam in her eye.
"Do you think you could... oh, I don't know... threaten a few people into doing our homework?" Rory asked, tilting her head innocently.
Tristan's smirk returned to his face and he pulled Rory into his arms. "Loralei Leigh Gilmore, I never thought you'd ask me to do something that I do best... outside of the bedroom." Tristan added with a thoughtful look.
"Tristan, I don't plan on exploring you're so called 'talents' that have the girls at Chilton drooling, anytime soon, so get your mind out of the gutter and get your ass in the car! I need someone to do my homework, and I need someone to do it quick!" Rory said, stepping out of Tristan's arms and pushing him toward the door. Taking note that it had suddenly turned into 7:15 and she had to be at Chilton in 25 minutes.
20 minutes later, Tristan pulled into the Chilton parking lot, tossing Rory one of his many smirks. "And here you were afraid I'd get you here late... I'm ashamed you doubted my driving." Tristan told her, getting out of the car and helping her out.
"I didn't doubt your driving... I doubted your speeding. You could have gotten a ticket!" Rory said, handing him her books and allowing him to lead her up the steps to the double doors of Chilton.
Before entering the doors that Tristan held open for her, Rory glanced at him, an odd look on her face. "Does this place get scarier by the day, or is it just me?" Rory asked, heading to her locker where she noticed Paris already there speaking to someone.
Before Tristan had the chance to answer, Rory already had another question for him. "Who is that with Paris?"
Squinting a little to make out the boy, Tristan had to think for a minute. "I think that's Tyler Jones," Tristan said, racking his brain for the boy's name. "He's on the hockey team."
Rory nodded but looked confused. Why was he talking to Paris? More importantly, why was Paris talking to him? She looked as if she was flirting... a lot. But that couldn't be, could it? She had Jamie...
Snapping out of her thoughts, she realized that she was now standing in front of Paris. Tristan wrapped his arm around Rory's waist while nodding his head to Tyler.
"Hey Paris! Hi boy with Paris..." Rory said, smiling warmly at the boy and throwing Paris a 'who is this and why are you smiling so much' smile.
"Hey Rory, Tristan. You know Tyler, right?" Paris asked, directing the question at Tristan.
"Yeah, sure. We played hockey together freshman year. How you doin' Jones?" Tristan asked, then adding, "This is my girlfriend Rory Gilmore. Ror, this is Tyler Jones." Tristan said, although he had already told her that.
Extending her hand, Rory smiled. "It's nice meeting you Tyler. Paris, you wanted to meet me this morning?" She asked, turning her attention back to Paris.
"Oh, right. I was wondering if you would take over the dance committee meeting this afternoon. I would have asked you later today, but I'm leaving at eleven, and that's when the first class we have together is..." Rory said, shifting her gaze to Madeline and Louise who were coming down the hall towards them.
"Oh... well, I had plans, but I'm sure I can change them..." Rory said, throwing a quizzical glance in Tristan's direction. "You have practice tonight, don't you Tris? So you can pick me up afterwards...?" Rory asked.
"What time is the meeting supposed to be over?" Tristan asked, trying to remember what time his football practice would be over.
"Oh, well it doesn't start until 3:30, so probably 5..." Rory said. "Hey Maddy, Louise." Rory added when the duo reached them.
"Hey." The two girls said in unison.
"Yeah, I can take you home, practice doesn't get over until 5:30 though so looks like you'll get to wait for me for once." Tristan smirked, leaning down to kiss Rory on the cheek. Rolling her eyes, Rory stepped out of Tristan's embrace to open her locker.
"Okay, so that's settled... Maddy, Louise, you two are on the dance committee, right?" Rory asked, turning her attention to the girls.
"Yes, unfortunately..." Louise said, throwing a glance in Paris' direction.
Laughing, Rory shut her locker and back into Tristan's arms. A few moments later, the bell rang signaling the first class of the day's start in 4 minutes. Saying goodbye to Madeline, Louise, Paris, and Matt, Rory and Tristan were on their way down the hallway.
Later on that day during lunch, Rory was sitting with Tristan and his friends, her headphones on and her nose stuck in a book. She was tapping her finger to Sum 41's Still Waiting while reading Pride and Prejudice once again.
Tristan's arm was snaked around Rory's waist while he talked to his friends. Looking at the end of the table, he noticed Shane Walker staring at Rory. He seemed as he if he were in a trance. Tristan nudged Jarett and whispered into his ear. "Tell me that Walker is not openly drooling over MY girlfriend."
At the other end of the table, Hunter Lawrence nudged Shane. "Shane, what are you doing?" Hunter asked, following his gaze.
Looking up, Shane looked a little startled. "What? Oh, nothing..." Shane said, although he couldn't help but turn his head to look at Rory once again.
"Well, you need to stop looking at Rory like that because DuGrey looks like he's going to tear your eyes at as slowly and painfully as possible." Hunter told him, returning to his lunch and his conversation with Austin Green.
Across the cafeteria, Summer Atwood was staring at the back of Tristan DuGrey's head.
"Shannon, tell me... what does Rory Gilmore have that I don't?" Summer asked with disgust.
"Besides her virginity?" Shannon asked, laughing at her own joke. She stopped laughing immediately after she caught the look on Summer's face. "Oh... heh, I don't know. Tristan's always been in love with her. Its not like she's ugly or anything, Summer." Shannon said, slightly confused.
Everyone in the school knew that Summer was still after Tristan. After the incident sophomore year, Summer had been trying to get back with Tristan. But Tristan had been all about Rory Gilmore. It was one of the reasons none of the girls had dared make friends with Rory. They all thought she was sweet and would be a great friend, but none of them wanted to cross Summer. Not that it mattered now, Tristan DuGrey's power was triple what Summer had. If Summer messed with Tristan's precious Rory, he'd have no problem making Summer a social outcast. Everyone at Chilton knew it, especially Summer and her clique of friends.
After Tristan walked Rory to class after lunch, he made his way across the hall to his 6th hour class. Noticing for the first time that he shared this class with Shane, Tristan set his books down on the desk besides Jarett and Josh, and made his way to the other side of the room.
Sitting on the desk in front of Shane, Tristan turned around to face him. "Shane, Walker, my man... that wouldn't have been you I saw checking out MY girlfriend at lunch today, was it?" Tristan asked, his voice turning from friendly to angry in three seconds flat.
At the mention of this, Shane's eyes widened and he seemed to have lost his voice. Shaking his head, he finally spit out, "No, DuGrey, wasn't me."
Tristan began to laugh as he motioned Jarett and Josh to come over there. Once they were over there, they surrounded him. Leaning down, Tristan growled. "Stay away from Rory, Walker. You don't want to mess with me."
Jarett and Josh leaned down and in unison whispered, "Don't fuck with us, Walker. Leave Rory alone, you don't want DuGrey on your case." Josh and Jarett began to walk away, when Jarett turned around and smirked. "Oh yeah... have a great day." Jarett said sarcastically, walking away to the other side of the room.
Shane couldn't believe the nerve of those guys. 'Sure you can... it's Tristan DuGrey and his clique. You're not even one of them Shane. They just keep you around because you are a good goalie... but Tristan doesn't deserve Rory...' Shane thought, glancing out the door the same time as Tristan DuGrey, both noticing a beautiful brunette walking down the hall heading towards the library with a few books.
As the final bell rang for the day, Tristan was yet again leaning against Rory's locker, no books in his grasps, his blazer already discarded.
Rory approached the locker with a smirk on her face. "Again... I ask... just how does he do it?" She asked in an announcer's voice. Shaking her head, Tristan's smirk firm on her face.
"Awe... don't you look cute with my smirk on your face...?" Tristan asked, mirroring the smirk on Rory's face.
"I look cute anyway DuGrey." Rory said, feigning hurt.
Smiling, Tristan backed Rory into her locker, his hands on either side of her hips. Smirking, he leaned down and captured her mouth with his own. Rory thanked god that she was pressed against the locker, because she knew her legs were about to give out. Only Tristan could kiss her and turn her legs into jelly. Tristan pulled away moments later and smiled when he heard Rory whimper from the loss of his lips on hers.
Moving his lips from her mouth to her hear, Tristan whispered. "I have football practice..." Tristan kissed Rory on the cheek and began to walk away.
Tristan was walking down the hallway backwards, smiling at Rory. "See you on the field Gilmore." He winked at her, and then was gone.
The dance committee meeting had let out early, so Rory stopped at her locker to grab her headphones and a book before heading out to the football field.
Settling onto the bleachers outside the school, Rory easily spotted Tristan. Smiling, she couldn't help but follow his every move with her eyes. As if he could feel her eyes on him, his head instantly shot up and grinned as he saw her watching him. After a small wave and a wink, he returned to his practice.
Rory picked up her book to read, but quickly decided against it. Leaning back, she pressed play on her CD player and let Liz Phair's voice fill her ears...
Get a load of me, get a load of you
Walkin' down the street, and I hardly know you
It's just like we were meant to be
Holding hands with you, and we're out at night
Got a girlfriend, you say it isn't right
And I've got someone waiting too
This is, this is just the beginning
We're already wet, and we're gonna go swimming
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it
So tell me
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Isn't this the best part of breakin' up
Finding someone else you can't get enough of
Someone who wants to be with you too
It's an itch we know we are gonna scratch
Gonna take a while for this egg to hatch
But wouldn't it be beautiful
Here we are, we're at the beginning
We haven't fucked yet, but heads spinning
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it
So tell me
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
I'd love for you to make me wonder
Where it's goin'
I'd love for you to pull me under
Somethin's growin'
for this that we can control
Baby I am dyin'
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it
So tell me
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you