The Twists and Turns of Life

A/N: Italics are people's thoughts, as you will figure out when you read this.

Chapter 3: Guys Suck

I just couldn't keep my big, fat mouth shut, could I? "Rory! Talk to me, please!" He started banging on the door to the girl's bathroom. No response. "Rory? Please?" The intensity of his voice died down slightly as he placed his head on the door.

Her sobs had somewhat subsided, but her mind was still screaming out accusations of her so-called 'best friend'. She didn't want to talk to him. She knew that he would try to explain himself to her, why he said such horrible and crude things about her, but she didn't want to hear it. He had hurt her so much with just those words. So she stayed quiet, huddled in a corner. At least I got to see what he's like at school.

* * *

She mentally slapped herself at the realization of what she just did. She spent the remainder of the school day just hidden in a stall, trying to figure out what she would tell her parents, how she would be able to be around Tristan anymore.

She walked out of the bathroom ten minutes before school was going to end and headed out to her car. She mindlessly threw her backpack in the passenger seat and turned on the engine. As she was about to drive off, she saw Tristan and the two guys she saw him with earlier, talking about her as if she wasn't even a person. She made a note to herself to never talk to those guys as Tristan brought his gaze up to her.

Her eyes were bloodshot and still teary. He saw the hurt that had spread throughout her whole body; hurt that he had caused. As he started to walk towards her car, she sped off.

* * *

"Mom?" Rory let out tiredly.

"In here!" She heard the call from the kitchen and immediately went to the coffee maker. She quietly got a cup and sat down across the table from her mother, eyes staring down at the coffee in her hands that she had yet to drink.

"How was the first day of-," as soon as she noticed her daughter's puffy eyes, she turned the conversation around.. "Sweetie, what's wrong?"

"Guys suck," was her only response.

"I think that's universal knowledge, but care to elaborate?"

"I went to go find Tristan during lunch today," she started slowly, "and I overheard him talking to a couple of his friends. They were talking about who was going to 'do me'," she said with pure disgust in her voice, "then Tristan said that he was going to be the one to 'bed me' and dump me by the end of next week. That's why guys suck." Her lips formed into a pout as she slumped down further into her chair.

"No!" Lorelai replied out of pure shock. "Why would he do that?"

Rory shrugged. "I don't know, but I know that I can't talk to him. So if he comes over, can you just tell him to go away?" Rory pleaded while finally looking up at her mother.

Lorelai was baffled. How could he do this to her? Lorelai nodded comfortingly at her daughter. "Of course."

Rory got up from her seat and kissed her mom on the cheek, handing her the coffee she didn't take a sip out of. She slowly made her way up the stairs to her room then went to her bed, seeking out a comfort that she knew wouldn't be there.