Second Chances – Part 7 [Arrogant but Sweet]
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She looked at him, shock and bewilderment apparent on her crimson face. She continued to blush deeply, refusing to meet his piercing eyes. Rory set the eleven delicate roses onto her deep brown, worn out desk, stacking drawings to occupy herself. Still, she felt his gaze on her body, lingering longingly over her figure. Breathing a long, deep breath, she stood to her feet, exiting her oblivious noisy classroom. Placing her hands on her hips, she looked at him expectantly.
"How do you know Timmy?" was the first question to escape her pink lips.
"Child of a client of mine," he answered quickly.
"Well," she started; brushing strands of her hair behind her ears "Explain yourself."
"Explain myself? Are you not the least bit grateful… perhaps maybe even thankful?" he questioned.
"I would be if the circumstances were different," Rory replied, answering his question with complete certainty.
"I should at least receive a thank you. I went through great lengths to do this for you, and Tristan DuGray never…" Tristan said, grinning broadly.
Rory let out a frustrated cry "Must you be so damn arrogant?" she interrupted.
"Do you teach your students with that mouth?" he quipped, hiding his smirk.
"I see you haven't changed."
"Of course. I'm still handsome and charming."
"Nope, you haven't changed one bit," she bit her bottom lip.
"It was a joke."
"Yes well, it wasn't very amusing now was it?"
"I thought it was."
"You would, wouldn't you?"
Tristan laughed, "I kid once again Mary, relax."
Rory went rigid at the mention of the name. Her face became emotionless, inwardly trapping the tears that threatened to cascade down her cheek "Thank you… for the flowers."
"Wait," Tristan called, grabbing her elbow, stopping her in her tracks.
"Yes?" she turned her head.
"I think that well – we need to talk. Maybe we should arrange a date… time?"
"I'm sorry," Rory sighed, "I can't."
"May I ask why?"
"I'm busy," she answered immediately.
"I can always tell when you're lying," he said, not buying her so-called excuse.
Rory groaned, her hands glued to her sides "I just feel that we have nothing to talk about."
"And I beg to differ" he argued, "We have plenty of things to talk about."
"No," Rory yelled loudly "There is nothing more to talk about, I've told you all that you need to know about Jess' case."
"This," he whispered harshly "Is not about the Mariano case… it's…" he swallowed "about us."
"What us?" Rory said softly "There is no us… that was seven years ago."
She looked away, refusing to meet his heart-broken eyes, fearful that he would see that same emotion in her own.
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She threw her half eaten brownie to the floor, tears falling freely from her sad blue eyes. She forced a little laugh, looking at Lane, feeling a little embarrassed. "I haven't cried in years," she whispered, playing with the hem of her shirt.
"It's okay to cry once in a while," Lane soothed softly, handing her tissue.
"How pathetic is it crying over a guy?" Rory muttered.
"It's not pathetic… at all."
"He thinks he can just waltz back into my life? Just like that?" Rory asked loudly, glaring at the white wall.
"Well, do you want him in your life?"
"What?"
Lane rolled her eyes "Do you?"
"No… of course… what kind of question…" Rory stuttered, at a loss for words.
"Answer," Lane hid her grin.
"No," Rory finally answered, her eyes bore an invisible hole through the floor.
"Your mom was right," Lane laughed loudly.
"About?"
"You, my friend," Lane directed her licorice toward her friend "Cannot, and I repeat, cannot lie."
"I lie perfectly fine, thank you."
Lane continued to laugh "You can't… oh my sides… oww… no need to get violent," she mumbled, throwing the pillow on the floor.
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"Lane, can you get that?" Rory called, looking for the chocolate in the freezer.
Lane skipped to the door, her ensemble consisted of pink hot pants and a green boa. Lane opened the door slowly, playing with the tickling feathers. "Yes?" Lane looked up, her jaw dropping to the floor.
"Hi," he looked the woman up and down, quirking an eyebrow "Is Rory home by any chance?"
"Yes," Lane said "I'll get her. I'm Lane by the way."
"Tristan… Tristan Du-"
"DuGray," Rory's voice dripped with anger.
"Yes that's it, slipped my mind," he coughed to hide his chuckle.
"Can you excuse us Lane?"
"Well umm, yes, okay."
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"Why are you here again?"
"I've come to talk."
"Did you not hear or just refused to listen to what I told you earlier today?" Rory asked.
"I simply forgot. Care to enlighten me once again?"
Rory rolled her eyes "I don't want to talk to you. Stop coming here… if you come here once again I'll send Missy after you. Do you not understand yet?"
Tristan shook his head, breathing slowly.
"Honestly… things cannot go back to where they were seven years ago," Rory answered.
"You have your mind set on this, don't you?"
Rory nodded cautiously.
"There's nothing I can do to change your mind?"
"No."
"Forgive me Mary," he licked his lips, stepping closer to her.
He didn't give her time to respond. His soft lips sought after hers, kissing her delicately. The kiss was soft, feather like. Ever so slowly, Rory hand's raked through his blond hair, bringing him closer.
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