AN: Hey guys!! It's me again, and I'm kind of sad.I feel so bad for the
Columbia Space Shuttle disaster, and my heart goes out to all the people
that have left us, and to there family and friends who are still here.
'___' Means thinking. Here's the next installment of my story; have fun!
Oh, by the way, a big thanks to sweetdreams22 for being so nice! I don't really know if Jess looks like a chicken but all right.. I have to give another BIG thanks to my best guy friend, Steven! He's so nice in dealing with me!! He was the one who gave me the descriptions of both cars. I'm like: I need a good boy car and girl car!! He was like: O-Kay.. But anyway, thank you so much Steve; you're the greatest!!
Chapter 8:
After the curtain went down Rory bolted backstage. She was a little dizzy, and not sure why. 'Oh, God, what's wrong with me? How come I always get like this near Tristan?' Rory thought aloud. Because you like him, a little voice inside her brain said. 'I do not. Do too. Do not! Do too! Do not!! Do too!! Okay wait! What am I doing? I'm arguing with myself. How can I be arguing with myself?!?!?! Oh, God! I'm turning into Lorelei. Okay breathe Rory, breathe. That's always a good solution.'
While Rory had been arguing with herself, Tristan had left his place on the stage and went to go see where Rory had gone off. 'I hope she's all right.' After about ten minutes of searching and still no Rory, he went to ask Jess for assistance. He found him with Paris, how should you say, in a very "NICE" looking position. Jess had Paris up against the wall with both hands on either side of her head. ' I guess he's getting a nice congrats.' Tristan jogged over to where Jess and Paris were, interrupting their little rendezvous.
"Not now..!" Jess said, more than a little annoyed.
"But I can't find Rory!" Tristan stated, worry apparent in his voice.
"She's probably off looking for Lorelei. Don't sweat it, Dude." Jess said, then turn back to Paris to finish what he started.
"Ahhh! For once in you're life can you not act like me and stop being a sex driven pig? Maybe Rory's in trouble.. What if she needs us?" Tristan screamed.
"Rory's a big girl; she can handle it.." Jess mimicked Tristan.
"Fine! I'll go look for her and you can stay here with Paris doing GOD KNOWS WHAT!!!" Tristan screamed once again. "Oh.. Hey.. Paris." Tristan said this in a more subdued manner, since he knew what was about to come.
"God knows what, Tristan? Who do you think I am? Louise? My God!" Paris fumed.
"Paris..NO..I didn't say that! I'm sorry; I'm just worried about Rory and Hugh Hefner over here isn't helping." While saying this, Tristan gave Jess a pointed glare.
"Don't worry, Tris. You'll find Rory. What? With those Boy Scout classes you took? Oh, wait.. Didn't you get kicked out of that? Now how on earth did that happen?" Paris was good at revenge.
"PARIS!" Tristan was turning bright red.
"Wasn't it that incident with wanting to build a club house in a bear's den? That couldn't have been you..
"I was SEVEN! It's not my fault.." Tristan whined.
"Oh, I believe you Wilderness Boy, I believe you." Paris mocked him.
"That's it! I'm going to look for Rory.. ALONE!" Tristan said in an English accent.
"Who's next? Don Corlione? (an: Guy 4rm the God Father.)
"Are you talkin' to me? Are YOU, talkin' to ME?" Tristan joked
"Neglected boyfriend, here.." Jess said
"Oh, sorry sweets." Paris went up and started kissing Jess.
After about five minutes with them still going at it, Tristan decided it was best to go look for Rory on his own. So he searched high and low; everywhere he could think. He was just about ready to give up.. But then, he saw that the door leading outside was open. He walked up, peeked his head through, and then decided he needed some fresh air. He ambled on to the football field and sat down on the bleachers. The night was so peaceful, and he just sat there admiring it. He looked over at this huge oak tree, and underneath was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Rory-his Rory- was sitting there reading a book, so oblivious to anything else. He crept up behind her and..
"Hey Mary." Tristan said trademark smirk present as always.
"Hey Triscut." Rory teased, with a smirk almost identical to his own.
"Very funny.. You got me." Tristan said
"I'm sorry! I couldn't resist.." Rory apologized.
"Rory?" Tristan asked.
"Hmm?" Rory said.
"There's supposed to be this really cool party tonight at Mike's house. Wanna go?" Tristan asked her in a pleading voice.
"Well.. I'm not sure. I'd have to ask if I-" But Tristan cut her off.
"I already checked with Lorelei. She said that it was okay. Plus, Jess and Paris are gonna go. So you won't be stuck with me all night if that's what you're thinking." Tristan said half kidding.
"Tris.. What do you mean "Stuck with you"? I love spending time with you!" Rory said, trying to make him understand.
"Really?" He said, his voice full of hope.
"Yes, of course.. You're one of my best friends!" She said.
'DAMNIT!!' Tristan thought.
"But, to answer your question.. I think it would be a great idea if we go to the party. Come on!! Which car do we take?" Rory said happily.
"Mine, I guess." Tristan said, but he was kind of scared cause he could just see the little wheels turning in Rory's head.
"Can I-" Rory started, but Tristan cut her off with..
"NOO WAY! You're not driving." Tristan ran to his car and was sort of shielding it from her. It was his baby; his only love- besides Rory, of course, but the competition came close and the sad fact is.. His car was number 1.
"Why not?!?!" Rory whined.
"Because.. Because.. Cause.. Just because!" Tristan stammered.
"Boys and their cars.." Rory said disapprovingly.
But even she had to admit it was a cool car. Even though she had a 2002 mecedes-benz c32AMG, supercharged and inter-cooled (3.2 liter) with 349 horsepower at 6100 rpm, 5 speed automatic that went from 0- 60 in 5 seconds, she still thought that the relationship with guys and their cars was a little much. Back to his car: a silver 2003 Porsche 911 GT2 with 456 horsepower at 5000 rpm. All she could do was gape at it! He started laughing.
"Oh.. my.. GOD! I cannot believe you have this car! It's like $300,000, as opposed to mine, which is just $50,000. I can see why you don't want me to drive this. I can see if you don't even want to drive this! Oh, this car is SWEET!" Rory was at a loss for words.
"It's no big deal, Ror." Tristan just shrugged it off. "Okay, you can stop drooling now." He teased.
"Pffff!!" Rory stuck her tongue out at Tristan.
"Kindergarten flashback.." Tristan teased again.
"Just get in the car, big meanie." Said Rory.
Tristan was about to let another comment slip out of his mouth, but decided against it. He was to chill with Rory tonight, and he didn't want it to be uncomfortable for either of the two.
They finally decided to go in Rory's car, but Tristan still drove.
When they got to Mike's house, the party was in full swing. Rory was getting into it; she loved the music and had never been in this sort of atmosphere before. She thought it was cool. The dynamic duo then went their separate ways for a while. At first, everything was going great.. But then all hell broke lose. Rory was just by the bar, minding her own business, sipping a coke. She had noticed this guy had been eyeing her; he had been doing it for a while, and at first she didn't think much of it. But now he had this leering look on his face while he was approaching her. She just looked the other way, until she felt something grab her around the waist. This guy, Rory now saw was Mike, the one holding the party and the guy who was "Arthur" in the play. Now, he was nice and all, but she didn't see him as the boyfriend type. He didn't seem to get that.. Back to Rory's situation though: Being more than a little perturbed by Mike's actions, she spun around and gave him the evil eye.
"Excuse me.. What is your problem?" said Rory, very annoyed.
" Oh, come on, baby. You know you want some of this.." Mike leered.
" Oh my GOD! That was the corniest line I have EVER heard." Rory was laughing hysterically.
" It wasn't a line, and it wasn't corny.. I'm serious." Mike said, smirk present.
"No.. You're drunk, and I'm not interested." Rory deadpanned.
"We'll see about that.." Mike said.
He had this look in his eye that Rory instantly didn't like. Rory hadn't noticed she was backing away from him, but she finally did when she reached the corner. There was literally no way out. Rory tried to calm herself, but was failing miserably. Mike kept coming toward her with this cocky air. He finally reached her, and put his hands on her hips, pushed her against the wall, and started to kiss her neck. Rory desperately tried to get away, but it was no use. He was BIG, at least 6 feet and pushing 200 lbs, and she knew she was under his power now. But Rory still had fight in her, and wouldn't give up just yet..
"Get away from me!" Rory screamed. No one heard her, and Mike was definitely not paying her any attention. By now he had moved to her to her collarbone, and then up to her cheek, where he tasted salty tears of pure distress. Yet he was a sex driven pig, and didn't care how she felt. He wanted to get in her pants and that was it.
"I swear, if you don't get away from me right NOW I'll.. I'll-" Rory said before Mike interrupted with
"What? You'll slap me? Like that's gonna do anything. Get over it. I'm the boss, and you can't do anything about it!" Mike said harshly.
This made Rory cry even harder, because she didn't want the worst to happen. 'Oh my God. This can't happen! Please don't let this happen!' Rory screamed in her head. She felt dizzy, but she knew she had to hold on and keep fighting; it was the ONLY way. After some more struggling, Rory was beat, spent. She didn't know what to do anymore, but in the weakest possible voice imaginable, she let out one name..
AN: Okay, I'm sorry to leave you hanging like this. But I will update soon since I have finished all my schoolwork and I'm bored with this chapter already. So, here, I give you this, but to get the rest you have to: Press the purple button and give me FIVE NICE reviews! Sorry, but I like my reviews as much as the next gal. So, give it to me, and you get a treat. Good reviewers.. Mwa, aMaNdA
Oh, by the way, a big thanks to sweetdreams22 for being so nice! I don't really know if Jess looks like a chicken but all right.. I have to give another BIG thanks to my best guy friend, Steven! He's so nice in dealing with me!! He was the one who gave me the descriptions of both cars. I'm like: I need a good boy car and girl car!! He was like: O-Kay.. But anyway, thank you so much Steve; you're the greatest!!
Chapter 8:
After the curtain went down Rory bolted backstage. She was a little dizzy, and not sure why. 'Oh, God, what's wrong with me? How come I always get like this near Tristan?' Rory thought aloud. Because you like him, a little voice inside her brain said. 'I do not. Do too. Do not! Do too! Do not!! Do too!! Okay wait! What am I doing? I'm arguing with myself. How can I be arguing with myself?!?!?! Oh, God! I'm turning into Lorelei. Okay breathe Rory, breathe. That's always a good solution.'
While Rory had been arguing with herself, Tristan had left his place on the stage and went to go see where Rory had gone off. 'I hope she's all right.' After about ten minutes of searching and still no Rory, he went to ask Jess for assistance. He found him with Paris, how should you say, in a very "NICE" looking position. Jess had Paris up against the wall with both hands on either side of her head. ' I guess he's getting a nice congrats.' Tristan jogged over to where Jess and Paris were, interrupting their little rendezvous.
"Not now..!" Jess said, more than a little annoyed.
"But I can't find Rory!" Tristan stated, worry apparent in his voice.
"She's probably off looking for Lorelei. Don't sweat it, Dude." Jess said, then turn back to Paris to finish what he started.
"Ahhh! For once in you're life can you not act like me and stop being a sex driven pig? Maybe Rory's in trouble.. What if she needs us?" Tristan screamed.
"Rory's a big girl; she can handle it.." Jess mimicked Tristan.
"Fine! I'll go look for her and you can stay here with Paris doing GOD KNOWS WHAT!!!" Tristan screamed once again. "Oh.. Hey.. Paris." Tristan said this in a more subdued manner, since he knew what was about to come.
"God knows what, Tristan? Who do you think I am? Louise? My God!" Paris fumed.
"Paris..NO..I didn't say that! I'm sorry; I'm just worried about Rory and Hugh Hefner over here isn't helping." While saying this, Tristan gave Jess a pointed glare.
"Don't worry, Tris. You'll find Rory. What? With those Boy Scout classes you took? Oh, wait.. Didn't you get kicked out of that? Now how on earth did that happen?" Paris was good at revenge.
"PARIS!" Tristan was turning bright red.
"Wasn't it that incident with wanting to build a club house in a bear's den? That couldn't have been you..
"I was SEVEN! It's not my fault.." Tristan whined.
"Oh, I believe you Wilderness Boy, I believe you." Paris mocked him.
"That's it! I'm going to look for Rory.. ALONE!" Tristan said in an English accent.
"Who's next? Don Corlione? (an: Guy 4rm the God Father.)
"Are you talkin' to me? Are YOU, talkin' to ME?" Tristan joked
"Neglected boyfriend, here.." Jess said
"Oh, sorry sweets." Paris went up and started kissing Jess.
After about five minutes with them still going at it, Tristan decided it was best to go look for Rory on his own. So he searched high and low; everywhere he could think. He was just about ready to give up.. But then, he saw that the door leading outside was open. He walked up, peeked his head through, and then decided he needed some fresh air. He ambled on to the football field and sat down on the bleachers. The night was so peaceful, and he just sat there admiring it. He looked over at this huge oak tree, and underneath was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Rory-his Rory- was sitting there reading a book, so oblivious to anything else. He crept up behind her and..
"Hey Mary." Tristan said trademark smirk present as always.
"Hey Triscut." Rory teased, with a smirk almost identical to his own.
"Very funny.. You got me." Tristan said
"I'm sorry! I couldn't resist.." Rory apologized.
"Rory?" Tristan asked.
"Hmm?" Rory said.
"There's supposed to be this really cool party tonight at Mike's house. Wanna go?" Tristan asked her in a pleading voice.
"Well.. I'm not sure. I'd have to ask if I-" But Tristan cut her off.
"I already checked with Lorelei. She said that it was okay. Plus, Jess and Paris are gonna go. So you won't be stuck with me all night if that's what you're thinking." Tristan said half kidding.
"Tris.. What do you mean "Stuck with you"? I love spending time with you!" Rory said, trying to make him understand.
"Really?" He said, his voice full of hope.
"Yes, of course.. You're one of my best friends!" She said.
'DAMNIT!!' Tristan thought.
"But, to answer your question.. I think it would be a great idea if we go to the party. Come on!! Which car do we take?" Rory said happily.
"Mine, I guess." Tristan said, but he was kind of scared cause he could just see the little wheels turning in Rory's head.
"Can I-" Rory started, but Tristan cut her off with..
"NOO WAY! You're not driving." Tristan ran to his car and was sort of shielding it from her. It was his baby; his only love- besides Rory, of course, but the competition came close and the sad fact is.. His car was number 1.
"Why not?!?!" Rory whined.
"Because.. Because.. Cause.. Just because!" Tristan stammered.
"Boys and their cars.." Rory said disapprovingly.
But even she had to admit it was a cool car. Even though she had a 2002 mecedes-benz c32AMG, supercharged and inter-cooled (3.2 liter) with 349 horsepower at 6100 rpm, 5 speed automatic that went from 0- 60 in 5 seconds, she still thought that the relationship with guys and their cars was a little much. Back to his car: a silver 2003 Porsche 911 GT2 with 456 horsepower at 5000 rpm. All she could do was gape at it! He started laughing.
"Oh.. my.. GOD! I cannot believe you have this car! It's like $300,000, as opposed to mine, which is just $50,000. I can see why you don't want me to drive this. I can see if you don't even want to drive this! Oh, this car is SWEET!" Rory was at a loss for words.
"It's no big deal, Ror." Tristan just shrugged it off. "Okay, you can stop drooling now." He teased.
"Pffff!!" Rory stuck her tongue out at Tristan.
"Kindergarten flashback.." Tristan teased again.
"Just get in the car, big meanie." Said Rory.
Tristan was about to let another comment slip out of his mouth, but decided against it. He was to chill with Rory tonight, and he didn't want it to be uncomfortable for either of the two.
They finally decided to go in Rory's car, but Tristan still drove.
When they got to Mike's house, the party was in full swing. Rory was getting into it; she loved the music and had never been in this sort of atmosphere before. She thought it was cool. The dynamic duo then went their separate ways for a while. At first, everything was going great.. But then all hell broke lose. Rory was just by the bar, minding her own business, sipping a coke. She had noticed this guy had been eyeing her; he had been doing it for a while, and at first she didn't think much of it. But now he had this leering look on his face while he was approaching her. She just looked the other way, until she felt something grab her around the waist. This guy, Rory now saw was Mike, the one holding the party and the guy who was "Arthur" in the play. Now, he was nice and all, but she didn't see him as the boyfriend type. He didn't seem to get that.. Back to Rory's situation though: Being more than a little perturbed by Mike's actions, she spun around and gave him the evil eye.
"Excuse me.. What is your problem?" said Rory, very annoyed.
" Oh, come on, baby. You know you want some of this.." Mike leered.
" Oh my GOD! That was the corniest line I have EVER heard." Rory was laughing hysterically.
" It wasn't a line, and it wasn't corny.. I'm serious." Mike said, smirk present.
"No.. You're drunk, and I'm not interested." Rory deadpanned.
"We'll see about that.." Mike said.
He had this look in his eye that Rory instantly didn't like. Rory hadn't noticed she was backing away from him, but she finally did when she reached the corner. There was literally no way out. Rory tried to calm herself, but was failing miserably. Mike kept coming toward her with this cocky air. He finally reached her, and put his hands on her hips, pushed her against the wall, and started to kiss her neck. Rory desperately tried to get away, but it was no use. He was BIG, at least 6 feet and pushing 200 lbs, and she knew she was under his power now. But Rory still had fight in her, and wouldn't give up just yet..
"Get away from me!" Rory screamed. No one heard her, and Mike was definitely not paying her any attention. By now he had moved to her to her collarbone, and then up to her cheek, where he tasted salty tears of pure distress. Yet he was a sex driven pig, and didn't care how she felt. He wanted to get in her pants and that was it.
"I swear, if you don't get away from me right NOW I'll.. I'll-" Rory said before Mike interrupted with
"What? You'll slap me? Like that's gonna do anything. Get over it. I'm the boss, and you can't do anything about it!" Mike said harshly.
This made Rory cry even harder, because she didn't want the worst to happen. 'Oh my God. This can't happen! Please don't let this happen!' Rory screamed in her head. She felt dizzy, but she knew she had to hold on and keep fighting; it was the ONLY way. After some more struggling, Rory was beat, spent. She didn't know what to do anymore, but in the weakest possible voice imaginable, she let out one name..
AN: Okay, I'm sorry to leave you hanging like this. But I will update soon since I have finished all my schoolwork and I'm bored with this chapter already. So, here, I give you this, but to get the rest you have to: Press the purple button and give me FIVE NICE reviews! Sorry, but I like my reviews as much as the next gal. So, give it to me, and you get a treat. Good reviewers.. Mwa, aMaNdA