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Chapter 3

Yeah it wasn't sure at all. Perhaps he would never succeed in conquering her heart. Perhaps it was hopeless. But why did she respond to his kiss? And not only yesterday. He was full of thoughts about her when he arrived at Chilton. How could he fix everything? And if he spoke to Paris and confessed her his lie...Yeah, that could definitely help...And with that resolution he headed to his first class. It would work. It had to work.

At the lunch, he looked for her. She was sitting with Louise and Madeline.

"Paris, can I speak to you, please?" She was so surprised. She blushed a little. That made him feel sorry for her. He didn't ignore her attachment but there was nothing he could do about it. He had tried to go on a date with her but all night long, he just kept thinking about Rory. It couldn't work. And he had broken her heart.

" Paris, I just want to tell you that I lied about that concert thing. Rory never agreed on going with me. She would never accept such a thing."

" Tristan, why are you telling me that it's not you type."

" Not my type? Come on, Paris, do you really think that I'm such a jerk and that my only aim in my life is to make suffer everybody"

" Sorry, Tristan. I didn't mean.."

"That's ok, Paris. Don't be so hard with Ror. She isn't responsible."

" Tris, I can't promise you such a thing. I will see.. Anyway, what are you planning to do for the holidays?"

Holidays? Will he have holidays? He wasn't sure about that anymore. He wasn't sure about anything in fact.

" Beach, parties, cinemas..the usual. And you?"

"Oh, I was thinking about taking summer lessons"

" Jeez, when will you lead a normal teenage life, Paris!"

With those words, the bell rang. He had to go to his next lesson. He had made what was... right and j=he really hoped Rory would learn his move. Perhaps would she finally agree

He waited for her at the end of the day. Against the wall. She passed him without looking.

"I think that you need glasses, Mary" Again a jerk comment. When would he be more mature around her?

"No, Tristan. I perfectly noticed you. I just didn't feel like talking to you. And may I add that your case is worse than mine. Not memorizing a name after one year. You should see a doctor. Maybe are you suffering of amnesia.."

" Rory, don't worry. My brains are perfectly in order. Anyway, I was wondering whether you were planning to go to that concert with me"

"Oh yeah, PJ Harvey...Paris told me you confessed your professional status of lier. She even accepted to give me a chance in the Franklin next year. I was surprised at your gesture Tristan but.. but.. I can't make it."

" Why? "

" Tonight is the last day of school and I have the habit to party with my mother. To celebrate my refund freedom. We are watching three or four movies and eating so much junk food. And I don't want to miss it"

" Can't you postpone it Mare? You could say your mother that the sexiest boy on earth has invited you" NO. Everything was going fine. They were having a decent conversation but he has to ruin it with his cockiness. He was such a fool! He didn't miss Rory's change of expression. She was closing herself. And she was leaving." You are so immature. I don't know why I am loosing my time with you" In an impulse he took her arm.

" Rory, wait. I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm acting like that. It's just I was really looking forward to going to that concert with you. I bought the tickets for you. To please you."

She was puzzled. She looked at him with wonder. And when meeting his eyes, she blushed. Had she finally got it? Had she seen all his love in his eyes?

It would be a mystery for him. Bagboy made his entrance. Why was he always ruining everything? She would choose him. As she always did. And he wasn't wrong. She did choose him but that time, she didn't confess her hatred to him neither did she say "I love you" to that Dean guy.. And she observed him when he was leaving. Her eyes were expressing so much things. He couldn't analyse all her feelings. Definitely sorrow. Mixed with regrets?

That night, in his bed, he was still hurt. She would never be his . Unfortunately.. He had made progress today: she had forgiven him about his mistakes with Paris and she was hesitating about going or not. And she ... What was all that for? Even with all those better signs, the result hadn't changed. It was Dean her true love. And maybe, all that repeating stuff was only about that: making him accept that idea and turning the page.

" It's a beautiful day" he had to do it again. What could he change now?