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Sorry it's been so long, I've been busy with school and had a case of writers block. But I have strap throat and had to stay home today, so I had a chance to write. I've rewritten this chapter like ten times and I'm still not sure that I like it. So please review and tell me what you think. Thanks to all those who have already reviewed.
Chapter Three: Tutoring Sessions
"Hello?" I said into an intercom thing. I was standing outside a gate that protected a huge house where I was suppose to meet my new tutor. I knew I could catch up on my own, but unlike at Chilton, they wanted to guarantee that everyone passed at this school. "This is Rachel Davis, I was told to come here for a tutoring session."
"Come right in, the door's unlocked. I'll be in the living room." The voice said as the gate started opening.
"Okay, kind of creepy." I said as I walked to the house. I opened the door and stepped through the foyer into a large and luxurious living room. The guy stood up and started walking over to me.
"Hi, I guess I'm your tutor. I figured we should start with English, next do advanced bio, then go into Calculus, and if we have time, AP American Studies." He said. I finally looked up as he motioned for me to sit down. *OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!! That's Tristan Dugrey! What if he recognizes me? What if...? Oh, yeah, I look completely different. I'm sure he wouldn't remember me well enough to recognize me now. Lane probably couldn't recognize me now and she's known me since I was five. * I thought, trying to rationalize with myself.
"So where did you say you were from?" He asked.
"Sta......Bedford, Indiana." I answered nervously. *C'mon Rory, you almost said Stars Hollow; you've got to calm down. * I reminded myself.
"Oh, sounds nice, small town?"
"Uhh, not really that small, but I guess it could be considered small, I mean not as small as others, but small when compared to bigger cities." *Shut up Rory! You're Babbling. * He smirked.
"So, your suppose to do a report on your favorite author. Mention tactics they use to keep you interested in their stories, the authors history and upbringing, and why they are your favorite author."
"Ok, that sounds simple enough."
"Yeah, it sounds simple, except that each section has to be five pages long, which can be a little hard if you like an uninteresting author." He said with a smirk.
"I'm sure Jane Austin has an interesting past." I said confidently. His eyes shot up and looked into mine for a couple seconds. I saw recognition in his. *Oh, crap am I screwed. * I thought.
"I'm sure she's an interesting author." He said, in an even tone. If he knew something he definitely wasn't showing it. "What's the best book you think she wrote?" He said reading from a homework sheet.
"Pride and Prejudice, I just love how it portrays the initial misunderstandings and later mutual enlightenment between Elizabeth Bennet and Darcy." I stated. "That's an interesting way of putting it." He said, trying to look in my eyes. I kept my face to the floor, where our books lay. "Yeah, I'm told I go a little too much into detail sometimes." I said, trying to sound normal. He sat just observing me. "Well," he finally said, "at least you don't have to worry about falling English, from what I've seen of you so far. Of course, only a Mary would feel so strong about a certain book."
"A what?" I asked, pretending to be confused. He searched my face for answers. I did my best too look even more confused.
"Oh, just a little nickname that I give to people who seem really smart." He said, as if giving up on me.
"Oh, that's...." I was cut off by the butterflies stating to rise in my stomach.
.
Tristan couldn't take it any more. He was pretty much confident that this was Rory. But he only knew one way to be sure.
"Oh, that's...." He cut her off by grabbing her face and kissing her passionately. The all too familiar feelings started rising in his stomach, just like they had at Madeline's party. She finally pushed him off, lightly.
"I knew it was you." He said.
Rory didn't know what to do. Play dumb? Tell him the truth? She wasn't even too sure of the truth; her mother was very vague on the details as to why they had to leave. And she couldn't give him a direct answer. Run away again? She was sick of running and did not want to have to move and change her appearance again. She was almost positive that Tristan could be trusted. Sure, he was a huge jerk, but he did seem to come around right before he left. She realized he was speaking to her.
"Rory, are you okay?" He asked softly.
"Yes, I'm fine." I said deciding to go with the truth.
"Do you want to tell me what's going on? I was a tad bit surprised to see you in North Carolina with blond hair and a new name."
"We had to leave, it-it wasn't safe anymore." I said. Tears were coming into my eyes.
"Why wasn't what safe?"
"They were going to come after her again. We had to get out."
"Rory, what are you talking about?"
To be continued...
Please Review.
Sorry it's been so long, I've been busy with school and had a case of writers block. But I have strap throat and had to stay home today, so I had a chance to write. I've rewritten this chapter like ten times and I'm still not sure that I like it. So please review and tell me what you think. Thanks to all those who have already reviewed.
Chapter Three: Tutoring Sessions
"Hello?" I said into an intercom thing. I was standing outside a gate that protected a huge house where I was suppose to meet my new tutor. I knew I could catch up on my own, but unlike at Chilton, they wanted to guarantee that everyone passed at this school. "This is Rachel Davis, I was told to come here for a tutoring session."
"Come right in, the door's unlocked. I'll be in the living room." The voice said as the gate started opening.
"Okay, kind of creepy." I said as I walked to the house. I opened the door and stepped through the foyer into a large and luxurious living room. The guy stood up and started walking over to me.
"Hi, I guess I'm your tutor. I figured we should start with English, next do advanced bio, then go into Calculus, and if we have time, AP American Studies." He said. I finally looked up as he motioned for me to sit down. *OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!! That's Tristan Dugrey! What if he recognizes me? What if...? Oh, yeah, I look completely different. I'm sure he wouldn't remember me well enough to recognize me now. Lane probably couldn't recognize me now and she's known me since I was five. * I thought, trying to rationalize with myself.
"So where did you say you were from?" He asked.
"Sta......Bedford, Indiana." I answered nervously. *C'mon Rory, you almost said Stars Hollow; you've got to calm down. * I reminded myself.
"Oh, sounds nice, small town?"
"Uhh, not really that small, but I guess it could be considered small, I mean not as small as others, but small when compared to bigger cities." *Shut up Rory! You're Babbling. * He smirked.
"So, your suppose to do a report on your favorite author. Mention tactics they use to keep you interested in their stories, the authors history and upbringing, and why they are your favorite author."
"Ok, that sounds simple enough."
"Yeah, it sounds simple, except that each section has to be five pages long, which can be a little hard if you like an uninteresting author." He said with a smirk.
"I'm sure Jane Austin has an interesting past." I said confidently. His eyes shot up and looked into mine for a couple seconds. I saw recognition in his. *Oh, crap am I screwed. * I thought.
"I'm sure she's an interesting author." He said, in an even tone. If he knew something he definitely wasn't showing it. "What's the best book you think she wrote?" He said reading from a homework sheet.
"Pride and Prejudice, I just love how it portrays the initial misunderstandings and later mutual enlightenment between Elizabeth Bennet and Darcy." I stated. "That's an interesting way of putting it." He said, trying to look in my eyes. I kept my face to the floor, where our books lay. "Yeah, I'm told I go a little too much into detail sometimes." I said, trying to sound normal. He sat just observing me. "Well," he finally said, "at least you don't have to worry about falling English, from what I've seen of you so far. Of course, only a Mary would feel so strong about a certain book."
"A what?" I asked, pretending to be confused. He searched my face for answers. I did my best too look even more confused.
"Oh, just a little nickname that I give to people who seem really smart." He said, as if giving up on me.
"Oh, that's...." I was cut off by the butterflies stating to rise in my stomach.
.
Tristan couldn't take it any more. He was pretty much confident that this was Rory. But he only knew one way to be sure.
"Oh, that's...." He cut her off by grabbing her face and kissing her passionately. The all too familiar feelings started rising in his stomach, just like they had at Madeline's party. She finally pushed him off, lightly.
"I knew it was you." He said.
Rory didn't know what to do. Play dumb? Tell him the truth? She wasn't even too sure of the truth; her mother was very vague on the details as to why they had to leave. And she couldn't give him a direct answer. Run away again? She was sick of running and did not want to have to move and change her appearance again. She was almost positive that Tristan could be trusted. Sure, he was a huge jerk, but he did seem to come around right before he left. She realized he was speaking to her.
"Rory, are you okay?" He asked softly.
"Yes, I'm fine." I said deciding to go with the truth.
"Do you want to tell me what's going on? I was a tad bit surprised to see you in North Carolina with blond hair and a new name."
"We had to leave, it-it wasn't safe anymore." I said. Tears were coming into my eyes.
"Why wasn't what safe?"
"They were going to come after her again. We had to get out."
"Rory, what are you talking about?"
To be continued...
Please Review.