A/N: I just posted a new chapter, but the first review I got inspired me to make another post so soon. So you can thank whoever RoXxy, all you who wanted another chapter. Anyways, the last chapter was a little dim, and I hope you acknowledged that.

Disclaimer: Um, I own the plot, and... um... the school, and everything in it.

Summary: How will Rory and Tristan's marriage turn out, once it starts to fall apart?

A/N 2: well, I never really have anything to say in the A/N 2s except for saying that there will be no more A/Ns until the end, so enjoy!

Chapter 10: Cheating

Rory had to still be sick. She threw up again, for the next few mornings. Including this one. She didn't know what was going on with her. She never felt sick during the rest of the day.

And this fight also affected her eating habits. She ate more, and wanted to eat even more.

And when she came back... well, everything was the same. Tristan didn't come home until really late and left really early, and she never talked to him. He didn't even come to the school anymore. The kids were starting to ask what was wrong. And she could honestly tell them that she didn't know.

It had been a week, and it was Friday once again. But when she went home, he was already there. "Hey, what are you doing home so early?"

"I got let off for the day," he put down the magazine he was reading and looked up at her with his deep blue eyes. But all he saw was... Rory. And that scared him, although he didn't want to admit to it. He always saw... something: beauty; love; purity. But not this time.

"Well, that's cool."

Tristan was acting on a whim here. He didn't know if she would even accept. But it was worth the asking. "Hey, James and Sophia and all of them are going out partying tonight. Would you like to go with me?"

He hoped to God she would say yes.

But she wasn't so sure. Was he just going to show her off, like all the other parties, or was he doing this to include her, for once.

"Sure, I'll go."

Tristan smiled a little, got up, and walked up to her. He placed both of his hands onto her shoulders and looked at her eyes. "Be ready at 7." And that was all he said. Then he kissed her on the cheek and went to the living room and started to watch TV. Rory couldn't tell.

He kissed her on the cheek. The cheek. Why the hell would he do that? He always, always kissed her on the lips, or... other... places. But he never felt the urge to just kiss her on the cheek.

Rory shook her head and started to walk up the stairs to get ready.

¤ 6:53 ¤

"I'm ready..." Rory came down the stair trying to put on her shoes at the same time. "I am..."

She got to the middle section of the stairs and said to herself, "Shoes, then stairs. Shoes, then stairs."

Tristan stood by the door and checked his watch as she came walking up to him. "4 minutes and 21 seconds to spare."

"What?!" she asked unbelievingly. "I could have used that time," Rory pouted.

"Well, if you had used it, we would be late."

"What are we doing standing here? Let's go!"

"As you wish."

They exited the house and into their expensive car, and were on their way. It took them about 5 minutes to stroll up on Hilarie Burton's driveway.

Maybe this was a chance at renewing their marriage...? Rory didn't know, but it was worth a chance.

"Hey! You came!" Hilarie answered the door, and through her arms around Rory.

"I came," she simply replied and looked around the mansion that she owned. It was about the same as her house, she had found out last time she was here, about a year and a half ago.

She couldn't believe that it had been this long. "You changed the color."

The blonde nodded her head. "About 9 months ago," she smiled.

Rory smiled also. "It looks good. I like it a lot."

"Well, you want a drink?"

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"A bottle of water?" Rory asked the bartender, and then sat on a stool. Tristan had gone to the bathroom, and she said she would meet him here. He had yet to come back.

"Hey Rory," James came up beside her and sat down next to her.

"Hey," Rory smiled at him, the bartender handing her the bottle.

"You're looking sexy tonight," he said in her ear, huskily.

Rory looked at him confused, and then looked at his eyes; they were dilating, "You're drunk."

"Am I?"

"Yes," and with that Rory stood up and walked away from him. She didn't want to be in that position.

But James followed her, and stopped her by kissing her.

Tristan walked in at this point and saw them kissing, and that's all that it took him to head thinking and stomp out of the room.

As Rory gained her mind back from confusion, she pushed him away and slapped him in the face, hard. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

"Oh, come on Rory, you know you want to. Tristan's told me all about your marriage," he chuckled bitterly, "or lack of one."

Rory started to cry, "Tristan's your best friend, why would you do this to him?"

Rory ran of, looking for Tristan.

¤

It was an hour and a half since then, and she was still looking for him. She looked all in the house, and she exited, hoping he would be outside. Sure enough, he was, leaning on the railing. She walked behind him, placing a hand on his.

"Tristan, what are you doing out here? It's freezing!" she said, comfortingly.

He pulled his hand away, "Yeah, well..." he tried to not sound too cold, but Rory took the hint when he still wouldn't turn to her.

"What's wrong?"

He turned around suddenly and backed away from her. "My wife's cheating on me, that's what!"

Rory was caught off guard by this, but she then put two and two together. "He kissed me, Tristan."

"Oh, yeah, like I believe that," he said sardonically.

Rory went right in front of him. "Well, you should," she started to become angry and confused.

"Rory, I saw you with my own two eyes!" Tristan shouted, making gestures with his arms and hands.

She took a step back and tears stung her eyes. "You don't believe me?"

Tristan took a long, deep breath. "I don't know what to believe anymore," he said quietly.

Rory couldn't believe it, he didn't believe her. A silent tear ran down her cheek. "Well, if you don't trust me..." she, hesitantly, reached down, with her right hand to her left and. She pulled off both of her wedding ring and her engagement.

She then took his right hand and placed them there, closing his hand up.

"... then I don't think that I can trust this marriage."

Tristan froze, and looked into Rory's crying eyes.

Rory turned around and walked home, Tristan called after her, and even went after her, but she just waved him off, and walked faster.

A/N: OH NO! They're breaking up! I hope you guys are crying, because I am.

Hey do any of you all know who wrote "Shoot the Moon" and give me their sign on name, so I can read it again, I really liked it. And I want to read it again. So please help me out, I've been searching for a long time.

See ya!

Paige