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The Saga of Mary and Bible Boy
Chapter 2 Dizzy Spells and Pizza Places
Once getting to her locker assignment, Rory went scouting for hers, because it was in the senior's hallway, so she had no idea where it was. She found it, right next to Summer. Great, Summer. Another year of having her locker blocked by two idiots who don't have the decency to get a room.
This automatically branched her thoughts off to Tristan. 'Stop! Stop!' she told herself. 'You have a boyfriend and you love him!' But if she loved him than why had she kissed Jess? And why did she keep thinking about Tristan nonstop?
She turned her attention to opening her locker, pushing the thoughts out of her head.
A petite blonde sauntered over to Summer. "Did you hear? Tristan is back!" she squealed.
Summer closed her locker and turned towards her friend. "Yah! I heard he just told his dad he wanted to come back, and he agreed!"
"The king gets what he wants," the blonde stated, grinning.
Rory was shocked. Tristan was back? She slammed her locker shut, in a daze, making the two girls jump. Not noticing them, she hurried off in the direction of her homeroom. She hurried into class, and slid into the seat next to Paris.
Taking a look at Rory's shocked expression, Paris immediately understood what was bothering her. "I guess you found out that Tristan is back, didn't you?"
Rory nodded. "I can't face him yet! Oh my god, what am I going to do?"
"Maybe you should go to the nurse and ask to go home?" Paris suggested.
Rory nodded her head and approached the teacher's desk. "Mrs. Jackson, may I please have a pass to the nurse? I feel dizzy," she lied.
Mrs. Jackson, the kind woman that she was, showed concern. "Of course. If you're dizzy though dear, we should get someone to walk with you though, since it's all the way across campus.
"But I don't need -- "
"Ah, Mr. Dugrey," Mrs. Jackson greeted Tristan as he walked into the classroom. "Would you mind escorting Miss Gilmore to the nurse's office?"
Tristan smirked. "Of course not," he replied as he followed Rory into the empty hallway.
"Hey Mary, wait up!" he said, falling into step beside her. "Did you miss me?"
"Not particularly."
"So, are you gonna be easy now that you've realized how much you want me and can't live without me?" Tristan asked with a wink.
Rory blushed. If only he knew… she quickened her pace, deciding not to answer.
Tristan walked in front of her, cutting her off. "You're walking pretty fast for someone having a dizzy spell Mary."
Rory glared at him. "It's Rory." How could she possibly have feelings for a guy who couldn't even manage to remember her first name?
"You were trying to avoid me, weren't you?" he asked knowingly. "The question is why?" He watched as Rory reddened. He enjoyed embarrassing her, pushing her to her limits.
"I can make it to the nurse's office by myself. You should just go to your first class.
"Fine. I'll make sure to take good notes for you."
Rory narrowed her eyes. "How do you even know if we have any of the same classes?"
"Well, since my dad enrolled me so late, I had the pleasure of seeing the list of students in each class before actually signing up for them."
"And how many classes are we in together?"
"All of them," Tristan answered, smirking.
Rory was speechless. How could she avoid a guy who was in every single one of her classes?
Tristan was surprised to see her close to tears. "What's wrong? You don't hate me that much, do you?"
Rory looked up at him. "You… you weren't supposed to come back," she said as she turned and hurried away, holding back tears.
"So choose groups of three, and your presentations will be due in three weeks time," the teacher finished. She let them get to choosing their groups, collapsing into the chair behind her desk.
"Paris. You, me, Mary?" Tristan said, leaning forward to whisper in her ear.
"I don't think Rory--" Paris started to protest, but Tristan wasn't listening.
He got up and walked to the teacher's desk. "Mrs. Rowman? Rory Gilmore isn't here, so can she join Paris Gellar and me? We'll fill her in on everything tomorrow."
The teacher agreed. "It's all set," Tristan told Paris as he slid back into his seat.
The next day, Summer walked into school to find Tristan leaning up against her locker. " Tristan! Gosh! I'm flattered and all, but I'm booked until next Wednesday," she said mischievously.
Tristan didn't even bother to look up. "Don't flatter yourself Summer, I'm not waiting here for you. I just need to talk to Mary."
Right on cue, Rory appeared at the end of the hall. She cautiously walked towards Tristan, hoping he wouldn't mention her surprising breakdown the day before. He moved to allow her to open her locker, and she set herself in the task of opening it before addressing Tristan. "Is there something you need?" she asked, trying not to look nervous.
"Well, we have a Social Studies project due in a few weeks, and I just came to hive you a copy of the notes for it.
Rory slammed her locker shut. "We're partners?"
"Well, it's you, me, and Gellar."
"Oh. Okay. Did you already decide where we're meeting at?" Rory asked, trying to sound casual and nonchalant.
"Yup. We're meeting at Papa Della's around seven tomorrow night."
"Where's that?"
"It's kind of a fancy pizza place here in Hartford. Paris' uncle owns the place."
"You guys expect me to go all the way to Stars Hollow and then back up to Hartford again? There's a half hour drive in between!" Rory exclaimed.
"You can come home with me, then I could give you a ride back after. It's a Friday, so I'm guessing your mom won't really care if you get back kind of late." Tristan offered.
Rory blushed. Go home with Tristan? "I… I… I think I'll just get a ride with Paris, thanks."
"Paris is leaving early for a dentist appointment tomorrow." Tristan informed her. "Come on Mary. Just come with me. No strings attached." Tristan smirked. "Unless of course you want there to be."
Rory blushed and looked at the ground after Tristan's joking accusation. "Fine," she mumbled under her breath, before walking away.
Friday Afternoon
The bell rang, and Tristan got up and headed for the door. Rory slowly put her books into her bag, stalling. Tristan turned in the doorway and watched her, grinning. "You ready to go yet Mary?" he asked loudly, watching as Rory blushed.
Everyone remaining in the room turned their attention towards her. She quickly threw her backpack over her shoulder and stormed past Tristan, avoiding eye contact.
He followed her down the hall and waited while she put her books in her locker. They silently walked to the parking lot.
Tristan had left the cover down that morning, so he just hopped over the top and into the driver's seat and looked up expectantly.
Rory cautiously opened the door and stubbornly slid into the back seat.
Tristan smirked.
"What?" Rory asked.
"Nothing. I was just remembering what happened last time there was a girl in a skirt in my back seat.
He watched as Rory's expression first turned to puzzled, and couldn't help but laugh as it turned to one of disgusted horror.
She quickly hopped over the seat and into the front as Tristan started up the car. "So, how's Bag Boy?" he asked, not wanting the short ride to be silent.
He watched as Rory shifted uncomfortably at the mention of Dean. 'Is there trouble in Paradise?' Tristan couldn't help but wonder. "Fine," she finally managed to say.
"Does he know you're with me?"
"No."
"Won't he notice that you're missing?"
"Tonight's his mother's birthday, so no, okay! Now are we done with the 20 questions yet?"
Tristan pulled into a huge driveway that was about the same size as her grandparents, but more elegant and showy, and obviously more expensive. "Well, we're here, but if you were really enjoying it that much, we can continue once we get inside, if that's what you want." he said jokingly.
He unlocked the door, and led Rory into the large, marble kitchen, hoisting himself up on the counter and sliding over to the fridge. "You want something to eat? Drink?"
"Do you have coffee?"
Tristan smiled. He should have known. "I'll make you some," he said, sliding off the counter.
Rory walked over to the freezer and opened it, grabbing a carton lf chocolate ice cream. "Spoon?" she asked.
Tristan absentmindedly opened a draw and handed her a spoon.
"Which way is your room?" she asked, hoping Tristan didn't think she was suggesting anything. She just needed a place to put her bag and eat her ice cream. Plus, she wanted to see what the overconfident, sports star, King of Chilton's room looked like. Curiosity was one of the things she had unfortunately inherited from her mother.
"Up the stairs and to your left," he answered. Rory turned and headed for the door. "Wait! Don't you want a bowl or something?"
"Nope," she answered with a grin as she left ther room.
"I'll be up in a few minutes!" he yelled after her.
"Come baring coffee and I mightlet you in!" she yelled back through the swinging door.
When Tristan and Rory walked into the family restaurant, they spotted Paris, books already spread out in a booth. Rory slid in across from her, and Tristan surprisingly (or not so much) slid in next to her.
"So, I read Tristan's notes. How are we going to present this whole thing?" Rory asked, getting down to business. Paris already had a plan of course, and spent the next ten minutes trying to fill them in.
The waitress came over. "Can I get you guys anything?"
" Sure. Um… can I get a small cheese, and a small pepperoni please? Do you guys want anything?" Rory asked Tristan.
"You mean you didn't just order for all of us?" Tristan asked.
"No that stuff is for me!"
"I guess Paris and I'll just split a large cheese," Tristan told the waitress.
"Oh, and can I get some of that cheesy bread?" Rory added.
Once the waitress was hone, Tristan and Paris stared at Rory. "What?" she finally asked them.
"I've just never seen anyone eat so much," Tristan answered. "Especially someone so tiny," he added.
"It'll all catch up with you in a few years," Paris grumbled before going back to her textbook.
As they were finishing up, Tristan excused himself and went to the bathroom.
A few moments later, someone slid into the seat to Rory. "Dean! What are you doing here?"
"Came for my mom's birthday dinner. Don't know why though. Why should we bring our business to a place owned be snobs that don't need the money in the first place?" he asked, obviously in a sour mood.
Paris looked up from her book. "This is my uncle's place."
"My point exactly."
"Dean? What's wrong with you? You know Paris is my friend." She and Dean had been having fights like this more and more since she had returned home from Washington D. C. He had started being rude to her friends, her mother, even waitresses when they were out on dates. He was changing, and Rory was starting to have trouble ignoring it.
"Hey Bag Boy! You're in my seat."
Dean turned around. "Great. I thought they shipped your ass off to military school. You get kicked out already?"
"Dean," Rory tried to reason.
"No Rory. What are you doing with these losers anyway? Come on, you can come home with me."
"No."
"What?"
"Dean, I can't be with you anymore," Rory said quietly, looking down at her empty plate.
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