Title: Let Me Go
Rating: T
Summary: When Rory arrives at Chilton for junior year, people definitely notice the changes in her behavior. Some care, most don't. But what if there is a much larger story than everyone knows? Trory.
A/N: Okay, so when I was in Florida the song Let Me Go by 3 Doors Down kept playing every five minutes, and I loved it! So this story is based on that. But, you don't need to know the song in order to like or understand the story, so don't worry about that. Rory is going to be sort of like a Peyton (One Tree Hill) troubled-but-hiding-it type of character.
Timeline: Junior year at Chilton (2nd season). There will be flashbacks though, to kind of unravel Rory's story one chapter at a time.
Let Me Go
Chapter 2:
Rory sat down at her lunch table, automatically pulling out her book and walkman as she'd always done. She wasn't aware that everyone was watching her.
Everyone had noticed the changes in her. She was still quiet and distant, but not in the shy way they had known her to be.She now gave off the air of someone who just wanted to be left alone.
Tristan was one of the many watching her, of course. He had always been drawn to her. And now even more so.
Something was up with her, that much was clear.
"How long have you known?" Rory finally asked.
"Since yesterday morning. I'm sorry... I just didn't know how to tell you."
Rory sighed. Despite the anger she knew she had a right to feel, she knew her mother wouldn't be able to handle it at this point in time. "That's okay. I'm not mad."
Releif swept over Lorelai's face.
"Have you told Max yet?"
And just like that, the releif was gone. Replaced this time with alot of tension. "I'm actually not planning on telling Max." Lorleai stammered.
"Oh."
He came and sat next to her, but she didn't notice. She was too wrapped up in her book. "Too interesting to eat any lunch Mar?"
Rory jumped, suprised. She hadn't heard him approach. "Is that so hard to beleive?" She snapped once she had recooperated.
"Well, it's nice to see you haven't changed in some ways."
"Whats that supposed to mean?" she asked, turning back to her book, as if she didn't really care about his response.
"Well, you just seem more different. Though I have to say," he said, placing his hand on her knee, just high enough to make her blush, "I kinda like it." He whispered the last part in her ear, and then drew back, to watch her reaction.
No blush. Not even a tinge of red. Okay, now I know something is up.
"Reeeaaaallly..." She leaned her elbow against the table looking up at him.
Tristan chuckled to hide his confusion. "Rory Gilmore, I think I could get used to the new you."
A/N: Short, I know. But I felt like I had to spend more time setting up the story more, you know? Please reveiw!
