Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls I think that's pretty obvious.

Author's Note: Thanks to Smile1, kiki, and frackandbonechick for reviewing. Sorry for not updating in ages, I was very busy, but its better late than never right. And sorry it's kind of starting off slow, but I'm just trying to let you in on Rory's perspective on everything. I know it may sound really OOC, but personally I wonder how she could never feel this way, maybe not so extreme, but even a little bit like this sometimes.

Fall to Pieces

Chapter 2: Worst Day Ever

Chilton

Rory entered Chilton, her face plastered with a smile she had grown accustomed to forcing. She knew everybody at this school did and took comfort in that mere fact. She knew she wasn't the only one that had to pretend that they are someone they're not, but she was most likely the only one people thought didn't have to pretend. She always wondered what it would be like to be like 'them', her fellow Chilton classmates, pretending for the same reasons they did, she almost wished she was. The thought that 'they' could actually be sharing the same issues, had always seemed to escape her.

She headed straight towards her locker to collect the books she needed for the morning. For the first time in her life she thought about skipping school, actually that would be a lie, she constantly thought of doing that, but today was the first day she was really considering it seeing as though she spared more than just the usual couple of minutes contemplating the consequences that would result from it. Suddenly the decision was made that much easier with the arrival of the 'Spawn of Satan' himself.

"Good morning Mary" Tristan greeted with that all too familiar smirk in place.

"I am really NOT in the mood today Tristan, can you PLEASE leave me alone!" she said, raising her voice slightly in frustration.

The bell indicating the beginning of homeroom rang as Rory slammed her locker door shut and watched as everyone disappeared into the numerous classrooms. There were only two people left in the hallway. Rory sighed and turned on her heel in an attempt to walk down the hallway and out the doors leading to her freedom. However the hand lightly gripping her arm was preventing her from doing so.

"Let go of me!" Rory yelled, anger rousing her entire body. She just wasn't in the mood for any of Tristan's shit today.

He quickly released her arm from his grasp in shock of her outburst. He watched as she paced towards the doors. It took him a couple of seconds to regain his composure and follow her. Once he stepped outside the doors he saw her heading in the direction of a bus stop.

"Rory wait" he called out as he ran towards her.

Once he caught up to her he grabbed her arm in an attempt to stop her. She turned to look at him and replied, "For what?"

Tristan ignored her question and instead replied with one of his own, "Where are you going?"

"What does it matter?"

"You can't skip school" he said in a low almost shocked tone. 'His perfect Mary was skipping school, there is something definitely going on here' he thought to himself.

"You do it all the time" she countered.

"What's going on with you? And don't tell me nothing because I know there is definitely something up"

"Thank you captain obvious" she replied sarcastically and continued on with her second outburst of the morning. "I don't have to tell you anything Tristan! What does it even matter to you, huh? You don't care about anyone other than yourself! All you ever do is find amusement in other people's misery, but not mine, nope not today, not ever, as far as I'm concerned you can go to hell!" She screamed, pulling her arm from his grasp and storming towards the bus stop once again.

Tristan just watched her storm off he was too hurt by her words to do anything else. He wanted so badly to walk after her and tell her how sorry he is and to console her, but the fact is he wasn't sorry. He knew that the only way to actually get her attention was to torment her, ok so maybe that wasn't the only way but it seemed to be the only thing he could do when he was around her. But she had never reacted like that before. He desperately wanted to know what was wrong with her, no he needed to know.

He was about to make his way over to the bus stop, but stopped as he heard the distant voice of one of his teachers calling out to him. He didn't want Rory to get caught too so he turned around and quickly made his way towards the teacher. He knew he was going to get in trouble for this and not just from the teacher but from his dad. One of the deals he and his father had made when he was allowed out of Military School was that he stayed out of trouble, for the most part by not skipping class.

He was sent to the Headmaster's office and received a lecture about his behavior. Headmaster Charleston had to ring his father and allowed him to talk to Tristan, although much to Tristan's dismay. He received the 'I am very disappointed with you' speech and his father had said that they would have to talk as soon as Tristan got home before he had to go on another business trip.

A half hour later he was sitting in his American History class staring out the window at Rory. She was still seated on the bus stop bench but instead of having her nose stuck in a book, she was just mindlessly staring ahead with her arms crossed over her chest. It was obvious her mind was somewhere other than here.

'Well it was worth it', Tristan thought to himself, he didn't want his Mary getting caught. He was actually surprised no one had seen her through the window, even though she was a fair distance away she was still in clear view.

He glanced out the window once again and watched as a car pulled up in front of Rory, she seemed to snap out of her reverie and got into the passenger side. Tristan was only able to catch a glimpse of the driver, it was a dark haired guy who looked around their age, 'that was definitely not bag-boy'…Tristan's attention was snapped to the front of the class room as he heard his name being said by the teacher.

"Mr Dugrey, care to share the answer to question three?" She questioned.

Tristan just shook his head and adjusted his attention down to the books on his desk.

There you go another chapter and I know it was still pretty short but I'm working on it. The next chapter should be out really soon because I have a lot of free time on my hands. So please review and don't hesitate to leave any suggestions. Thanks!