He's Not You
Chapter 4: The Competition

A/N: okay, I know it took me long to update, but I go to this program for 6 weeks during the summer, and only come home on weekends so.. that's the time that you should expect me to update any one of my stories. I've also been working on my new myspace, if you have one let me know, I always enjoy meeting new people, as long as their not creeps or anything:o)

Tyler stared at Tristan quizzically. "Aren't you going to get dressed first?" he asked.

Tristan smirked. He'd forgotten. "Yeah. I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere."

He went into his room and hurriedly dressed, reappearing a few minutes later.

Tristan stared at Tyler expectantly, and Tyler sighed in resignation. "What do you want to know?"

"Well, lets start with what he looks like. Is he cute?"

Tyler looked at him as if he had three heads. "How should I know?"

"Relax, I don't think you're gay or anything. I just like to know the competition," Tristan reassured, chuckling.

Tyler sighed with releif. "I think I might have a picture of him somewhere."

"Well go get it then!"

Rory stormed into her common room, to her bedroom, and slammed the door after her.

Louise and Summer looked up from their seats on the couch.

"I think she's angry," Louise stated.

The two girls stared at each other for a few moments. "You've known her longer," Summer pointed out.

"You're happier. You can cheer her up."

"You're her best friend."

Louise paused for a second, and then grunted, lifting herself up from off the couch. She walked into her friend's room, quietly clicking the door shut after her.

"Hey Rory. What's up?" she axked, not sure of what to say.

"Jeeze, could his hair get any floppier?" Tristan asked bitterly.

Tyler laughed. "Yeah, I know. I always made fun of him for that. I thought it was amusing, how his features could be so diferent from other peoples, like his tan skin, floppy hair, and his height; but somehow he was still so plain, so homely."

Tristan turned the page of the album, and was met up with another breathtaking picture of Rory. She was on a bridge, her feet grazing just above the water. 'And she's reading again, how novel,' he thought to himself. "The opposite of Rory," Tirstan observed outloud.

"Yup. Never liked that kid."

Tristan saw this as the perfect time to ask the question that had been gnawing at him fro a while now. "But how did Rory feel about him? I mean, what was their relationship like?"

"How can somebody be so full of themselves?" Rory ranted. "And such an ass, and so annoying, and.."

"And cute? Hott? Sexy?" Louise finished.

Rory blushed. "He is not hot."

Louise rolled her eyes. "Rory, you totally think he is."

"I do not."

"Do too."

"Do not."

"Do too!"

"Okay, so he's hott!"

Louise squealed. "I knew you liked him!"

"Rory and Dean dated for about a year, and Rory thought he was the perfect boyfriend. And then..."

"Then what?"

"They slept together."

Tirstan was shocked. His Mary wasn't a Mary? "Wow."

"Yeah, and when she didn't want to do it again right away, they got in a big fight."

"Is that how they broke up?" Tristan questioned.

"Nah. They kind of buried that fight. You know, pretended like nothing happened."

Tirstan couldn't beleive Rory would let that jackass get away with that. "She must have really loved him then," Tristan stated, his heart falling.

"I don't know. When they broke up, she moped around fro a few days, but she seemed over him pretty quick. I think she just always thought of him as safe is all," Tyler observed.

Now that was the Rory Tristan knew. The gilmmer of hope was evident in his eyes. "So how'd they break up anyways?"

"When she left to come here. He wanted to be free to date other people."

Tristan's fist clenched. If he ever was unfortunate enough to meet that bastard, he'd tear him apart.

"I do not like Tristan," Rory stated.

"But you just admitted you think it's not."

"Well looks aren't what counts," she retaliated.

Louise just laughed. "Yeah, sure."

A/N: hey, I'd just like to add a thanks to all the reveiwers. I know updates are sometimes few and far between, but hang in there. It means alot to me. Thanks, Sarah... and don't forget to REVEIW!