Hostage

A/N: This is a trory about a school shooting and then some students kept hostage. My first fanfic so be gentle. I don't own Gilmore Girls sadly.

It was a beautiful day. The sun beaming down on students entering the school if you could call it that. To some students it's a prison. Among the students who think this is Rory Gilmore. She was not one of these self-absorbed people and I guess that's why she didn't fit in. What could she do about it? That's right bear it the best way she knew way how. Ignore them. Get a grip Gilmore.

(Switches to Rory's POV)

"Mary wait up". Ugh why did he call her that? Why did he constantly stay in her face? I wonder if she kneed him would he get the picture. I doubt it. I guess I have to hear what he has to say and hopefully he'll disappear.

"What do you want Bible boy" I screeched.

"Hmm, were do I begin" he said just as that oh so annoying smirk showed up on his face and his eyes. I have to admit it did look adorable. Wait, what did I just say? I wonder if I could smack it off. Or kiss it off. What is wrong with me?

"I really don't have time for this. What. Do. You. Want." I said calmly trying to keep my anger in check.

"Whoa calm down I just wanted to walk you to your locker" Tristan said with an attempted smirk/smile which turned out lopsided. I couldn't help but smile.

"Ugh, okay whatever just come on" I said kind of happy he was doing this. My smile faded when we reached my locker. It was pure evil. It tortured me and I hated it. I dubbed it Tristan Jr. in secret because it seemed to like getting on my nerves.

"Okay come on open" I begged as I pulled the lock. Yep nothing. If a locker could smirk I bet it would right now.

"Here let me help you, but I must warn you might want to back these muscles can take up a lot of room" he said with a smug look on his face. He hit the locker with such force it caused me to jump. That locker must have been his son because it obeyed and opened. I quickly gathered my books. Just then the bell rang. Oh great I'm late. I was mad now I could help but yell "Crap" as I rushed to class with Tristan in toe.

Chapter 2: Oh, my god is he dead.

Just as I ran to the class the teacher called my name for attendance.

"Here"! I screamed as if I was being chased by a killer. I turn around to see a breathless Tristan staring at the teacher getting ready to spit fire.

"Well, Miss Gilmore and Mr. Dugrey would you like to explain where you were because we are getting to start a test" he said like he getting ready to explode.

"Sorry" we both muttered in unisonand sat down. To my displeasure he sat down across from me.

"Now that we have everyone here let's get started" Mr. Bates said.

I don't know if it was me but something was wrong. For one this kid named Josh was staring at me like he wanted to stab me. And thats when it happened. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him plus some students I forgot their names, stand up and pull a guns out. At that moment I felt time stop and my life flash before my eyes. Then the piercing screams sounded from different classrooms as I heard shots go off. I looked up at the teacher only to see him shot in the chest with blood flying in all directions. I was paralyzed. I couldn't move but I could hear students around me screaming and running out the room. Oh, god what was wrong with me why can't I move. All I can hear is Tristan shouting my name.

"Mary" come on get up and run" he yells as he pulls my arm.

"Rory please get up" he yells again. No sooner than the words came out of his mouth I ran for the door and swinging it open only to be met by the end of the gun barrel. I can't move again. I guess do the only thing I can do. I scream. Tristan pulled me away just in time before the gun went off. The gun taking another life. I pushed past the other shooter grabbed Tristan's hand and ran down the hallway. I found an empty closet and pulled him inside.

"Mary now is not the time to be making out" he said with a sad smile. He notices that I don't respond. Why is this happening to me? I almost got shot. Tristan saved me. I was going to thank him when the closet door opened. Again I'm met with the gun barrel.

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