A/N: Hello, hello my reading peoples.
jen: I can't have Chris and Lorelai together, she has to live in Hartford. You'll understand later.
Rory's gaze shifted slowly upwards. A sharp pain shot through her chest. There he was, with some girl pushed up against her locker. She hated it. It had only been two weeks. Two weeks since he had told her more than he had ever told anyone. And here he was. What was the red head's name? Alicia, or something, it didn't matter. Tristan hadn't said anything about their almost-kiss and she had followed his lead. He'd been hurting, and he obviously hadn't meant to almost kiss her. He didn't want to make that mistake.
For a moment she let her mind wonder, what would it feel like, to be the one separating Tristan from her locker? What would it feel like to have him pushing her against the wall? She shook her head. No. He had ignored her for two weeks, and when he had to talk to her he was impersonal and cold. And here he was, a hand on either of this airhead's hips. She wondered what it would feel like if he were trailing his large, warm lips along her neck. No. She told herself again. He was, or had been a best friend, almost a brother, he was NOT boyfriend material. He was evil. And conceited. And he had some random girl pushed up against a locker that was not her. Wow, hang on a second, where did that come from? Why did it matter if it wasn't her? She hated him now, right?
There she was, he could feel her staring at him. With those amazing sapphire eyes. No. He told himself, she didn't mean anything to him. She was just his best friend's little sister. She hadn't mentioned their amazing almost-kiss and he'd followed her lead. He had wondered why the gods had such a cruel sense of humor. Why, at that exact moment, had lightning struck? Or had they been telling him to 'get on with it'? It didn't matter anymore. They hadn't spoken in two weeks. Well, not like they used to anyway. She hadn't approached him and he wouldn't be the first to talk. Well, that's what you get, spilling your soul to a girl and she completely blows you off because of an almost-kiss. Wonderful. Why couldn't she see how much she meant to him? His mind wondered for a second, what would it feel like if it was Rory pushed up against the locker, with her small hands on his chest? Her skin was soft, he'd found that out at the club. He pushed the girl, what was her name? Alicia or Aleena, or something, harder into the locker, wanting to make Rory jealous.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, walking to her locker. "Uh, yeah, hi. Could you two like, move this little thing down to the left, you know, off my locker." Tristan waved a hand at her, as if telling her to go away. "Look, I need to get to my locker, and if I can't, then heads will roll." They didn't move. Kaleb and Tray walked up.
"Hey Ror."
"Hey Kaleb."
"Oh, he's at it again huh?" asked Tray.
"Yup. Okay guys, seriously, Get that nasty slut off my locker!" Tristan started to pull away, she was mad enough. But as his lips left the girl's, she grabbed his face and pulled him back to her. "God Tristan, put a leash on her or something." She said in disgust. Tray and Kaleb smirked while Tristan broke away, laughing. "You think I'm kidding?"
"What was that?" The girl asked, standing up straight, and Rory walked to her now unblocked locker.
"You heard me."
"You're new here. You don't understand how things work. You skipped a grade, right?" Rory ignored her and kept getting her thing out of the locker, "So you're younger than us. Well listen up, I'm popular, you're not. I'm dating Tristan, the most popular guy in school, you're not." This caused her to look away from her locker, Kaleb had started laughing insanely, Tray was staring at the girl, confused, while Tristan was looking at her in surprise.
"His girlfriend?"
"Yes."
"How long have you known Tristan?"
"Longer than you."
"Well then that's just sad, because even I know that Tristan Dugrey doesn't have girlfriends. Yesterday, he had some random blond against a locker, today it's you, tomorrow, it will be someone else. That's the way players are."
The girl looked shocked, but recovered, "Well, it will never be you."
Rory looked directly at Tristan, "Good, I wouldn't ever want to be one of his makeout partners, I'm not a whore like you." She slammed her locker and walked through the crowd that had gathered. The girl turned to Tristan, "Trissy, What is she talking about?"
"Trissy?" Kaleb whispered to Tray.
"Look," he trailed off.
"Allie."
"Right, Allie, I don't have girlfriends, sorry. I just can't keep a steady girl." He turned and went the same way as Rory had gone. "Rory, wait up!" He called when he saw her in the deserted East Wing.
"What do you want Tristan?" When he caught up to her, he didn't know what to say.
"I. You."
"Very articulate."
"I just, we haven't talked in two weeks."
"You've given me the cold shoulder, I don't want to talk to people who ignore me for two weeks with no apparent reason."
"I, we almost kissed."
"So what, you stop talking to me?"
"I didn't know what to say!"
"Oh, please, you could have come up with something!"
"Yeah well YOU didn't exactly come up to ME and make small talk, now did you?!"
"YOU'D JUST TOLD ME SOMETHING YOU'D NEVER TOLD ANYONE, I THOUGHT YOU MIGHT WANT TIME!"
"YEAH, WELL YOU KNOW, WHEN SOMEONE TELLS YOU SOMETHING LIKE THAT, YOU KNOW ABOUT BEING ALONE LIKE THAT, IT'S NOT A GOOD IDEA TO JUST IGNORE THEM!"
"YOU, I. AUGH!" she turned on her heel and walked away.
He watched her walk away, "AUGH!" He yelled, after she had left, "That girl is impossible!"
FOURTH PERIOD
"Okay class, today we're," the teacher was cut off by someone coming over the intercom, "Ms. Vandergriff?"
"Yes?"
"You have a call in the front office, line four."
"Thankyou. Class, just read your Literature books until I get back." A few seconds after the door closed behind her the room started buzzing with people talking. Rory felt Tristan's eyes on her and she slowly turned to face him. Blue met blue, the intensity of his stare caught her off guard and she turned away.
Why were they being so cruel to eachother? The other day Devin had been talking about a fight he and Erin had been in and he'd said something about how you can't hide true passion, and when two strong, passionate people fought, it shook the earth. She was confused about her feelings, but she knew one thing. Her feeling toward Tristan had recently become more than platonic.
"You okay Rory?" asked Josh, who was sitting beside her and in front of Tristan.
"Yeah, I'm fine." she looked down at the page that her book had fallen opened to. There was a quote at the top, it read:
'Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart. Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens.'- Carl Jung
She looked back at Tristan, she definitely liked him, but did she have it in her to try and change a player? Because, if you get involved with a player you can only get hurt. And from where their relationship was right now, you could only go up.
A/N: I'm talking to my best friend on the phone and she just informed me that she put red streaks in her hair. It turned hot pink. Oh yeah, and she's blond. He he he, she's a crackhead. Review!
jen: I can't have Chris and Lorelai together, she has to live in Hartford. You'll understand later.
Rory's gaze shifted slowly upwards. A sharp pain shot through her chest. There he was, with some girl pushed up against her locker. She hated it. It had only been two weeks. Two weeks since he had told her more than he had ever told anyone. And here he was. What was the red head's name? Alicia, or something, it didn't matter. Tristan hadn't said anything about their almost-kiss and she had followed his lead. He'd been hurting, and he obviously hadn't meant to almost kiss her. He didn't want to make that mistake.
For a moment she let her mind wonder, what would it feel like, to be the one separating Tristan from her locker? What would it feel like to have him pushing her against the wall? She shook her head. No. He had ignored her for two weeks, and when he had to talk to her he was impersonal and cold. And here he was, a hand on either of this airhead's hips. She wondered what it would feel like if he were trailing his large, warm lips along her neck. No. She told herself again. He was, or had been a best friend, almost a brother, he was NOT boyfriend material. He was evil. And conceited. And he had some random girl pushed up against a locker that was not her. Wow, hang on a second, where did that come from? Why did it matter if it wasn't her? She hated him now, right?
There she was, he could feel her staring at him. With those amazing sapphire eyes. No. He told himself, she didn't mean anything to him. She was just his best friend's little sister. She hadn't mentioned their amazing almost-kiss and he'd followed her lead. He had wondered why the gods had such a cruel sense of humor. Why, at that exact moment, had lightning struck? Or had they been telling him to 'get on with it'? It didn't matter anymore. They hadn't spoken in two weeks. Well, not like they used to anyway. She hadn't approached him and he wouldn't be the first to talk. Well, that's what you get, spilling your soul to a girl and she completely blows you off because of an almost-kiss. Wonderful. Why couldn't she see how much she meant to him? His mind wondered for a second, what would it feel like if it was Rory pushed up against the locker, with her small hands on his chest? Her skin was soft, he'd found that out at the club. He pushed the girl, what was her name? Alicia or Aleena, or something, harder into the locker, wanting to make Rory jealous.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, walking to her locker. "Uh, yeah, hi. Could you two like, move this little thing down to the left, you know, off my locker." Tristan waved a hand at her, as if telling her to go away. "Look, I need to get to my locker, and if I can't, then heads will roll." They didn't move. Kaleb and Tray walked up.
"Hey Ror."
"Hey Kaleb."
"Oh, he's at it again huh?" asked Tray.
"Yup. Okay guys, seriously, Get that nasty slut off my locker!" Tristan started to pull away, she was mad enough. But as his lips left the girl's, she grabbed his face and pulled him back to her. "God Tristan, put a leash on her or something." She said in disgust. Tray and Kaleb smirked while Tristan broke away, laughing. "You think I'm kidding?"
"What was that?" The girl asked, standing up straight, and Rory walked to her now unblocked locker.
"You heard me."
"You're new here. You don't understand how things work. You skipped a grade, right?" Rory ignored her and kept getting her thing out of the locker, "So you're younger than us. Well listen up, I'm popular, you're not. I'm dating Tristan, the most popular guy in school, you're not." This caused her to look away from her locker, Kaleb had started laughing insanely, Tray was staring at the girl, confused, while Tristan was looking at her in surprise.
"His girlfriend?"
"Yes."
"How long have you known Tristan?"
"Longer than you."
"Well then that's just sad, because even I know that Tristan Dugrey doesn't have girlfriends. Yesterday, he had some random blond against a locker, today it's you, tomorrow, it will be someone else. That's the way players are."
The girl looked shocked, but recovered, "Well, it will never be you."
Rory looked directly at Tristan, "Good, I wouldn't ever want to be one of his makeout partners, I'm not a whore like you." She slammed her locker and walked through the crowd that had gathered. The girl turned to Tristan, "Trissy, What is she talking about?"
"Trissy?" Kaleb whispered to Tray.
"Look," he trailed off.
"Allie."
"Right, Allie, I don't have girlfriends, sorry. I just can't keep a steady girl." He turned and went the same way as Rory had gone. "Rory, wait up!" He called when he saw her in the deserted East Wing.
"What do you want Tristan?" When he caught up to her, he didn't know what to say.
"I. You."
"Very articulate."
"I just, we haven't talked in two weeks."
"You've given me the cold shoulder, I don't want to talk to people who ignore me for two weeks with no apparent reason."
"I, we almost kissed."
"So what, you stop talking to me?"
"I didn't know what to say!"
"Oh, please, you could have come up with something!"
"Yeah well YOU didn't exactly come up to ME and make small talk, now did you?!"
"YOU'D JUST TOLD ME SOMETHING YOU'D NEVER TOLD ANYONE, I THOUGHT YOU MIGHT WANT TIME!"
"YEAH, WELL YOU KNOW, WHEN SOMEONE TELLS YOU SOMETHING LIKE THAT, YOU KNOW ABOUT BEING ALONE LIKE THAT, IT'S NOT A GOOD IDEA TO JUST IGNORE THEM!"
"YOU, I. AUGH!" she turned on her heel and walked away.
He watched her walk away, "AUGH!" He yelled, after she had left, "That girl is impossible!"
FOURTH PERIOD
"Okay class, today we're," the teacher was cut off by someone coming over the intercom, "Ms. Vandergriff?"
"Yes?"
"You have a call in the front office, line four."
"Thankyou. Class, just read your Literature books until I get back." A few seconds after the door closed behind her the room started buzzing with people talking. Rory felt Tristan's eyes on her and she slowly turned to face him. Blue met blue, the intensity of his stare caught her off guard and she turned away.
Why were they being so cruel to eachother? The other day Devin had been talking about a fight he and Erin had been in and he'd said something about how you can't hide true passion, and when two strong, passionate people fought, it shook the earth. She was confused about her feelings, but she knew one thing. Her feeling toward Tristan had recently become more than platonic.
"You okay Rory?" asked Josh, who was sitting beside her and in front of Tristan.
"Yeah, I'm fine." she looked down at the page that her book had fallen opened to. There was a quote at the top, it read:
'Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart. Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens.'- Carl Jung
She looked back at Tristan, she definitely liked him, but did she have it in her to try and change a player? Because, if you get involved with a player you can only get hurt. And from where their relationship was right now, you could only go up.
A/N: I'm talking to my best friend on the phone and she just informed me that she put red streaks in her hair. It turned hot pink. Oh yeah, and she's blond. He he he, she's a crackhead. Review!