A/N: I've gotten a lot of reviews saying how thirteen is too young to be in love. I agree that it's not common. I'm thirteen and there aren't many guys I've even liked like that. I think it's possible though, I have friends that say they love each other, I wouldn't know. Oh, and the coffee was just a bribe, I can't really give you any. Sorry. And in this story, stuff is going to start happening really fast, because I'm getting bored with it and I want to get past this part. This is a month and a half later. Rory is now fourteen. Nothing really happened, at school they are the golden couple, and they've never had a major fight or anything.
"I said no." Tristan said once again to the girl sitting in front of him.
"Come on Tristan, one dance, that's all I'm asking for. Nothing else."
"Allie, no. I have a girlfriend, I'm not going to dance with you."
"Where is she now?"
"With Natalie."
"So she'll never know, it will just be between us."
"No. I don't even want to."
"You never cared before. Even when you've had girlfriends before, you'd still dance with me."
"Well not now. You're wasting your time, go away."
"Fine, I'll be back later."
"Right." he turned and walked through the crowded house, trying to find someone to talk to.
"Tristan! Hey."
"Hey Garrett."
"Whats up man? You know, there are a lot of hott girls here."
"Yeah, I see that."
"So, I saw you talking to Allie Snow, what was that all about, huh?" he asked, raising his eyebrows and elbowing Tristan suggestively.
"Are you drunk?" he asked with a mixture of disgust and annoyance.
"No, no! I'm not drunk. I'm-" he stumbled and Tristan caught him, "Garrett, go to sleep." he dropped the boy on the couch and walked away while Garrett curled into a ball and dozed off. He kept walking until he came to Erin, "Hey, have you seen Rory?"
She turned away from Sammie Dorta and faced Tristan, "Not for half an hour. She was trying to convince Natalie to jump in the pool."
"They brought bathing suits?"
"No."
"Was she drunk?"
"Have you ever met Rory?"
"No, then?"
"Nope, she was just bored."
"It's March!"
She couldn't find you." They had to scream over the blaring music.
"Have you seen Devin?" She shook her head.
"Josh?" she shrugged.
"Tray?" Erin pointed to the game room. He nodded as a sign of thanks. Tristan stepped into the large room lined with old games and with pool tables and air hockey in the middle. He spotted Tray and Kaleb, who were laughing hysterically at something a guy next to them had said. He walked over to them, "Hey."
They turned around, "Tristan! My man!" Tray said, hitting Tristan on the shoulder.
"Hey, where have you been?" Kaleb asked, slurring the words.
He looked and saw that both had unmarked bottle in their hands. "Um, just talking."
"Here." Tray said, holding his bottle out to Tristan.
"Um, no thanks, I'm good.
Kaleb spoke, "Look, Tris. We get that since you've been dating Rory, you want to be careful, you know? And this is only the second party you two have ever been to together. You didn't drink at the last party, and we get that."
"But man," Tray added, "You can't come to two parties in a row, and not have anything to drink. So come on." he shoved the bottle into Tristan's hands.
Tristan handed it back. "Tris, look, do you see any girls? No. It's just you, me, Tray, Alex, Cory, and Jacob." Kaleb pointed to each guy in the circle, "No girls, no temptation." He handed his bottle to Tristan who looked around before taking a drink.
"And he finally loosens up." Tray said, smirking. "This party will liven up a little with our old king back!"
THIRTY MINUETS LATER
Rory walked from the closed off pool area into the house, her clothes slightly damp, with Natalie beside her, still grumbling, "I can't believe I let you talk me into that."
"It was fun and you know it."
"But I'm wet."
"You'll dry."
Natalie laughed, taking a ruined piece of paper out of her pocket, "I don't have Sarah Carson's number anymore, I guess we can't work on our science project."
Rory rolled her eyes, "I'll never understand how you pass."
"Neither will I, but that's okay." Rory laughed, but it died in her throat at the sight in front of her.
TWENTY MINUETS EARLIER
Tristan was still talking to the group of guys fifteen minuets later, having had a lot more to drink, when Allie popped out of no where, wrapping her arms around him, "Hey, ready to dance now?"
"I dunno." he slurred his words, "I have a girlfriend you know."
"Exactly, that's what makes it so fun. It's forbidden. You're taken, I'm taken, it's more fun that way."
"Hm, I don't think so."
"Come on." she pulled on his hand and dragged him to the dance floor and stopped right in the middle, grinding against him to the rhythm of the music. He just stood there, too surprised to do anything.
After a few moments of staring at her in shock he felt dizzy, so he walked over to sit down on one of the recliners. Allie followed him and sat on his lap. He shook his head to clear it, "No, get off."
"But Tristan, my feet are tired."
"So go sit somewhere else."
"But I want to sit with you."
"No, I told you, I have a girlfriend. Rory."
"Rory doesn't have to know."
"I don't lie to her like my other girlfriends. And I won't cheat on her, so go away." She sat back down and grabbed his face, crushing her lips against his. He started to push her away, but she had a death grip on him. Tristan heard a familiar voice laughing and red warning lights went off in his head. Rory. Suddenly the laughter died and he heard her make a strange choking noise. He was finally able to pry Allie from his face in time to see the look of pure shock and hurt on his girlfriend's face. Somehow the sight of her sobered him and he was brought crashing down to reality. Tears filled her eyes and she backed away from him. He stood up, causing a smirking Allie to fall to the ground.
"Rory." She shook her head. Tristan stepped towards her.
"Rory please." she kept backing away and shaking her head, as if not comprehending what he was saying.
"Rory, I didn't." Tears slid down her face.
"Rory, I love you, I didn't mean-" She closed her eyes and shook her head. "Please, Rory don't," his voice caught in his throat.
She found her frail voice, "How could you do this to me?" it was barely over a whisper, but it sounded as if she'd screamed it over the pounding music, which was suddenly muted.
Everything seemed to go in slow motion as Tristan watched Rory clutch the chain he'd given her weeks ago, which hadn't yet left her body. She pulled hard and it snapped from the back of her slim neck. Her arm dropped and the thin line of metal slid from the girl's limp hand. Normal speed returned to his vision and he looked up at her, expecting anger, even hate. But he saw neither, only pain and confusion.
Rory turned, needing to get away from here. She ran straight out the door, not looking back. The party was suffocating. Tristan's gaze was penetrating. Her tears were blinding. The music deafening. Her heart breaking.
Tristan watched her run. When she was out of sight, he picked the warm necklace up from the cold floor. Different words whirled in his aching head. Rory. Love. Kiss. Mistake. Cold. Lies. Pain. Run. Tears. Cheat. Allie.
He felt tears push at the back of his eyes as he collapsed in a chair. He was ruined. Pain tore at his body and mind. It was over. She'd done what she had wanted to do for months. Allie had gotten her revenge.
"I said no." Tristan said once again to the girl sitting in front of him.
"Come on Tristan, one dance, that's all I'm asking for. Nothing else."
"Allie, no. I have a girlfriend, I'm not going to dance with you."
"Where is she now?"
"With Natalie."
"So she'll never know, it will just be between us."
"No. I don't even want to."
"You never cared before. Even when you've had girlfriends before, you'd still dance with me."
"Well not now. You're wasting your time, go away."
"Fine, I'll be back later."
"Right." he turned and walked through the crowded house, trying to find someone to talk to.
"Tristan! Hey."
"Hey Garrett."
"Whats up man? You know, there are a lot of hott girls here."
"Yeah, I see that."
"So, I saw you talking to Allie Snow, what was that all about, huh?" he asked, raising his eyebrows and elbowing Tristan suggestively.
"Are you drunk?" he asked with a mixture of disgust and annoyance.
"No, no! I'm not drunk. I'm-" he stumbled and Tristan caught him, "Garrett, go to sleep." he dropped the boy on the couch and walked away while Garrett curled into a ball and dozed off. He kept walking until he came to Erin, "Hey, have you seen Rory?"
She turned away from Sammie Dorta and faced Tristan, "Not for half an hour. She was trying to convince Natalie to jump in the pool."
"They brought bathing suits?"
"No."
"Was she drunk?"
"Have you ever met Rory?"
"No, then?"
"Nope, she was just bored."
"It's March!"
She couldn't find you." They had to scream over the blaring music.
"Have you seen Devin?" She shook her head.
"Josh?" she shrugged.
"Tray?" Erin pointed to the game room. He nodded as a sign of thanks. Tristan stepped into the large room lined with old games and with pool tables and air hockey in the middle. He spotted Tray and Kaleb, who were laughing hysterically at something a guy next to them had said. He walked over to them, "Hey."
They turned around, "Tristan! My man!" Tray said, hitting Tristan on the shoulder.
"Hey, where have you been?" Kaleb asked, slurring the words.
He looked and saw that both had unmarked bottle in their hands. "Um, just talking."
"Here." Tray said, holding his bottle out to Tristan.
"Um, no thanks, I'm good.
Kaleb spoke, "Look, Tris. We get that since you've been dating Rory, you want to be careful, you know? And this is only the second party you two have ever been to together. You didn't drink at the last party, and we get that."
"But man," Tray added, "You can't come to two parties in a row, and not have anything to drink. So come on." he shoved the bottle into Tristan's hands.
Tristan handed it back. "Tris, look, do you see any girls? No. It's just you, me, Tray, Alex, Cory, and Jacob." Kaleb pointed to each guy in the circle, "No girls, no temptation." He handed his bottle to Tristan who looked around before taking a drink.
"And he finally loosens up." Tray said, smirking. "This party will liven up a little with our old king back!"
THIRTY MINUETS LATER
Rory walked from the closed off pool area into the house, her clothes slightly damp, with Natalie beside her, still grumbling, "I can't believe I let you talk me into that."
"It was fun and you know it."
"But I'm wet."
"You'll dry."
Natalie laughed, taking a ruined piece of paper out of her pocket, "I don't have Sarah Carson's number anymore, I guess we can't work on our science project."
Rory rolled her eyes, "I'll never understand how you pass."
"Neither will I, but that's okay." Rory laughed, but it died in her throat at the sight in front of her.
TWENTY MINUETS EARLIER
Tristan was still talking to the group of guys fifteen minuets later, having had a lot more to drink, when Allie popped out of no where, wrapping her arms around him, "Hey, ready to dance now?"
"I dunno." he slurred his words, "I have a girlfriend you know."
"Exactly, that's what makes it so fun. It's forbidden. You're taken, I'm taken, it's more fun that way."
"Hm, I don't think so."
"Come on." she pulled on his hand and dragged him to the dance floor and stopped right in the middle, grinding against him to the rhythm of the music. He just stood there, too surprised to do anything.
After a few moments of staring at her in shock he felt dizzy, so he walked over to sit down on one of the recliners. Allie followed him and sat on his lap. He shook his head to clear it, "No, get off."
"But Tristan, my feet are tired."
"So go sit somewhere else."
"But I want to sit with you."
"No, I told you, I have a girlfriend. Rory."
"Rory doesn't have to know."
"I don't lie to her like my other girlfriends. And I won't cheat on her, so go away." She sat back down and grabbed his face, crushing her lips against his. He started to push her away, but she had a death grip on him. Tristan heard a familiar voice laughing and red warning lights went off in his head. Rory. Suddenly the laughter died and he heard her make a strange choking noise. He was finally able to pry Allie from his face in time to see the look of pure shock and hurt on his girlfriend's face. Somehow the sight of her sobered him and he was brought crashing down to reality. Tears filled her eyes and she backed away from him. He stood up, causing a smirking Allie to fall to the ground.
"Rory." She shook her head. Tristan stepped towards her.
"Rory please." she kept backing away and shaking her head, as if not comprehending what he was saying.
"Rory, I didn't." Tears slid down her face.
"Rory, I love you, I didn't mean-" She closed her eyes and shook her head. "Please, Rory don't," his voice caught in his throat.
She found her frail voice, "How could you do this to me?" it was barely over a whisper, but it sounded as if she'd screamed it over the pounding music, which was suddenly muted.
Everything seemed to go in slow motion as Tristan watched Rory clutch the chain he'd given her weeks ago, which hadn't yet left her body. She pulled hard and it snapped from the back of her slim neck. Her arm dropped and the thin line of metal slid from the girl's limp hand. Normal speed returned to his vision and he looked up at her, expecting anger, even hate. But he saw neither, only pain and confusion.
Rory turned, needing to get away from here. She ran straight out the door, not looking back. The party was suffocating. Tristan's gaze was penetrating. Her tears were blinding. The music deafening. Her heart breaking.
Tristan watched her run. When she was out of sight, he picked the warm necklace up from the cold floor. Different words whirled in his aching head. Rory. Love. Kiss. Mistake. Cold. Lies. Pain. Run. Tears. Cheat. Allie.
He felt tears push at the back of his eyes as he collapsed in a chair. He was ruined. Pain tore at his body and mind. It was over. She'd done what she had wanted to do for months. Allie had gotten her revenge.