A few weeks later, Rory was sitting at lunch, talking to the girls. "Ror, there's nothing to talk to her about. I say take her out as soon as she walks in."
"Erin, we can't do that."
"Why not? Rory we can take the bitches." Natalie said.
"Yeah, I mean, they've never played a contact sport in their entire lives, only cheerleading. Where as WE have been playing tackle football with the guys for years."
"Yeah, I know, but we don't want to get suspended because of them. I'm thinking more along the lines of playing with their heads. We're good at that."
"Yeah, but I still think it would be better if we took them out." Erin said, leaning back in her chair. "Look, there they are." Rory turned and saw Allie and her friends walking in. She waited a few minuets and nodded to Erin, Katie and Natalie. They stood up, walking to a table with four girls and four guys. Every one was silent. at Whitland, there were two popular groups: The Punks- Tristan, Devin, Rory, Erin, Josh, Tray, Katie, Natalie, Kaleb, and Garrett. They didn't care what people thought of them, they wore what they wanted and altered uniforms as much as they could get away with. All had good grades, but rarely did homework. Some had outlandish colored hair. They were popular because of their carefree attitude.
The Preps: Allie, Bailey, Megan, Kelsey, Cory, JJ, Donovan, and Clay. What others thought of them meant everything. The girls altered uniforms, making the skirts shorter and blouses tighter. All had good grades and always did homework. The only colors they put in their hair were natural shades of red, brown, and blonde.
When the two popular groups collided, you didn't want to draw attention to yourself. The two groups were polar opposites, but their power over the students was equal, and the power these students had over the rest was rivaled by no other school. They each stopped behind one of the girls sitting down. The four guys opened their mouths before saying bye to the girls and leaving, they didn't want to get involved, they knew that out of the two popular groups, they were the weaker. Rory sat in JJ's vacated seat, beside Allie and each of her friends sat in an empty seat, facing one of their enemies.
Rory smiled a sickeningly sweet smile, "Allie, sweetie."
She smiled in a nervously, scared of what would happen, "Hey Rory."
She sighed, "You know, I heard the strangest thing."
"What's that?"
"I heard, but you know, I wanted to confirm it with you before I got all worked up in case it was nothing, anyway, a little birdie told me something VERY interesting."
"Oh?" she said, her voice higher than usual because of the way Rory was looking at her.
"I HEARD that Tristan wasn't really that drunk at the party." she stopped at waited for the older girl's reaction, but none came, "And someone also told me that he tried to push you off, but you wouldn't go away." she looked expectantly at Allie.
"W-well, I mean, you know, there are different views to every story, you know, s-some would say I was flirting-"
"Actually," Rory interrupted her, "I was told that it was more throwing yourself at him." she said, smiling calmly.
"W-well, I didn't consider it THROWING myself at him."
"No?"
"No. I-I mean you know, we-we were talking in a friendly manner, dancing a little-"
"See, I heard from a very trustworthy source that you stood him in the middle of the floor and acted like a whore while he stood in shock."
Allie laughed nervously, "No, no. Who told you that?"
"You know, I think it's actually pretty funny."
"What is?"
"When I first came here, you were popular and I wasn't, I was the new girl and you were the all powerful bitch. I didn't know how the school worked, while you MADE the rules. And now that I'm dating Tristan, and you're scared of what I can do to you. I'm YOUNGER and you're terrified that I'll make your life a living hell, so you're lying to me."
"No, no. I'm not LYING. I-I just don't think it would be considered throwing myself at him, that's all."
"But see, it's no fun when you're scared, I'd rather you still be the all knowing prick that you were a few months ago. After all, we only have two and a half months of school left, and I would hate for you to be scared."
"I'm not scared."
"Lying is a sin. Do you WANT to go to hell?"
"What?"
"You heard me."
"Look, I was TALKING to Tristan, whoever told you I was throwing myself at him was lying."
"Well, given our history, I would trust the other person."
"Look, I don't know what your problem is, but-"
"Okay then, I'll tell you what my problem is. You."
"Me?"
"You."
"Why? I didn't do anything. If anyone was throwing them selves around then it was Tristan."
Rory laughed humorlessly, "You really expect me to believe that?"
"It's the truth."
"And why would he do that?"
"Don't ask me. He was drunk."
"Look, Allie, I'm getting bored of your little game. I'm tired of you chasing Tristan, so I'll tell you this one time and one time only:" she leaned in and whispered, "Stay away from Tristan. Don't think I won't go all psycho girlfriend on you, because I will. If he wanted you then he would be sitting here, not me. Go behind my back like that again and I will tear your fake little blue eyes out, contacts and all. You're fake and change to be what people want. That alone pisses me off. Not to mention the fact that you're trying to steal my boyfriend. You hate me and like him, believe me when I say that even though I'm younger, I can kick your ass. And even if I couldn't, Erin, Katie, and Natalie hate you just as much as I do." she stood up and said in a normal voice, "So, remember that, and we'll be fine." She nodded to her friends and they stood up, Erin's hand 'accidentally' hit Bailey's head on her way away from the table.
TRISTAN'S
Rory's arms were on Tristan's chest, her chin resting on the back of her palms and she was looking up at him.
"So, I heard you had a nice conversation with Allie Snow today at lunch."
Rory laughed, "Yeah, you could say that."
"I'm guessing it wasn't exactly nice?"
"Not quite."
"What was it about."
"Different stuff."
"Such as...?"
"Well, I think your name may have been mentioned a few times."
"Really?" he asked in mock surprise, the back of his head resting on his open hands against the headboard.
"Yes, maybe."
"And what was said?"
"Oh, just something about a psychotic girlfrined and tearing out her eyes, you know, the normal."
"Ah, yes." he nodded, smirking at her.
"Yes, but don't worry, I was nice."
"You were?"
"Well, no. But I probably could have been if I tried."
"Was she scared?"
Rory shrugged, "Maybe a little." she held two of her fingers and inch apart to show him.
"I'm surprised."
"Oh? Why?"
"That you waited over a month to say anything to her."
Rory shrugged, "She didn't expect it. She would have expected me to talk to her sooner." he nodded and they sat in silence for a few minuets, listening to the stereo play.
He sat up suddenly and so did she, "Rory, you know no matter what happens, I love you."
"What?"
"No matter what I say, please remember that I love you and I always will."
She looked at him strangely, "Where did that come from?"
"Just, please remember that."
"Okay, but what's wrong?"
He shook his head, "I'm fine, I just wanted you to know that."
"I do."
"Good, just, Rory," he grabbed her hands, "If I ever say anything to make you think otherwise, don't believe it."
"Tristan, you're really scaring me."
"I just wanted you to trust me on that fact and nothing else."
"I do. I promise."
Tristan walked her home an hour later, "Remember what I said."
She nodded, "I will."
He kissed her slowly, wrapping his arms around her waist tightly. Her arms snaked around Tristan's neck. She was surprised at how gently he slid his tongue over her lips. She opened her mouth, pulling him closer to her.
Tristan pulled away a little while later, looking at her sadly, "I love you." he whispered.
She looked up at him and tilted her head, "Are you sure that you're okay?" he nodded. "Then why are you acting like your best friend died?"
"Because I have a weird feeling something bad is about to happen."
"To us?"
"Yeah."
"Tristan, we've been through a lot, I don't think-"
"Nothing like what's happened before."
She opened her mouth to say something, but was left almost speechless at his last word, "I- what do you think is going to happen?"
"I'm not sure. But I don't think it will be good."
"Okay, I'm getting really scared now Tristan."
He looked down at her, into her eyes, "Yeah, me too."
"Erin, we can't do that."
"Why not? Rory we can take the bitches." Natalie said.
"Yeah, I mean, they've never played a contact sport in their entire lives, only cheerleading. Where as WE have been playing tackle football with the guys for years."
"Yeah, I know, but we don't want to get suspended because of them. I'm thinking more along the lines of playing with their heads. We're good at that."
"Yeah, but I still think it would be better if we took them out." Erin said, leaning back in her chair. "Look, there they are." Rory turned and saw Allie and her friends walking in. She waited a few minuets and nodded to Erin, Katie and Natalie. They stood up, walking to a table with four girls and four guys. Every one was silent. at Whitland, there were two popular groups: The Punks- Tristan, Devin, Rory, Erin, Josh, Tray, Katie, Natalie, Kaleb, and Garrett. They didn't care what people thought of them, they wore what they wanted and altered uniforms as much as they could get away with. All had good grades, but rarely did homework. Some had outlandish colored hair. They were popular because of their carefree attitude.
The Preps: Allie, Bailey, Megan, Kelsey, Cory, JJ, Donovan, and Clay. What others thought of them meant everything. The girls altered uniforms, making the skirts shorter and blouses tighter. All had good grades and always did homework. The only colors they put in their hair were natural shades of red, brown, and blonde.
When the two popular groups collided, you didn't want to draw attention to yourself. The two groups were polar opposites, but their power over the students was equal, and the power these students had over the rest was rivaled by no other school. They each stopped behind one of the girls sitting down. The four guys opened their mouths before saying bye to the girls and leaving, they didn't want to get involved, they knew that out of the two popular groups, they were the weaker. Rory sat in JJ's vacated seat, beside Allie and each of her friends sat in an empty seat, facing one of their enemies.
Rory smiled a sickeningly sweet smile, "Allie, sweetie."
She smiled in a nervously, scared of what would happen, "Hey Rory."
She sighed, "You know, I heard the strangest thing."
"What's that?"
"I heard, but you know, I wanted to confirm it with you before I got all worked up in case it was nothing, anyway, a little birdie told me something VERY interesting."
"Oh?" she said, her voice higher than usual because of the way Rory was looking at her.
"I HEARD that Tristan wasn't really that drunk at the party." she stopped at waited for the older girl's reaction, but none came, "And someone also told me that he tried to push you off, but you wouldn't go away." she looked expectantly at Allie.
"W-well, I mean, you know, there are different views to every story, you know, s-some would say I was flirting-"
"Actually," Rory interrupted her, "I was told that it was more throwing yourself at him." she said, smiling calmly.
"W-well, I didn't consider it THROWING myself at him."
"No?"
"No. I-I mean you know, we-we were talking in a friendly manner, dancing a little-"
"See, I heard from a very trustworthy source that you stood him in the middle of the floor and acted like a whore while he stood in shock."
Allie laughed nervously, "No, no. Who told you that?"
"You know, I think it's actually pretty funny."
"What is?"
"When I first came here, you were popular and I wasn't, I was the new girl and you were the all powerful bitch. I didn't know how the school worked, while you MADE the rules. And now that I'm dating Tristan, and you're scared of what I can do to you. I'm YOUNGER and you're terrified that I'll make your life a living hell, so you're lying to me."
"No, no. I'm not LYING. I-I just don't think it would be considered throwing myself at him, that's all."
"But see, it's no fun when you're scared, I'd rather you still be the all knowing prick that you were a few months ago. After all, we only have two and a half months of school left, and I would hate for you to be scared."
"I'm not scared."
"Lying is a sin. Do you WANT to go to hell?"
"What?"
"You heard me."
"Look, I was TALKING to Tristan, whoever told you I was throwing myself at him was lying."
"Well, given our history, I would trust the other person."
"Look, I don't know what your problem is, but-"
"Okay then, I'll tell you what my problem is. You."
"Me?"
"You."
"Why? I didn't do anything. If anyone was throwing them selves around then it was Tristan."
Rory laughed humorlessly, "You really expect me to believe that?"
"It's the truth."
"And why would he do that?"
"Don't ask me. He was drunk."
"Look, Allie, I'm getting bored of your little game. I'm tired of you chasing Tristan, so I'll tell you this one time and one time only:" she leaned in and whispered, "Stay away from Tristan. Don't think I won't go all psycho girlfriend on you, because I will. If he wanted you then he would be sitting here, not me. Go behind my back like that again and I will tear your fake little blue eyes out, contacts and all. You're fake and change to be what people want. That alone pisses me off. Not to mention the fact that you're trying to steal my boyfriend. You hate me and like him, believe me when I say that even though I'm younger, I can kick your ass. And even if I couldn't, Erin, Katie, and Natalie hate you just as much as I do." she stood up and said in a normal voice, "So, remember that, and we'll be fine." She nodded to her friends and they stood up, Erin's hand 'accidentally' hit Bailey's head on her way away from the table.
TRISTAN'S
Rory's arms were on Tristan's chest, her chin resting on the back of her palms and she was looking up at him.
"So, I heard you had a nice conversation with Allie Snow today at lunch."
Rory laughed, "Yeah, you could say that."
"I'm guessing it wasn't exactly nice?"
"Not quite."
"What was it about."
"Different stuff."
"Such as...?"
"Well, I think your name may have been mentioned a few times."
"Really?" he asked in mock surprise, the back of his head resting on his open hands against the headboard.
"Yes, maybe."
"And what was said?"
"Oh, just something about a psychotic girlfrined and tearing out her eyes, you know, the normal."
"Ah, yes." he nodded, smirking at her.
"Yes, but don't worry, I was nice."
"You were?"
"Well, no. But I probably could have been if I tried."
"Was she scared?"
Rory shrugged, "Maybe a little." she held two of her fingers and inch apart to show him.
"I'm surprised."
"Oh? Why?"
"That you waited over a month to say anything to her."
Rory shrugged, "She didn't expect it. She would have expected me to talk to her sooner." he nodded and they sat in silence for a few minuets, listening to the stereo play.
He sat up suddenly and so did she, "Rory, you know no matter what happens, I love you."
"What?"
"No matter what I say, please remember that I love you and I always will."
She looked at him strangely, "Where did that come from?"
"Just, please remember that."
"Okay, but what's wrong?"
He shook his head, "I'm fine, I just wanted you to know that."
"I do."
"Good, just, Rory," he grabbed her hands, "If I ever say anything to make you think otherwise, don't believe it."
"Tristan, you're really scaring me."
"I just wanted you to trust me on that fact and nothing else."
"I do. I promise."
Tristan walked her home an hour later, "Remember what I said."
She nodded, "I will."
He kissed her slowly, wrapping his arms around her waist tightly. Her arms snaked around Tristan's neck. She was surprised at how gently he slid his tongue over her lips. She opened her mouth, pulling him closer to her.
Tristan pulled away a little while later, looking at her sadly, "I love you." he whispered.
She looked up at him and tilted her head, "Are you sure that you're okay?" he nodded. "Then why are you acting like your best friend died?"
"Because I have a weird feeling something bad is about to happen."
"To us?"
"Yeah."
"Tristan, we've been through a lot, I don't think-"
"Nothing like what's happened before."
She opened her mouth to say something, but was left almost speechless at his last word, "I- what do you think is going to happen?"
"I'm not sure. But I don't think it will be good."
"Okay, I'm getting really scared now Tristan."
He looked down at her, into her eyes, "Yeah, me too."