Rory mumbled a quick goodbye to Tristan and went to her first class of the day. She was happy to be able to go to class. The classroom was like her safe-zone. While there she was surrounded by bright teachers who hoped that eventually some of their brilliance would rub off on their students. She was usually so pre-occupied with the long lectures or truckloads of diagrams and note sheets, she didn't have time to think about anything else. Today she was especially thankful because she wasn't so sure she wanted to ponder why she felt so disappointed when she discovered Tristan was not staring at her.

He was used to always getting what he wanted. He lived a luxurious life filled with limos and butlers, a staff who was at his beck and call, and a more than generous "allowance." He had blonde hair, bright, piercing blue eyes and a smile that made even the strongest girls melt into his arms. He was used to it, he had grown accustomed to it, he expected it. When she refused him he almost took it as a challenge. He had to get to her. It was a conquest. Yet, day after day one innuendo after the next, he began to notice her lively personality and her beautiful features. Her noticed her wit, her charm, her love of coffee…he just noticed how everything about her seemed perfect. It was then he realized he had begun to fall madly in love with her. A feeling that he had yet to experience. Yet, of course this went unnoticed by Rory. She still believed it was a conquest…a way for him to get her in bed. He wished he could tell her how he felt.

When the bell rang signaling class had ended, Rory walked as quickly as possible trying her best to avoid all hallways where she may have bumped into Tristan. She couldn't face him. Not yet. She still had to make sense of her feelings….the butterflies, the jealousy, the disappointment. She had never felt those things with Dean or even if she had those feelings were long gone and now replaced with hurt. Lost in thought she made her way to class completely oblivious to the fact that she was being watched…

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Dean had no idea what he was doing there. He wasn't sure why he had traveled the forty-five minutes to Hartford. He knew he was there to see her. He wasn't sure if he wanted to apologize and beg for her to take him back or if he just wanted to spy on her and see just how miserable she was without him. He knew she would be devastated. That's how he wanted it. He didn't go into the relationship with the intention of hurting Rory. He just didn't want to be the one with the broken heart. He wasn't sure if he ever really loved her. He probably didn't. He really only wanted one thing and he thought a year would be a sufficient amount of time for him to make her fall in love with him and then get what he wanted out of the relationship. The truth was after Rory refused him the second time…he just didn't feel like it was worth it anymore. He hadn't liked her all that much. He didn't want to wait around for her. He didn't think it made him a bad guy. It just made him a guy who knew what he wanted. When he arrived at her school he just kind of hung around trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible. He was there to spy on her and then ask for forgiveness and then he planed on having make-up sex. Then he figured after that was over with he would probably dump her and move on. It was a plan that couldn't miss.

Tristan was a little disappointed when he didn't see Rory walking to her next class. He did however see someone he wished he hadn't. Dean: Rory's boyfriend in other words his worst enemy. He didn't know why he was here. Dean knew Tristan had a thing for Rory so every opportunity Dean had, he would choose to rub it in Tristan's face. He hated the guy. He hated the way he looked at Rory as though he was her property and he hated the way he kissed her and the way her touched her. He was pretty sure he would hate anyone that got the chance to date Rory other than himself but Dean he really, really hated and he wasn't sure why.

Rory was seated in her class…happy once again to have the distraction. Her teacher Max Medina (once her mother's fiancé) was in the middle of teaching Hamlet when a knock came at the door. Rory turned to look towards the doorway and her heart stopped. It was Dean. He was standing there in her classroom asking her teacher if he could please see her for a moment. Thankfully her teacher declined his request and told him he would have to wait until after class. Suddenly Rory felt sick. She felt this heat rising in her face and she felt her eyes welling up with tears. She was petrified of him. He basically tried to rape her and his words stung her all over again as the memories can flooding back. She was about to break down. She needed to get out of there now.

"Mr. Medina, may I please be excused?" She asked afraid to talk knowing her tears would flow any minute.

Mr. Medina noticing the tears in her eyes agreed to excuse her from the remainder of the class. She thanked him and walked into the hallway.

Tristan wasn't really up for going to class he had way to much on his mind.

He never would have been able to focus. Plus, Summer was in that class and for some reason she was being especially clingy lately. Always asking what days he was free and when they could get some along time together. He really never liked Summer that much…she was just a distraction…a way to keep his mind off of Rory. He was walking towards the bathrooms when he saw her. At first his heart raced as it always did when he knew he was about to see her or talk to her. Yet, when he got a little closer he noticed she was crying and immediately his heart broke. He walked over to her.

"Hey Rory." He said.

She looked up at him and gave a small smile at his use of her real name. He sat down next to her and instinctively tried to wipe the tears from her eyes. She felt the butterflies form in her stomach from him being so close to her. She could feel his breath on her face and immediately chills circulated through out her body. Rory looked at him with fear in her eyes.

"What happened Rory?" He asked. "I hate seeing you cry. Please don't cry. Tell me what's wrong."

She started to open her mouth but immediately shut it. She knew that if she began to speak all the things she had bottled up inside her for so long would come out. She wasn't even able to talk to her mother about what had happened yet. She was sure she wouldn't be able to tell Tristan. Yet when she looked at him again, he looked genuinely concerned. She wanted to tell him. She needed to tell someone.

"Does this have anything to do with Dean being here today?" He asked

She nodded. "Yeah it does." Suddenly her eyes started to fill with tears again and she couldn't do anything to prevent them from falling.

"Rory, you can tell me. I hate seeing you like this." He told her.

She started from the beginning. She told him about their first "sexual encounter" and then she told him about the other night. She told him all of the horrible things Dean said, stopping every so often to try and stifle a sob. With each word Tristan's face grew redder and redder with anger.

He had never felt more angry in his entire life. He knew he didn't like Dean and right now all he wanted to do was kill him. How could anyone do something so horrible, say such horrible things about a girl who was so incredible. As she was telling him everything that had happened to her…there was only so much he could do to keep himself from getting up, finding him and smashing his face in. She told him that she was afraid. She didn't know what would happen the next time they were alone together. She cried a lot. He wanted to take her in his arms and hold, tell her that not all guys are like that, tell her that everything was going to be okay. She told him that Dean said she was not worth waiting for. Yet Tristan knew he would wait forever if that's how long it took, and even after forever she would be worth the wait. He didn't understand how Dean could not have seen that.

"Tristan, I am just so scared and I don't know if I can…" Tristan stopped her mid-sentence.

"Where is he?" He asked.

"Mr. Medina told him to wait in the headmaster's office until class was over, but since class was over an hour ago I suppose he's wandering around the school looking for me. Either that or he went home." She answered.

He got up from where he was sitting.

"Where are you going?" she asked

"To kill your boyfriend." There was no beating around the bush.

"Wait! Tristan. Don't. I know…" He interrupted her again. This time with his lips. He planted a soft, sweet kiss on her lips. It lasted maybe a millisecond. It was a kiss you would get from your mom, your grandma even, but from him it was the most amazing thing she had ever experienced. She found herself wanting it to last forever, but she knew it was nothing. It was an I'm-here-for-you-as-a-friend kiss. But someone took it a different way.

"SLUT" she heard someone yell.

She recognized that voice. Suddenly she could feel herself clinging to the back of Tristan's shirt. It was Dean.

Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed this chapter…it was a little bit more than the last two filler's but this was still more of a longer filler with a cliff-hanger. I promise lots of drama and action in the next chapter. Rating may be bumped up for the next chapter. I appreciate all the reviews…please keep reviewing!