Title: Where Is Tristan?

Author: Gilmoregirl7878

Disclaimer: As always.

A/N: Okay, so the feedback was a little better this time! Woo hoo! Haha. Here it is!

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Rory rushed around her room frantically trying to get ready.

At first she was purposely going to look bad, horrible dress and make up. After thinking about it she decided that was a stupid idea. He would only get mad.

So here she is, trying to get ready at the last minute. She wore a red silk dress that was skin tight with very thin straps and it fell at her hips. She put on red eyeliner and eyeshadow to match it. She wore a darker color red lipstick.

To anyone she wouldn't look anything less than amazingly beautiful. She wanted it that way, that way he wouldn't get mad.

She hated the way she thought about him. It made her think about one of those pathetic women that kept going back to their husbands after they beat them over and over again.

She was ready finally, now all she had to do was wait. That was the worst part. When she waited she started thinking about the things he could and would do to her.

'Stop it Rory. Tristan will be there for you. He promised.' She thought over and over again.

A few minutes later he had arrived.

She grabbed her purse and opened the door and put on a fake smile for him.

"Hey babe. You look presentable." He said with a smug smirk.

He led her down to where the ball was being held. When they walked in it was different from she imagined it to be. It was basically like a Chilton party, except they were dressed up instead.

She immediately scanned the crowed looking for one person, and one person only.

There he was.

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Tristan was nervous. He wouldn't relax until he saw Rory. He was nervous about her being alone with that scum. But he was nervous about more than that...

'What if I can't keep my promise to her. What if I can't protect her. Will she ever forgive me? Will I ever forgive myself?'

These thoughts were running around in Tristan's mind. They all stopped when he saw her walk through that door.

She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his life. I swore his heart stopped beating when he saw her.

Her eyes quickly scanned the crowed, he knew she was looking for her. When she saw him he quickly nodded his head in direction of the bathrooms.

She nodded very slightly. He quickly got up and headed toward the bathrooms. Making sure that no one noticed him while he went down the hallway. There was a closet that was empty that he would wait in.

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Rory followed John to where he wanted to sit with his friends. Smiling slightly when all his friends grossly checked her out. She fought the urge to shiver when they looked at her. She quickly excused herself to the bathroom. She was walking down the hallway when a hand shot out and grabbed her and pulled her into a closet.

"Oh!" Rory squeaked.

"Sh, its me." Tristans said smiling at her.

"Hey you," She said leaning into him.

"Hey, you are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in the world." He said kissing her lightly.

Rory blushed, Tristan smirked.

"I see I can still make you blush," He teased.

Rory rolled her eyes and kissed him passionately.

Kissing Tristan was like a drug, it made her forget about what she had to face outside their little world. All that mattered was the two of them.

Against the world.

"I love you." He murmured between kisses.

He was being gentle, not forceful at all and Rory was getting tired of him treating her like she would break.

"Tris, I love you too but, if you don't start kissing me, and I mean really kissing me..that might change." She teased with a smirk.

He raised an eyebrow at her smirking.

He quickly turned her around so she was pushed up against the wall and he attacked her mouth with kisses. She immediately moaned.

"Better?" He teased.

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Meanwhile, John was talking to his friends, when Rory's cell phone went off.

John went to grab it.

"Dude, you think you should do that? I mean that's her cell phone." One of them asked.

"Man, I can do whatever the fuck I want." He said with a smirk, and answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Who's this." Mark asked immediately, already he had a good idea who it was.

Jess had told him about John and he immediately wanted to call Rory.

"Same question." John said back cockily.

"Where the hell is Rory?" He demanded.

"Bathroom. Who the fuck is this!"

"This is Mark! Who the fuck are you?"

"John, Rory's boyfriend." He said with a smug smirk.

"Funny, she never mentioned you. Tell her to call me when she gets right back."

With that Mark hung up.

"Dude who was it?" One of his friends asked.

"It looks like my Rory has been hiding something from me." He said pissed.

John didn't get cheated on.

It never happened, and he didn't like it.

He didn't like it one bit at all...

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"I have to get back." Rory said smiling at Tristan breathlessly.

Tristan pouted. She laughed at him.

"Zip up the back of my dress." She demanded.

They hadn't done anything serious, just some under the clothes making out.

"I need to go into the girls bathroom to fix my lipstick. I suggest you go into your bathroom and get whatever lipstick is on you." She said.

"Yea, yea,"

They kissed quickly before Rory left the room first, luckily there was no one to be seen. If Tristan came out of a closet, no one would ask questions.

She fixed herself before going back to the table and sitting down next to John. She listened to him talk to his friends for a few minutes for a few minutes not really paying attention.

"DUGREY!" John yelled over the music.

Tristan immediately was about to glare at him before putting on his 'Society' mask and walked over to the table.

"Hey J." He said casually sitting down across from Rory.

"So, DuGrey, tell me is it true that you're coming back to Chilton?" One of the guys asked.

"Yup, Military School couldn't handle me." He said in his former 'King of Chilton' tone.

"I can believe that. So DuGrey, I guess we'll be seeing each other then, my parents just enrolled me into Chilton." He said smirking.

"Great." Tristan managed to force out.

"Oh, This is Rory Gilmore, Rory this is Tristan DuGrey."

Rory smiled slightly at Tristan who just smirked at her. If he smiled back they would know something his up.

Rory knew that he couldn't break his mask.

"God Rory, at least say 'hi' to him." John demanded.

"Hi Tristan." She said weakly.

Tristan's hands immediately clenched into fist under the table at the tone of his voice.

"Why don't you make yourself useful and get me and my friend Tristan here a orange soda." He demanded with a smug ass smirk all the while.

Rory quickly got up and went to get him the drinks.

"So what do you think of her?" He asked the other guys at the table smirked and nodded approvingly. Tristan's knuckles where white from gripping them so tightly.

"What about you DuGrey?" John asked, noticing Tristan's silent behavior.

"She seems Mary-ish." He said hoping to dissuade John's interest in her.

"I know, that's the best part. When I fuck her ya know how fuckin' tight she'll be?" He said smirking.

Rory was back at the table now with the drinks. She put them down and John pulled a flask of Vodka out and poured it into the drinks.

Tristan had to wipe the blood from his palms, where his fingernails had broke skin from clenching his fists.

John downed the rest of his drink.

"Common Rory lets dance." He said while getting up, Rory followed him, as did Tristan's eyes.

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It was a slow song, that they where dancing to.

They danced for a few seconds in silence.

"Don't think that I don't know." He whispered.

'KNOW? About Tristan? How? What will he do?' She thought frantically.

"Know what?" She said in a fairly even voice.

"Know what." He mimicked. "About Mark." He said holding onto her wrists a little closer.

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Tristan was watching them and didn't see anything out of the ordinary.

"TRISSY!" Interrupted his thoughts.

He looked over and there was Summer.

"Hey Summer." He said in a bored tone, taking his gaze from Rory and John.

"I heard you where back from Military School and I had to see you where back for myself." She said looking him over.

"So, Military School did you good, nice bod. I was thinking about getting to see it better in my room." She said looking seductively at him.

Tristan looked at her and didn't know what he ever saw in her.

"No thanks." He said going to move past her where he could see Rory and John better because now where he was he couldn't see them anymore.

"No wait!" She said pulling him so he was facing her and not the dance floor.

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"What about Mark?" Rory asked timidly.

"Oh, I don't know maybe the fact that you're fucking him."

"WHAT!"

"Don't think I don't think I don't know who you really are, but being the nice guy that I am, I might forgive you." He said gripping her wrists even tighter.

"Ow, John, that really hurts." She whimpered.

"Come on." He said leading her out of the room and into the hallway and down a side hallway that no one really used.

He slammed her up against the wall, but not in the way that Tristan does, in a way that actually hurt.

She whimpered again and started to cry silently.

"No listen little slut, you're going to make this up to me. You are going to give me what I want with out complaining, got it?" He said leaning into her.

He knew that she never really had a thing with Mark, basically because if the guy was actually her boyfriend, he would have asked more questions about him, but she didn't know that he knew that.

'Oh my god.' Rory thought frantically. 'He's not kidding. Oh my god.'

'Where is Tristan?'

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A/N: Okay another chapter. Surprisingly, this was hard to write. Please REVIEW!