Chapter Fourteen: Ohhh... He's So Cute!
Author: AngelDani
Rating: R for some major swearing, sexual tension and some mild sexual
references in later chapters
Pairings: Trory, Narco
Disclaimer: I own nothing in Gilmore Girls. If I did I would not only be
one of the richest people alive but I would also be the happiest person
alive coz I'd be surrounded by so many hotties!
Summery: Rory Gilmore just moved to Chilton from SHH, there she meets
Tristan, who is basically the King of the school, and boy does he know it.
When Rory stops Tristan from beating someone up and practically yells in
his face, war is declared.
Authors Note: In this story Rory is gonna be a little OC. She's still gonna
have her personality, but I'm gonna make it that she's into martial arts
and she loves to play pranks. Also there's gonna be a bit of narcoleptics
in this story. Not a whole lot, but just enough to give Tristan some
competition.
"Photos?" Rory asked.
"Check."
"Overhead Projector in each classroom?"
"Check."
"Copies of photos for each classroom?"
"Check."
"Computers set for the time it's gonna happen?"
"Check!"
"Okay," Rory closed her notebook and smiled, "Everything's in order."
"I've gotta tell you Rory," Lisa said, "This is pure genius."
"Well I can't take the credit. It was all James, Steve and Ray."
"But you had to set it all up." Claire said.
"I have to ask you guys, how did you get the photos?"
Claire and Lisa smirked.
"Simple distraction." They both said at the same time.
Tristan was sitting in his chemistry class, totally zoned out. The professor was going on about some shit and he was bored out of his mind. I wonder why that overhead projector's there? Maybe we're watching something?
Suddenly the projector turned on. And the professor had nothing to do with it.
Tristan's smirked as he saw what was on the screen.
Tristan DuGrey
Oh Baby!
Then that was replaced by a picture of him as a baby and sitting naked on his bed.
The smirk disappeared.
Another picture of him sitting on the potty.
Tristan started to seethe.
A picture of him wearing a basket on his head.
One guess who was behind this.
The class was laughing.
They weren't that funny.
He could feel his face going red
"What is this?" Professor Simmons asked. "Who's behind this abomination?"
"Sir," Lisa said from behind, "Tristan obviously wanted all the girls to see how cute he was as a baby so that he'd score easier."
"Mr DuGrey!"
"Sir, I didn't do this."
"You will see me after class."
"But Sir!"
"I am not saying that you are to blame but you are to still see me after class."
Tristan sat back, annoyed. How the hell did she manage that? He knew that she hadn't been to his house to get those baby photos. She didn't even know where he lived.
She had to have had inside people.
He looked around the classroom and looked at Lisa.
Claire and Lisa!
They'd come to his house on Thursday and he and Lisa had gone to get drinks while Claire hung around in the living room.
Ohhh... he'd get her for this.
Now he was more determined than ever to think up some master plan. But what?
He went through the rest of the lesson trying to think up a way to get revenge. Now it had to be something huge. After the lesson he went to Professor Simmons and he told him that he didn't know who would have done it. No need to get teachers involved. He wanted her for himself.
He met her at her locker that day.
"Gilmore."
"DuGrey."
"You do realise that now I'll have to kill you."
"Old Tristan. That line is very old."
"But it's a classic."
"I thought you had more wit than that." She said, mocking his own words.
Tristan laughed, "I'm gonna wipe that smile off that pretty little face of yours."
"Tristan, your like my great uncle Algie. All talk, no action."
"If you want action that can be arranged." Tristan said, getting closer to her and putting his hand around her waist, rubbing her back.
Trying to hide the shivers that were running down her spine, Rory said, "You must be getting pretty familiar with this word by now." She got a little closer to him and whispered in his ear. "No."
And with that she turned heel and walked away.
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"Photos?" Rory asked.
"Check."
"Overhead Projector in each classroom?"
"Check."
"Copies of photos for each classroom?"
"Check."
"Computers set for the time it's gonna happen?"
"Check!"
"Okay," Rory closed her notebook and smiled, "Everything's in order."
"I've gotta tell you Rory," Lisa said, "This is pure genius."
"Well I can't take the credit. It was all James, Steve and Ray."
"But you had to set it all up." Claire said.
"I have to ask you guys, how did you get the photos?"
Claire and Lisa smirked.
"Simple distraction." They both said at the same time.
Tristan was sitting in his chemistry class, totally zoned out. The professor was going on about some shit and he was bored out of his mind. I wonder why that overhead projector's there? Maybe we're watching something?
Suddenly the projector turned on. And the professor had nothing to do with it.
Tristan's smirked as he saw what was on the screen.
Tristan DuGrey
Oh Baby!
Then that was replaced by a picture of him as a baby and sitting naked on his bed.
The smirk disappeared.
Another picture of him sitting on the potty.
Tristan started to seethe.
A picture of him wearing a basket on his head.
One guess who was behind this.
The class was laughing.
They weren't that funny.
He could feel his face going red
"What is this?" Professor Simmons asked. "Who's behind this abomination?"
"Sir," Lisa said from behind, "Tristan obviously wanted all the girls to see how cute he was as a baby so that he'd score easier."
"Mr DuGrey!"
"Sir, I didn't do this."
"You will see me after class."
"But Sir!"
"I am not saying that you are to blame but you are to still see me after class."
Tristan sat back, annoyed. How the hell did she manage that? He knew that she hadn't been to his house to get those baby photos. She didn't even know where he lived.
She had to have had inside people.
He looked around the classroom and looked at Lisa.
Claire and Lisa!
They'd come to his house on Thursday and he and Lisa had gone to get drinks while Claire hung around in the living room.
Ohhh... he'd get her for this.
Now he was more determined than ever to think up some master plan. But what?
He went through the rest of the lesson trying to think up a way to get revenge. Now it had to be something huge. After the lesson he went to Professor Simmons and he told him that he didn't know who would have done it. No need to get teachers involved. He wanted her for himself.
He met her at her locker that day.
"Gilmore."
"DuGrey."
"You do realise that now I'll have to kill you."
"Old Tristan. That line is very old."
"But it's a classic."
"I thought you had more wit than that." She said, mocking his own words.
Tristan laughed, "I'm gonna wipe that smile off that pretty little face of yours."
"Tristan, your like my great uncle Algie. All talk, no action."
"If you want action that can be arranged." Tristan said, getting closer to her and putting his hand around her waist, rubbing her back.
Trying to hide the shivers that were running down her spine, Rory said, "You must be getting pretty familiar with this word by now." She got a little closer to him and whispered in his ear. "No."
And with that she turned heel and walked away.
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