Chapter Twenty-Six: No Matter What Anyone Says, Gossip Can Really Hurt

Author: AngelDani

Rating: PG-13 for some major swearing, sexual tension and some mild sexual references in later chapters

Pairings: Trory

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.

"What's up Gilmore?"

Rory resisted the urge to shiver as she heard him huskily say her name in that sexy voice of his. She turned from her locker and to him. "Oh so we're back to last name basis are we DuGrey?"

"I have many names for you my little Mary." Tristan tapped her nose and brought her closer to him. "Although when I'm through with you, you won't be such a Mary no more."

Rory rolled her eyes and pulled away from him, "In your dreams DuGrey."

"Haven't we had this conversation before?" Tristan told her, an eyebrow cocked. "I told you I usually get what I dream."

"I believe that was wish." Rory got out her French book. "What have you got now?"

"Psych." Tristan told her and slowly edged closer to her, "But I could blow it off to be with my Mary."

"Thanks but no thanks." Rory closed her locker. "I have a French test that I have to take."

Tristan's lips hovered over hers. "Then I think I'll have to just steal a kiss for the road." And with that he brought his lips upon hers and explored the places that just last week he would have believed that he was dreaming if what was happening to him now had happened then.

Rory pulled away, flustered. "Bye." And with a flick of chestnut hair she left him standing next to her locker, feeling rather unsatisfied.

Tristan ran a hand through his blonde locks, suddenly aware of his surroundings. Obviously they had surprised the hell out of Chilton. The hoards of gaping onlookers was living proof of how much they had shocked them.

Not that he cared.

Because being in the limelight was what he was all about.

Tristan smirked and went to psychology.

It was obvious who he'd be daydreaming about during that boring lesson.

Rory scanned through her French notes, trying to keep her mind on the subject, which was very difficult to do.

Rory sighed.

She was happy. But another part of her was agitated.

She liked Tristan, and she wanted to give him a chance, but she didn't want to be another one of his chicks that he made out with between classes and on lockers.

She didn't want to be Summer.

Rory bit her lip. She knew that she was probably going to have to tell him how she was feeling.

She hoped he'd understand. Rory knew that Tristan was used to having girls all over him and being completely comfortable with public displays of affection.

She hoped he'd understand.

"So DuGrey, I hear that you nailed that Gilmore chick." Malcolm said to him. "Man she is hot stuff. Lucky you."

Tristan looked at his friend in surprise, "Where'd you hear that?"

"I think that little display between the two of you this morning kind of gave it away." Malcolm said with a knowing smile. "And I have to ask, how on earth did you do it? Last time I checked that little sassy wanted nothing to do with you."

Tristan grinned at him, "Just charm, I guess."

"Well that is some great charm you got there DuGrey. I didn't think anyone would be able to crack her." Malcolm told him, "So tell me? Was it good?"

Tristan frowned, "Get your mind out of the gutter, Mal. We haven't even been on a first date yet. Do you honestly think that I'd pounce on her after two days of making out?"

Malcolm raised an eyebrow. "Correct me if I'm wrong but that is pretty much your M.O."

Tristan shook his head at him, "This is Mary we're talking about. She's not like one of those whores that you're used to. She's not like that."

Malcolm stared incredulously, "I'm sorry but are you saying that you're with this girl because you care about her? You have got to be kidding me."

"She's different." Tristan told him.

"Good Lord, you do care about her!" Malcolm said in surprise and laughed, "Man, oh man I didn't think I'd see the day where Tristan DuGrey would grow a heart." Malcolm ran a hand through his brown hair and started to leave. "Well then have fun, but I sure as hell hope that you won't become one of those ridiculous pussy-whipped dorks who walk around the halls holding hands and saying 'I love you' at every chance you get." And then he left.

Tristan glared at his retreating back.

Rory went into the girls bathroom, frustrated. All day long she'd been getting dirty looks from girls that she didn't even know. If looks could kill she'd be a stain on the floor.

She went into one of the stalls and closed the door just as she heard some girls come into the room.

"Can you believe that bitch, Rory Gilmore, is Tristan DuGrey's girlfriend?" A girl Rory recognised as Cissy Roberts said.

"I know," an unknown girls voice said. "Did you see Summer's face this morning? I thought she was going to have a coronary."

"Summer's going to make Gilmore pay." Cissy said. "You know what she does to people who cross her."

"Yeah didn't she make Jamie Wilson transfer schools?"

"Yeah. I have no idea how Gilmore got him."

"Probably screwed him at Madeline's party."

Rory gasped.

Cissy finished her hair, "I wouldn't put it past her. You ready to go?"

"Yeah."

They left.

Rory came out of the stall, breathing heavily, unable to believe what she'd just heard. Was this seriously what people thought? That she was some sort of slut that slept with Tristan and that's why they were together? Rory was unable to stop a tear that rolled down her cheek. How could these people be so cruel?

Rory shook her head and walked out of the bathroom.

She needed to think.

Tristan scanned the cafeteria. There she was, sitting alone at a table as usual reading and listening to whatever she was listening to. He grinned and took a seat next to her.

"Hello Mary."

Rory had felt his presence the minute he'd walked into the cafeteria. She bit her lip. She wasn't sure that she wanted to face him today. "Hi Tristan."

Tristan leaned over and took off her headphones. "How was your day?" he shot her that winning smile of his.

"Okay." Rory said quietly, trying to have as little conversation as possible.

Tristan looked at her, concerned, "Is something wrong?"

"I'm fine." Rory told him.

"Rory..."

"Tristan. I'm fine." Rory gathered her things. "I just need to get going."

"But..." Tristan looked at her, "Rory tell me."

"I have to go Tristan." And she let the cafeteria.

Tristan looked confused. What was going on with her?

He had to find out.

AN: HELLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! I AM BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!! (Dani blushes at her ridiculous outburst) I am sooooooooooooo sorry I took absolutely forever to get that posted but my computer crashed and I had to get it fixed. Hope you enjoyed that!