Chapter Thirty: An Evil Observer

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.

"You have got to fucking be kidding me!" Summer whispered angrily into her cell phone. "All your sources, and you still came up with nothing!"

"What can I say? She's fucking clean." Sam replied, rolling his eyes.

"Oh come on!" Summer snapped. "Nobody is perfect Sam. She must have some skeletons in her closet."

"I'm telling you she's skeleton-free. Pure as the bloody driven snow"

Summer growled in frustration and snapped her phone shut. "Fuck." She snapped. It had been two weeks and she still hadn't been able to find some dirt on Rory Gilmore. Even worse, Rory and Tristan seemed to have grown closer over this period of time.

Summer could not believe how pussy-whipped Tristan was acting.

She stared across the room at the two who had gotten themselves a private table at the cafeteria. Summer glared. Tristan was now whispering in her ear and 'pure sweet Rory' blushing like the stupid inexperienced schoolgirl she was.

"Fine," she whispered venomously, "If I can't find something to ruin her, I'll just have to create something myself."

"You cannot be serious."

"What makes you think I'm not serious?"

"Because the words coming out of your mouth do not ring any serious bells to me."

Tristan rolled his eyes, "C'mon, I know you'll love it."

Rory stared. "I am not going to eat that."

Tristan held up the sandwich, "Peanut butter, jelly, ketchup and scrambled eggs. It's delicious."

Holding her nose in the air, her mouth in a pout, which Tristan happened to find delectable, Rory replied, "Tristan, as a Gilmore I like to think of myself as one with the iron stomach. But there has to be certain times I draw the line. This is one of them."

Tristan smirked, "Bock, bock."

To this he earned a frown. "Did you just do what I think you did?"

"Bock, bock."

"I am not chicken!"

"Bock, bock!"

Rory narrowed her eyes, grabbed the sandwich and fixed her at the moment very irritating boyfriend with a cold glare. Wrinkling her nose, she brought the nasty looking thing up to her lips and took a large bite.

Rory stopped.

Tristan waited.

And waited.

And stared.

Rory was chewing slowly.

Gradually, a smile appeared on her face.

"Wow… that's pretty… wonderful."

Tristan stared at her in disbelief. "Are you serious?"

"What makes you think I'm not serious?"

"Because the words coming out of your mouth do not ring any serious bells to me." Tristan replied, mimicking her own words.

Rory rolled her eyes. "No, it is pretty good." She stopped, "But you know that don't you?" Rory asked suspiciously.

Tristan smirked, "No actually, I don't." He laughed, "I just wanted to see if you'd actually eat it."

"Are you kidding me? You actually got up this morning and made this just to see if I would actually eat it?"

"Uh huh."

"You are a strange and mysterious person Tristan Dugrey." Rory took another bite of the sandwich. "But actually right now you really don't know what you're missing."

Tristan snickered. "I hope you don't think I'm gonna kiss you after that's been in your mouth."

Rory gave him the famous, some what cliché, puppy dog eyed look. "Awwww… you know you want these lips…"

Tristan stubbornly shook his head.

Rory blinked her eyes seductively, "C'mon… you can't resist!"

Tristan grinned and gave her a sweet peck on the lips. "Yea… I can't. Damn! Now you know all my weaknesses!"

Rory smiled and settled into his embrace. Tristan rested his chin on her head, taking in the intoxicating scent of cherries and vanilla that clung to her hair. "Hmmm…" Rory said contentedly.

Puling her closer, Tristan suddenly remembered something that he'd been meaning to ask her, "How have things been going for you? Is Summer still giving you trouble?"

"No, she's actually been pretty quiet these last couple of weeks." Rory replied. "I don't know to be happy about that or concerned that she's planning something."

"If she does anything you know you can talk to me right?"

Turning around and capturing his lips Rory said quietly "I know. I'm glad that you care so much."

"What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't care?" Tristan kissed her nose and they both got up. "Oh and by the way, I wanted to ask you something."

"Hmmm?"

"Are you busy Sunday?"

Rory thought, "I don't think so."

"Well my parents have this charity lunch thing going on and there making me go, I wanted to know if you would keep me company?" Tristan asked nervously. He failed to add that he never brought dates to his parents things but Rory was different.

Rory smiled warmly. "Of course I will" She hugged him "I would love to go."

Summer was seething.

He invited her to his family function.

He invited that stupid piece of trash to a DuGrey function to show off to his wealthy family.

He had never taken her to one of those things.

This had gone far enough. This insanity had to be stopped and she was just the person to do it.

AN: I am SOOOOOOOOO sorry! Please forgive me! But after and extremely long hiatus I AM BACK! YAY! Sorry about that but I was doing year eleven and I did not have time. Now I'm on my summer holidays and I have plenty of time to write! Next year will be my final year at school so if this story does go into next year, I have to warn you that the updates will not be quick. But I am determined to finish this story even if it kills me! Thank you for being so patient with me my lovely readers! I love you sooooooooooo much!