One Night's Mistake

By: RoxyRoo

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Summary: A story of how one night's mistake, can ruin the lives of two people.

AN: Wow, wow, wow, I can not believe how many reviews I got for that last chapter! 54 reviews! Note to self, want a lot of reviews, have Trory action, lol ;). Anyways, I got more into writing my Christmas story, so sort of neglected this... As it's been quite a few days since I last updated this, I figured I better get it up, since you guys were so great at reviewing. It is a little bit short... but that's all I had written. It would have been a few more days if I made it longer...

Chapter Fifteen

Rory smiled as she woke up. She felt secure. Protected. She had never felt this safe before. She slowly opened her eyes, realizing that she was not in her room. She frowned. As she tried to get up in alarm, she felt something heavy around her waist. She looked down to find a strong arm wrapped around her.

All of sudden shock came over as she remembered the night before. She could not believe she had let it go that far, had let it get so out of hand.

She delicately pried the arm away from her, scurrying from the room before he would awake. She quietly ran to her room, shutting the door behind her, before letting the tears fall.

Rory quickly took a shower, and got ready for classes. Once she was ready to go, she quietly peeked out of the door, not wanting to run into him so soon. His door was still open, however he was no longer in his bed. She could hear the shower running from his bathroom.

Rory quickly ran to the front door, grabbing her stuff and leaving before he came out.

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"Honey, I'm home," Tristan called jokingly, that evening when he got home from work.

Rory's head shot up, from where she was sitting at the dining room table studding. He was home early. She had planned to be in bed before he was to get home, to avoid seeing or talking to him. She quickly started gathering up her stuff, hoping maybe she could quickly sneak off to her room before he would notice.

"Hey Mary," Tristan said, walking into the room. Too late.

"Uh, hi," Rory said flustered, trying to avoid eye contact with him.

Tristan licked his lips. "These are for you." He held out a bouquet of colorful flowers, not a single one matching.

"Um, thanks," Rory said, taking them, still without looking at him. She went into the kitchen to find a vase for them.

Tristan followed her. "Is something wrong?" Tristan asked worriedly.

"No, nothings wrong," Rory said, as she filled the vase with water before putting the flowers in it.

"Look, about last night," Tristan started.

Rory's eyes snapped up to meet his for the first time that night. "We need to talk about that... It was stupid. A mistake."

Pain flashed through Tristan's eyes, before they became guarded, distant almost.

Ignoring what she saw, she went on, "We need to be more careful that stuff like that does not happen again. It'll just make things harder when this all ends. I would prefer for us to end things on a friendly note."

"Yeah, as friends," Tristan said sarcastically, starring at something behind her. Unable to meet her eyes. "Um, I forgot to do something, I have to go."

Rory starred after him as he left, the front door slamming behind him. She quickly turned, going to her room, and shutting the door behind her, before tears fell down her cheeks. She felt so confused right now. She wanted to be with Tristan, but she knew it was for the best if they were just friends. It did not help that she was still hurting over Logan. After all, Tristan was not much different than Logan. The rich playboy type. Right?

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The next morning, Rory still felt horrible. She quickly got ready to leave for school. She walked out of her room, looking towards Tristan's room. His bed was still untouched from the day before. He did not come home the night before.

Rory quickly wiped a tear away, before rushing out of the apartment, wanting to get as far away from it as she could.

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Rory sighed the next afternoon, as she reread the same sentence for what seems like the hundredth time. She was sitting in the library while she waited for her next class, trying to study. However she was distracted. Her mind kept wondering back to the last few days. The night before, Tristan had come back home, however did not say a word, heading straight for his room.

However not before she got a look at him. His business suit was crumpled, from not changing that morning before work. His tie hung loosely around his neck. His eyes seemed a bit blood shot, and she could swear she smelled alcohol.

She sighed again, looking away from the book. She just could not concentrate on it for the life of her.

"Anyone sitting here?"

Rory looked up to find Logan. She shook her head, looking back down at her book, which allowed her hair to fall to hide her face.

"Are you okay?" Logan asked with his head tilted to the side as he starred at her.

"Of course," Rory said softly, not looking up. "What are you doing here? I thought you don't go near the library?"

"I got lost again, and saw you sitting here alone," Logan explained. "That and I decided to actually check out a book for a paper I have to write."

"Oh," Rory answered, still looking at the book.

Logan continued starring at her, knowing that something was wrong. "Rory, what's the matter?"

"Nothing," Rory said, finally looking up.

"Did he do something to you?" Logan asked narrowing his eyes in anger.

"No," Rory answered, as she stood up, gathering her stuff. "I have to get to class."

She hurried off, before Logan could say anymore. She was not in the mood to talk. Especially to Logan.

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AN: I know several of you asked for her not to regret it, but I have a plan for this story, which includes this happening... Plus I think the story would have been kind of boring if I just left it after that saying "and they lived happily ever after...". Anyways, make sure to review! -Roxy