Title: Challenge
Summary: Tristan cheated on Rory. They break up. He wants her back.
Disclaimer: I own a few gorgeous posters of Chad. The real thing is sadly owned by Sophia Bush.
Last chapter:
After seeing Rory with some Yale leaflets Tristan decides that maybe he won't protest against his father anymore.
Chapter 5:
The day had finally come. After months of pining over Rory, trying his best to raise his GPA and struggling through hundreds of books and notes, he was finally at Yale. Graduation day had come –Rory had looked so beautiful–, his holiday had been spent in a rather comfortable atmosphere (since he had finally granted his fathers' wish of going to Yale they were getting along pretty nicely), and now he had just finished decorating his room. Stepping outside he wondered where Rory's room would be, and, more importantly, if she even was at Yale. He wouldn't know what to do if she wasn't. He had to get her back.
Looking around his gaze fell on every brown-haired girl. She didn't seem to be here. Strange. He had expected her to be early, like always, reading a book somewhere on a bench. His heart did an odd little flip-flop when he saw a girl sitting just like he imagined Rory would be. He had already set foot in her direction when she looked up. It wasn't her.
He inwardly cursed himself for being so weak. What had she done to him? He never used to be like this, so insecure and dependent. People had always been depending on him, for their laughs, their kicks, everything. They had looked upon him like he was a god, and did everything he asked them to. His Chilton days had been filled with laughter and pranks. He'd skipped class more than regularly to hang out in the schoolyard, joking around with his so-called friends.
Those days were over now. If she was here, and it was a very big if because last time they had spoken her mind was still set on Harvard, he'd show her just how dedicated he could be. He would work hard, attend every class, and not make fun of other people, just to prove to her that he could be worthy of her love.
Right then and there, when he was contemplating his plan of attack, she walked out of a building he guessed her dormroom was at. Although it was a very cliché thing to be said, he did hold his breath the moment the sunlight hit her hair. She looked so small, so fragile. Yet so strong. Almost like an angel. He nervously messed up his hair, wondering whether she would run off the moment she saw him or if she would only slap his face. He took a deep breath and walked over to her, as casual as he could.
"Hey there Mary"
He greeted her.
She looked up from the map she had been holding; her hands suddenly trembling as her gaze fell upon him. She took a deep breath before her eyes dared to travel up to his face.
"Hello"
She offered him coolly. He winced.
"Still angry with me then?"
He immediately dived into the deep.
She fixed her eyes on the map again, biting her lip as if she wasn't sure what to say.
"Rory"
He pleaded. She sighed.
"I'm over you Tristan. Don't go there anymore."
"I want you back"
He stated calmly, almost grinning when he saw how his words had struck a nerve. Her eyes bore into his, her whole posture rigid, although she was slightly trembling with what he thought was anger.
"I am not your possession Tristan DuGrey. Not some toy you can just play with until you're done and then toss aside until the next time you feel like playing with it. Being with you was the biggest mistake I ever made. I don't know why you've come to Yale but if it was just because you can't stand the fact that you've been dumped you're even more pathetic then I thought you were."
She brushed past him, the map firmly clutched in her hands as if she was trying really hard to control herself. He just stood there, watching her leave. Again.
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A/N: I am sooooo sorry for updating so slowly! Problem is, I've had some healthproblems. First of all I've got a deterioration in my wrist which makes it almost impossible for me to write. Second, I've been on the couch for almost three months, recovering from a tear in the muscle in my ankle. Auch. And no, I didn't have a laptop. Sigh. So anyway, review, and please tell me what you did or didn't like, and what you would like to happen next! Love you all!