Title: Challenge

Summary: Tristan cheated on Rory. They break up. He wants her back.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Last chapter: Tristan goes to Yale to get Rory back. When they meet up she's not acting too friendly.

A/N: Sorry if this is a short chapter. My wrist still hurts.

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He knocked on her door. More like pounded. She had to listen to him. She had to see that it wasn't his fault. He had been drunk. He hadn't known. He would never hurt her like that, didn't she know? Didn't she understand?

"Rory open up!"

It was two in the morning and he was drunk as hell. He didn't care. He didn't care how much noise he made, as long as she listened to him. Why didn't she open the door? She couldn't be scared of him, could she? No. She wouldn't be. She knew he wasn't like that. She knew that he was kind and sweet.

Didn't she?

"Rory!"

She opened the door so fast that he almost stumbled inside.

"Go away Tristan! You're waking the whole dorm. You're drunk..."

She said disgusted, when she smelled him.

"Rory...please...please don't...I..."

"You have no right to come here. Not after what you did."

"Mary..."

He tried to grab her arm but she quickly took a step back.

"Go to bed Tristan. Sleep. I won't talk to you when you're drunk. You know you're horrible when you're drunk."

"I was drunk."

"Yes you are."

Rory said, thinking that he was talking about this evening.

"No...you don't understand. I was drunk. Summer. I was drunk. At that party. Very drunk. Not good."

Rory shook her head. She noticed that he was about to collapse and wrapped her arm around his waist.

"Come. I'll take you to your dorm."

She silently cursed herself for being the nice girl. He didn't deserve this. But then what was she supposed to do? Just let him sleep on the floor right in front of her door? She couldn't do that. Paris would throw a fit and she didn't need that right now. It had been hard enough these past months already. She couldn't help but think about Tristan almost every day. Not to mention that he practically followed her around everywhere, trying to get her to talk to him. It made her wonder. Did he care about her? Could he really have been in love? It was not like Tristan to follow a girl around, especially not if he had already had her. Or did he just want to have her again? Did he want to take her virginity and would he leave her afterwards?

A few months ago she would have never thought something like this about him. She had come to know him as a sweet boy, one with many troubles at home. She had accused him of lying to her. Of making up the fights with his father. He had shut her out afterwards, but now here was again. At Yale. Had he given in to his father to be here with her? It seemed so unlike Tristan. But maybe she hadn't known him to begin with.

As she opened up the door to his room he tried to kiss her. She hesitated for a second, which gave him the time to press his lips on hers. She wasn't sure if she had just been too slow or whether she had wanted this. His lips were soft. He wasn't pushing anything, which was weird because he was usually very rude when he was drunk.

Rory led him to his bed and took off his shoes before putting a blanket on top of him. It took all her self-discipline not to wipe his hair from his forehead. Instead she looked at him quietly. He sighed softly, his eyes closed.

"I love you"

He mumbled, before passing out.

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