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He'd Be A Fool Not To…
"Okay class I want you to read chapters 16 and 17 and complete the questions at the end of each chapter."
The class groaned all together; they had their texts open and they could see that each chapter had more then ten questions.
"And I want it done for tomorrow," the teacher told her class, an innocent smile playing on her lips.
Rory, who was sitting beside Paris, at the back of the class, wrote all that down automatically even though she really hadn't been paying attention to what they'd learned about that period.
Bringing her elbow onto the desk she sighed into her palm, staring into space, losing herself in her thoughts. Thoughts that were still centering on Tristin. She smiled at how much he'd love that idea. Rory made a mental note to try and make sure not to tell him about it.
"You know it helps to answer the questions if you actually read them," Paris said after watching Rory stare at nothing for the past 5 minutes.
Rory blushed slightly but turned to address Paris fully. "I know that Paris," she told the blonde dryly.
Paris shrugged her shoulders just as the bell rang, dismissing every class and signalling it was time for lunch. Everyone in the class packed up their books and made their way out of the classroom and either to their lockers or to the cafeteria. Everyone except Rory however. She wasn't as eager for lunch as everyone else. Actually she'd been dreading it for some time now. But she repeated to herself over and over again that she had to tell him and that now was the best time. And so with that thought she packed her books into her bag and slowly walked out the class. Her steps got smaller and her pace slowed down when she saw the doors to the cafeteria.
Drawing in a big breath and trying to slow her heart beat down a few notches she walked into the cafeteria. Rory had always been used to being invisible at Chilton. People didn't talk to her, they didn't see her really; she was still the new girl that didn't fit in. And she'd come to expect it. You could even say she counted on it. So you could imagine her surprise and embarrassment when every pair of eyes landed on her and the room went dead silent.
Rory's heart tripled, she was so sure every one in the cafeteria could hear it. Her blue eyes were as wide as they could go as she took in all their faces. The shocked ones, the curious ones. The millions of jealous and icy stares from most of the girls. Her breathing was coming out laboured now, as she was not used to being the centre of attention.
She was just about to walk in, was about to show everyone that she wouldn't be unnerved by them, when she caught sight of the table that Tristin Dugrey occupied. He was watching her with his blue, blue eyes but it wasn't him that shattered her confidence. It was guys that were sitting with him. They all had huge grins on their faces and they were patting him on the back, congratulating him. And even though she could see that Tristin wasn't even paying attention to his entourage it didn't help. And so with one last look at him she turned around and fled the cafeteria.
Tristin watched her fly out of the room, his heart heavy, feeling so bad for her. He cursed himself for coming to the cafeteria. He should have gone to her last class, but the guys had dragged him to their table. He was getting up to go after her when he finally heard what his friends were saying.
"Way to go T-man! Finally nailed the Gilmore chick!"
It echoed around the table, and every time he heard Tristin got even madder. He'd never had this sort of reaction before when his friends would all praise him for landing his conquest. But Rory wasn't a conquest, she was so much more then that. He wanted nothing more then to pound the guys surrounding him for driving her away but he knew that Rory needed him more so he ignored them and got up from his seat. But just as he stood he felt a hand on his shoulder and he looked beside him to see his friend Gary. He had the knuckle of his pointer finger in his mouth and he was looking at the spot Rory had just been standing on.
"Man, I'd love to get me some of that girl!" he exclaimed.
Fired burned dangerously in Tristin's dark blue eyes as he came closer to Gary. "You just couldn't leave it alone, could you?" he asked in a menacing tone and smacked Gary over the head with only a little force before he took off in the same direction Rory had taken.
He jogged through the halls until he got to the front doors to the school. He didn't know where Rory would go, either the library or outside in the quad. He pushed open one of the heavy doors and walked out onto the steps. He spotted her instantly. She was sitting on one of the many benches that adorned the front of Chilton. Tristin walked over to her, slipping his hands into the pockets of his pants. He slid onto the bench beside her, leaving a bit of space between them.
Rory sniffled a bit but didn't look at him. She didn't want him to see the tears swimming in her eyes; she didn't want him to know how much that had affected her. When she had ran from the cafeteria she'd started flashing back to what had been bugging her all weekend. She wasn't the type of girl Tristin dated. They all welcomed attention like that, they strived for it. But Rory was the exact opposite, and she didn't know if Tristin understood that.
"Hey," Tristin started gently. He slid closer to Rory on the bench and reached out with his hand, pushing back her hair that was hiding her face. He didn't move his hand from its place buried in her hair though. He loved the feeling of those silky strands against his fingers. "Rory?"
The girl in question immediately snapped her attention to him, feeling a blush creep up her neck; she wasn't used to him calling her by her first name. "Yah?" she managed to get out, surprised her voice was working.
Tristin sent her one of his famous smirks, and she felt her blush deepen. "Are you okay?" he asked after a second, the mood changing drastically.
Rory averted her eyes and was about to lower her head but Tristin placed his fingers on her chin. She was forced to look at him again and when she met his eyes she almost melted. They were so caring and compassionate, love and adoration pouring from them. She had been about to tell him it was nothing and that she was fine but with one look into his eyes she couldn't bring herself to lie. "I just don't like being…the centre of attention," Rory told him softly.
Tristin finally let go of her chin and ran that hand through his hair, exhaling. "I know," he said in a low voice. "God I feel like such a jerk. I should have warned you about that. But I just didn't…"
"You didn't think about it. You're used to it…" Rory broke the eye contact they'd had for a while. "The girls you usually date don't care about it either."
Tristin's eyebrows furrowed at that comment. He once again lifted her chin and looked into her beautiful blue eyes, hoping to find some sort of clue as to what she was feeling. And like always he wasn't let down, Rory had always been an open book, he's always been able to read her and know exactly how she felt with only one look into her eyes. And right now he saw doubt, loads of it. "Rory, those other girls don't matter. They didn't mean anything to me. You do and I need to know that you understand that." Tristin maintained eye contact throughout his little speech, so he'd know if she understood him.
Rory didn't know how to respond to that. She hadn't been prepared for that and now she was downright floored. "I'm different then the others?" she questioned tentatively.
Tristin gave her one of his genuine smiles that he saved only for her. "Of course you are," he told her reassuringly and was rewarded with a small smile from Rory. "So, are you okay Rory?" he asked, stilled overwhelmingly concerned for her.
Rory nodded her head a couple of times. "I'm okay. It's just gonna take a while for me to get used to all that attention," she explained it for him.
Tristin frowned a bit. "Don't worry about it too much. It won't always be like this, I promise. In a couple of weeks we'll be old news."
He had said the last part jokingly but it made Rory's insides heat up and her cheeks redden. She couldn't help but break out into a smile and feel all giddy inside. Tristin had just inadvertently told her that he thought they were going to be together for a couple of weeks. "A couple of weeks, huh?" she teased him, her smile still not wavering.
Tristin seemed confused for a bit before he caught on to what she was asking. He moved even closer to her, and bent his head down to her ear, making her body shudder. "Trust me Mary, I'm not going anywhere," he whispered hotly into her ear, before placing a small kiss on the shell of it. He pulled back a fraction of an inch so he could meet her eyes, which were as blue as he could ever remember.
Despite the volcano of heat erupting inside her, Rory managed to find her voice and finally expressed to him what she was so worried about. "Can I really trust you?"
Tristin pulled back a bit. He'd been expected that question but hearing it actually come from her lips was entirely different. He was silent for a moment, a dull flash of pain coming into his eyes, before he immediately covered it up. He hated the fact that Rory still had doubts about their relationship, about him. And even though he knew that his reputation didn't point him out as the most trustworthy person in the world, it still hurt. "Listen, Rory, I know that I haven't really given you any reason to trust me but I'm telling you now. I wouldn't ever do anything to hurt you or let anyone else hurt you." Tristin was staring into her eyes trying to convince her. He grabbed her hand with his, and slowly rubbed the pad of his thumb against her palm, sending warmth throughout her body. "I'm giving you my word," he whispered lovingly, and brought her hand up to his mouth where he placed a small kiss on it.
Rory could feel her defences weakening as she continued to drown in his beautiful blue eyes. She didn't understand how he knew exactly what to say to make all her doubts disappear. She offered him a little smile, which he reciprocated gladly and placed another kiss on her hand. "How much is your word really worth?" she asked him, but the sparkle in her eye told him she was joking.
Tristin felt himself flood with relief that he'd managed to convince her. He couldn't be happier as he grabbed onto her wrist gently and tugged her closer to him. Rory was settled right up beside him, their eyes boring into each others. He leaned down closer to her and when his lips were inches away from hers he breathed out his answer: "Oh about a pretty penny these days."
Rory smiled, her eyes lighting up, making her look absolutely beautiful to Tristin. He couldn't help himself as his gaze slipped down to her glossy lips. Slowly he brought his eyes back up to hers, a single question burning inside his almost black depths. Rory was beyond shocked to see that much desire in his eyes, and for her! She didn't trust her voice at that moment so all she did was bring her head closer, letting her lips brush against his. Tristin's eyes closed instantly and he took his hand away from her wrist and slid it around her waist, pulling her closer to him. Rory complied and wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing herself into him. As she felt the pressure of his mouth increase, she knew that she should stop this before it got out of control. Rory unhooked her arms from around Tristin's neck but let them travel down to his chest, stalling the inevitable. Tristin could fell her start to slowly draw back from him and he was instantly plagued with disappointment. He never wanted her to leave his embrace, but he knew that she was going to any minute now. Trying to hold onto to her for a bit longer he let one of his hands creep up her back and dive into her hair. He placed his hand on the back of her head and carefully tilted it to the side, angling her perfectly. Before Rory could protest, not that she actually wanted to, Tristin delved his tongue into her mouth and met her own. Throwing all her doubts and cautions out the window Rory let out a low moan as he massaged his tongue against her own. She wound her arms once again around his neck and let him take control, enjoying every minute of it.
"I knew there was something going on between you two!" A rough voiced cut through the haze that had been surrounding Rory and Tristin.
Rory opened her eyes seeing the figure of Paris Gellar standing right beside her, a very hostile look on her face. Rory could immediately feel her embarrassment creep up her neck, not to mention the enormous amount of guilt that threatening to boil over inside her. She finally applied the pressure to Tristin's chest she'd been planning to do before and she pushed him away from her.
He groaned at the lack of contact between them when Rory moved herself further down the bench. Tristin closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, trying to calm himself down. When he opened his eyes he was about to pull her closer to him again when he noticed finally saw Paris. "What do you want Paris?" he asked her with indifference, very annoyed that she'd interrupted his moment with Rory.
Rory glared at him and smacked his knee before she turned to look at Paris again. "Listen Paris I didn't want you to find out like this. I was going to tell you," she tried to explain to Paris so that the blonde would understand. She really didn't want Paris to become her number one enemy again.
Despite how much she wanted to hate Rory Gilmore right now Paris couldn't bring herself to. She knew how nice Rory could be; she'd experienced it first hand many times. And truthfully Rory was her only friend at Chilton except for Louise and Madelyn, and she knew deep down she didn't want to lose that friendship. But she couldn't overlook how much it hurt to see Rory with Tristin; the man she'd loved since she could remember. Paris looked at Rory again and she could see the guilt swimming in her eyes and Paris knew how bad Rory must feel and so she made a decision right then. "It's okay, Gilmore," she told Rory, her voice softening a little and her expression becoming a lot more friendly. Paris stood there for a moment, the three of them bathing in an awkward silence, before Paris turned around and left.
"Did we step into the twilight zone or something?" Tristin asked, breaking the silence.
Rory looked over at him, her blue eyes filled to the brim with confusion. "I think Paris might have finally gotten over her crush on you, or at least is trying to move past it," she told him, still not believing it herself.
Tristin was silent for a minute before his trade mark smirk spread across his face. "I never thought I'd see the day," he exclaimed smoothly, watching Paris trudge towards the other side of the school.
That comment earned him another smack from Rory. "Shut up Tristin!"
"Ouch! You'll pay for that missy," he told her, his voice low and dangerous.
Rory looked over at him playfully. "Oh really, what's my punishment?" she asked him, surprising herself at how bold she was around him now.
Tristin's eyes widened before darkening considerably as he reached across the bench and grabbed her hand. He pulled her closer to him, until they were mere inches apart. "This," he breathed sensually right on her lips before swooping down to capture them with his own.
Rory moaned at the contact and let herself get wrapped up in him for a minute before she broke away from him again. She let her forehead fall against his, as they both breathed raggedly, trying to calm down. Rory slowly brought her head back and placed a small kiss on his lips but pulled away before he could do anything.
"Rory, you really have to stop doing that," he mumbled.
Rory smiled, glad that she had that kind of affect on him. "Well then Tris, I know for sure that you're gonna hate the rule I just came up with," she told him matter of factly.
Tristin groaned, he was pretty sure he knew just what kind of rule she was talking about. "Please don't say what I think you're going to say," he pleaded with her.
Rory copied his exact smirk before she replied. "No PDA. I'm sorry Tristin but I'm just not that comfortable making out in front of the whole school," she told him.
Tristin looked devastated with the idea. "But you've done it already a couple of times," he tried to explain to her.
"Yah I know, but it's not going to happen again," she told him firmly.
Tristin looked around for a moment before dropping down closer to her. "Not even if I do this?" he asked, as his hand pushed away the hair from her shoulder and he planted a small kiss right on her neck.
Rory tilted her neck to the side enjoying the sensations he made her feel before she pulled back. "Tristin that's cheating!" she exclaimed, but couldn't help the small smile from playing on her lips.
Tristin looked defeated as he let his head fall onto her shoulder. "You can't do this to me Mary," he murmured.
Rory let her hand travel up to his hair, where it dived into the soft blonde locks. She absolutely loved his hair, she'd come to notice. "Yes I know it's going to be hell for you, but it won't be all contact gone."
Tristin brightened a bit and pulled back from her shoulder. "So I can still kiss you?" he asked hopefully.
Rory pulled her hand back and smiled at him. "As long as you can control yourself," she warned him.
Tristin brought his hand up, his first three fingers pointed upright. "Scouts honour," he told her a smirk playing on his lips.
Rory laughed at that and it brought a real smiled to Tristin's lips. He loved her laugh and he loved it even more when he was the one who caused it. Their moment was interrupted when the bell signalling the end of lunch rang throughout the quad. "We should go Mary," Tristin told her as he stood up from the bench and stuck out his hand.
Rory smiled again and grabbed his hand, letting him pull her up from the bench and close to his side. She couldn't stop herself from smiling, everything seemed to be so perfect and she couldn't be happier.