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Chapter Three- Anyone's Arms

Now that she has mastered the courage of going into the cafeteria, she felt much more comfortable and wasn't as stressed. She walked into the classroom easily and took her seat, ignoring Tristan and and his friends whispering behind her.

Suddenly she felt someone pull back her hair, and before she could move a muscle, lips collided with her neck.

"Hey babe" she heard Tristan whisper.

"Get away!" she yelled, jumping out of her seat, "what the hell do you think you're doing?"

"well after you acted at the party, I well, assumed that we're together… you seemed pretty enthusiastic two nights ago" he said, smirking- as usual, as this was only a game. She guessed that, to him, it was.

She stared at him, trying to stop the tears from spilling out of her eyes, she felt a lump in her throat, thus stopping her from giving him a smart comeback like usual. She knew that if she even tried to talk she would burst into tears and humiliate herself even more- if it was even possible.

She turned around, and walked away. She didn't expect him to run after her, to hug her- even though she jerked away, and to whisper soothing words in her ear.

After she calmed down, she realized she was skipping class, but she knew that she couldn't go in this state, her eyes were probably red and puffy, and most of all she couldn't go with Tristan.

"Tristan, go" she said softly, she hated him for what he had done to her, even though it wasn't a huge deal to him, or probably anyone else. She hated him.

"why? It's obvious that you need me" he replied. Even though the statement was arrogant in it self, she could tell he meant that she needed someone- and he just happened to be there.

But, she didn't want his help.

"I don't need you! You just humiliated me! And you think I'm going to welcome you with open arms? Or open legs?" she shouted, they were now outside, Tristan had walked her to a table in the back of the school, so she wasn't worried about everyone hearing them.

He started laughing.

Laughing. Exactly what she needed.

"You call this helping?" she asked desperately, feeling tired and vulnerable.

"no, I'm sorry" he said, whiping tears from his eyes, "I can help you, just act like you're my girlfriend, people will think what you did was intentional and they won't say that you're a slut"

"NO!"

Pause

"people think I'm a slut! I was drunk! It wasn't my fault!"

"you weren't drunk… you barely drank. I can only think you really wanted me. He said, and with that, he pecked her on the mouth and went back towards the school.

"I'm not your girlfriend!" she yelled after a moment, startled by his kiss.

He ignored her and continued walking.

Rory spent the rest the day in classes, shutting her conversation with Tristan out of her mind, because-she knew, that if she thought about it even a little bit, she will start crying.

She hated him.

It was bad enough as it was, she almost slept with him. If they hadn't fallen asleep her name would me Magdalene now. And he managed to make it worse, it was amazing, he was the only one with the powers to make a very bad situation, pure revolting situation.

As soon as she hopped on the bus (it wasn't really a hop, on account of her three huge bags, and a very heavy heart) she started crying. She didn't care that all the passengers stared at her, she just wanted the ache to stop.

The bus ride was long and agonizing, apart from the fact that she cried and cried she had to sit next to a huge man that smelled really bad.

"Rory?" she heard a familiar voice as soon as she stepped off the bus.

"Jess" she said, suddenly very self conscious, cursing herself for crying and making her eyes puff up.

"you back from school?" he asked, ignoring the obvious fact that she cried.

"oh… yeah" taken aback by his casualness. She thanked him for it though, he was being nice and respectful, she knew that if he asked what happened she will start crying again.

"oh, that good"

"what are you doing here?" Rory asked, trying to act in the same manner, probably not doing so well though.

"out for a walk"

"oh" she had to get away, she felt terrible, she was going to barf.

"well I'll walk you home? Well I'll walk you half of the way actually, 'cause Luke's going to kill me if I don't get back so I'll walk p to the diner" he rambled. HE was rambling! Jess- rambling! That was not possible. Maybe the fact that she looked like a sick panda had thrown him off.

"sure" she replied.

They walked, talking a little and the diner came into view a little to fast for her taste.

"well, I'm going to go in" Jess said

Suddenly she didn't feel so good, she needed a bathroom fast. She calculated in her head, will she be able to make it to her house? Her stomach grumbled- obviously not.

"Jess…" she started, and ran into the diner, up the stairs and into Luke's apartment and straight to the bathroom, barely making it. Jess came in and held her hair away from her face, and didn't say anything. After a while, when Rory was sure she hadn't eaten THAT much, she brought her head out of the toilet.

"gilmore, you eat to much" he said, smiling.

She stared at him for a minute and started crying. Jess stared at her for a moment, not sure what exactly to do, he hated when girls cried. But Rory never cried, she must have had a good reason. He bent down and sat next to her, he stroked her hair, and when Rory pushed herself into him, he hugged her. They sat like that for minutes, hours maybe, or even days, she didn't know. She just knew it felt so good to be in his arms. It might not have been the fact that it was his arms, maybe she just liked body warmth, but surely she wouldn't feel so safe in anyone's arms?

"Jess?" she asked, feeling embarrassed.

"you don't have to tell me if you don't want to" he said.

"thank you" she whisperd.

"you should go" he said

"oh yeah" she said.

And left.

"Mom?" Rory said, walking in to her house.

Silence

"Mom?"

Silence

She was alone. And she wanted a bath.

As soon as she got into the bath, she washed her mouth with the warm water, getting all the filth out of her mouth. She still ached, though not as much as before, she looked at her arm, where she saw a sound blue bruise that apparently Tristan caused That Night; she preferred not to think about it as a hicki. She hated him. And he touched her. And it was her fault.

He touched her.