1A/N So I like this story, I'm not getting many reviews, but I still like it, and I'll continue writing it until I realize that people really hate this and I'll kill myself. But, I don't think it sucks yet so, here is another chapter from the house of Kessemm. So this chapter isn't going to be funny, very angsty, I hope it works out.
Warning: A little violence in this chapter, if anything in here offends you I am completely sorry.
Oh and I want to thank my Beta- literatiever. Thanks!
Enjoy!
Chapter 6: New Complaint
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I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your
priceless advice
Nirvana- Heart Shaped Box
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She needed a walk.
She looked at her clock; it read 12:30 am. How was she going to wake up for school tomorrow?
She got out of bed, put on a coat and scribbled a note for her mom, and put it on her pillow. Walking out the door, she remembered she was still in her pajamas, but decided to keep on walking, who will she meet at a time like this?
As she walked, she took in the cold fresh air and stared at the sky. She walked like that for a couple minutes, hours maybe, just staring at the stars, day dreaming, well, night dreaming. Than she realized where she was, it wasn't a big shock to her that she was already next to the diner- Starts Hollow was small after all- but what did surprise her was who was in the dark empty diner- Jess.
She took a step back, where Jess couldn't see her, she remembered that he told her once, when they were in the car, that he loved sitting in the empty diner at night, and reading. He would sneak downstairs after Luke fell asleep and watch the town sleep.
She was happy he was there.
She knocked on the diner door, he looked up, she saw his face light up for a moment, but then he had his usual smirk on, and he came to open the door.
"Rory?" he said.
"Hi." she said lamely, "Can I come in?"
He opened the door without a word.
She smiled, he wanted her there.
He turned and clicked the "on" button on the coffee maker.
"You know me so well." she said, and then she suddenly realized something, "You know!" she exclaimed
"I know a lot of things, anything in particular?" he said, still smirking.
"About me and Dean." she replied.
His smirk faded. "What about you and Dean?" he asked.
"You know that we broke up! You've known the whole time!" Rory said. She felt her face heat up. She had to calm down, if not, Luke would wake up, and well, she wanted to see how Jess reacted to this whole thing.
"What makes you say that?" He asked.
"Well, you asked me if Tristan was my boyfriend, but Dean was supposed to be my boyfriend! So hah! You knew!" she exclaimed.
"Rory, keep it down, Luke's sleeping, you don't want him to come down in the middle of the night in his boxers do you?" Jess said calmly, smirking.
"How can you smirk? Wipe that smirk off!" She said, and rubbed his cheek, trying not to slap him.
"Rory! Calm down! So what if I knew? Why is it a big deal?" He said, feeling very self conscious with her hand on his cheek.
"You don't care?" she asked, her eyes filling up. She started pulling her hand away but he didn't let her, he put he hand on hers.
He didn't let her.
He didn't let her!
"It depends on what you mean by care." he said.
"You're my friend" she said, still feeling happy about the fact that she still had his hand on his face.
"Right." he said, and let go of her hand.
"Jess," she said desperatly, "work with me here, what do you mean by 'what I mean by care'?" she asked.
"You're hurting" he said, looking into her eyes.
His eyes, brown. She liked that his eyes were brown, just plain brown. It was so… normal.
"I'm not," she said. "I'm just sad about how it happened"
"Rory?"
"Yeah?" they were about four feet apart now.
"He's a bastard." he stated icily.
"No he's not, he was right." she said quietly, her voice cracking.
"Right?" he asked, staring at her.
"For breaking up with me." she said, smiling through her, now falling, tears.
"Oh, that" he said, smirking.
They just stood there for a few moment, enjoying the silence.
"So" Jess said.
"Yeah?" She asked, trying not to sound to eager, she wanted him to say something, about her being single now. And about the kiss.
The kiss she dreamt about all summer.
"Who's that Tristan guy?" he asked.
"He's…" she paused, she was disappointed. "he's just being an ass, it fine don't worry." she tried to sound cheerfull.
"Oh"
"Well, you know what? I'm a little tired." She yawned as if to prove her point. "I have to get back." She gestured to the direction of her house.
"Oh, well I'll see you tomorrow?" he asked.
"yeah… sure."
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She arrived late.
She didn't wake up on time, then Lorelei had to drive her. She didn't even have breakfast.
She entered the classroom, gave the teacher a note from her mom, and sat down.
"Hey babe." She heard Tristan whisper from behind her.
She ignored him.
She felt his fingers massage her spine.
"Mr. DuGrey, leave Ms. Gilmore's spine alone please." Mrs. Bishop said, causing the class to snicker.
Rory leaned her forehead on the table.
This was going to be a long day…
Lunch. Hurrah!
Not.
"Rory? Last night was so tiring for you, you couldn't wake up?" he said from behind her.
So he was going to keep doing this? Fine. She will be merciless.
"Of course not sweetie!" she said loudly "You didn't even hold up for ten seconds, I'm sorry, but that doesn't tire out a girl." she smiled and batted her eyelashes at him.
He stared at her.
Some of his friends burst out laughing.
She felt like she could dance and never stop. Dance and dance and dance and-
"Rory, see me outside for a second?" Tristan asked, well, commanded.
"No."
"Rory." He grabbed her arm, hard "Outside, now." She was going to bruise.
Reluctantly she stood up and let him drag her, on the way out she caught Paris' gaze, she looked away immediately. Why didn't Paris understand she didn't want this?
As soon as they exited the double doors, Tristan shoved her into the men's bathroom and started yelling.
"What the hell is the matter with you?"
"I don't want to sit next to you! I don't want anything to do with you!" she yelled back at him.
"I already told you. I'll tell them everything. EVERYTHING!" he said.
"I don't care! I already feel like a slut, I don't give a damn if they think I'm one! They're not my friends!"
"Sure you don't care! So why didn't you say no from the beginning! Slut! You had sex with some random person!"
"We didn't have sex!" she yelled back "You fell asleep, you bastard! I was drunk! You were drunk! Get over it!" she was exploding, she couldn't take this anymore! She was cursing! She never did that!
"Bitch," he said, then grabbed her throat, "you will do what I say." he grabbed her arm with his other arm and shoved her against the wall.
"No Trist-" she started, but he cut her off. Slapping her.
"You will do what I say!" he yelled. And punched her arm.
"You will do what I say!" he repeated.
She was getting dizzy from the lack of oxygen, "Fine" she croaked.
"We're going to go in there, you will let me hug you, kiss you and do whatever I want." He said through clenched teeth.
She nodded.
"Good girl" he said, and kissed her on the forehead.
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She looked or him.
He was there!
He was there!
She walked fast towards him.
"What are you doing here?" she asked casually.
"Came to pick you up. I was in the neighborhood" Jess answered, smirking.
"Oh sure" she said and got into the car.
He got in too and started the car.
They drove for about a minute.
And then she did something she didn't want to repeat in front of Jess.
She burst into tears.
A/N: Sorry about the angstyness it had to part of the story with all the Brutal Tristan- which I totally love. Tell me what you think! Review Review Review!