Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls. I don't own Good Charlotte. I don't own Friends or Bride and Prejudice. (You might notice some lines from the show or the movie)I don't own Saliva or their music.
Note:I MADE 100 REVIEWS! Thank ya'll SO MUCH! I really appreciate it! And thanks to everyone who reviewed my last measly chapter! Also, if you want to see a picture of Rory's hair, it is in the new J-14 magazine in the hair section. J-Lo is the model (I know, I know, but I think it is really cute.) Oh, and I know I always go into detail about make-up and hair, but I think it's fun! So just bare with me:) Also I know that there hasn't been any Friday night dinners yet, but one is coming! The song in this chpt is Rest in Pieces by Saliva. Any way, here is the next chapter.
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"Rory, hunny...you need to get up or you will miss your bus..." Rory shook her head as she buried her head deeper into the warm couch cushions.
"I can't go to school today mom! Tristan is going to be at school, and if I'm at school..." She paused as she finally picked up her heavy head to look at her mother, "Well then we would both be at school together! Meaning at the same time!"
Lorelai raised her eye brows mockingly at her daughter, "Well thank you captain obvious!" Yanking Rory's blanket out of her hands, she ignored Rory's exasperated sigh.
"Hun, you are going to have to see him sooner are later." Lorelai paused, she didn't want to sound hash, "I understand that you might not know exactly how your feeling right now, but running away from your problems aren't going to help you solve them any faster."
Rory grumbled as she pushed fast her mom to go get dressed. "Since when have you taken up Dr. Phil as your role model?" Lorelai gasped in mock shock as she finished folding the blanket.
"I am so much better then Dr. Phil! I mean, come on, check my record...Baby at sixteen, dated my daughters teacher, was bribed into Friday night dinners in hell, almost got together with the father of my child, but then he got his other girl friend pregnant...Who wouldn't want to take advice from me?"
Rory laughed as she pulled on a clean uniform. Her mother always knew how to calm her nerves. Remembering last night, she kicked herself for not filling her mom in. She hadn't even told Lane!It was too late now to go through the whole story, she had to get to school, but she promised herself she would tell her the minute them got home. That is if she got home in one piece.
Braiding her long brown hair into four separate braids, Rory sang along to the music that was blaring from the living-room. "I just wanna live!" Rory screamed along with the popular Good Charlotte song. She didn't usually go for this type of music, nor did her mother, but she had heard it in a store a couple weeks before and couldn't get it out of her head.
"I really hope you aren't going to wear your hair like that..." Lorelai had now entered the bathroom holding a mug of coffee for Rory.
Rory shot her mother a warning glare as she graciously excepted the steaming cup. Grabbing some bobby pins, Rory crossed the two back braids and pinned them behind her ears. Then, she crossed the front two over the top of her head and pinned them beside the back ones.
"Go yodeling much?" Rory ignored her mother's comment as she lined her eyes with a coffee liner and then swiped some champagne eye-shadow across the lids. Her eye was still bruised, but it wasn't as purple anymore and the swelling had gone down considerably.
"Actually, it does look pretty cute..." Rory laughed as her mother attempted the hairstyle on her own head.
"Mom, I only were it this way because it stays out of my face. It's not about looking cute." Lorlelai rolled her eyes as she dropped her hair.
"Pony tails keep your hair out of your face too..." Sending an obvious wink in Rory's direction, Lorelai left her alone to go get dressed.
Finishing off with some peach blush and a clear gloss, Rory shrugged at her reflection. It was better than nothing, she told herself as she grabbed her bag.
"See you at Luke's!" Rory called to her mom before finally setting off for the bus.
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It was a relatively cool morning even though the sun was already shining full force through the few clouds that dotted the sky. Making her way to her bus stop, Rory tried to enjoy the beautiful day. But no matter what she did, she could only think of him. What was she going to say?
"Rory! Wait up!" Rory looked over her shoulder to find Dean chasing after her. His brown hair flopping around as usual.
"Hey Dean." Rory tried to sound cheerful, but seeing Dean just made her think of Tristan more. "Where is your book sack?"
Dean shrugged as he fell in sync with Rory's quick strides. "We have some parent-teacher conference today, so we get the day off! Don't you get one of those?" Rory frowned as she tried to remember when it was...
"Actually yeah, I think it's tomorrow...Anyway, why are you up so early."
"I thought I would ride with you to your stop..." Rory smiled as they reached her bus. At least she would get to tell her problem to one person before facing Tristan. She was amazed at the strong friendship that she and Dean had managed to form. Unlike her and Jess, who she hadn't talked to since the day he punched her.
"Dean, that would be great! Thank you so much! I actually have something to tell you..."
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"Wow." Dean cast an unreadable look at Rory. "I really don't know what you should do. I mean, I personally hate the guy, but I hate him because he wanted to steal you from me. I mean, he actually could be sincere, as much as I hate to admit it."
Rory let out a long breath that she had been holding. She had been hoping for some simple solution, but instead things got more complicated. If Dean, jealous Dean, was admitting that Tristan could actually be genuine, well that said something.
"Rory, the question is, is he worth the chance." Rory thought about Dean's question as the bus entered the Chilton bus stop, crunching the shell parking lot.
Dean pulled Rory into a hug as before she could answer. "You always make the right choice Rory." Rory eyed Dean questionably and he elaborated, "Yeah, sometimes I don't agree or understand, but everything you do seems to work out for everyone in the end. I know this will too." Smiling Dean looked into Rory's eyes, "With Jess and Tristan."
Nodding, Rory shot Dean a weak smile and stepped off the bus. She waited until the bus pulled out of the parking lot to head towards the towering buildings that were collectively know as Chilton.
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Tristan chucked his coffee into the trash bin as he headed through he front entrance. That last coffee had been his sixth of the morning. He knew that he needed something to keep him wide awake during class after the restless night he had suffered through. Turning towards his locker, he let out a sigh of relief. No one was staring, so that must mean that no one else had seen his and Rory's little encounter yesterday.
Opening his locker with an unneeded amount of force, Tristan piled up the books he was going to need. He had decided on the way to school that morning that the best way to get over Rory Gilmore was to focus as hard as possible on everything else.
"Hey Tristan..Madeline just decided that she was going to have a party tonight, are you game?" Tristan turned to face a smirking Joey.
"Dude, are you being serious? We do have school tomorrow you know!" Tristan frowned as Joey slapped him on the back, a real buddy buddy move, which they certainly were not.
"Come on DuGrey, don't mess. You are the king of free days! It's teacher conference tomorrow!" Joey continued laughing, which greatly annoyed Tristan considering there was nothing funny about it, as the bell rang.
"Yeah, I don't know if I'm going to be there..." Tristan didn't feel like a party, but then he remembered Rory and his plan to forget her. Running his hands through his hair, he straightened his posture.
"Actually, I think my schedule just cleared. Tell Madeline I'm in." Tristan smirked as Joey stalked off to tell everyone Tristan was going to the party. After all, there was no party without a king!
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"Okay class, I am about to assign your first serious assignment." Mr. Peck was holding a rather large stack of papers, trying to make eye-contact with everyone of his "trouble" students.
"I think it is very important that you all take this project very seriously. It is the first major grade and it will.." Mr. Peck sighed, causing his large belly to poke out like Santa Clause, as he was interrupted by the slamming of his door.
"Ah, Mr. DuGrey. Glad you could join us." Tristan nodded dismissivly in Mr. Peck's direction as he found a seat in the back, causing the rest of the class to snicker in delight. Well, except for one.
In order to stop herself from boring a hole in Tristan's head, Rory focused hard on the brightly colored pages of her history book. She didn't know why, but she had expected Tristan to at least act a little different. But other than the fact that he wasn't annoying her, he was acting exactly the same.
"Okay, I have selected four people in the class to be captains. They will get to pick four people to be on their teams for this project. The project itself will take you a whole semester to complete, so captains, choose your team wisely." Mr. Peck casually began spilling out the gory details of the assignment as Rory sat quietly in her desk, praying that she was going to be a captain. That way, she could be sure that Tristan wasn't on her team.
"Okay, the captains are Joey Langly, Paris Gellar, Martin Becker, and Laurie Cander. The first person to answer my trivia question will get to choose first..."
Rory rolled her eyes as Paris took about one millisecond to answer the question. No surprise there. Looking very smug, Paris flipped her blond pony tail off her shoulder as she surveyed the class.
"Madeline and Louise..." Rory watched as the two exchanged sly looks. They knew that with Paris on their team they would get a good grade.
"Let's see...Rory Gilmore..." The color from Rory's face slowly melted from her face, leaving her a sad shade of pale. Why was Paris picking her? Paris hated her with everything thing she had..
"Finally, I pick Tristan." Tristan's attention suddenly flew from the Summer, who had been playfully playing with his leg, to the blond standing in the front of the classroom. How was he going to get himself out of this one?
"I um...I'm the only guy! That's not fair!" Tristan hopelessly tried to come up with a good excuse.
"Mr. DuGrey, that has never seemed to bother you before. Okay, Paris, take your group to the library so you all can work out study schedules. Oh, and your topic is the history of Henry VIII and his wives." As he nodded at the group out the classroom, Rory felt her stomach drop to her feet. Paris was up to something, why else would she have picked Tristan?
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"Okay, I think we should get together right after school for an hour everyday." Paris had already taken out her notebook and was jotting down notes.
"Um, Paris, we have all semester...isn't that a little harsh?" Madeline ventured. Paris shot her a dirty look that could most likely melt ice, and continued on.
"We can meet at different people's houses each time, and I guess we can meet twice a week until we get closer to the due date." Louise gave Madeline a victory look as Paris glanced at Rory and Tristan, who were both starring at their desks.
"Gilmore, how about your house today?" Rory immediately felt her blood pressure rise.
"I...ughh...my house is so far away. Wouldn't your house be..." Paris quickly waved her hand dismissivley, "It's fine. Right?" She glanced around the table, daring someone to object. When no one did, she continued on with schedules, work loads, and research ideas. But neither Rory or Tristan were paying attention.
Tristan slid down in his desk, drowning out the shrill noise that was Paris. It was going to be a lot harder than he thought to avoid Rory. Especially when she was looking like that. Tristan daringly cast a quick glance in Rory's direction. She looked so angelic. So perfect. Tristan suddenly felt an emotion build in side of him he hadn't expected. Anger. How could she just come to school and act so completely normal after yesterday. There was no was he was going to be able to go through the whole day without talking to her.
Rory felt Tristan's quick glance. She knew that she needed to talk to him, but she wasn't sure how to act. Angry? Sad? Sorry? Indifferent? How was he feeling? How did he want her to act? Did he want to forget about it? Did he still want to be with her? As Rory's emotions seesawed in her brain, Rory rubbed her temples in frustration. And people say girls are hard to figure out!
The bell rang and everyone except Paris jumped out of their seats and quickly headed out the library before Paris could add anymore study time.
Rory finally pushed her way through the morning crowd to her locker. He she deposited her history book on the top shelf she saw a shadow come over her shoulder.
"Rory. We need to ta..." Before Rory could turn around to face Tristan she heard another voice join his.
"Last night was great, I would really like a repeat..." Summer coyly placed a polished hand on Tristan's chest. Tristan, eyes wide with shock and anger, pushed her away. "Summer what the hell...Rory!"
Rory hurried down the hallway. One night! Actually, only a couple of hours was all it had taken for him to movie on.
"Rory please!"
Flashing her eyes angrily Rory finally stopped. "Oh, I'm sorry. Were you talking to me or sleeping with someone else?"
"Rory, I didn't sleep with Summer! I don't know what she is talking about! I didn't even see her last night!" Both teens were now yelling, bringing in quite a crowd.
"You know what Tristan. It doesn't even matter to me anymore. You can do what you want." Spinning on her heel, Rory continued down the hall, not even noticing that Tristan had been using her real name.
"Rory, you have to believe everything I said yesterday. I know that you are scared, but I'm not going to hurt you! I really do love you Rory."
Look at me, my depth perception must be off again
Cause this hurts deeper than I thought it did
It has not healed with time
It just shot down my spine.
Stopping once again, Rory felt as if she was going to explode. Love her? Triston DuGrey couldn't love anyone, he only cared about himself.
Whispering so the whole student body wouldn't hear, Rory plunged in the final sword. "Only you could say you love me and insult me at the same time."
You look so beautiful tonight
Remind me how you laid us down
And gently smiled before you destroyed my life
Tristan tried to breath but nothing in his body would move. He might as well have not even been standing there. He watched as Rory turned and continued down the hall without a second thought. Tristan didn't even care that everyone was watching as a single tear drop fell down his face. He had never felt so much pain in his entire life. And the worst part of it all was that there was nothing he could do this time. Nothing he could do.
Would you find it in your heart
To make this go away
And let me rest in pieces
Would you find it in your heart?
To make this go away
And let me rest in pieces
Would you find it in your heart?
To make it go away
And let me rest in pieces
Look at me, my depth perception must be off again
You got much closer than I thought you did
I'm in your reach
You held me in your hands
But could you find it in your heart?
To make this go away
And let me rest in pieces
Would you find it in your heart?
To make it go away
And let me rest in pieces