AN: Well it seems as if I had the desired effect, everyone seems surprised by that little sting in the tail. Anyway, there was some problem so the chapter I finished lsat night couldn't be uploaded, but here it is now albeit a little late with another on the way!

Disclaimer: I don't own GG

Rory watched her twin from her side of the glass. His eyes were heavy and he was frightened, she could sense that. Her heart was heavy as she thought of her parent's out in the waiting room…Louise as well. He hadn't said much, he hadn't said much since the police had arrived to question him, hadn't said much when they had arrested him on campus in front of everybody. She didn't know what to say to him, to ask him.

"I didn't do it," he said quietly, hunched over the tiny, grubby, laminex table. She sighed, she was hearing that a lot lately. "You don't believe me, do you?" He asked, hurt by what he saw as a betrayal.

"Of course I do," She replied half-heartedly.

The truth of course, was more convoluted. He was her brother, her twin more to the point. So immediately something in her knew he couldn't have done it. But then there was the necklace…why did he have Liz's necklace in his room, on his desk, mixed with his pencils and paperclips like junk?

"Do you want me to send in mom?" She asked quietly.

"No!" He exclaimed, "Fuck Rory, I've already told you, I don't want to see them."

Since his arrest he would only speak through Rory, he had been in custody for three days now.

"Jay…"

"No, just go Rory"

"Jay," She pleaded but his eyes were cold.

"Go" She hung up her phone, breaking her eye contact with him and gathered her purse. Without looking back she made her way to where her parent's and Louie waited.

She and Louise had been holed up in their dormitory since his arrest on Tuesday morning after assembly. It was now Thursday night and Louise was staring despondently out the window.

"I'm sorry," She whispered. Rory looked up at her from where she'd been half-heartedly flicking through her book.

"What are you talking about?"

Louise shrugged.

"About Tristan…I understand now how you believed him…how you just knew. Because…with Jay, I just know Rory, I just know, even with the evidence" She choked back a sob.

Rory wrapped her arms around her friend.

"It's okay,"

"It's really not"


Tristan lay on his bed tossing the football. Matt was at the desk trying to finish his homework. It had been four days, four days since he'd found that necklace on Jay's desk.

Tristan stared down at his hand.

"Uh Jay?"

"Yeah?" Jay asked distractedly.

"I don't want to jump t conclusions…" The other guys turned to look at him, "…but why do you have my murdered ex-girlfriends necklace on your desk?"

Tristan turned slowly, the necklace still dangling from his curled fingers; Matt and Finn watched him, their eyes wide, confused. Jay barely looked up.

"What the fuck are you talking about DuGrey?" He asked, still looking down at his book.

Tristan looked down at the gold ring on the winking chain and then back up at Jay who met his eyes coolly. Finally, letting out a roar of rage Tristan launched himself on Jay, tackling him to the floor. Matt jumped up first, running to get help as Tristan wrapped his fingers around Jay's throat.

"I'll fucking kill you," He whispered as the door bust open.

It was a blur after that, more guy had burst into the room with their housemother, pulling Tristan off Jay. Tristan remembered telling someone what had happened, the police being called. Jay had been arrested on Tuesday morning, out the front of the main school building just after assembly, in front of Rory. Tristan had been standing in the shadows at the front of the school, had seen he confusion in her eyes, the tears welling. She had whipped around as though looking for someone…who?

He sighed and Matt turned around.

"You okay?" He asked quietly. Matt had been great, had believed Tristan straight away, he remembered the necklace as well. Tristan shrugged.

"Yeah"

Matt turned back to his books quietly.


Rory dressed half-heartedly for classes the next morning, blow-drying the same patch of hair over and over before realising it. Her mind was nowhere near where it should have been. Louise seemed to feel the same way as she packed her book-bag. Normally it never contained anything remotely resembling a book but this morning she carried Rory's history book and a notepad. Together they left the dormitory where they ran into Paris and Madeline who walked on the outside as if protecting them from the stares of the other students. They had all skipped breakfast, Madeline had been into town and bought bagels instead, so they could avoid it all. The rumours were rife, it was better for Rory, she was only related to Jay, she couldn't help a blood connection but Louise, well she was dating him, se had no excuse according to the gossips.

"Literature first up," Paris commanded as she steered them through the halls. Literature, Rory thought, Friday morning…that means the first hearing is next Wednesday…She shook her head, she didn't want to think about this right now.

"Are there any parties on tonight?" She asked Madeline who looked surprised.

"There's always parties on," Louise answered, sounding a little like her old self with her arm linked through Rory's.

"Are we going?"

"Do you think that's a good idea?" Louise asked sardonically.

"Oh come on Grant, you've been the subject of worse gossip in your time, remember when Jika Thomas told everyone you have VD?" Madeline snorted and Louise looked aghast.

"I want to go to a party, forget about all of this for now"

"If you want to forget, going to a Chilton party is the worst thing you could do," Madeline reminded her.

"I never said it had to be a Chilton party," Rory said quietly.

"I'll ask around," Madeline told her.

Literature was a class she had with Tristan; she hadn't seen him since Friday except for a glimpse here or there. She told herself that she was avoiding him, but doubt still niggled. She took her seat with the girls and watched the door; they'd been early ad he was usually late. Sure enough, with seconds to spare the door opened and he walked in with Matt, they were talking and he was smiling. Their eyes locked and his widened in panic as they held hers. Matt kept walking to get a seat but Tristan seemed rooted to the spot.

"Dude, come on," Matt hissed and Tristan began to follow him slowly, his eyes not leaving Rory's.

Her heart was racing and her face had heated up as she watched him. What could she see in his eyes? Anything? Or was she imagining it, the hurt, the betrayal. How had she betrayed him? She wrenched her eyes away; they were stinging as she concentrated on her page. The class was a double then a break for half an hour. Tristan and Matt were the first two to leave and Rory quickly shoved her books in her bag and took off after him leaving the girls behind her.

"Stupid," Paris muttered, running a hand down her face.


"Tristan!" She called as she chased him down the hall. She saw him stop for a moment as he heard her, square his shoulders and keep walking outside. She burst through the door a second later, her satchel slapping against her left thigh.

"Tristan!" She reached out and tugged his blazer sleeve, almost losing her footing.

"What?" He asked coldly, turning to face her.

She stepped back, her eyes betraying the hurt at his tone.

"I…I just, haven't seen you. I wanted to…to talk," She mumbled into her chest.

Matt shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot as Tristan looked up and then back down at her.

"About what?" He asked finally.

A group had gathered around them, trying to look as though they weren't shamelessly eavesdropping.

"About what?" Rory repeated, "Oh I don't know Tristan, about how you're doing, about how I'm doing…" She trailed off and his eyes blazed.

"How you're doing? How you're doing? Your brother murdered my girlfriend and you want to talk about how you're doing?" He asked incredulously.

She shifted her weight and looked up at him.

"He's only accused" She mumbled as Tristan turned to go,

"What?"

"I said," She begun, enunciating her words as though talking to a five-year-old, "that he has only been accused" As she finished Paris, Madeline and Louise showed up at her side, panting a little.

"Only accused, that's rich…at least now I know why you stuck by me. You knew I couldn't have done it didn't you?" He asked with a smirk.

He clutched his stinging cheek where she had slapped him; the flesh tinged pink now. He looked up at her, she was shaking with fury and her eyes were filled with tears.

"You son of a bitch" She whispered before turning and running towards her dormitory.


She'd never been so angry. Her hand stung where she'd slapped him. She blushed and groaned. In front of everybody she had slapped their fallen King…god she sounded like something out of a bad script when she put it that way. But he'd been such an asshole. How dare he insinuate that she'd known Jay had done it…hell she didn't even believe he'd done it now did she? Suck it up Rory, he's an asshole, you knew before all this, you knew that the first time you met him. That was true, she'd always known he was a jackass, she'd just romanticised him because of his vulnerability after Liz. He was grieving and she fooled herself into believing she was seeing the real Tristan, no, the real Tristan was the one she'd left standing downstairs clutching his cheek.

"I'm sorry he said that," Paris said quietly from the doorway she, Madeline and Louise had burst through a few minus before. Rory shrugged.

"It's okay, I'm gonna have to get used to that aren't I?"

"If it makes you feel any better," Madeline began, "There's a Del Sol party on tonight…Kylie Battinski told me about it downstairs"

"Del Sol?" Rory asked,

"Put it this way," Louise said, "If Chilton and Del Sol were gangs, they'd be our rivals. They're from Del Sol, which was what the technical school and the public high in Hartford became when they amalgamated because no-one paid school fees"

"What are their parties like?" Rory asked and Madeline shrugged.

"Free alcohol, drink spiking, underage sex and idiots driving like fools"

"So just like a Chilton party without the Sass & Bide jeans?" Rory asked, "Sounds good"

AN: There it is, hope you liked it. The next chapter wil be up ASAP, be prepared for the Del Sol party. P.S. Del Sol is what we over at the private catholic school called the high and tech when the merged in my home town.

R&R!