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Chapter 4

"Hey hun," Lorelai looked up to see Rory stroll on into the kitchen. "What's wrong? Where's Tristan?"

Lorelai left her brownies to cool on the counter. She sat down at the kitchen table next to Rory.

"Oh, well," Rory perked up sarcastically. "I left Prince Tristan in his suite because he needed to get his proper rest."

Lorelai laughed. "You really are my daughter aren't you?"

"Mom," Rory groaned. "How is this going to work? Tristan and Blake are going to completely clash. Blake is not going to like the fact that Tristan is living in the same house as me!"

Lorelai gaped. "Blake doesn't know that Tristan is staying here? Rory Gilmore, you haven't told him? You're really in for it now, darling. I'm so sorry to say it, but it's true."

Lorelai arose from the table and poured two cups of fresh coffee from the pot. She was worried for her own daughter's sake.

"Yeah, I'm already screwed. This was such a mistake." Rory sighed.

Lorelai bit her lip, in deep concentration. She shook her head, erasing the thought that emerged into her brain.

"Well," Lorelai handed Rory the cup of coffee. "I guess we could get out of the program. Blake would never know."

Rory hated to be so selfish. This was completely not like her. "No, I got myself into this by not telling Blake the truth and I'm going to have to get myself out…all by myself. Plus, I really hate not having the choice to do what I want regarding cliques. Since I'm Blake's girlfriend, I automatically have to hate Tristan and his group. The truth is… I don't want to have to judge people. I don't even know Tristan and I want to give him and his friends a chance. I'm just kind of restricted, you know?"

Rory spoke deep words on how she really felt. She really did want to get to know other people she was supposedly required to 'hate.' Like Tristan, for example, she wanted to be able to make her own assumptions.

"That's my girl," Lorelai smiled genuinely. "You really do care about other people. You're a sweet girl, Rory."

"I just wish I could stand up for myself and try to change things." Rory rested her head on her hands.

"You can, sweetie! You're very strong-willed, like me, so you can do whatever you want."

As the two Gilmore girls continued to talk, they didn't seem to realize that Tristan was standing down the hall, listening to their every word.

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Tristan awoke with a start. He rubbed his eyes gazed around the room, trying to recall his surroundings.

"Oh yeah," Tristan mumbled. "Rory Gilmore's house…"

Tristan stumbled out of bed and glanced at his cell phone. Three missed calls.

"Gosh, obsessive idiots." Tristan groaned. He was still half-asleep and not yet alert.

He smirked as he saw that Darcy had called him three times. Darcy Hunter was Tristan's girl. He had never thought of her as his girlfriend, seeing as he only used her as a girl toy, yet Darcy seemed to think that Tristan was her boyfriend.

Tristan threw his phone at the wall, and it left an indention.

He cursed under his breath and ran a hand through his hair.

Tristan was going to find Rory and make plans for the soccer match with her. At least he could try to be civil. He was about to call out Rory's name, when he heard whispers and small talk from the kitchen. Tristan grinned as he began to eavesdrop.

"Wow," Tristan thought as he heard Rory let her heart out. "She really does want to get to know me. I've got to prove myself. I am not going to be the one who's rejected. No way, not Tristan Dugrey, the notorious player of Chilton Prep. It's time to fire things up."

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"Well," Rory smiled as she got out of her chair. "This chat's been great, Mom, but I think I'm going to go get Tristan. It's already 11:00 and we should probably get going to the game. Wait, I need to call Blake, though, and see what our plans our. Argh, I'll be right back."

Lorelai kicked the chair out from under her. "Alright, and I might see you at the game. I may walk over there later."

"Sounds good, Mom," Rory grabbed her cell phone from her room and paraded towards the door.

Tristan heard her bounding foot steps, so he flew back to his room. As soon as he heard the door slam, he flipped open his own cell phone. He began dialing a familiar number.

"Hey, Darcy, it's me." Tristan said huskily into the phone.

He suddenly threw the phone from his ear when he heard the obnoxious squealing from the other line.

"Look, I need you, baby." Tristan lied. "I'm sorry I haven't called in a while. I've just been dealing with some things. I'd really like it if you would come to my soccer match today at 12:00 in Stars Hollow. Yes, we'll hang out afterwards. Okay, right, bye babe."

Tristan hung up the phone with a smirk plastered on his face. He definitely wasn't going to be the one rejected. We'll see who the last one standing is.

Tristan ran a hand through his hair, changed into his Adidas shorts and white shirt, grabbed his soccer cleats, and strolled out of the room.

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Lorelai heard Tristan's door slam shut, just a few minutes after Rory had gone outside to talk to Blake.

"Tristan?" Lorelai raised her eyebrows in suspicion.

"Yeah?" Tristan appeared in the doorway of the kitchen to find Lorelai slicing the brownies.

"You headed out?" Lorelai kept her eyes on her brownies.

"Yeah, I'm going to the game. I thought I was going with Rory, but…?"

Tristan's eyes showed a hint of disappointment but what did he really expect…Rory to drop everything and pay all her attention to Tristan? Not with Blake in the picture she wasn't.

"Sorry, hun, I just saw her drive off with her boyfriend. It's just a short walk to the park. Need me to show you the way." Lorelai offered, although she obviously didn't want to.

"No, I'll be fine." Tristan turned ice cold. He turned on his heel and in a mere second, he was out the door.

Tristan was determined to beat Blake in the soccer game. He had to. Tristan was competitive and driven.

He turned a few corners and he finally saw it about five blocks away. He stopped abruptly to take it all in. Many spectators were parading around the notorious soccer players that were warming up. Tristan narrowed his eyes and began his stroll towards the field.

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Rory didn't feel good. A guilty, worried feeling rumbled in the pit of her stomach. It didn't feel right just leaving her house without informing Tristan. He hadn't said he would go with her, but still.

Rory groaned and stared out the window, aimlessly.

"Baby!" Blake removed one of his hands from the wheel and placed it on her thigh. "Get pumped up for the game! What's the matter? You wouldn't even let me into your house today? You know what we do before games…"

Blake smirked at Rory, but she paid no attention to him.

Blake noticed her sullen attitude.

"What's the matter, Ror? I'm sorry." Blake sighed.

"Stop the car." Rory remembered her talk with her mother and she suddenly became very defensive and angry.

Blake was not quick enough.

"Blake, STOP THE CAR!" Rory screamed.

Blake slammed on the brakes and cried out in bewilderment.

Rory threw open the car door and slid out.

"What the heck, Rory? We're more than two blocks away from the field. Get in the car!" Blake held up his hands.

"Oh, I'll tell you what's wrong. I'm tired of having other people stereotype every single thing. They judge and make assumptions without even knowing anything about them! I don't want to do this anymore, Blake! I don't want to hate people for no reason. The only reason I have to hate certain things is because you say so. That's it, no further explanation. Don't tell me who to like and who not to like, because if you haven't noticed, I have my own mind. So, just stop…stop all of it. Cause I'm done." Rory whipped her head around and stomped off, towards the way she had come.

Blake was in shock. He quickly put his car in reverse and pulled up next to Rory.

"Baby, please get in the car. We can work this out! It doesn't have to be like this." Blake pleaded.

"I just need some space, Blake. Why don't you just go play your game? Since it always seems like it's the only thing you truly care about!" Rory was really fired up now. She stopped walking and stared at Blake, with her hands on her hips. "I'm sick of being someone I'm not when I'm around your friends. Just go…"

Rory felt herself tearing up. She quickly began walking.

What is going on with me? I just completely let my heart out and I took it out all on him. It's not even all his fault, anyway. I just needed someone to blame. I have no idea where my head is. I'm so confused.

Blake frowned and punched the steering wheel. He cursed out loud as he sped down the street towards the field.

Rory heard his tires screeching away. She spun around to see smoke rise from beneath his tires.

"Jerk!" Rory cried out.

How could he just leave her like that? I mean, she did tell him to go, but if guys truly love someone, they fight for the girl.

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Tristan had seen the whole scene that was just played out by Rory and Blake.

Tristan's eyes burned with fury towards Blake. How could he leave her like that? Tristan also was concerned about Rory. What made her have a sudden change in heart? It always seemed like she was happy with Blake's group, but people can hide their true feelings.

Rory was walking towards him, her arms crossed and her chest vibrating from the occasional sobbing.

Even though Tristan had just met Rory, he wanted to wrap his arms around her. He knew that even though he had only really known her for about 3 minutes, he felt like he'd known her forever.

Tristan crossed the street to the other sidewalk so he could intercept Rory's stride.

Rory stopped crying as she neared Tristan.

Hands in his pockets, Tristan approached Rory with as much humbleness as he could show.

As Rory was about three feet away from him, she lifted her head.

"Oh gosh," Rory took a step back. "Sorry, I didn't see you coming."

Rory started to walk past him, but he grabbed her arm, gently and brought her close to him.

"Are you okay?" Tristan placed his hands on her shoulders and finally made eye contact.

Rory inhaled sharply as his crystal blue eyes stared into hers.

"Yeah, sure," Rory shifted her feet and half-laughed. "Actually, no, I'm really not."

"Listen to me," Tristan lifted her chin up so their eyes were locked.

Shivers ran up Rory's spine. Why had she never felt like this with Blake?

"He's not worth it. You're way better than him or any of this. You're completely right…everything you said was beyond correct. You don't need to go sulking off. You're a confident girl who can show him up. You want him to feel like a loser, than take pride in yourself and come to the field with me." Tristan raised his eyebrows.

Rory stood up straighter. "You're right…wow. You know what? I am a confident girl who will not take this nonsense. I am marching right up there and cheering you on. They can't make me hate you because I don't." Rory shrugged her shoulders, a smile creeping on her face.

Tristan smirked. "Who could hate me?"

Rory laughed. "Don't push it..."

They began walking towards the field together. Occasionally, they brushed arms, which sent chills through each of their bodies.

As they neared the field, Rory put a hand on his chest to stop him.

"Look," Rory looked straight into his eyes. "I don't hate you and I don't think I ever could. I can't say I never could hate you because I barely know you. I'm willing to give you a chance because, well, I'm just great like that!"

Rory gave a quick curtsey.

Tristan chuckled at how spunky she was. He was beginning to like this girl, for real.

Rory looked at the many spectators who were beginning to notice the odd pair together.

Rory turned back to Tristan with a mischievous smirk on her face.

"You know what?" Rory eyed Tristan with gleam.

"Hmm?" Tristan ran his hand through his hair.

"Put your arm around me and pretend like I'm your girl. I'll really show Blake and everyone else." Rory leaned up towards his ear and she whispered. "I know it may be hard, but just pretend we're together. Feel free to do anything…hug me, put your arm around me, and even kiss me."

Rory winked at Tristan.

Tristan smirked as he put his arm around her waist.

This will definitely be easy.

"You ready?" Tristan whispered. She blushed as she felt his hot breath tickle her ear.

Rory answered by kissing Tristan on the cheek.

Rory and Tristan tried to ignore the astonished and stunned looks that were pasted.

"Hey girls." Rory smiled genuinely towards her best friends, but she didn't stop to chat.

Her friends were horror-struck. Their mouths dropped to the floor.

"I guess we have an effect on people." Rory looked up to him.

"Yeah, seeing as the Baylor Prep princess is seen intimately with the Chilton Prep prince. Fairy tale, ending?" Tristan smirked.

"Oh, it's just getting started!" Rory grinned.

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Rory noticed Blake warming up with a gold jersey on. Blake obviously hadn't seen Rory's new acquaintance. Tristan and Rory walked, hand in hand, over to the blue jersey team's bench.

"Mind if I join, fella's?" Tristan dropped his bag and picked up a jersey.

"Sure, we're just about to do some quick drills before the game starts in about 20 minutes." A guy with auburn hair bumped fists with Tristan.

"Alright, I'll be right there." Tristan nodded to his new teammates as they hit the field for warm-ups.

"I'll be cheering you on." Rory squeezed Tristan's hand.

"Thanks, but you don't really have to."

"It's all a part of the plan." Rory simply shrugged and beamed.

"Well, don't get my hopes up too much, Gilmore, alright?" Tristan spoke the truth. He gazed into her eyes before his name was called out.

"Dugrey? You coming?"

"Yeah, one second," Tristan turned back to Rory.

"So, I guess we have to part." Rory sighed, sarcastically.

"Then I guess I need to give you that good-bye kiss?" Tristan smirked as he brought her close.

Tristan leaned in and gave her a small kiss. Rory could feel his tongue begging for entry. She gladly complied. Rory slid her arms up around his neck as she felt his body press harder onto hers. Tristan cupped her face and rested a hand on her lower back.

What was only supposed to be a small peck on the lips, soon evolved into a passionate, deep kiss, neither of them had expected.

Rory broke the kiss slowly as she heard the whistle blow, indicating the captain's call to flip the coin.

Tristan groaned in frustration.

Rory licked her lips and stepped back slowly.

"Nice acting," Rory whispered.

"You too," Tristan smirked.

As Tristan hit the field and as Rory joined her friends, both of them knew that it wasn't the acting that made that kiss so thrilling, it was because it was genuine and completely real.

AN: How'd you like it? I think this is my favorite chapter. I really enjoyed writing it. Sorry if you don't like that I jumped into the trory part fast, but I love trories so I had to start it sometime! Keep the reviews coming! I hope you like this story, because I'm really starting to love it! Thanks guys!