A few hours later Rory was sharing a pizza with Paris at a pizza place just around the corner from the university. It was pepperoni, sausage and on one side, pineapple. Paris had a weird thing for pineapples. Paris's eyes widened as she looked up over Rory's shoulder. Rory turned around and saw three guys in camouflage pants and tight, black wife beaters. Rory rolled her eyes and looked at Paris. She laughed when she saw that Paris was drooling. Paris glared at her.
"They are so sexy," Paris sighed, "I love a man in uniform." That comment just made Rory laugh harder but she froze when she saw the serious expression come over Paris's face.
"What is going on," Rory started but stopped when she saw a tall guy with intense blue eyes, "Oh." It was the only word she could think of at the time while she stared at someone she had decided she would never see again but there he was, Tristan.
Tristan felt someone watching him and glanced around the room until his eyes met hers. He smiled and looked over at the two guys that had came in with.
"I just spotted some old friends. I'll be back," Tristan said. Tristan made his way through the crowd toward the two girls sharing the pizza on the other side of the room. He stopped right beside their table.
"Hey Paris," Tristan said, he smirked as he looked over at the other girl," Mary." Rory rolled her eyes and was about to say something when Paris interrupted.
"Not anymore," Paris replied, smiling. Tristan glanced at Paris and smiled as he turned back to look at Rory. Rory was glaring at Paris. Tristan laughed at the shocked look on Rory's face.
"Really?" Tristan said, not taking his eyes off of Rory. Rory glared up at him before standing up and rushing out of the restaurant. Tristan glanced at Paris who shook her head, obviously not wanting to tell him anymore than she already had.
Tristan turned and walked quickly out of the restaurant. Rory had already gotten a good head start on him but he could see her sitting on a bench near the end of the road. Tristan hurried over to her and sat down beside her. She didn't even glance at him as he sat down. She just stared at her hands. Tristan noticed that her face was red with embarrassment. He reached over and took her hand.
"Rory?" Tristan asked, waiting patiently for her reaction. She glanced up and looked over at him. Her eyes we're red and he could tell that she was about to start crying. He looked at her, confused.
"I'm sorry. I'm sure Paris didn't mean to upset you," Tristan said, staring at her face. Rory gave him a small smile and looked back down at the ground.
"That's not why I'm crying," Rory replied, not sure why she was telling him any of this. It just felt like something had changed. Like he had changed. He nodded. She glanced down at her hand that he still hadn't let go of and tried not to smile. He noticed her look down at their hands and he pulled his away quickly.
"Then why?" Tristan asked, instantly regretting it, "I mean, if you want to tell me." Rory smiled at him.
"My first time," Rory said, tears filling her eyes, "was with a married man." Tristan sighed and took her hand once more.
"Oh," Tristan said, "sorry." Rory smiled, touched by how sweet he was being. Rory bit her lip and looked down at his hand.
"It was Dean," Rory added quickly. He released her hand and she could hear his sharp intake of breath as he leaned back against the back of thebench.
"Oh, him," Tristan said. She tried to fight her smile but she couldn't. Tristan was still mad at Dean.
"Yeah," Rory continued. She was still looking down when he gently slipped his fingertips under her chin and pushed gently to get her to look at him. She stared into his eyes, questioningly.
"That's too bad," Tristan said, sincerely. Rory stared into his eyes as a look of confusion came over her face.
"What do you mean?" Rory asked. Tristan smiled and leaned in close to her until his face was only inches from hers.
"Ever since the first moment I saw you I've wanted it to be me," Tristan whispered, smiling. Rory stared at him for a moment. His smile was completely sincere and she knew he meant what he said. A tear slipped from her eye and down her cheek. He wiped it away with his hand gently.
"Don't cry. It'll be okay," Tristan continued before kissing her cheek softly, "I promise."