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Now, just to make one thing clear: Rory and Tristan is NOT together. They are just goofing around like friends sometimes do. No romantic feelings between them what so ever. So if you are hoping for a Trory, you probably shouldn't be reading this. Lol.
Now, enjoy!
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Chapter 20: The jealousy
As soon as they entered the house their ears were met with the sound of the loud music, the tunes of the newest greatest hit blasting through the huge speakers. Only the occasional screams or laughs coming from half-drunk giddy girls could be heard over the music.
The big house was filled with hormonal teenagers, girls and boys rubbing against each other or making out in one of the bedrooms. Others were sitting quietly by the tables, talking or playing games involving alcohol.
No matter what, everybody was having fun.
And that was precisely what Rory intended to have.
"You are sure this is okay?" Rory asked as she looked at her clothes before turning to Tristan. "It isn't too boring? Too causal? Too 'I'm pissed off by the fact that I'm a girl and is only a few steps away from becoming a lesbian or transvestite'?" she asked sceptically.
She was wearing a pair of baggy army green jeans, that fell low on her narrowed hips. They were being held up by a black simply belt. Her upper body was covered in a small white tank top, that stuck to her slim body. To top it off, she wore a small tie with red and black stripes.
The blond nodded his head half-heartedly, his eyes scanning the big room. "You look great."
She rolled her eyes and studied him. "That would sound so much more convincing if you were actually looking at me. Or at least glancing my way."
He finally turned to her and eyed her with narrowed eyes. "You look great," he repeated dryly.
"Jeez, thanks." She studied him some more. "What the hell are you looking for anyway? Who are you looking for?" she corrected.
He shrugged as indifferently as he could. "No one," he answered in what seemed like a nonchalant voice, but his eyes once again looking around the room, told her that he was definitely lying.
"Really?" she asked as she raised an eyebrow.
"Really."
"Really?"
"Reeeeeeally!"
"Really?"
He paused. "No," he finally admitted.
Rory smiled in victory. "So what is up? You've been acting really weird. It took you like an hour to get ready."
"And that is a lot?" he asked.
"Yes," she said shortly. "It is when you usually just throws something on and runs a hand through your hair and that's it. This time you even tried on several shirts. And belts. Belts!"
He couldn't help but smile slightly. "Alicia is coming." He paused, avoiding her eyes. "With her boyfriend."
She nodded her head understanding as a small smile graced her lips. "Ah. So you are thinking if you look mighty hot, she'll dump him and come running to you. You'll make up, right there in front of everybody and everyone will see that you got the girl." She paused when Tristan looked down ashamed. "Am I right?"
"I never get the girl!" he complained, sounding very much like a child.
"You do get the girl. Actually, you get lots of girls. Just none that you really want to keep," she said truthfully. "Is this girl any different or do you just want what you can't have?"
"I've always wanted what I can't have," he told her, then added, "But she is different."
"I really hope that is true and you're not just playing with her. Girls actually have feelings, Tristan. You better not break the poor girl's heart."
"Break her heart?" He let out an amused snort. "For a while I wasn't even sure if she had a heart." Rory looked at him for an explanation. "She reminds me a lot about Paris on many levels. Just a tiny bit less scarier and a lot more outgoing."
"Paris?" Rory asked surprised. "Paris Freaking Gellar?"
"That's the one." He gave her a smile. "So don't worry about me breaking her heart. Even if I do, she'll just kick my ass and make sure no girl would ever want to be with me."
"Even Paris has had her heart broken," she reminded him.
Tristan looked at her and nodded his head slowly.
"Rory! Rory's hot friend, whose name I really can't remember!"
Both of them spun around and saw Steph came running toward. She was smiling like a crazy person, as she finally stopped in front of them.
"Hi!" she said happily, hugging Rory and afterward Tristan, who seemed a little surprised. "Oh my God Rory, you look awesome. Seriously, the whole… thing really works for you."
Rory gave her a sincere smile. "I'm glad the thing works for me," she answered in a teasing voice.
Steph let out a laugh. "Now, you tell me what you think of my clothing," she said in an excited voice as she spun around quickly.
The brunette rolled her eyes before scanned her friend's clothing. She was wearing a pair of dark fitted jeans, very tight and hugging her hips. When she saw her friend's pink T-shirt, she couldn't help but laugh.
"'My dog can beat Paris Hilton's dog'?" she asked and raised an eyebrow. "Steph, you don't have a dog."
"Minor detail," the blonde said and shrugged, her smile still in place. "Just wait 'till you see Finn."
And right on cue Rosemary and Finn appeared. He didn't seem any different, his hair messy and slightly curly as usual, his legs covered in dark baggy jeans. But when Rory's eyes fell on his tight blue T-shirt, she let out a hysterical laugh.
"You are kidding, right?"
Finn looked up a her, his face completely serious as he shrugged. "What? It's true."
She looked at his shirt again, where the words 'Your boyfriend wants me' were written in golden glitter. "Finn, you really are special. I don't know anyone else who would be proud of being a gay-magnet."
"I'm attractive to all genders," he simply said with a smile.
Rosemary rolled her eyes. "If that helps you sleep at night," she said in a sarcastic voice. She gave Rory a quick hug and Tristan a smile.
Finally Finn seemed to notice Tristan and held out his hand. "Well hallo there mate. Very nice to see you again.. Christian?"
He looked at Rory, who simply shrugged. "Something like that," he answered as they shook hands.
"Fantastic! Now, I think I saw Robert somewhere, and where Robert is, alcohol is!" He began walking, making the others follow him with amused smiles on their faces.
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"Come on Rosemary, please!"
"No Finn."
"Pleeeeeeeeeeease. They are playing our song, can't you hear it?" Finn begged on.
Rosemary raised an eyebrow. "Finn, it's 'You shook me all night long' by AC/DC."
"Exactly!" he said loudly. "That song was made for you and me, darling."
She let out a sight before nodding her head slowly. "All right, but I'm telling you this. No groping!" she said seriously, making Finn pout.
"You are no fun!"
She just glanced at him. "If you want to grope, find someone else."
The Australian shook his head sadly, but grabbed her hand, leading her out on the dancefloor. "Not even a little?"
"Finn!"
Steph, Colin and Rory stood back, watching their two friends amused, as Finn begged and Rosemary kept on saying no.
"Grab her ass, Morgan!" Robert yelled and smirked.
Steph and Rory looked at him weirdly and Colin just shook his head at his foolishness.
"Well," Rory began and looked at Steph and Colin. "It's amazing Rose hasn't killed him yet," she joked as Colin nodded his head agreeing.
Steph shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know, I think it's kind of cute."
"Really? So all a guy has to do to win your heart is become your personal stalker? Follow you around everywhere and profess ones eternal love for you every minute," Colin said and snorted. "Damn, I could have saved tons of money."
Steph shot him a look. "Shut up Mr. Stick in the ass."
"What Colin, you are trying to win our beautiful Stephanie's heart?" Robert asked.
Colin looked at him annoyed, his eyes narrowed, but didn't say anything.
"Just come dance with me," Steph said as she took his hand in hers. "You want you come, Ror?"
The brunette raised an eyebrow. "Come dancing with you guys? Sorry, I've said it before, I'm not into threesomes."
The blonde just shrugged and gave her friend a smile, as the two walked away to dance.
She removed her eyes from her friends and looked around the room, only to see Robert staring intensely at her, his lips set in a smirk and his eyes sparkling with something.
An awkward smile appeared on her face. "Well…" she began, looking around the room. "I'm going to head off," she said and slowly walked away. As soon as she was out of his sight, she let out a groan.
Rory stood still for awhile, just watching different people. When she saw the familiar blonde looking rather depressed, though, she couldn't help but smile slightly. He was leaning against a wall, staring at a couple, dancing on the dancefloor, and Rory had an idea who that could be.
She went over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. He jumped in surprised and turned around, only to relax, when he saw who it was.
"Is that her?" Rory asked as she looked at the dark-haired girl.
Tristan, though having an idea who she was talking about, turned around. "Yeah," he said sadly as he nodded his head.
"She's beautiful." She really was with her straight dark hair, her golden skin and her thin yet luxurious body. Her smile was gentle, almost shy.
"She is," Tristan agreed in a soft voice, then cleared his throat. "And that is her boyfriend."
There was a pause, where neither said anything, just kept looking at the couple, who was smiling and laughing.
"Life's a bitch, isn't it?"
He let out a quiet laugh. "Sometimes, yes."
"Come on, let's get you a drink." Rory intertwined their arms and began walking over to the bar. "So," she began, looking back at Tristan. "Where have you been all night? I lost you somewhere along the way."
"Well, I might-"
He was cut off when Rory suddenly collided with someone and yelped in shock.
"Oh my God, I'm so sor-" She looked up and immediately stopped, when her eyes locked on a pair of deep brown eyes. Intense and curious. "Logan."
"Rory, hi," he said quietly, his eyes remaining on hers.
They kept on staring at each other, neither saying anything for a long time. When someone suddenly cleared her throat, they snapped out of their trance.
Rory looked to see who it was and suddenly tensed. Her eyes scanned the blonde standing beside Logan. She was tall and extremely thin, her blonde curly hair way too bleached. She was dressed in a short denim skirt, that barely covered her ass, a see-through top, that went to her bellybutton and finally a pair of high stilettos.
"Hello?" the blonde said annoyed, her voice snobby.
Rory took one last look at her and then turned to Logan.
"Logan," she said with a sickly sweet smile. "You've been holding out on me. I didn't know you were into Barbie Dolls."
"This coming from the Avril Lavinge wanna-be," the blonde said as her eyes scanned Rory's body. She let out a snort as she shook her head.
Rory simply gave her a smile. "At least that beats a fake plastic doll. Really, is anything on you real?"
The blonde's eyes narrowed. "Is anything on you pretty?" she asked. "I think not."
"Britney-" Logan began in a warning tone.
"See, there is natural beauty and then there is made up beauty. Sadly you are neither," Rory shot back.
"And you are natural beauty?" When Rory only raised an eyebrow, she went on. "You keep on believing that hon. And one day, it might actually be true. Or not." She let out a wicked smile. "Really sweetie, no guy is going to want you looking like that."
Logan opened his mouth, but behind Rory, Tristan shook his head, making him close it again. Logan just sighed and walked away.
"Maybe I just don't change myself because of guys? Maybe I have a little thing called pride. And dignity," Rory answered. "I wouldn't be surprised if you haven't heard those words before, though. By the way, I like your top, not at all too revealing. And that skit, definitely leaves much to imagination."
The blond shook her head and sent her a death-glare. "Logan, wait!" she yelled, running in the direction where Logan had gone.
"Well…" Tristan trailed off.
"I guess it's not only life that's a bitch," Rory mumbled as she went over to the bar.
"Yes, 'cause you yourself were being extremely polite," Tristan called after her.
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She was sipping at her third drink, a exotic pink little thing. Or maybe it was her fourth drink? She wasn't really sure and didn't exactly care.
She was standing alone by the bar, surrounded by a bunch of people she didn't know. They all seemed so happy, just like she had been at the beginning of the party. But then her mind had went back to the blond-haired guy, and she hadn't been to able to stop herself from looking for him.
Her blue eyes once again scanned the room, and she sighed when she didn't find him. It wouldn't be easy, after all there was probably about hundred teenagers there. She didn't even know why she was looking for him, anyway.
But the image in her head, with him and that slutty blonde, made her blood boil. She didn't understand why he would even go out with a girl like that, someone so fake and just so.. annoying. But maybe that was just the type of girls he liked. Blonde skinny girl with girly laughs and flirtatious voices.
She drowned the last of her drink in a hurry, the alcohol burning her throat. She made a face and turned back to the bartender.
"Another one of these pink things, please," she said and waved her glass.
"Make that two."
As she heard the voice, she stiffened. She turned around quickly, shocked to see Logan standing next to her. His brown eyes were fixated on her, looking so intensely at her, that she almost blushed.
"Hi," he said softly, finally looked around to look at the bartender for a brief moment.
The surprised and shock stayed on her face. "Hi," she echoed, her voice quieter than usual. She looked around, before turning to him and frowning. "So, where's the blonde?"
He shrugged carelessly. "Somewhere." He took the two drinks from the bartender and handed one of them to Rory. "So, enjoying yourself?"
She nodded her head. "Well, as much as you can at one of these parties. But it's always entertaining watching Finn profess his love for Rosemary," she said with a smile.
The blond grinned. "Very true." He nodded his head and took a sip of his drink.
"How about you?"
"Sure, I'm having a great time." His voice didn't sound completely sincere, but she let it go.
"Great," she said and then nodded her head. "You want to dance?"
The questions surprised herself as much as it surprised Logan. He turned to look at her profile, and she shrugged, trying hard to look casual.
"We're friend," she said, answering his unspoken question. "Right?"
"Right."
He held his hand out and she took it with a smile. It had been long since they had really touched and both could feel the heat of their skin connecting. He let her out to the dancefloor, out between all the other teenagers who was dancing. The music was quick, fast and everybody were dancing close, hips connecting and hands roaming. But then suddenly the song was over and a slower one came on.
Hesitatingly he wrapped his arms around her waist. Her arms went around his neck, her fingertips unconsciously beginning to play with the end of his hair. They began to dance to the song, their bodies slowly moving together.
His eyes locked on hers, deep intense brown and the clearest blue meeting. They stared at each other like that for what seemed like forever. Just gazing into each other's eyes, souls. It felt as if time stopped, the world stood still and nobody and nothing moved.
"I really did miss hanging out with you," Rory admitted.
Logan pulled her closer, every inch of her body touching his. Yet it didn't feel sexual, it just felt sweet. Gentle.
Right.
"I missed hanging out with you too," he said. "And I'm really glad that we are… friends."
"Yeah." Her eyes finally from his and she looked down at his lips, then up at his eyes again. "Me too."
He nodded his head, his eyes now focused on her petite mouth. His head moved closer, inch by inch, as his eyes drifted between her blue eyes and her red-painted lips. His lips hovering just over hers and he was about to lean in…
"Sis! Logan!"
They broke away from each other immediately, ignoring the burning sensation they had left on each other's skin. They turned to look at the brunette as he ran towards them, a little out of breath.
"Thank God I found you! Seriously, Finn has gone Michael Jackson on me," Jason continued. "He had a fight with Rosemary and you know how he is when he's upset…"
The two nodded wordlessly, Rory fumbling with her hands and Logan avoiding Jason's eyes.
"Right now he's up on one of the table, singing 'Thriller' and grapping his crotch." Jason shook his head disgustingly. "And no way in hell am I removing his hand!"
Rory smile faintly, but it faded quickly when she heard a certain voice.
"Logan!" The annoying blonde, Britney, appeared by his side, looking slightly pissed off. "Where have you been? I thought you just went to the bathroom."
"I did," he lied, his voice emotionless.
"Well, come on, I want to dance!" she whined.
"Sorry Bridget-"
"Britney," she corrected him.
He fought the urge to roll his eyes. "Of course. I'll would just love to, but a friend of mine need some help, and well…"
"Don't worry about it."
He tensed for a moment, then turned to Rory. "What?"
"I said don't worry about it," she repeated, her voice suddenly rather cold. "You don't have to go, you've got a date. We can take care of our Michael Jackson wannabe, it's no problem."
Logan stared at her, his eyes confused.
"It's no problem. Really." This time her voice was even more firm and he found himself nodding his head. "Great. Come on Jase."
She walked away quickly, Jason catching up with her. Logan stood still, staring as the disappeared in the crowd.
"Uh, I love this song!" the blonde said excitedly, clapping her hands together.
She grabbed his hand wordlessly, beginning to pull him out on the dancefloor, while Logan looked back at where Rory had stood, his brows drawn together, a frown covering his face.
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A/N: Well, that's that. Parts of it were kind of hard to write. I really wanted a little 'moment' between Rory and Logan, but I've got the whole thing planned, so it had to end kind of sad. I know this jealousy that's going on, both with Rory and Logan, may seem like too much, but it's all part of my plan. Lol.