Alright, since I got some reivews, I decided to write some more. I'm kind of a short chapter writer because I can't keep going for too long but that just means I'll hopefully be pumping out more chapters, haha. Hope you like it.

I stood staring, my mouth open, poised to say something, only I had no idea what to say. 'Hi, Tristan, nice to see you after all this time, how was military school?' Yeah, great greeting after staring at the guy for 5 minutes.

"Are you going to keep staring at me in what I hope is disbelief and not disgust, or are you going to actually say something?" I shook my head, trying to shake the daze I was so obviously in.

"Hi, sorry, I was just a bit surprised, I wasn't expecting to see you here."

"Obviously, by the look on your face, you are surprised to see me. But, I guess that's better than disdain or horror or any other number of feelings that could possibly have a negative connotation."

"Yeah, no. That wasn't a negative surprise. So, how have you been since I last saw you?" I can't believe I'm asking him these kinds of questions when all I really want to do is, well I don't know, anything but talk.

"Pretty good, I cleaned up my act, brought up my grades, got into Yale, and here I am, standing in front of you. How have you been? Still with Dean?"

"No, that ended a long time ago. Seems he thought I was interested in someone else." I couldn't help but stare into his eyes when I said that. I mean how weird is it that he's going to Yale, of all the universities in all of the United States, he had to pick this one. Okay, I admit, he probably was only deciding between the Ivy League's, him being a DuGrey and that there aren't very many of them and well, okay so it's not that weird he's going here.

"Interesting. Look, I've got to go, I promised to meet my friend across campus and I was already running late, she's going to kill me. Where are you living, maybe I'll stop by sometime, we can catch up."

"Here in room 316. Drop by anytime, I have three room mates, I'm sure one of them will be around, if I'm not."

"Sounds good. I'll see you later, Rory."

"Bye, Tristan." And with that, my life was turned upside down.

"So let me get this straight, the guy you secretly liked all through high school, well until he got sent off to military school, is there with you at Yale. Is there supposed to be a problem?"

"Yes, oh my gawd, Mom. It's Tristan, he's trouble, don't you remember?"

"All too well, but who cares, people change, he obviously got his act together if he got into Yale." Ugh, she just wasn't seeing the full picture. Yeah, I'm sure he changed… academically. But I'm sure he's still the same womanizing jerk who walked the halls of Chilton.

"Yeah, but what if he's the same jerk who I used to know?"

"Who you used to like?" Leave it to my Mom to make everything I'm worried about seem like nothing.

"Okay, you have a point. But, it's one thing to like a play boy, it's another to date one."

"Who said he even liked you?"

"Mom!"

"I'm just kidding. I'm sure he's changed, most people do, you did." She had a point, the Rory Tristan used to know was long gone. I wasn't the same naïve girl that used to think that letting Dean cop a feel was going too far. Now, well I was in college and I'd actually experienced a few things since high school. I'd grown up, mentally and physically. I no longer looked like I did at Chilton. Tristan's expression when he saw me could attest to that.

"Yeah, I know. We'll just have to see if he actually shows up to follow through on his offer."

"I'm sure he will but I have to go, honey. Luke's giving me the evil eye and personally I don't feel like having him yell at me right now."

"Bye, Mom." I chuckled, picturing the look Luke was probably giving my Mom right now. I wish I was there instead of coffee deprived and frantically trying to find my bag so I could get an early start to the day and possibly find out where all my classes are going to be and where the nearest coffee place is to all of those locations. I walked out the door, locking it behind me. I turned around and practically threw my bag at the guy standing in front of me.

"You could warn someone when you're standing behind them so they don't accost you with their belongings," I told him as I bent down to pick up my bag and the items inside that had been knocked out upon connection with his, well, finely chiseled torso, okay bad thought.

"I was just about to, but then I thought how funny it would be to just wait and surprise you again. Unfortunately I was hoping for another speechless response but instead you had to open your mouth and talk, such a novelty."
"Ha ha, very funny. What are you doing here anyways?"

"Well, you did tell me to stop by, didn't you?"

"Yeah, but I wasn't expecting to have to be here?"

"Ouch, Mary, you wound me." And there we were, back into the swing of things, back at Chilton, a row of lockers might as well have been behind me with Paris deathly staring at me bantering with Tristan, probably trying to figure out why I was such an ass to him since she used to fawn at his feet whenever he said her name, let along uttered a word to her.

"I see you haven't changed."

"I see you have," he said, giving me a long once over that made my skin crawl. He really hadn't changed. He still made me incredibly uncomfortable with just one look. But, maybe that was a good thing. I mean, college itself was uncomfortable, it was unfamiliar.

"Indeed. As much as I love this witty repertoire that we have going here, I have to be on my way."

"Let me guess. You're going to scope out your classes and get some coffee cause I can tell you're cranky."

"Shutup. How'd you know?"

"You haven't changed as much as you wish you have, Mary."

"Stop calling me that, Satan."

"Ouch. Fine, if you prove to me you aren't one anymore." I stared at him. Part of me wanted to just take his invitation and press my body to his in a long sensual kiss, but I held myself back because I wasn't about to let him get his way, or at least that's what I told myself. It seems as if I'm kind of staring to ignore that something right again.