A/N: Ok my loves here you go! Sorry it took so long but my computer had spy ware and we just got it fixed!! Plus I've been having quite a lot of guy problems and school shit etc so I haven't really had time. SORRY! Um, to clear a few things up before I begin. Yes I am from Florida (good job AngelGirl) but I'm a Miami fan not a Gators fan. Rory DID drop out of Chilton. I changed it in the second chapter. Sorry for the confusion. Rory hasn't technically cheated on Logan yet, it's just that Tristan has kavorka! (Points to anyone who can tell me what sitcom character that's from! lol) Finally, it will definitely NOT be a trogan because that's just nasty!! Sorry!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except in my own little world. It's actually quite nice there this time of year. The storyline however is MINE!

Rory walked briskly down the halls of Chilton. Student milled around her and she groaned inwardly when she saw that a fight had broken out in the middle of her path. She would never get to her locker on time. She turned a corner and suddenly found herself in a deserted hallway. At the end stood her locker. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw it. Placing her bag on the floor beside her she twirled the combination on her lock. It stuck. "Shit," she muttered, and banged it forcefully.

"Need a hand?" a voice whispered in her ear. She spun around and found her face inches from Tristan's. Rory tried to speak but instead she just nodded. Tristan reached over her shoulder and easily pulled her locker open.

'Thanks," she finally muttered and began to pull out her books.

"O, come on now," Tristan murmured, his breath tickling her neck and sending shivers through her body, "I don't think that was a proper thank you." She turned around slowly.

"What exactly did you have in mind?" she questioned, surprised by how sexy she sounded. Tristan's blue eyes darkened.

"This," he whispered, and he bent down and kissed her forcefully on the lips. She returned it with equal passion. He ran his tongue along her lips, and she eagerly parted them. There tongues battled for control as she ran her fingernails down his back. His hands found her blouse and he un-tucked it from her skirt, running his fingers over her stomach. She moaned into his mouth as he found her bra.

The bell began to ring and she broke away. "We should get to class." He shook his head and kissed her one more time trying to ignore the bell.

Rory rolled over in her bed and hit the snooze button, fragments of the dream still drifting through her mind. She shook her head forcefully and picked up her cell phone. She had 36 missed calls. 32 were from Logan the night before, two were from her mom, one was from Emily, and one was a number she didn't recognize. She quickly deleted Logan's, they all probably said the same thing anyway, and listened to Emily's.

"Rory dear," she said, "I know you're extremely busy with classes and such but I'm hoping that you haven't forgotten my D.A.R. ball that's coming up. It's next Friday at 6:00. I'll need you to come by today however because we will need to go over the details for your dress. I was also hoping you could give a speech about the importance of education for girls but I suppose if you're too busy I could find another girl who isn't my granddaughter. Don't worry about bringing anyone either. And Rory, you really should answer your phone, it's considered quite rude to make people leave a message. Goodbye."

Rory hit the delete button forcefully. "Then don't fucking leave one," she muttered. Logan was going to be really pissed at her now. They had scheduled a date for Friday, and now she had to cancel. It wasn't like a date was a big deal for most couples that had been going out as long as them, but this one was different. They usually just went to a movie and then back to his place, but Friday had actually been planned. She sighed. Things really weren't going her way lately.

Her phone suddenly started vibrating and she jumped. It was Logan. Taking a deep breath she hit 'talk'. "Hey you," she said sweetly, "I have some bad news."

"O really," he said, his voice turning cold, "It wouldn't happen to be about Friday would it?"

She swore under her breath. "Actually yeah it is," she sighed, "There's thing my grandma wants me to do for her D.A.R. ball. I might be able to get out early if-"

He cut her off. "Whatever," he muttered, his voice guarded, "I'll just talk to you later alright?"

"Yeah, alright," she murmured, "Bye."

"Bye"

Rory snapped her phone shut. Leave to Emily to screw up everything. Still wondering who the unknown caller was she listened to the first of her mother's messages. "Oh my god Rory I am warning you now! Your grandmother is going to call and suck you into a D.A.R. ball using the whole 'you're my granddaughter it's your duty line' and whatever you don't go! It's going to be like a scene out of a really bad John Hughes movie! Well talk to you later hon."

That was it. Rory sighed. Little late mom she thought, as she listened to the other message. It was something about how Paul Anka had discovered how to go outside and open Babbete and Mory's door and harass their cats. She groaned and had a sudden impulse to chuck her phone at the wall. Instead she decided to check the last message.

Her heart stopped when she heard the husky voice on the other end. "Hey there Mare," breathed Tristan, "Miss me yet? I can't stop thinking about…about the things I wanna do to you." Rory's breathing hitched in her throat as her mind wandered back to her dream. The sharp ringing of her cell phone brought her back to life. She groaned when she saw it was her grandmother.

"Hi grandma," she said wearily, preparing for Emily's inevitable tirade.

"Hello Rory, I hoped I didn't wake you," Emily said.

"You didn't," Rory replied.

"Good, well in that case there are a manner of things we need to discuss. Firstly, I would greatly appreciate it if you could get to my house within the next hour as you are obviously awake and there are some urgent matters to go over. Also, I wanted to make sure that having a male escort would be ok with Logan. One of your old school mates is back in town and I was hoping you could accompany him."

"Sure grandma," Rory sighed, knowing Logan wouldn't like it all. Surprisingly she didn't really care. "I'll be over soon."

Rory walked into her grandmother's mansion somewhat apprehensively. It was the night of the D.A.R. ball and she had spent the last few hours perfecting her outfit. Her grandmother had given one of the most hideous dressed known to mankind. She had given it to her mother, but even the 'Lorelai touch' couldn't help it. Instead, she had gone shopping.

The dress was unbelievable. It was the perfect shade of blue and made her eyes pop even more than usual. It hugged her curves perfectly and stopped just above her knees. A deep blue bow was tied around the middle and she was wearing real Harry Winston diamonds at her grandmother's insistence.

She scanned the room quickly. There were people she recognized but no one she really knew. Suddenly someone grabbed her arm and she turned around. "Ohmygawd Rory!" squealed the blonde holding her arm, "It me! Madeline! Come on you remember me don't you?"

"Of course, how could I forget you," She grinned, kissing her on the cheek, "Is Louise here?" Her question was answered by another squeal. Louise appeared pulling a very disgruntled Paris behind her.

"Rory!" she practically screamed, "It has been way too long!" Rory grinned at Paris as the two girls went on about what they had been doing since high school, stopping only to gulp some champagne or check out a hot guy. After about 20 minutes of this, Madeline let out another lower pitched squeal. Louise looked in the same direction as her and her jaw went slack.

"What going on?" Paris questioned and began to turn around. Rory already knew though. She felt the piercing blue eyes drilling into the back of her head. The intensity of gaze was so strong, that even though she hadn't seen him yet, she knew he was there. She turned around slowly, almost cautiously, and their eyes locked immediately. His mouth formed his trademark smirk when he saw her looking at him and she began to saunter over to them.

Rory thought she heard Louise and Madeline muttering in the background and Pairs telling them to shut up, but she wasn't really listening. She was transfixed but his gaze, his steady walk, his confidence, and above all the feeling of recklessness she got when she saw him.

"Hello ladies," he grinned, never taking his eyes of Rory, "How've you been?" Louise began to speak but Madeline nudged her in the ribs. It was obvious he didn't really want an answer. "So Mary," he grinned, "Judging by the shock on your face I'll guess your grandmother didn't tell you I was coming." His smirk widened as she tried to gain back her composure.

"Um, no, no she didn't," she finally stammered.

"Well then," he grinned, "I'm guessing she didn't tell you that I was your date for the night."

"You're kidding," Rory groaned, only her life could be this unfair. Just when she thought things couldn't get worse her grandmother's voice wafted over to her.

"Rory darling, I see you've met Tristan," her grandmother beamed, "I suppose you remember him from high school," Rory nodded deafly. "Well then," continued her grandmother, "Why don't you two go dance? There's an excellent song playing."

Rory opened her mouth to argue but before she could Tristan extended his hand to her. "Ms. Gilmore," he said, his voice dripping with suavity, "May I have this dance?" Deciding that fighting him wasn't worth the effort Rory nodded and followed him onto the dance floor.

She groaned as almost immediately a slow song came on. He still hadn't let go of her hand, and now he pulled her towards him. She focused on the wall behind him as he brought his hand up to the small of her back. Fire raced through her body as he their bodies connected. "So Ms. Gilmore," he said, in a terrible French accent "How are you on this fine evening?" Rory laughed at grinned up at him.

"I'm fine Inspector Clouseau, how are you?" he chuckled.

"I'd be a lot better if you weren't wearing that dress." Rory blushed and hit him in the chest.

"You don't like my dress?" she asked with a pretend pout.

"I love it," he grinned, somewhat surprised by how flirtatious she was being, "It's just that it makes me want to do things …" He trailed off and let his eyes run over her. He licked his lips when their eyes met. Rory drew in a shaky breath. She didn't know how or why he had such an effect on her but she was pretty sure she liked it. "Although," he continued, obviously enjoying her discomfort, "I'm sure you're too much of a Mary to do most of them."

Rory felt her cheeks turn an even brighter shade of red, but she managed to keep her cool. "Tristan," she said, mirroring his smirk, "I haven't been a Mary for about 6 years now. Compared to me your probably John the Baptist." He was completely taken aback by her response. She was defiantly not the little Chilton girl she used to be. That made her even more enticing.

"Well," he replied, "You did used to call me Bible Boy." She was about to respond when the song ended. "Thanks for the dance Mary," he grinned, stressing the last part, "I'll see you around." Rory looked at her watch. There was still five more hours until the party was officially over.

Turning around, she ran almost directly into Paris. "Lucy," she grinned, "You got some 'splaining to do." Rory sighed; it was going to be a long night.

A/n; so what did you think? I was debating on writing the week before the ball but I really wanted to update this. Also, do you think I should up the rating? Pretty please review!!