AN: Thank you guys so much for all the reviews! This is going to be a Trory. I had a hard time finding a Trory I wanted to write. If you were rooting for a Rogan, I'm sorry. I do have a Rogan, it's called Solutions. Anyways, I wasn't sure if I should continue or not, but you guys' reviews totally wowed me! Thanks so much! I wrote this rather quickly, so let me know what you think!
Chapter 2
Tristan sat still. Very, very still. He wasn't sure how to react. Once he remembered to breath, he stood up and began to pace. Back and forth, back and forth. No one in the room was saying anything. They wanted to see how Rory and Tristan would react.
Tristan had been in love with Rory in high school. When he got shipped off to military school he wrote her several letters. Never once did he send any of them to her. Sometime during his time in North Carolina, he got over Rory Gilmore. Yes, he would always think of her as the paragon of all women, but he didn't pine over her.
Over the years he allowed his thoughts to drift to her time and again, wondering how she was. He assumed she was in Harvard, well on her way to taking the world of journalism by storm. Now here he stood, pacing back and forth in her grandparent's home, moment's after being told he was to marry her. If only she didn't hate him.
-GG-
Rory looked at everyone as if they were crazy. She knew they hated Logan. Not just dislike, but a real, true, deep set hate. But that was ok; his family felt the same way towards her. But still, she never thought they hated their relationship enough to sign her over to some guy.
She looked up and realized everyone was waiting on one of them to speak. The shock began to lessen, and she felt the temporary immobility lift.
"What?" She hissed, glaring around the room.
Tristan stopped mid pace to look at her as she addressed the elders.
"You're to be married, dear." Emily told her, smiling.
"No." Came Rory's automatic reply.
"We all feel it's best for you. Both of you." Olivia said, smiling as if they were talking about draperies and not marriage.
"I think I know what's best for me." Rory retorted, her manners practically sprouting wings and flying out the window.
Lorelai snorted.
"Do you have something to say mom? Cause really, if you do, just say it. It's not like you have hesitated to pass judgment on my choices the past few months, why start hesitating now?" Rory folded her arms, glaring at her mother.
The once wonderfully strong relationship between Lorelai and Rory had dwindled to strained coffee dates at Luke's every so often and uncomfortable Friday night dinners. Of course, there were often screaming matches over the phone. The strain started with the whole Dean incident, and worsened until Logan came into the picture. Things became a catastrophe from there.
"First, of course I've said things about your choices. They're stupid choices! And no, you obviously don't know what's best for yourself! Otherwise you wouldn't be on probation!"
Rory felt anger course through her veins. "I make stupid choices?" She asked, standing up.
"Yeah, you do." Lorelai half yelled, also standing up.
"Well at least I didn't get pregnant at 16!" The words flew out of Rory's mouth before she realized what she was saying.
Everyone in the room's jaws fell. Their eyes widened.
"Rory, Lorelai, really-" Richard tried to interrupt.
"No dad, this is between me and Rory, stay out of it!" Lorelai yelled, placing her hands on her hips. "God Rory, you would never act like this if you weren't with Logan!"
Rory crossed her arms. "What has Logan ever done? Honestly, what has he ever done to deserve this?"
"He got you arrested!"
"IT WAS MY IDEA! MINE! MINE, ALL MINE!" Rory screamed. She had been listening to everyone blame Logan ever since they were arrested, and she was sick of it. No one understood that it was her idea, no matter how many times she would try to explain it to them.
"YOU WOULD NEVER HAVE DONE IT BEFORE YOU MET HIM!" Lorelai screamed back.
"GIRLS! ENOUGH! We have company!" Richard exclaimed, standing up and separating the two.
Lorelai huffed and returned to her seat, while Rory went to the bar and poured herself a strong drink.
"You're underage." Lorelai called over to her, smirking.
"If I'm old enough to be sold to the highest bidder, I'm old enough to drink." Rory retorted.
Tristan sat back down, placing his head in his hands. Rory had changed. A lot. She was on probation. She was obviously dating someone her family didn't approve of. And she was fighting with Lorelai.
"Rory dear," Olivia said, smiling at her, "We understand you've made some mistakes recently. Marriage is simply the best way to rectify them. It will give you balance, stability."
Rory shook her head, feeling sick. "I need to leave." She whispered, looking across the room. No one was on her side. Tristan probably was, but then again he was in the same situation she was.
She hurriedly grabbed her purse and a stack of the documents and left, not stopping to get her coat. She sped all the way back to Yale.
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When she got to Yale she went strait to the pub where she was to meet up with Logan, Colin, and Finn. She walked strait over to their table.
She sat down, not saying a word.
The guys all glanced at each other.
"What's wrong Ace?" Logan asked her, putting an arm around her shoulders.
She handed him the papers, still not speaking.
Logan took the papers, skimming them over. "Shit."
Colin and Finn looked him, obviously curious. Logan handed Rory his drink. "You need this more than I do." He told her, not able to say anything else yet.
Colin took the papers from Logan, his eyes widening when he realized just what exactly it was that he held in his hands. Finn peered over his shoulder, his jaw dropping when he figured out the gist of the papers. He signaled a waiter.
"We need alcohol. Lot's of alcohol. Bring us three rounds to start. Don't let us run out."
Rory nodded. "Alcohol sounds good."
-GG-
Tristan left the Gilmore's soon after Rory, a stack of papers in hand. They gave him Rory's number and address before he left. He needed to go home and think. He was going to have a lawyer look over the documents the next day, to inform him of his options. Until then, he just needed to think.
