(A/N i wasn't sure if i would do it...but i did... i actually wrote a second chapter and i'm proud, tristan is actuallin this chapter too! I'm gonna try and update about twice a week from now on, hope that's cool. BTW feel free to review...it would be greatly appreciated ;-D!
FRIDAY
Tristan sat alone in an empty classroom, the school was void of students this early in the morning, yet he still hid in the classroom just in case some crazy, eager to learn nerd turned up and saw him, that wouldn't go down well with his reputation. To his surprise though the first person he saw entering the school was none other than his 'Mary', Rory Gilmore. He watched her through the classroom window, staying out of her view, he knew this was kind of stalker like but he was somewhat curious to see how she behaved on her own while no one was watching.
Rory entered the halls of Chilton a mess; fortunately it appeared that no one was there yet, she still had her pyjama pants on, her hair was in a messy bun and she wore no makeup. She found out yesterday from Steve, the bus driver that her regular bus would not be in use the next day so she had to take the earlier one, which in her opinion was way too early. She made her way to her locker and opened it in order to use the mirror on the door, she gasped as she saw her reflection.
He never let his intent stare leave her as she looked around to make sure no one was there before she put her skirt on not realising the back of it was tucked up she dropped her pants giving Tristan a great view, something in her inner thigh caught his eye, it looked like a picture possibly a tattoo, but her leg shifted before he could really tell. He did dwell on that thought instead he continued watching her in awe,
'Who knew Gilmore was a hot pink lace kinda chick?' he released the breath he didn't know he was holding then raised his head to the ceiling in a silent thankyou to the gods, 'Someone up there must really love me' by the time he went to look back at her she was gone and he was left in wonder if what he saw was reality or another vision his mind created of her.
At lunch Rory grabbed her tray and found an empty table which she figured was out of the way enough that no one would bother her, she sat her headphones in to block out the rest of the school and opened her book to the marked page. Before she began reading her headphones were removed and a hand roughly grabbed her book and placed it on the opposite side of the table before the person sat down opposite Rory.
"Gilmore! I need to talk to you!," the person demanded,
"Sheesh Paris, we're not in the newsroom, you are allowed to talk like a normal person here," Rory explained as if she were speaking to a three year old, Paris ignored Rory's mocking tone,
"Sorry, but we really need to talk,"
"You've had many chances to talk to me all week but instead you've been a real bitch," Paris winced, not used to hearing Rory so cold and harsh, Rory stood up ready to leave but Paris grabbed both her hands, Rory looked at their joint hands then back up at Paris raising an eyebrow. Paris didn't let her go until she sat back down,
"Please let me explain," she pleaded, Rory sighed and made no sign of leaving so Paris took the hint to continue, "I've been acting like this because…" she looked unsure whether or not to continue, "Well at first I was kind of jealous and mad at you and my therapist advised me to avoid you until I sorted out my inner arguments and then Derek happened and then I realised that you had no control over what was making me feel that way before and honestly I can't stand not having you as a sort of friend and…yeah," Paris blurted out,
"Whoa, okay your gonna have to relax and explain, why were you mad and jealous? What therapist? And what happened with Derek?"
"I was mad and jealous because, let's face it you've done the unthinkable, you turn up in the middles of the last school year and not only caught up with all the work but became my equal at the top of the class and then you got DuGray hooked on you and everyone knew I had a thing for him, I thought you were just another conquest to him and figured that he would pick on some other innocent new girl this year but you're still his Mary,"
"Okay well sorry I did so well at school and sorry that Tristan has a thing for being the bane of my existence," Paris let out a chuckle after Rory's apology,
"You're not sorry, and you shouldn't be. I am though, sorry, that is for treating you the way I have the past couple of days, it's hell sitting alone at a table with Madeline and Louise without someone who can actually talk about something other than the three g's,"
"The three g's?"
"Gossip, Grooming and Guys," Paris answered the disgust in her voice obvious,
"So now that we're like kind of friend's again, who is Derek and what happened with him?"
"Don't worry Gilmore we are friends and nothing happened with Derek, he's the one over there next to Austin," Paris had a dreamy look on her face as she pointed him out across the cafeteria,
"Oh, but you want something to happen?" Paris only blushed in reply, Rory smiled knowingly,
"Oops we skipped a question!" Rory exclaimed,
"Which one?"
"Therapist?"
"Oh yeah, Dr. Griewald, I've been seeing him for a few months now, my mother set me up appointments so that he can help me with my people skills, he does other stuff too,"
"Cool, I've been thinking about seeing a therapist, people have been suggesting that my coffee addiction and incessant rambling are a sign of problems with my mental well-being," Although Rory was joking Paris didn't realise,
"Really? Well here, I'll give you his number," Paris said as she wrote it onto a piece of paper and handed it to an amused Rory.
"How are the two most beautiful female brainiacs of Chilton doing this afternoon?" drawled Tristan with one of his charming smiles that both of the girls seemed immune to, Paris glared,
"Shove it DuGray!" she barked,
"Where?" Tristan replied with a smirk, Paris just ignored him while Rory's eyes twinkled with amusement and he could of sworn he saw her lips twitch as she fought off the urge to smile, though her expression sobered a moment after it began,
"I'm going to the library to check up on some things, it was so not a pleasure DuGray, have a pleasant weekend both of you, and Rory, I expect to see you at our table for lunch Monday," although her words were somewhat nicer than usual her face remained with the signature 'Paris scowl'.
"Was it just me, or was Paris actually polite when she left instead of giving off the whole 'I'm gonna kill you in your sleep' vibe she usually sends out as her parting way"
"Oh, she was definitely polite, forced polite, but polite nonetheless and we have Dr. Griewald to thank for that,"
"The therapist guy?"
"Yep, he's helping her with her people skills, she recommended him to me,"
"For your social skills?"
"No, just my abnormal, mental well-being," Rory put her stuff in her back and stood up, "Well Tristan I think if I leave now this will be the most civilised conversation we've shared and the first time I walk away without wanting to turn back around and shoot you," She smiled and left, but he wasn't letting her exit the conversation so soon so he fell into step with her as she walked through the school,
"I already knew that every time you walk away from me you immediately want to turn back and jump into my arms, no need to add in the shooting thing as a cover-up, I understand completely," Rory rolled her eyes,
"Okay then, not a civilised conversation,"
"It wouldn't be much of a conversation without you admitting you want me,"
"Then I guess it isn't gonna be much of a conversation,"
'I'll turn it into a conversation alright,' he thought, "So Mary, know any girls who own lace panties in the colour commonly called hot pink?" he asked casually,
'Hang on, aren't I wearing a pair like that today?...Could he of?...No way, there was no one around' Rory wondered but didn't let her face show her worries,
"Why Bibleboy? Had a good lay in the backseat of your car and don't remember which one it was but want a second round?"
"Actually, my cars only a two seater, no back seat and no I was just wondering because that's the kind of panties that turn me on and right now hot pink is calling my name," Rory tried to cover her face with her hair from his view to hide her blush, he didn't mention it, but he noticed and smirked,
"Sorry, I honestly don't know," Rory said, not one of her usual witty comebacks but her mind was disoriented at the moment,
"Come on try and help a friend out here," he prompted trying to get more of a reaction from her,
"What friend?"
"Come on, don't you know?"
"Know what?"
"Sometimes you pick your friends, sometimes they pick you, and well Mare, I pick you therefore we are friends," Rory froze as a memory entered her mind,
FLASHBACK
A tall, handsome teenage boy with brown hair, green eyes and one of those contagious smiles walked to the pool, carrying Rory over his shoulder,
"Eek! Jay! Put me Down" she screamed struggling to get loose but his grip was too secure, a group of six other teenagers were close behind laughing at the situation, Rory looked at them, "Hey shut up and help me! I've been your friend longer!" they ignored her and continued laughing.
"Twinkles, you know not to make fun of my Scooby-Doo tie, as Finn says, it hurts the poor dogs feelings, now apologise!" demanded Jay,
"Not my fault the dog on your tie looks like a donkey in a pile of shit,"
"That's not an apology, besides it's Scooby and he is a DOG and he is in a pile of CHOCOLATE MOUSSE!" Jay exclaimed and he threw Rory into the pool in her very expensive designer formal wear, she came up sputtering water, she glared at Jay who wore a proud smile,
"You suck! You're not my friend anymore!"
"Well sorry but sometimes you pick you friends, sometimes they pick you, and I pick you so it seems like you're stuck with me now," Rory reached up and motioned for him to help her out and he was silly enough to fall for it as she pulled him in as well. Soon enough all eight of the teenagers were in a pool laughing and splashing around in their designer outfits but not caring, just enjoying the moment.
Reliving that happy memory brought sad tears to Rory's eyes,
"Rory are you okay? Did I say something wrong?" a concerned Tristan asked, but Rory wasn't registering what he was saying, she ran to the girls bathrooms to get herself back together.
Tristan didn't see her after she ran off but knew they had sixth period together, he looked around the class hopefully and was relieved when he saw her in her usual seat. He took the seat next to her; she didn't even glance in his direction.
When there was only fifteen minutes left of class and she still hadn't acknowledged him he decided to write her a note and reached over and placed it on her desk while the teacher wrote something on the board.
Hey Ror,
I don't what happened before, but if it is something
that I did I'm really sorry, is it
really that bad having to be my friend?
-T
She gave a small smile as she read the note and wrote back-
Don't worry, it had nthng 2 do wit u
I just relived sum old memories.
I actually dnt thnk it would b that bad havin
u as a friend, maybe 1 day I'll tell
u what about wat I was thinking bout…
He read the note and was thankful but wondered what she was talking about and whether or not she would ever tell him, before he could write anything back the bell went,
"See you next week Tris," she said as she bolted from the classroom, by the time he left the building he looked at her bust stop but she wasn't there. He shrugged, got in his car and left.
As soon as Rory left she practically ran out and around the corner where the driver her Grandmother Francine hired to take her to the airport was.
