I'm sorry for not putting a chapter up yesterday... I had to wait for people to review and vote for which direction they wanted the story to go.

And the winner is... Option #2: Rory/Jess/Tristan Drama! By ONE VOTE!

Yay! Ok, sorry for anyone who wanted to see the other option. But I assure you, this way is pretty darn cool. There'll be some twists in there that you will not see coming. Maybe some time in the future I will write another story with the other plot thrown in there. I hope that you continue reading this anyways. And keep the reviews coming, please. I love reading what your favorite parts are. :)

"Rory?" Lorelai called, knocking on the door to her room. "Is it safe to come in?" she said, her tone teasing.

"Mom!" Rory said, her face coloring.

"Well, Jess is in there, just making sure," she said, opening the door with her hand over her eyes.

"Mother, we are doing our homework. You can look."

"Well yesterday you told me you were doing homework and..." Lorelai said, her eyebrows raising suggestively.

Rory was blushing madly, but Jess, who had been lying by her on her bed silently the whole time, just smirked, thinking back to the day before.

"Rory?" Lorelai said, opening the door to her daughter's room.

Rory and Jess were horizontal on the bed, Rory's hands were tangled in his hair and Jess had his hand on either side of her, so as not to rest too much weight on her delicate frame as they kissed passionately.

"Uh... Rory! Jess! My, God, I'm scarred for life!"

They pulled apart quickly. Jess sat up and pulled Rory with him.

"Lorelai," he acknowledged her with a nod of his head, keeping his arm around Rory's waist. He didn't seem in the least embarrassed.

"Uh... Mom... hi..." Rory said, her face beet red. Eventually she just turned and buried her head in Jess's chest. "This is humiliating," she mumbled.

Jess just chuckled and turned back to his girlfriend's mother, who was standing in the doorway, her mouth still wide open. "Did you want something?"

"What?" Lorelai said, coming out of her trance. "Oh, right, I was just going to tell Rory to meet me for dinner at the diner at six."

"Ok, I'll see you then," Rory said, still hiding her face from her mother. The moment she was out of the room, Rory dropped back onto the bed with a groan.

"What?" Jess asked, lying down next to her.

"My mother just walked in on us. Does that not bother you?" she was staring at him, incredulous.

"Nope."

"Jess..." she said, laughing lightly.

"C'mere," was his way of response, as they went in for round two.

"Meet me for lunch?" Jess said on the phone, the first Saturday after school had started.

"Yeah, ok," she said, grinning. She hadn't gone in to the diner this morning because she wanted to get a head- start on her homework, but now that it was approaching noon, she supposed she could take a break for a while.

She approached the diner, and just as she was about to step through the door, something, or rather, someone, caught her eye. It was Tristan. She had been staying away from him as much as possible at school, and when she did see him in the halls, she immediately ran in the other direction. So what was he doing here in Stars Hollow?

Jess saw her pause, and was immediately concered. "Rory!" he called out, jogging lightly over to her from his spot at the counter.

"Huh?" Rory snapped back out of her thoughts and turned to face her boyfriend. "Oh, sorry, just... look." she said, nodding her head in the direction of the blonde boy who was currently standing across the street near the entrance of Doose's.

Jess's eyes widened and then narrowed. "What is he doing here?" he said through gritted teeth.

"How should I know?" she said.

"I really hate that guy, you have no idea," Jess said. Rory noticed how tense he was, and came to stand in front of him, directly in the way of his line of sight towards Tristan.

"Hey, I hate him, too. He punched you, and he drove us apart," Rory said. "Let's- just- ignore him. Maybe he's just... grocery shopping." her excuse was extremely feeble, and Jess smiled at the attempt.

"Ok," he said, giving her a peck on the lips and pulling away before she could deepen it.

"Mean," Rory said, glaring.

"Let's eat. Then, we can go upstairs," he said, raising his eyebrows.

"Pig," Rory said, slapping his shoulder lightly. After a few seconds, "Fine, let's go."

It was unnerving, really. Everywhere she went, she felt like Tristan was watching her. In the halls at Chilton, he always seemed to be standing at a locker nearby, or just around a corner she was turning. And she thought she saw him in Stars Hollow at least three times. She always ran in the opposite direction before she could get a closer look.

And today, Sunday, she had walked in to Weston's on two different occasions, planning on buying a cup of coffee, (Luke was out picking up something and Caesar never made it as good) and had immediately stepped out of the store again upon seeing the same blonde head sitting at the counter. Was he planning on staying there all day?

She had thought about telling Jess, but she really didn't see the point. If he ever actually found her and talked to her, she would let him know, but she didn't want to get him worked up over nothing. Just the mention of Tristan's name made Jess extremely angry, and Rory couldn't blame him. After all, it was Tristan's fault that Jess moved to New York, and that Rory and Jess almost ended their friendship. And he also punched him. For no reason. The thought made Rory extremely angry as well. What was he doing here? He already followed her at school, couldn't he give hr her town back?

Rory pulled out her cell phone and glanced at the time. She was supposed to meet Jess at the bridge in a few minutes. She sighed and started walking in that direction.

"Hey," Jess said when he heard her approach.

"Hi," she said, sitting down next to him and pecking him on the lips.

"What happened?" he asked immediately. Rory rolled her eyes. It was the end of September, and they had been dating for a little over a month. Their time as a couple had only heightened his ability to read her like an open book.

"Nothing," Rory said, trying to smile.

"No, it's not nothing. Something's been bothering you for a while now, and I want to know what it is."

"It doesn't matter, you don't have to worry about it," Rory said, trying to end the subject. Jess had no intention of letting that happen.

"Rory, it's worrying you, so that automatically makes me worried. Please tell me what's up," Jess said, turning and facing her dead-on. Rory sighed.

"It's Tristan." Jess's eyes darkened.

"What did he do?" he said, a murderous tone coloring his voice.

"Nothing, he didn't do anything exactly," she said, trying to calm him down. "I just have a feeling that he's following me. At school, around town..." she trailed off.

"I'll kill him if he even tries talking to you after what he did," Jess was mad, more than Rory had ever seen.

"Whoa, Jess, relax, nothing happened," she said. Her hands rested on either side of his face and she stared straight at him, trying to calm him down.

"I know, I know. I really hate him," he said. Rory kissed him lightly, and he visibly relaxed.

"Hey, c'mere, you," he said, pulling her close to him, and kissing her again.

"Love you, Jess," Rory said into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Mmmm... Love you, too."

It was Monday afternoon, and Rory was in her room, doing her homework, waiting for Jess to come and take her out for dinner. The door bell rang, pulling her from her History notes and sending her catapulting from her chair and over to the front door. When she opened it, however, it wasn't Jess she saw waiting for her on the other side.

Tristan stumbled in, his breath reeking of alcohol, his hair tousled and his clothes ripped and dirty.

"Rory," he said, his voice slurred. "C'm back to me, I'ma idiot. Just dump Jack or whatever and c'm back," he said. He was talking in circles. Rory's eyes widened in surprise.

"I don't know what you think you're doing here, Tristan, but you need to get out. How did you get here?" she asked, trying to wrap her head around what was going on.

"Car."

"You shouldn't be driving like this, what is wrong with you? Tristan, get out of here," Rory said. She was scared to have him here, so drunk and out of control.

"I looove you," he said, stumbling forward and landing on her couch. He started smiling and then burst out laughing. "D'you here that? I love you, Mary!" he hiccuped and then ran forward, nearly tripping over his feet.

Rory backed away as he approached her, panicking. Now if only Jess would show up and help her...

A pair of lips were suddenly covering her own, and Tristan's tounge was trying to force its way in to her mouth. He smelled terrible, and was being so forceful, that Rory shuddered, trying to remember how she could have ever kissed him voluntairly.

"Mmmmm!!" she tried to yell but she was having trouble breathing. She pushed against his chest as hard as she could and she finally broke free from him. She barely had time to step back before a fist swung and connected squarely with Tristan's jaw.

"Jess!" she yelled.

"Get back, Rory," he said, his voice strangely calm.

"No, Jess, stop it, stop that. He's not worth it. Just let him go, he's drunk, he didn't know what he was doing," she cried out, grabbing his arm and trying to pull him away from Tristan, who, upon being punched, had seemed to come slightly out of the fog he was in.

"Let go of me, Rory," his tone of voice terrified her, and she quickly released his arm and went to the other side of the room, watching in horror the scene that was unfolding before her.

"I'm out," Tristan said, attempting to step past Jess and out the front door.

"What, at least when I punched you, I didn't run away afterwards, and I had a more than valid reason!" Something in his eyes must have made Tristan understand how dangerous Jess was at the moment, and without saying another word, he slipped out the door and stumbled out to his car.

The moment the car had revved and driven away, Rory spoke.

"Jess, thank God you came when you did, I was so-"

"Did you kiss him?" he interrupted, his voice harsh.

"What? Jess, no I didn't kiss him. How could you think that?"

He was breathing shallow, and he made his way over to the couch and sat down, his head in his hands. "Is this the first time you've talked to him since you broke up?" he said, his voice still coming out with an uncontrolled edge.

"Yes," Rory said.

"Ok." A slight pause. "Are you Ok?"

"Yes."

Jess looked up and nodded. "Right. I have to go, now."

Rory rushed over and grabbed his arm before he could make it out the door.

"You don't get to walk away," she said, raising her voice. "Just, stay here, ok? Please?"

Jess stared at her and assessed her state of panic. After all the worry about him following her around- practically stalking her- and now what had just taken place, her eyes were red and blotched from crying and her hands were shaking. That was all the convincing Jess needed to pull her into his arms and hold on for dear life.

AN: Mwa ha ha... and guess what? That was nothing next to what's coming up. Please give me a quote or moment!