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Disclaimer: See first chapter. The title of this chapter is from Boston by Augustana.

Rating: T- yeah, you know why already.

Chapter 5: You Don't Know Me

Tristin smirked. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes, instead making his way around the table. "Looks like it." He took a seat between the two guys he'd first seen Rory with. "Good seeing you, Mary."

Rory watched as both Jess and Finn eyed Tristin cautiously. She held in her smile, ignoring the looks she was getting from Logan and Louise, choosing instead to focus on her menu. This was definitely going to be an interesting breakfast.

"So, you and Tristin met last night?" Louise's voice broke her from her thoughts. She saw the look in Louise's eyes, hopeful that maybe they'd been mistaken in hearing the exchange.

Rory nodded, smiling and turning to face Louise and Logan. "Yeah. He called me Mary and we then proceeded to drink away our problems." She looked to Tristin. "Isn't that right, Tris?"

He nodded. He knew the game she was playing. He'd become an expert at playing coy and forgetting many nights spent with girls. This girl would be no different. "She's right. And after drinking away our problems, we… well, you know." He smirked at her raised eyebrows. "Right, Mary?"

She glared at him, turning in her chair to focus on Jess and Finn, who looked like they were watching a tennis match. Each looked extremely interested in what Rory's response would be. She smiled. "I see no reason why you should be calling me Mary, Tris. It really doesn't suit me." She ran a hand through her hair. "You of all people should know that. Unless you're the one who's a Mary here."

Tristin was at a loss for words. He had never before been put in his spot like that. Rory smiled smugly at him. He only nodded, all of the sudden aware of the eyes on him. "Oh, no worries, Mary." He spat the name out, and she brushed away the hurt she suddenly felt. This was all a game to him. That's all their night together was, was a game. "I'm not a Mary. You, however, seemed a bit rusty."

She felt like she had been slapped. She'd never had to resort to low blows. Clearly, though, she'd met her match. Not that she would be admitting that – especially to him. She put on her best game face. "Just not used to the size, I guess." She shrugged, looking down at the menu again.

"Too big?" he asked, smirking at her.

He'd fallen right into her trap. She smiled innocently at him, before smirking and letting out a sarcastic laugh. "No." She let silence fall over the table. She saw Lane, Dave, and Madeline in her peripheral waiting for her next words. Anxious to see what she would come back with. Finn looked at her expectantly. Jess smirked at her and Paris glared at her, both already knowing what she was going to say. "Too…" She paused, smirking at him. "Small? Yeah. That's the word."

Tristin felt his cheeks heat up. He had walked right into that. He took a deep breath, fully ready to make a comment. But before he knew it, Logan was standing up, smiling sympathetically at Louise. "How about we do lunch instead? I think we've all had enough fun for ten minutes."

"No, man," Tristin replied, staring at Rory. "We're okay."

Rory smirked, raising her eyebrows. "You don't have to leave yet. I was just getting warmed up." She opened her mouth to say something again, but was silenced by Louise.

"No," Louise stated. "We'll just reschedule for lunch. Rory, you look pale. Why don't you go rest?"

Rory smiled innocently at Louise, who was pleading with her eyes. "I think you're right, Lou. I'll go take a nap." She smirked one last time at Tristin before getting up and going up to her room. Louise was going to kill her.

Tristin watched her walk away. He noticed that the two guys were now openly glaring at him. Logan, noticing this as well, nodded toward the door. Tristin nodded, standing.

"Lovely seeing you," he bid to them before walking away. He knew they were now probably planning his death. And Logan?

Oh man, Logan was going to massacre him.

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Rory laid on the bed and closed her eyes. She massaged her temples, trying to fight off the head ache that she thought she'd gotten rid of.

"Gilmore-Hayden!"

Yeah, that wasn't going to be happening anytime soon. Louise was pissed. And Paris probably was, too. She sighed as she sat up, and came face to face with Louise and Paris.

"What the hell is your problem?" Rory was surprised that the question came from Paris. She went to answer, but was shushed with Paris' hand. "No, you don't talk. You listen. You think you can just walk all over people's feelings? Rory, even this you – this… person who doesn't date and fucks anything that walks – even she doesn't walk all over people's feelings."

"And you ruined breakfast, Rory!" exclaimed Louise. "Did you just wake up this morning and decide to be a bitch?" Louise sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "It's like ever since you decided to steal that cab with Jess and Finn you became someone completely different."

Rory sighed, waiting to see who would talk next. Instead, silence filled the room, and she took an opportunity to defend herself. "He started it." They looked at her, waiting for an explanation. "He was just sitting there and being all smug and expecting me to take his crap and insult me!" She sighed, leaning back against the wall.

The two girls looked to Rory and then at each other. Smiles formed on their faces. Louise was the first to take a seat next to Rory. "You like him." Rory blushed, and Louise slapped a hand on her knee, smiling at her. "That's pretty cool, Rory."

Paris nodded, taking a seat on Rory's other side. "You haven't really liked anyone… well, ever."

"Oh, no, I do not like him,"Rory argued. "No. Not even close. He's such a jack ass. And the way he talked to me? No." She sighed. She'd been fighting it since she left. The horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach that had taken residence since she'd left this morning without telling him her name. She shook her head, and was met with Paris' questioning gaze.

Paris smiled at her. "So…"

Rory looked at Paris. "So?"

Louise rolled her eyes. "So… what are you going to do about it?"

Rory scoffed. "Oh, god. No. I'm not doing anything about it." The two girls raised their eyebrows at her, questioning. "He insulted me, and didn't even care about last night. One guy -- especially this one -- is not going to change me. I refuse to let that happen." She looked at her two friends, who were staring at her in shock.

"Right," Paris scoffed. "You like him. Louise and I know it. Hell, I'll bet even your two minions know it too. The sooner you admit it, the sooner we can all rest easy knowing you haven't contracted any STD's." Rory sighed, knowing this was not the time or place to argue with Paris. But she was definitely not going to admit to anyone anytime soon that her feelings for Tristin were more than for just that night.

"Well," Louise began. "Take a nap. I think Logan's coming over to get me to take out to breakfast. Since, you know, you and Tristin decided to have it out this morning." Louise smirked. "Take a nap and a shower. And please try to be civil for lunch. Hey, maybe you and Tristin can sort out your differences. You know, set a date..."

Rory rolled her eyes, flopping back on the bed and throwing a pillow over her eyes. "Okay, go away now."

Louise and Paris grinned at each other before patting Rory's knees and making their way out of the room. Rory sighed and turned over on her side, willing herself to go to sleep. Hoping that maybe after she took a nap she would realize she was going crazy. And that she wasn't going crazy for him.

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"What the fuck happened back there?"

The slam of a door made Tristin shoot straight out of bed. Logan, as he had predicted, was pissed. He smirked, turning to face his friend. Logan looked like his head was ready to explode.

He sighed. "She started it." It was a lame excuse, and hardly true, but he figured he could start there and then play it by ear.

Logan scoffed. "Right. And you just sat idly by, right? Do you have any idea what the hell you did by even sleeping with her? She's not like all those dip shit blondes you date, DuGrey. This one actually gives a shit about the guys she sleeps with." Tristin tried to say something, but Logan silenced him. "No. You have no right to say anything. What the hell was going through your mind? Are you crazy?"

Tristin shook his head. "No. I didn't mean to sleep with her. But it does take two to tango, Huntz. You should know that. Your relationship with Louise started out with no strings. Or are we forgetting that right now because I'm the one who fucked up?" He stared pointedly at Logan, who was looking at the floor. He knew he'd finally gotten his point across. He wasn't the only bad one. Rory hadn't exactly been saying no. "Besides, she's the one who left this morning without telling me her name or saying good-bye."

Then, Logan looked at him. Studied him. Logan snapped his fingers, smirking. "You like this girl." Logan chuckled. "Never thought I'd see the day. I really never thought I'd see the day."

"No," Tristin responded. "No. I do not like this girl. Never. She's impossible and completely not like me at all. Or are we forgetting that now, too?" He sighed. Truthfully, he'd been battling with the feelings all morning. The feeling of waking up in an empty bed. The feeling that he'd finally had the best night's sleep in a long time last night. He sighed again, running a hand through his hair. Logan had him beat. "Okay. I might like her a little."

Logan shook his head, smirking. "So…"

Tristin raised his eyebrows. "So…"

"So," Logan began. "What are you going to do about it?"

Tristin nodded, realizing what Logan meant. "Absolutely nothing. In case you've forgotten, she hates me at the moment."

Logan nodded. "And for good reason. But when has that ever stopped you?" He smirked, grabbing his keys.

Tristin shrugged. "It's going to stop me now. Where are you going?"

"I'm going to go get Louise and take her out for breakfast," Logan replied. "And you, my friend, are going to shower and take a nap so that you're not hung over for lunch." Tristin started to protest, but Logan just shook his head. "No. You're not getting out of this one. You fucked up breakfast, so you're coming to lunch." Logan smirked, an idea coming to mind. "Hey, maybe you and Rory could talk. You know, sort out your differences. Maybe even set a date?"

Tristin rolled his eyes, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at Logan's retreating form. "Just take your girl out to lunch. I'll be there at lunch." Logan stared at him pointedly. "And I promise to be showered, not hung over and on my best behavior."

Logan nodded. "Good. See you in three hours."

Tristin flopped back on the bed, covering his eyes. He heard the door slam and sighed. Was Logan right? Had he really fallen for this girl? He hoped that maybe, just maybe, when he woke up the feelings would go away.

That was it. He needed sleep. Then he'd realize that he was crazy. And not crazy for her.