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Chapter 5

"So where did you disappear to yesterday?"

Normally, he wouldn't have minded answering this question because it was constantly asked, but this morning he was irritated by it and her catty, jealous, accusing voice was making the matter worse. And seeing as how he already 'told her where he went'; he was annoyed that she was asking him again. And to put the icing on the cake, he had just woken up; he was not the friendliest morning person.

"I already told you," he answered her question with a mouth full of coco puffs. He was in the dining hall enjoying his chocolately cereal. Well…he was enjoying.

"Refresh my memory," she shrugged as she reached across the table and grabbed a coco puff out of his bowl and plopped it into her mouth.

Big mistake.

Never, ever do you stick your hands in a man's food first thing in the morning. This was the number three rule to the guide to sexy, charming men.

"Do you want some?" he asked annoyed with sarcasm in his voice.

Stupidly she moved her head up and down.

"Well, they're over there," he tossed his head to the great-wall-of-cereal, where a variety of cereal was stored for the students to pick and choose.

Blushing from embarrassment, she ignored his bad mood and repeated her question, "What did you do yesterday?"

"I was with my grandfather," he easily lied, "You should get your amnesia checked out."

Tristan couldn't possibly tell her that he had spent the rest of the afternoon with another woman, although nothing happened. He called Rory, they talked, they met up at her dorm, Finn and Paris scarred them, and then they went to dinner and talked. And when it got late, he walked her back to her dorm and made sure it was "safe" for her to enter.

"How's he doing?" she asked trying to make small talk. She ignored his amnesia comment.

"Good."

"So you weren't with a pretty brunette?" she tried to casually ask, but the jealousy was seeping through.

"Did you see us together?" he asked defensively.

"No--"

"So why would you ask me that?" he was a bit offended…even though he shouldn't be, but with Sam, everything was made ten times more difficult. If he had decided to tell her the truth, that he was hanging out with an old friend, that was a girl he use to have feelings for and probably still does, all hell would break loose.

"I don't know, I was just--"

Once again, he cut her off, "You were just being jealous."

"Can you blame me?" she asked defending herself after a small pause.

"I can blame you for not trusting me," he countered as he scooped up the last of his now soggy coco puffs into his spoon. He held the utensil up to his mouth, "Why can't you trust me?" he asked and then placed the last bite of his breakfast into his mouth.

"I do trust you…it's just that it's hard—you're so attractive…" she tried to explain.

He smiled and sat back in his chair and stretched with his arm over his head, "It's not my fault I'm so damn beautiful."

Sam let out a small laugh; she was relieved that his bad mood was gone and he was back to his normal-self. She would do anything to avoid a fight and not lose him, even if that meant that she couldn't be out-spoken and voice her opinions. And when she did, she would hold her breath praying that Tristan didn't react; she was afraid to upset him and make him break-up with her.

"No it's not," she smiled seductively.

He sighed, "So what are your plans for today?" It's not that he didn't like Sam, she was caring and she treated him right. The only problem with her was that she wasn't a challenge; she was so predictable and Tristan was never on his toes with her…but with Rory…

"Whatever your plans are," she answered automatically.

"I only have one class, so after that we can hang out," he told her as he stood up and went to go stand by her side.

"Sounds great," she smiled up at him.

"Alright then…I'll call you," he told her before bending down and pecking her lips and walking to the exit and towards his first and only class of the day.

"Okay," she said barely audible to herself.

Tristan was acting differently; he was more distant and she would bet her life that it had to do with a certain brunette with blue eyes.

"Whoa!" Rory exclaimed as soon as Paris emerged from her room…alone, "You're looking slimmer, must have been from all of those calories you burned all day yesterday," Rory teased.

Unwillingly, Paris blushed, "Shut up."

"Are you being mean to me after what you put me through yesterday?" she asked the blonde with a smile playing on her lips.

She ignored Rory, "I need a shower," Paris grumbled as she trudged towards the bathroom.

"Good idea," Rory shouted after her, "You smell like sex!"

Paris's only answer was slamming the door.

Rory let out a laugh as she sat on her couch sipping her coffee, but moments later there was a knock at the door, "Come in, it's open!' she yelled to the visitor; she was too comfortable to get up.

"Hi," she greeted, once he walked in.

"I could be a rapist or a serial killer and you just tell me to come in?" he joked as he walked towards Rory and took the seat next to her on the couch.

"But you're not, so I'm good," she smiled into her coffee taking a sip, "So, where did you disappear to yesterday?"

Rory didn't know, but that was a very popular question that was being asked by girls today.

"You seemed busy…" he told her, not answering her question.

"I was on the phone," she stated looking at him, but he was a avoiding her inquisitive eyes.

"Well I just thought it was a bit rude, so I just left."

Rory furrowed her brows in confusion and anger, "If I left every time you answered your phone, I would never see you."

He remained silent, still avoiding her now slightly angry eyes.

"So, tell me what your problem is," she demanded.

"Who were you talking to?" he answered her question with a question of his own.

"Oh my goodness," she laughed at the humorless situation, "Are you serious?"

"You were talking to him," he stated referring to Tristan.

"So what if I was?" she said with a quick shrug, challenging him.

"It doesn't matter," he lied, "I was just saying…" he trailed off, not fully certain where he was trying to get with this conversation.

"What are you getting at?"

"Look, I'm just trying to look out for you…"

At that, Rory couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"I don't understand why you're making such a big deal out of it," Rory answered with a chuckle even though this was not a laughing matter, "I all that I'm doing is talking to him. Do you see me attacking you when you sleep with another girl?"

"It was your idea--" he began to defend himself.

Flames flashed in her eyes, "Just because I suggested a non exclusive relationship does not mean I get to sit back and relax while you're whoring around and then get attacked when I just look at the opposite sex."

He stood up and faced her, "So what are you trying to say?" he asked upset and annoyed. Was she saying what he thought she was saying?

"I'm not saying anything," she told him as she too stood and crossed her arms across her chest. "What are you getting at?"

Logan's blood began to boil; was she challenging him? If she was, how dare she? Did she not know who he was? He was Logan Huntzburger. He was careless, a risk-taker and so much more…and no girl would ever put him in this situation.

He didn't need her, he had enough girls to keep him satisfied, and one less wouldn't kill him.

"Listen," he smirked, "I'm just gonna go; this was enough drama for one day," he told her as he headed for the door with Rory right behind him. Reaching the door he turned to face her. "And this thing between us," he said indicating the space between them, "was fun while it lasted.

"So you're ending it?" she asked with a smirk of her own.

If he had said that the smirk that she threw him didn't throw him off guard, he would be lying. He didn't show that her calm attitude was confusing him.

"I mean I think it's time," he said nonchalantly.

"Well then I guess I'll see you around," she asked him as he stepped into the hallway. But before closing the door she said with her voice full of confidence, "You'll be back."

With that said, Rory coolly closed the door in his face.

"And then she was like 'they ended up doing it in his car' and I was like 'nuh-uh' and she just kept nodding her head," Sam finally finished telling Tristan the bit of gossip that she had acquired while he was in class, "Can you believe that?"

What he couldn't believe was that he didn't doze off.

"It's unbelievable," Tristan said pretending to be interested in his girlfriend's story.

"I know!" she exclaimed, not catching on to how the boy sitting in front of her couldn't care less.

"So," Tristan said keeping the conversation alive, "They just did it in his car…"

"Yup…tacky, isn't it?"

"Well…"

"Stop, right now," Same said holding up a hand, "Please do not tell me you think it's okay to have sex in a car."

"If it was a heat-of-the-moment kind of thing and they couldn't keep their hands off each other…why not?" he reasoned, "It's a turn-on. Especially if it's in the guy's car; every time he gets in his car, picture of his naked girlfriend panting and screaming his name will flash before his eyes."

Sam looked at him disgust, "You're such a guy."

"That would be one of the main reasons why you're with me," he told her with a grin.

"But it was their first time, shouldn't it have been special?"

"Sure, but sometimes the passion is just too strong that people can't contain themselves."

And then it hit him; he was sounding like such a girl. Since when did he discuss sex? To him sex was simply; you're in, you're out, you're done. One, two, three…that's it. Sure, it can be special, but back in high school if you were Tristan Dugrey, you weren't looking for special, you weren't looking for a quick, good fuck.

"So you're saying that you don't care if our first time is special?" Sam asked him hurt.

"You know I do, because if I didn't, I wouldn't have gone through with it the first time you wanted to sleep with me," he explained.

It's not that he doesn't want to have sex, because God knows he does, he just doesn't want meaningless sex anymore. He's been doing it for the past almost seven years and now he wanted something…he wanted it to mean something. He wants to be bale to wake up with a girl and smile.

He wanted to love and be loved.

He wants to be happy.

Is that too much to ask?

His train of thought was soon lost when Rory walked through the entrance of the Chinese restaurant.

He couldn't believe how beautiful she looked; dressed in a pair of baggy, grey sweatpants and a navy Yale hoodie, he thought that it couldn't be possible that she look any more beautiful that she did at that very moment.

To Sam misfortune, Tristan wasn't paying attention to her…again. As she followed his gaze, a frown quickly settle on her face as soon as she realized that his attention was on the brunette.

"Rory! Hey Rory!' Sam couldn't help herself.

Tristan had turned to look at Sam so quickly that she thought he had broken his neck.

Inwardly groaning, Rory plastered a smile on her porcelain face and began to make her way towards the booth that Sam and Tristan were occupying.

"Hi," she greeted with a small wave.

"Hi!' Same excitedly said.

"Mary," Tristan smirked, but quickly concealed it with a smile.

"What brings you here on a Friday night?" Sam asked her with a smile.

What else would you be doing in a restaurant?

"My hunger," Rory chuckled as her stomach growled if on cue.

"You better tame that thing," Tristan joked.

"I'm trying to," she replied, the smile still grazing her lips.

"Oh!" Sam exclaimed, "Tristan, baby, can you please go and order me three egg rolls to take home; you know me and my crazy late-night cravings."

He stared at her skeptically; she was up to something, but reluctantly he agreed, "Sure, be right back."

As soon as Tristan had gone to place the order, Rory decided it was too awkward for her to be standing there, so she decided her time was up, "Well it was nice seeing you again but--"

"If I were you, I'd stay away from Tristan," Sam's catty tone cut her off.

To say that Rory was shocked was an understatement, "Excuse me?"

"You heard me," Sam same looking Rory up and down.

"I know, but I can't figure out why you would waste your time telling me that," Rory replied with an attitude.

"He's mine."

"Would you like a round of applause or an award maybe?" Rory's voice was laced with sarcasm.

"Stop being a slut and leave Tristan alone."

This girl could not be serious.

"Listen up, Barbie," Rory said taking a few steps closer to where Sam was seated; close enough for the brunette to be towering over the blonde, "I never go after a guy unless he shows interest in me…even if it's just an ounce."

Sam was about to open her mouth, but closed it as soon as Rory continued, "Before you assume and make a fool of yourself, just ask yourself one question; how much do you trust Tristan?"

Giving her a few moments for her words to sink in, Rory shot Sam a glare and went to the front counter to pick-up her order; passing Tristan on the way.

"See you around Bible Boy," she smiled wickedly.

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