**Part 2**

"pst… pst…"

Rory looked up from her paper to see what the person in front of her wanted. The boy, whom Rory had not had the pleasure of meeting yet pretended to rest his head on his hand as he held a folded piece of paper to her. Rory looked around to make sure nobody was watching her before she palmed the note, when nobody around was looking she opened the note,

-I got 7.42 for question 9. What did you get, Mary?

Rory looked up annoyed to see Tristan flashing her a sexy smug smile. Rory looked around to make sure the teacher was still lost behind the sports section of the paper before furiously scribbling,

-We are in ENGLISH CLASS Tristan… Essay questions?!

It wasn't long before another note came her way

-Thank you, I knew I could count on you. Thanks for the peep show by the way, Mary.

Rory looked up at slamming her legs together; she was wearing her leggings, but still… Tristan's eyes were full of laughter. Rory wasn't so amused.

-Don't call me Mary

-If the name fits… Mary.

-I am not a Mary

-Mary please… who are you kidding?

-I am not a Mary!

-Prove it then.

"What?!" Rory said out loud surprising herself. A couple of her classmates hushed her.

"Silence" The teacher called from behind his paper but did not look up. Tristan allowed himself a chuckle before taking out another sheet of paper.

-Prove that you are not a Mary, Mary. Do something naughty. The books on your desk… drop them on the floor… Make Professor McKenzie jump.

Tristan folded the paper before casually passing it to a very irritated Paris who snatched it angrily away from him and slammed it down on Madeline's desk.

"You're so lucky!" Madeline whispered to Rory handing her the note. Rory opened it hastily then looked up meeting Tristan's eyes,

"No way!" she mouthed at him smoothing down the paper so she could write a scathing response but noticed Tristan's lips were moving. His eyes sparkled; his message was easy to read,

"I dare you…"

"You're crazy!" Rory whispered a little loudly.

"Shhh!" Paris scolded her, jealousy oozing out of every pore. Tristan shrugged his shoulders holding up his hands,

"fine…"

Tristan turned forward to see the teacher then turned back to Rory making sign-language letters at her. Rory did not know sign-language, but she didn't have to know to understand the letters he was signing to her,

"M – A – R – Y"

Rory clenched her jaw feeling her blood boil. She wanted nothing more than to wipe that iridescent, smug smile from his face. She also wanted to punch Paris's condescending look away from her, but Tristan came first. Rory looked up at the teacher and then looked around to make nobody was looking her way. Feeling cold, nervous, and excited at the same time she slowly nudged her books to the edge of her desk. Rory looked around one more time for safe measure and focused on the back of Tristan's head as she gave the stack of books a final bump that sent them off the desk. As if in slow motion, the books tumbled down, the first book to hit the floor, a large fat textbook, slammed flat on the tile floor in a thunderous roar that made every student jump and shriek in their seats and caused Professor McKenzie to holler "What the fuck?!" as he nearly fell off his chair. The other books that followed fell on top of the first and scattered out all over the floor. When the ruckus quieted down, all eyes were on her.

"Ms. Gilmore. What part of all books away at the beginning of class did you fail to understand?" McKenzie snarled.

"Umm… I'm sorry professor Mc-"

"That will be a twenty point deduction off your score. I hope for your sake that your paper is in top form Ms. Gilmore… a failing grade is not a good way to start your education here."

From the corner of her eye, Rory could tell that Paris was grinning like an idiot.

"Shut up!" Rory hissed at her as she retrieved her books from the floor. She was fairly certain the teacher would not hear.

"…and that will be a detention after school Ms. Gilmore, you will write a thousand word essay on first impressions for me; splendid way to make yours by the way… splendid."

"Sorry" Rory gritted forcing herself to settle down.

Stupid Tristan

Rory put her books under her desk. Four books, she was missing one. She looked around but did not see it. Then, instinctively she looked towards the front of the class where Tristan smiled at her, book in hand.

**End of Part 2**

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