**Part 5**
Rory couldn't believe that she had done that! Her heart was racing and a warm wave whooshed throughout her body. It felt nice. No, it felt wonderful! That had been a stupid thing to do… she could have gotten in a lot of trouble had she been caught… but she hadn't. She had gotten away with it, and the adrenaline rush was incredible! Her body felt alive, her extremities tingled in a way that made her blush.
The rest of the school day was a daze. She couldn't concentrate; Mr. Medina had to call her name twice in class to get her attention. She had blushed hard the last time as all eyes fell on her, but it really didn't matter. She was proud of pulling off that little stunt. If people knew it had been her… Well, nobody would be able to call her "Mary" anymore then could they?
"Ms. Gilmore!"
Rory snapped out of her reverie.
"Sorry" Rory mumbled sitting up straight on her chair, but her mind was already wondering again…
The next day Rory continued to relive the event in her mind as she made it to school; there was a big crowd at the entrance.
Something was going down.
"What's going on?" Rory cautiously asked towards the group of girls nearest her, Madeline and Louise. It was Paris though, not far from them who spoke up first,
"Some imbecile decided it'd be cute to greet the student body wearing nothing but a paper bag over his head."
"He was naked?" Rory raised her eyebrows clueless.
"No…" Madeline pouted, "He was wearing boxers… and I think he was saluting the flag when he got picked up"
Rory's stomach fell.
"No!"
"Dumbass" Paris sneered
"I think it was Tristan…" Louise drawled lazily
"Tristan. Be serious" Paris berated
"I am serious…" Louise lowered her eyelids for emphasis, "I think I recognized something…"
"Really…?" Madeline's lips curled mischievously
"You two are worthless, you know that?" Paris admonished
"What happened to Tri… the guy?" Rory asked softly
"Charleston's office. Poor shmuck is probably looking at an expulsion for this. As if we needed another society comeback in a couple of years"
"How are the Jameson twins?" Madeline asked
"I heard the rehab center they were crashing in Manhattan kicked them out for dealing during group therapy" Louise started, "Supposedly…"
Rory walked away then feeling like the gum currently stuck under her shoe. Worse even, the dirt that was stuck on the gum stuck under her shoe. That is what she felt as, gum dirt.
It had been Tristan of course; something the entire school body learned when he failed to show for his classes two days in a row. By the third the whole school was buzzing eagerly anticipating the return of their new hero. On the fourth, Tristan gave them just that, a hero's return at the completion of his short suspension. He was on his way to becoming bigger than any of the other Dugrays that had walked the halls of Chilton.
"What do you want to be?" Rory asked him one day in the library as he carelessly shuffled the cards of the library index.
"Wha?" Tristan raised his brow at her nonchalantly
"When you leave here; you could have gotten into a lot of trouble for what you did!"
"You dared." He flashed Rory a smile.
"Yes but… I never thought you'd do it! Surely you won't be a… What do you want to be when and if you graduate from here?"
"I thought that was obvious…" another smile. Her chest tightened.
"Enlighten me"
"A tyrant"
"Huh?"
Tristan stuffed the cards back in the little wooden drawer and pushed it shut before turning his body to face Rory who blushed and took a step back. She hadn't realized she had been standing so close to him. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, it was making her dizzy.
"Dugrays have always been known for leaving their mark in the world… Dugray men specially are expected to do so, big marks.
Rory unconsciously held her breath, the words coming out of his mouth tickled her insides… when he said "marks" she could feel the period that ended that sentence where no one should feel a punctuation mark… but he wasn't done speaking…
"…to leave the biggest marks of them all… Everywhere I go."
Rory swallowed feeling hot and overdressed. She breathed from her mouth convinced that her nose couldn't supply the amount of air she needed just then.
"Rory…"
Tristan saying her name made her shiver.
"Yeah…?" Rory bit her lip.
"The book?"
Rory met his eyes and took another step back. The book had been her prize for her moment of courage; it had become the symbol of her spontaneity and a secret badge of her determination. She didn't want to give it up.
"What's my next dare?"
Tristan smiled lustfully, it took Rory's breath away.
"You know… I haven't been able to take the image of you showing the entire world your rear end out of my mind… It was very unfair of you not to have waited for me…"
"Tough" Rory frowned not liking where this was going.
"Well yeah" Tristan stepped away from the index catalog easily breaking into stride. Rory caught by surprise had to hustle to catch up with him, "Imagination is a powerful thing… frankly, I don't think you could do what I see here justice…"
Rory pursed her lips as he stifled a laugh touching his forehead. She almost opened her mouth but was able to recognize the out when it was given to her. She came close to breathing a sigh of relief when his next words spilled out of his mouth,
"I want you to flash me…"
"Excuse me?" Rory's face felt hot.
"Here" Tristan explained casually, "for no less than ten seconds..."
"I… I have a boyfriend" Rory blurted
"Then we better not delay this… you never know when he may get the impulse to take the bus ride over and come barging in here ranting!" Tristan emphasized his diatribe by extending his arms, which got them more attention than Rory wanted at that moment.
"Shut up!" she pushed him into a row of bookcases looking around for safe measure, "I can't flash you! The library's full of people!"
"Want me to empty it?" Tristan looked right through Rory at something on the wall. Rory turned around following his gaze to the fire alarm.
"You wouldn't"
"You've got your dare…" Tristan began to walk towards the wall, "I'll help you"
"No!" She grabbed him by the elbow and dragged him to a corner of the library, next to books that had not been taken out of their shelf since they have been placed there eons ago. Rory's face felt hot and her breasts were feeling a familiar tingle. Reaching the spot she had been looking for she swung Tristan against the wall where he smiled at her bravado.
"I'm not taking off my bra" Rory breathed out resolutely. Tristan sighed heavily but leaned against wall compliantly,
"Well, I didn't make that part of the dare… so I guess I can't complain now can I?"
"Five seconds" Rory tested Tristan nervously looking around the corner.
"I'll take it…" Tristan shrugged his shoulders, then scrunched his nose playfully, "but the dare's for ten"
Rory shot him an angry look; she swallowed feeling a warm familiar feeling travel up her body as she pulled her shirt out of her skirt. Her legs felt hot, tingly, she wished she hadn't been wearing her leggings… she felt all clammy and squirmy in them all of a sudden. She felt numb, her fingers in paticular, so she had to concentrate on each button that she had to undo. The first one was easy… the next one exposed her bellybutton and was much harder to undo. Tristan inhaled sharply at the sight of her pale soft skin, the next button undone showed him that while Rory wasn't doing crunches every night… her stomach was still flat and toned enough to make his mouth water.
Rory's fingers trembled a little with the next button and she had to fight with herself to go through with it. She could feel Tristan's gaze on her burning her image into his memory… she loved the way that felt. She wished she had been wearing a padded bra so that her arousal wouldn't be so evident… but then again she hadn't been expecting to be standing in front of Tristan holding the sides of her shirt closed as she breathed calming breaths, steadying herself for the last two buttons.
Tristan licked his lips and held his breath as Rory's lavender-colored bra came into sight. He could see the apprehension in her posture as she steeled herself to go through with it. He clenched his jaw fighting the urge to go up to her and help her but… He wanted her to do it. He wanted her to go through the motions of undressing for him… The feeling was intense; his stomach felt empty, his boxer briefs tight around his thighs.
"Rory…" He encouraged gutturally. Rory met his eyes feeling weak-kneed and entirely too aroused. Her breasts ached, her nipples strained against the material of her bra… something Tristan would surely take notice off… She took a breath through clenched teeth and made up her mind.
It was now or never.
Rory quickly fumbled with the last two buttons and held the sides of her shirt together as the rush of having just gone through that washed over her. When the feeling faded slightly, she looked up and met Tristan's darkened blue eyes,
"Ready?" Rory shot Tristan a fiery look.
Tristan nodded dry mouthed. Rory swallowed, but still felt as if she were drowning,
"Ten seconds?"
Tristan nodded again holding up his hands in loose fists. Almost shaking, Rory looked around the corner again to make sure they were still alone and opened her shirt letting it fall off her shoulders making her feel monumentally more exposed. She tightened her jaw as she tried to meet his gaze unsuccessfully… his eyes were focused lower on her body
God… It's not as if I were completely naked...
Damn, Tristan couldn't tear his gaze away; she might as well be naked…
Slowly, Tristan opened up fingers keeping count…
Two…
Three…
Rory shivered, and goose bumps appeared on her stomach and the top swells of her breasts.
Four…
Her bra was very thin, thin enough that he could trace the outline of her nipples with his eyes clearly distinguishing their slightly darker hue…
Five…
Rory gasped feeling more exposed with each passing second. Her palms felt clammy.
Six…
She gripped the sides of her shirt and almost closed the shirt around her, but stopped herself as her knuckles brushed against her stomach and she jolted herself aware again.
At the count of seven both heard footsteps approaching, Rory's eyes widened in panic, Tristan's smile turned into a full-fledged leer. He locked eyes with her to keep her from running away now that she was so close to finishing her dare.
"Tristan!" Rory begged at the count of eight. She stomped her foot in frustration but kept the sides of her shirt open. Tristan was not going to let her out of this, the warning look in his eyes told her that much.
Nine…
There was no way Tristan was going to let her off the hook. The footsteps grew louder, closer; Rory was shaking, practically trying to writhe out of her skin making her breasts bounce delightfully. She squeezed her thighs together and her pixie face contorted as if she were going to cry.
Ten…
Rory slammed her hands together closing her shirt and bolted into the nearest row of books though not before shooting Tristan a hateful look. She'd get him back for that...
"Oh! There really is someone back here!" Rory heard the soft voice of Mrs. Jackson, the librarian, "what is your name young man?"
"Dugray ma'am… Tristan D"
Rory had to smile as she struggled to put herself to rights. She couldn't imagine herself answering with the composure he held.
"Well Mr. Tristan, you almost got locked inside here by yourself! I almost never make it this far in… Is someone else here?"
Rory held her breath
"Just me… though I think I saw some kids over at the other end"
Rory stifled a laugh.
"Oh my…well you get going now, you don't want to stay here by yourself all night!"
"No ma'am…"
When the footsteps faded, Rory stepped out holding the paperback in her hand.
"Mine"
"Yours…" Tristan smiled tauntingly… Rory was pissed off, that much was obvious. Though he wasn't sure if she was mad because he had made her reach her goal in spite of interruptions… or maybe, because she had failed to reach another…
"Stay" Rory blurted firmly
"Was I going someplace?" Tristan smirked leaning in to breathe the air directly around her. Sweet, with a hint of Tabasco
"Stay here. That's my dare"
"All night" It wasn't a question, Tristan just wanted to make sure Rory understood what she was daring him into.
"All night" Rory repeated resolutely
"Okay" Tristan muttered almost under his breath…
"Tomorrow then" Rory said with the barest hints of emotion. His crystal blue eyes seemed to struggle with something, her body fought against her will to react to it.
"Rory?" Tristan said softly. Her chest tightened, she looked into his eyes expectantly. Tristan smirked,
"Nice bra"
Rory's face turned red, but not out of embarrassment. She shot him an evil look and pushed back any guilt that she may have had for her dare before she turned around and marched out the library… Jerk.
**End of Part 5**
A/N - The "tyrant" reference in the library was a tie-in to the movie this challenge refers to. In the movie "Love Me if you Dare" (Jeux d'enfants) the young girl, Sophie accuses the boy, Julien of wanting to be a tyrant over her, something she references again later in the movie. I put a spin on it ;-)
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