Chapter 3: Apparently not everyone hails to the KING

'Tomorrow.'
'Nope, you agreed to the terms of the deal; and I clearly stated that you have no say in the when, where, or force, behind my punching the piece of shit you call a boyfriend.'
'OK wait a minute, so I'm not going to know when it's going to happen?'
As they walked through the Chilton parking lot, Tristan threw his hands over his head and began clapping.
'Ladies and Gentlemen, the ladies got it! Let's give her a round of applause please!'
'Shut the hell up.'
With an automatic hand over the heart, he gasped dramatically.
'Lorelei Gilmore! Are my ears deceiving me or did you just curse? Well I never!'
Ignoring his deliberate use of the name Gilmore, a skill she had perfected over the years, Rory continued walking.
'So what exactly am I supposed to tell him Tristan? Watch your back because I gave my best friend, whose status I'm severely re-thinking at the moment, permission to hit you whenever he gets the itch?'
'Well there's that, and there's also the option of not telling him anything, letting him be surprised. I know I love surprises.'
'Yes, but you see, as you also stated, you don't want him hitting you back; correct?'
'Yearbook pictures coming up, Mom says I get a new car if this one doesn't include the black eye to match my uniform.'
'So obviously it would be appreciated?'
'Oh, greatly.'

'And thinking that if one day you decide to walk up to Cooper and punch him, him being without the knowledge of our demented agreement, that he won't punch you back, repeatedly?'
'Good point. Tell him.'
'Tell who what?'
An arm flew over Rory's shoulders. She looked up into the blue eye's of her Australian friend, smiled, then removed his arm.
'No Love, Love.'
'You know he doesn't like it when you guys put your arms around me in public. He thinks your trying to make him look stupid.'
'Dear girl, neither I, nor any other male, has the power to make him look any more ignorent then he already does.'
'Here, Here!'
'Oh you be quiet.'
'And honestly now Love, if putting my arm around you gets the block all heated up, then it's best we don't let him in on what I do to you in private.'
He growled and made a biting motion at her. Rory laughed while Tristin abruptly stopped and faced Finn, no amusement on his face at all. Shaking his head Finn walked over and patted him on the shoulder.
'I'm getting you a sense of humor for Christmas mate.'
'Just got a new one last week.'
'Oh well did you save your receipt? Because it's apparently broke!'
'It's in perfect working condition that just wasn't funny.'
'She laughed!'
'That's because Rory refuses to let you know that your not funny, fearing that she'll hurt your delicate feelings.'
'Is that true love?'
'Oh Finny of course it isn't. You're hilarious. Tristan's just jealous because he's not. Now I have to go find Madeline, and see if she got the work I asked for.'
Waving she walked off, leaving the boys to themselves.
'That wasn't funny Finn.'
'Jeez mate I'm sorry, I thought you knew I was joking.'
'I do, it's just that she's not ... just don't talk to her like that ok? She deserves more respect.'

Finn watched him for a second, then all humor gone, he stood at alert.
'What happened?'

'Nothing. Coopers just being a prick as usual.'
'God I hate that guy. Why is she with him?'
'If I knew the answer to that, I'd stop asking myself every damn day. She deserves better then him, but what can we do, right?'
They started walking up the stairs of the front entrance when the double doors flew open and a brunette girl crashed into Tristan. Catching his balance, he instantly went for the girl who was about to eat payment. After a quick sigh of relief, the girl stood up straight, and raked her hair back with her fingers.
'Thanks. Sorry about that.'
Tristan gave her his trademark smirk and stepped up a step, invading her personal space.
'Not a problem. You can fall into my arms, or bed, any time you'd like. Perhaps tonight?'
Finn tilted his head to the left, fascinated by the look of disgust that came over her face.
'Ewe. Does that line of crap ever actually work?'
Smiling widely Finn pushed Tristan over, and took his place.
'It usually does Love. I believe your the first girl at this school - hell your the first girl in Hartford, to manage to deflate our dear Tristan's ego.'
'She did not deflate my ego. I don't have an ego!'
Neither acknowledged his presence. Finn stuck his hand out and shook her hand, in such a way you would shake somebody's hand while congratulating them on just saving the world.
'You fascinate me. Rory will want to meet you at once.'
'Finn!'

Tristan shouted as his friend got a wicked gleam in his eyes.
'Come Love. OH they'll just love you. Paris will want to paint your hair and braid your nails.'
'I'm sorry?'
Finn pulled her by the hand, back into the school, ignoring Tristan's complaints from behind them.
'Wait did you say Paris as in Geller?'
The girl stopped abruptly.
'Oh you know of her? She's a gem isn't she?'
'Yea she's a stone alright. You can't take me to Paris.'
'Well why not?'
'Because ... you just - can't ok?'
She had a worried, almost frightened look on her face. Feeling sorry for the girl, he dropped her hand.
'Alright Love. Wait but what about Rory? She'll have my head if she doesn't meet you.'
Laughing and shaking her head simultaneously, she shifted her backpack on her shoulder.
'Who's Rory? And why was my turning your friend down such a big deal?'
'Rory is Tristan's Best Friend. She's the only girl, aside from Paris, and yourself of course, to not fall for the boy's good looks and charm. Not to mention his wallet.'
'Oh so you think we'll bond on an intellectual level?'
Finn laughed, and being the red blooded teen male that he was, he looked her up and down. Then with an inquisitive look on his face, he returned his eye's to her blushing, smiling face.
'You don't go here.'
'What?'
'Your uniform, it's not a Chilton uniform.'
She shifted again.
'What did you say your name was Love?'
She smiled again and began to walk backwards.
'Bye Finn.'
Then laughing she turned and jogged out through the double doors. Finn sighed and put his hand over his heart. Completely oblivious to the world around him he didn't notice the person beside him until he went stumbling forward. Looking back he found Paris and Rory standing there, staring questioningly at him. He knew who had pushed him.
'Well hello Paris. Forget to take your Prozac today?'
"Yea, your mom called in a panic last night, she apparently ran out, so I gave her my last one.'

'Funny gem.'
'Finny, what's with the weird look you had when we walked up?'
'Oh Rory she was magnificent! You should have seen her. The way she moved, the way she spoke. The manner in which she turned Tristan down, flat.'
'Finn what are you talking about? Or rather, who are you talking about?'
'I don't know. But you should have seen her Love she was a vision.'
Paris rolled her eyes in disgust.
'You don't know who you're talking about?'
Instantly he began to relive the story to them. Accidentally leaving out the part where his mystery girl knew Paris. By the time he was done, both girls were left speechless.

Paris was the first to speak. Of course though, when she did, she asked the least relevant question of all.
'You told her I would braid her nails and paint her hair?'
Thinking about it, Finn suddenly understood the curious look on the girls face when he had said it. Rory was completely quiet, until suddenly she began to laugh uncontrollably.
'Where's Tristan?'
Paris tilted her head in the direction they had come from.

'He's probably with Sean in the Library. They have a free period.'
Rory took off at a quick run, in the direction of the library. It broke the #2 rule in 'The Lorelei's Rule Book.' But #6 in the exceptions pamphlet, she and her mom had taped to the book when she was in the third grade stated that, The only time in which Rule #2 can be broken is when, either they are giving away free Coffee, Money, Clothes, or CD's. Or if there is a dyer need to get to Tristan. Although she would have to check the teasing criteria when she got home, she was pretty sure her mother would let her slide on this one. As soon as she reached the library she slowed to a quick stride. When she entered, she spotted them sitting in a corner playing cards and laughing quietly. Almost as instantly she noticed Cooper, sitting a few tables away from them. Both boy's looked up at the same time and smiled at her. Not knowing what to do, she quickly turned and walked out.
Cooper looked back at Tristan and glared at him, Tristan's eye's turned an icy blue as he stared back at the jack-ass sitting a few feet away. Noticing Tristan's lack of interest in the game, Sean turned to look at what had caught his friend's attention, expecting to find a girl standing there. When he saw Cooper he sighed and stood up, sitting on the table beside his friend.
'What's going on Tris?'
'Just don't like the guy.'
'You hate the guy.'
Cooper had looked away, one of his friends pulling him back into the conversation. Tristan's eyes remained trained on him.
'He's a dick man, what can I say?'
'Yea, but you've never liked him.'
Irritated he looked accusingly at Sean.
'Neither have you, or anyone else for that matter. Why is my not liking him such a big deal?'

'We gave the guy a chance before we chose to not like him. You never even entertained the idea.'
'Why are you defending him?'
'I'm not. I'm just stating a fact. Nobody likes Cooper, or wants him with Rory. Plain and simple. But you HATE the guy. You can see it in your eye's man.'
Tristan sat quietly. Honestly he never did give the guy a chance, but he knew what kind of person he was, he told Rory and she didn't listen. Now here she was getting hurt, just like he had told her would happen.
Knowing that if Rory found out what he was about to do, she would most likely never trust him again, he sighed and did it anyway.
'Do you want to know why Rory and I weren't here today?'