Sexy School
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G through L › Gilmore Girls
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
13,172
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own The Gilmore Girls, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 1
Chapter 1
AN: I know I promised that I'd write this today but I don't have enough time because I wanted to watch a movie then all my shows aka GG and One Tree Hill. I've written half of it so I hope you like it. Just so you know Rory's in Grade 11, so's Tristan and he never left. The whole thing with Duncan and Bowman never happened and he barely knows them. Ooo and Paris was suddenly killed the year before in a tragic car crash. (Can you tell I really hate Paris, she really needs to relax.) Chilton now allows it's students to wear normal clothes not the uniforms. Rory sounds a little out of character but it's because she hung out with Jess a lot. They never became more than friends. Oh and the best part about this fic is DEAN DOESN"T EXIST well he does exist but he stayed in Chicago and he's never in this fic.
Oh and the french in this fic is correct because I'm Canadian and they make us take French. I've been taking it since Grade 4 (I think.) up to now. I used to love it but now it sucks. My french is now horrible so I'm going to have the class work on basic french. My parents made me take it so I can vent about it through Rory in this fic....I guess. Oh and while I wrote this fic I listened to Evanescence's Fallen cd. I love it so much it hasn't left my cd player since Christmas when my dad gave it to me.
Oh and I really need a beta eventhough I'm really good at grammar and all. I screw up a lot lately so I need a beta. If you're interested email me.
AN2: Jan 29, 2004 Yum my hands smell like cotton candy from my hand lotion. Anyway just so you know this story was originally going to be only two parts. Now it's going to be a few long chapters cause I know from experience that short chapters of fanfic are the worst (no offence but I like long chapters in books and fanfics.). So now I'll reformat all of this. Oh and I burnt a mixed cd that's keeping me sane while I reformat. It has The Sounds - Livin' in America, the Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Maps and a whole bunch of other good songs by The White Stripes and other really good bands.
Disclaimer: I own cool techie stuff (including my flat screen computer, which I love sooo much cause there's no glare like normal screens.)but I don't own GG. Only Chad (not Chad my guy friend CMM, I knew you knew that but oh well.). He's currently tied up in my room. Hehe. Naked. *giggle* Just joking but I wish I had a cute boyfriend that would be a sweetie like he is (well on tv and movies anyway).
Without further ado on to the fan fic....
~*~*~Chilton~*~*~ Morning
Rory opens her locker and groans after checking her schedual. She has her hard day today. That means she has to survive Math, Biology, French and Accounting. She had to take one business class along with a science class this year. It sucked. That's not even the worst part, Tristan was in every class that she had that day. He tormented her to the brink of her sanity.
This day cannot get any worse.
It can.
She groans and slams her locker shut when she sees him walking towards her.
"Hey Rory."
"Hello Tristan. You should have said 'Hello Clarece.' it would've been less freaky."
He leans closer to her and whispers, "Yeah but then I'd have to live on human flesh." As he says this he's moved so that their bodies are flush against each other.
"You know this is perverse. But speaking of living on human flesh you already do when you fuck your flavor of the days in the backseat of your BMW." Says Rory trying not to be affected by Tristan pressing against her. Let's just say she could feel how much he liked her. Oh god. If he presses against me again I'm attacking him.
"Rory, naughty girl saying bad words. I could make you say more if you come to my house, preferably my bedroom."
Rory snorts, "Fat chance of that happening."
"And just so you know I don't fuck them in the backseat of my BMW, I have some decency. Oh and Ror I haven't 'fucked' anyone for six months. Just so you know."
She didn't notice that. "Why? I thought that's what you do normally." She asked.
"I used to be normal for me but not anymore. I like someone else."
She finally stops being oblivious and he presses against her again nearly making her have sex with him in the hall at the start of the school day.
He nips her ear causing Rory to moan a little. "Bastard. Stop playing with me." He smirks knowing she likes it.
"Don't even think about twisting my words."
"I wasn't even thinking of doing that." He smirks, hoping she catches on.
Her eyes widen and her mouth gapes. "You have made and art form of turning anything I say into an inneudo."
"Thanks."
"Trust me it wasn't a complement."
The bell rings and Rory groans. Math first than French.
Tristan is still pressed against her but not as much as before. He smells good. Nod Rod Rory don't think about him like that.
"Tristan we're going to be late for homeroom, so get off me."
He quirks an eyebrow.
"No." She looks like she's going to hit him.
He moves away a little than gently kisses the side of her neck.
He grins after pulling away and walking to homeform which was also Rory's homeform. His family bribed the extremely corrupt teachers and the headmaster so that he could date Rory and marry her so that he could have a trophy wife that would be good for their law firm. Rory's grandparents and his grandparents were planning a merger of their two huge law firms. He knew they'd never tell Rory about it until they told her she must marry him. He liked Rory a lot but he wasn't sure if she was the One, his lobster. He'll never admit it but his last serious girlfriend loved Never Been Kissed and made him watch it so many times he knew all the words by heart. The part where Drew Barrymore talks about the whole lobster thing really stuck with him.
Meanwhile...
Rory reopens her locker and grabs her books for math. Then she runs to homeform hoping she's not late. She's not, the final bell just rings when she sits down.
Her desk is in front of Tristan's near the back of the classroom.
"I like your hair Ror. It's sophisticated yet sexy."
Rory had her hair cut like it is now on the show but she has chunky streaks of copper in it too. She's wearing a boatneck top so her shoulders are partially exposed.
Tristan leans over his desk and rubs her naked skin. "Give up, Rory. It'll feel good. I happen to be very good at what I do."
"Why would I even think of having sex with you?" She whispers hoping the teacher doesn't hear her. This is a total lie because the only person she would like to have sex with is him, even in her sex dreams it's always him.
"Because I see the way you react to my touch, the way you nearly moaned when I nipped at your ear, and the way your eyes darken with desire every time you see me." He said in a seductive voice.
Rory bites her lip and closes her eyes.
"The way just the sound of my voice turns you on...."
Rory shifts in her seat obviously turned on by this. Rory get a handle on this. You do not want to jump him right now. That'd be gross in front of like 29 people. Ooo hope to get locked in the school after everybody leaves. Ooo good idea. He'll never know what hit him.
The bell finally rings and everybody leaves for their first class.
Rory still obviously aroused grabs her books and walks towards the door.
Tristan smiles at the effect that he had on her. "You know Rory I could take care of you if you want." Inneudo lacing his words.
Her body throbs a little wanting to grab him and have her way with him on her desk. He'd love that. But wait till later.
"Oh I bet you could...." She decides to have a little fun with him. "...in the back of your car....Me raking my nails down your back gasping your name as I come ....Tristan....Tristan..."
Tristan looks at Rory in disbelief. How could she be so suggestive when she was normally so innocent.
She knows what he's thinking and smiles. "Hey I'm not as innocent as you think, I've thought about sex."
She leaves the classroom and beams. She's beating Tristan 'the Player' Dugrey at his own game and she was definitely going to try and surprize him that night. She smirks at this. She continues walking to math and goes into the class room where she also sits in the back but with Tristan sitting beside her.
He finally comes into class. She wonders what he was doing. Then she relizes she turns him on as much as he turns her on. It was pretty easy to notice him being a guy and all. Insert evil laughter here, thought Rory.
Noticing where Rory was glancing didn't help. Tristan actually blushed because this sort of thing wasn't suppose to happen in school. He quickly sat in his seat. Rory smiles at him.
~*~*~*~An hour later*~*~*~
"You know I could take care of you, if you want." She says breaking the silence.
Tristan looks like he's going to pass out because while Rory's talking to him her hand brushes over his muscular thigh and it moves closer to it's destination. This is making Tristan harder than he was before. If she touches me any more I'm going to snap and take her right here in front of the whole class. "Ror..." He whispers his voice becoming hoarse. "Please stop."
"Nope."
"Well than can you skip French? So we can continue this in my car."
She smirks. It's all going as planned. Pretending to be reluctant she slowly says, "Ok."
Tristan smiles but not for long. "Ror...umm...can you stop touching my leg."
"Ok."
AN: I know I promised that I'd write this today but I don't have enough time because I wanted to watch a movie then all my shows aka GG and One Tree Hill. I've written half of it so I hope you like it. Just so you know Rory's in Grade 11, so's Tristan and he never left. The whole thing with Duncan and Bowman never happened and he barely knows them. Ooo and Paris was suddenly killed the year before in a tragic car crash. (Can you tell I really hate Paris, she really needs to relax.) Chilton now allows it's students to wear normal clothes not the uniforms. Rory sounds a little out of character but it's because she hung out with Jess a lot. They never became more than friends. Oh and the best part about this fic is DEAN DOESN"T EXIST well he does exist but he stayed in Chicago and he's never in this fic.
Oh and the french in this fic is correct because I'm Canadian and they make us take French. I've been taking it since Grade 4 (I think.) up to now. I used to love it but now it sucks. My french is now horrible so I'm going to have the class work on basic french. My parents made me take it so I can vent about it through Rory in this fic....I guess. Oh and while I wrote this fic I listened to Evanescence's Fallen cd. I love it so much it hasn't left my cd player since Christmas when my dad gave it to me.
Oh and I really need a beta eventhough I'm really good at grammar and all. I screw up a lot lately so I need a beta. If you're interested email me.
AN2: Jan 29, 2004 Yum my hands smell like cotton candy from my hand lotion. Anyway just so you know this story was originally going to be only two parts. Now it's going to be a few long chapters cause I know from experience that short chapters of fanfic are the worst (no offence but I like long chapters in books and fanfics.). So now I'll reformat all of this. Oh and I burnt a mixed cd that's keeping me sane while I reformat. It has The Sounds - Livin' in America, the Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Maps and a whole bunch of other good songs by The White Stripes and other really good bands.
Disclaimer: I own cool techie stuff (including my flat screen computer, which I love sooo much cause there's no glare like normal screens.)but I don't own GG. Only Chad (not Chad my guy friend CMM, I knew you knew that but oh well.). He's currently tied up in my room. Hehe. Naked. *giggle* Just joking but I wish I had a cute boyfriend that would be a sweetie like he is (well on tv and movies anyway).
Without further ado on to the fan fic....
~*~*~Chilton~*~*~ Morning
Rory opens her locker and groans after checking her schedual. She has her hard day today. That means she has to survive Math, Biology, French and Accounting. She had to take one business class along with a science class this year. It sucked. That's not even the worst part, Tristan was in every class that she had that day. He tormented her to the brink of her sanity.
This day cannot get any worse.
It can.
She groans and slams her locker shut when she sees him walking towards her.
"Hey Rory."
"Hello Tristan. You should have said 'Hello Clarece.' it would've been less freaky."
He leans closer to her and whispers, "Yeah but then I'd have to live on human flesh." As he says this he's moved so that their bodies are flush against each other.
"You know this is perverse. But speaking of living on human flesh you already do when you fuck your flavor of the days in the backseat of your BMW." Says Rory trying not to be affected by Tristan pressing against her. Let's just say she could feel how much he liked her. Oh god. If he presses against me again I'm attacking him.
"Rory, naughty girl saying bad words. I could make you say more if you come to my house, preferably my bedroom."
Rory snorts, "Fat chance of that happening."
"And just so you know I don't fuck them in the backseat of my BMW, I have some decency. Oh and Ror I haven't 'fucked' anyone for six months. Just so you know."
She didn't notice that. "Why? I thought that's what you do normally." She asked.
"I used to be normal for me but not anymore. I like someone else."
She finally stops being oblivious and he presses against her again nearly making her have sex with him in the hall at the start of the school day.
He nips her ear causing Rory to moan a little. "Bastard. Stop playing with me." He smirks knowing she likes it.
"Don't even think about twisting my words."
"I wasn't even thinking of doing that." He smirks, hoping she catches on.
Her eyes widen and her mouth gapes. "You have made and art form of turning anything I say into an inneudo."
"Thanks."
"Trust me it wasn't a complement."
The bell rings and Rory groans. Math first than French.
Tristan is still pressed against her but not as much as before. He smells good. Nod Rod Rory don't think about him like that.
"Tristan we're going to be late for homeroom, so get off me."
He quirks an eyebrow.
"No." She looks like she's going to hit him.
He moves away a little than gently kisses the side of her neck.
He grins after pulling away and walking to homeform which was also Rory's homeform. His family bribed the extremely corrupt teachers and the headmaster so that he could date Rory and marry her so that he could have a trophy wife that would be good for their law firm. Rory's grandparents and his grandparents were planning a merger of their two huge law firms. He knew they'd never tell Rory about it until they told her she must marry him. He liked Rory a lot but he wasn't sure if she was the One, his lobster. He'll never admit it but his last serious girlfriend loved Never Been Kissed and made him watch it so many times he knew all the words by heart. The part where Drew Barrymore talks about the whole lobster thing really stuck with him.
Meanwhile...
Rory reopens her locker and grabs her books for math. Then she runs to homeform hoping she's not late. She's not, the final bell just rings when she sits down.
Her desk is in front of Tristan's near the back of the classroom.
"I like your hair Ror. It's sophisticated yet sexy."
Rory had her hair cut like it is now on the show but she has chunky streaks of copper in it too. She's wearing a boatneck top so her shoulders are partially exposed.
Tristan leans over his desk and rubs her naked skin. "Give up, Rory. It'll feel good. I happen to be very good at what I do."
"Why would I even think of having sex with you?" She whispers hoping the teacher doesn't hear her. This is a total lie because the only person she would like to have sex with is him, even in her sex dreams it's always him.
"Because I see the way you react to my touch, the way you nearly moaned when I nipped at your ear, and the way your eyes darken with desire every time you see me." He said in a seductive voice.
Rory bites her lip and closes her eyes.
"The way just the sound of my voice turns you on...."
Rory shifts in her seat obviously turned on by this. Rory get a handle on this. You do not want to jump him right now. That'd be gross in front of like 29 people. Ooo hope to get locked in the school after everybody leaves. Ooo good idea. He'll never know what hit him.
The bell finally rings and everybody leaves for their first class.
Rory still obviously aroused grabs her books and walks towards the door.
Tristan smiles at the effect that he had on her. "You know Rory I could take care of you if you want." Inneudo lacing his words.
Her body throbs a little wanting to grab him and have her way with him on her desk. He'd love that. But wait till later.
"Oh I bet you could...." She decides to have a little fun with him. "...in the back of your car....Me raking my nails down your back gasping your name as I come ....Tristan....Tristan..."
Tristan looks at Rory in disbelief. How could she be so suggestive when she was normally so innocent.
She knows what he's thinking and smiles. "Hey I'm not as innocent as you think, I've thought about sex."
She leaves the classroom and beams. She's beating Tristan 'the Player' Dugrey at his own game and she was definitely going to try and surprize him that night. She smirks at this. She continues walking to math and goes into the class room where she also sits in the back but with Tristan sitting beside her.
He finally comes into class. She wonders what he was doing. Then she relizes she turns him on as much as he turns her on. It was pretty easy to notice him being a guy and all. Insert evil laughter here, thought Rory.
Noticing where Rory was glancing didn't help. Tristan actually blushed because this sort of thing wasn't suppose to happen in school. He quickly sat in his seat. Rory smiles at him.
~*~*~*~An hour later*~*~*~
"You know I could take care of you, if you want." She says breaking the silence.
Tristan looks like he's going to pass out because while Rory's talking to him her hand brushes over his muscular thigh and it moves closer to it's destination. This is making Tristan harder than he was before. If she touches me any more I'm going to snap and take her right here in front of the whole class. "Ror..." He whispers his voice becoming hoarse. "Please stop."
"Nope."
"Well than can you skip French? So we can continue this in my car."
She smirks. It's all going as planned. Pretending to be reluctant she slowly says, "Ok."
Tristan smiles but not for long. "Ror...umm...can you stop touching my leg."
"Ok."