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Category:
G through L › Gilmore Girls
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
7,574
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
Locker
**Rory’s POV**
I was walking down the hallway. Looking for my br... for Tristan.
I hadn’t spoken to him since I moved out. It was weird, living in a house that hadn’t been mine for the past 18 years. Having to get to know two people who I was related to.
I liked my mom though. A lot of weird things I did she did too. Like the coffee... my parents, I mean, Jake and Jeanette always took tea. Guess I inherited the craving for coffee from my mom.
In the morning we always went to Luke’s, a diner not far from our house.
But I was talking about school. As I said, I was walking down the hallway, looking for Tristan. It had been a week, and he hadn’t called me, and I hadn’t seen him at school either. I didn’t know if he was ill, or that he had just been avoiding me. I wanted to ask his friends, but they all seemed to dissapear whenever I tried to approach them.
“Rory”
I turned around and found Paris standing in front of me.
She started rambling, but I didn’t really pay attention. The only words that I really picked up were
“Tristan”
“new girlfriend”
and how much it hurt her.
I knew she still had a thing for him. Wait... did she just say Tristan had a new girlfriend?! I don’t quite remember how I reacted to Paris. The only thing I was thinking about that I needed to get away from there. To anywhere...
Tears were stinging in my eyes, but somehow I managed to find the way to my locker. But my locker was blocked. By Tristan and his new girlfriend.
They were making out in front of my locker. At first I thought it was because I kissed Dean in front of his locker, but then I got a good look at the girl.
She was beautiful. Not the trashy kind of beautiful Tristan was usually attracted to, but the angelic kind of beautiful. Her hair was brown, her eyes piercing blue.
I coughed, and hoped they would move. I didn’t want to ask him to leave. That was so degrading. I didn’t want him to know just how bad I felt cause of that kiss. But they didn’t move. So I went up to my locker and coughed again.
“Got a cold Rory?”
I don’t think I’ve ever heard his voice sound so cond dnd distant. He didn’t even stop touching the girl. His hands were going up and down her body the way they did that night in my bed. NO. Don’t think about that now. Try to stay calm. I shook my head.
“You’re making out in front of my locker. I need my books”
My voice sounded shaky. For a second he looked at me, his eyes warm and filled with guilt. But then they turned cold as ice again.
“I remember you making out in front of my locker not so long ago...”
His voice sounded accusatory. And he was right. I had been.
“but I don’t care”
he continued
“you can make out with him all you want”
I fought the tears that were trying to appear in my eyes. I knew what he meant. I had lost the one chance we had of being together by leaving. Without saying another word I turned around and dissapeared.
I was walking down the hallway. Looking for my br... for Tristan.
I hadn’t spoken to him since I moved out. It was weird, living in a house that hadn’t been mine for the past 18 years. Having to get to know two people who I was related to.
I liked my mom though. A lot of weird things I did she did too. Like the coffee... my parents, I mean, Jake and Jeanette always took tea. Guess I inherited the craving for coffee from my mom.
In the morning we always went to Luke’s, a diner not far from our house.
But I was talking about school. As I said, I was walking down the hallway, looking for Tristan. It had been a week, and he hadn’t called me, and I hadn’t seen him at school either. I didn’t know if he was ill, or that he had just been avoiding me. I wanted to ask his friends, but they all seemed to dissapear whenever I tried to approach them.
“Rory”
I turned around and found Paris standing in front of me.
She started rambling, but I didn’t really pay attention. The only words that I really picked up were
“Tristan”
“new girlfriend”
and how much it hurt her.
I knew she still had a thing for him. Wait... did she just say Tristan had a new girlfriend?! I don’t quite remember how I reacted to Paris. The only thing I was thinking about that I needed to get away from there. To anywhere...
Tears were stinging in my eyes, but somehow I managed to find the way to my locker. But my locker was blocked. By Tristan and his new girlfriend.
They were making out in front of my locker. At first I thought it was because I kissed Dean in front of his locker, but then I got a good look at the girl.
She was beautiful. Not the trashy kind of beautiful Tristan was usually attracted to, but the angelic kind of beautiful. Her hair was brown, her eyes piercing blue.
I coughed, and hoped they would move. I didn’t want to ask him to leave. That was so degrading. I didn’t want him to know just how bad I felt cause of that kiss. But they didn’t move. So I went up to my locker and coughed again.
“Got a cold Rory?”
I don’t think I’ve ever heard his voice sound so cond dnd distant. He didn’t even stop touching the girl. His hands were going up and down her body the way they did that night in my bed. NO. Don’t think about that now. Try to stay calm. I shook my head.
“You’re making out in front of my locker. I need my books”
My voice sounded shaky. For a second he looked at me, his eyes warm and filled with guilt. But then they turned cold as ice again.
“I remember you making out in front of my locker not so long ago...”
His voice sounded accusatory. And he was right. I had been.
“but I don’t care”
he continued
“you can make out with him all you want”
I fought the tears that were trying to appear in my eyes. I knew what he meant. I had lost the one chance we had of being together by leaving. Without saying another word I turned around and dissapeared.