Chilton chapter 1

Author's note: Since i can't seperate the present and past with bold style i know it will be a little confusing but i think it will be clear after a while ...if anyone knows how to make it clearer please let me know.

The first time I, Rory Gilmore, met Tristan Dugrey was on my first day at Chilton. However it took almost a year and a break-up with Dean for me to see a glimpse of the real thing

My locker door is stuck as always and in frustration I scream and hit it.
“I hate this place”.
“Hi Mare what’s cooking?”
Unbeknownst to me Tristan has sneaked up and seen my battle with my locker and with a sign I turn around to face him.
“Rory, the name is Rory”.
“Hi honey what’s you doing?”, Summer comes up asking Tristan.
“Talking to Mary here”.
“Let me spell it out for you since your brain are all fried up from all the stupid things that comes out of your mouth, the name is Rory, R-O-R-Y.
“Are you coming Friday or what?”
“Coming where Summer?” I ask feeling the beginnings of a headache.
“My party”.
“Gee, since you asked so nicely I think I’ll Summer.

Friday came way too fast for me and after changing my mind about a hundred times I decide to go to the stupid party, but from the moment I arrive it’s clear that I’ve missed something. The room is buzzing from a recent event, which apparently involves Tristan and Summer, so I look around and spot the only person I can rely on having all the facts and go to her and strike up a conversation.
“Hi Paris”, I say overly cheery
“Gilmore, what can I help you with?”
“For starters you can tell me what all the commotion is about?” I asked waving a hand at our blabbermouth friends.
“Oh that, Don Juan just got dissed.”
“Mmm, care to translate that so all us commoners can understand?”
“Tristan just got dumped by Summer”, Paris simply answers
“Oh, that got to be a first”
“Well I can’t stand around here anymore got people to see and places to go. Bye”, Paris walks away before I have a chance to ask her anything more.

Left feeling out of place I try to find a quiet room where I can read my book in peace, yeah I know dork warning when you bring a book to a party but, anyway I stumble across the piano room and think I hit the jackpot, but it soon becomes clear that I’m not the only one looking for some peace and quiet. There is already someone else in there sitting on the piano bench and a closer look reveals it’s none other than Tristan.
“Sorry, I didn’t know anyone was in here. I’ll get out of your hair”, I say before turning around to leave but Tristan’s voice stops me.
“I don’t mind the company.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah”, he scoots over to give me some room to sit down next to him.
There is something different in his voice in fact his whole demeanour that makes me sit down next to him.
“So you got yourself dumped.”
“Ah the direct approach I like that”, he chuckles
“I can’t be expected to be understanding without coffee. A caffeine deprived Gilmore isn’t pretty”.
“Well in that case I have something for you, now it isn’t coffee but I’ve heard it contains caffeine”, Tristan says and hands me a coke.
“It just have to do for now”
We sit quietly next to each other while I gulp down the coke and being who I’m , blame on the genes, I can’t be quiet any longer amount of time so I speak up pretty fast.
“So are you heartbroken?”
“Define heartbroken.”
“As in lock- yourself- in- for- a –month- crying-wallowing in self-pity-eating nothing but junk food-heartbroken.”
“Nah, but enough not to do the relationship thing again for a while.”
“I hear you”.
“I’m a sensing some bitterness there Mare?”
“O yeah”.
“Personally I should have known better and steered cleared of relationships. I mean living in the same house as my parents should have been deterrent enough because let’s face it they aren’t exactly the poster couple for happily ever after if you know what I mean”.
“No I don’t actually, mine never got together.”
“Well once they did.”
“Oh Shut up.”
I try to slap him but he’s too fast and takes hold of my hands before I can do anything. My attempts to get free just lead to us wrestling and before I know what’s happening I’m kissing him. The kiss depends as Tristan’s tongue finds its way into my mouth about the same time as his hands somehow have gotten to my breast and I’m finding myself in uncharted territory but I’m still getting aroused and quickly start to unbutton his pants. When all our clothes are discharged I, Rory Gilmore the goody-two-shoes, have sex right there on the piano bench with Tristan Dugrey.

Sometime afterwards we must have fallen asleep because the next thing I remember is waking up in the early hours of the morning, by my ringing cell phone. Hurriedly I answer it before it wakes Tristan up.
“Hello”
“Howdy my favourite offspring.”
“Mom.”
“The one and only. I was just wondering where you’re this beautiful morning?”
I survey my surroundings from where I lay on the floor naked, next to an equally naked guy and decide to stretch the truth a bit.
“Actually I’m still at Summer’s. The party was so boring that I fell asleep.”
“Sounds like a hit.”
“O yeah it was. I’ll be home soon.”
“Take your time, I’m going to the inn anyways. See ya when I get home.”
“Ok. Bye”
“Bye”
After I hung up with mom I curse my own stupidity while collecting my clothes from across the room and get dressed before sneaking out without waking Tristan up.

“Coffee, I need coffee.”
“Hi to you too Rory”, Luke greets as he stands with a pot of coffee in his hand.
“Give, give, give.”
“Hold your horses. I swear you’re getting worse than your mother by the minute”, Luke complains as he pours the coffee.
“Not possible”, I get out between gulps.
“I see your point. Man that guy looks a little out of place”. Luke says nodding towards someone standing outside on the square.
I turn around to have a look and see the last person I want to see.
“Shit, Tristan.”
“Friend of yours?”
“Sort of. How much do I owe?”
“It’s on the house.”
“Thanks”

By the time I reach Tristan Dean has made his way to him and by the looks of it he’s trying to pick a fight, but so far Tristan is staying calm.
“Double shit”, I mutter under my breath.
“Dean what are you doing?”
“Trying to get this jerk to leave you alone.”
“Ever thought of that maybe she wants me right here, right now, she certainly did last night.”
“What happened last night?”
“Nothing”, I quickly say while glaring at Tristan.
“Punk!” Dean precedes pushing Tristan and I can see how it’s working on his last nerve. Hoping to avoid a fight I step in between them.
“Look Dean, I appreciate what you’re trying to do here but I can handle it.”
“But…”
“Just leave, will you?”
“If that’s what you want.”
“That’s what I want.”
“Fine”, Dean stumps off presumably back to work.

“Finally alone.”
“Don't smirk at me, Tristan what the hell are you doing here? Other than causing trouble that is.”
“Well when I woke up you were gone so I figured…”
“O Yeah sorry about that. I needed to clear my head and I still do by the way.”
“I know a perfect way to do that”, he says holding up his car keys in front of me.
“I don’t think that will help. Look last night was huge for me, not that I expect you to understand that. Basically what I’m saying is that I need some distance to sort things out. To think and come to a decision why I did what I did when I did.”
“Gilmore you have a knack in overanalyzing things you know that? Last night was wonderful and fun. Some fun that I by the way wouldn’t mind repeating. Can’t we just leave it at that? Look Rory, I don’t want to hurt you but I’m not looking for a relationship right now and if you can’t handle being around me then, just say so.”
“I’ll and just for the record I’m not looking for a relationship either.”
“Fine then, what’s the harm with a little drive?”
I can feel myself budge and by the looks of it so does he.
“Satisfaction guaranteed”, he smirks.
Against my will a smile creeps over my face, after all he wasn’t the only one having fun last night.
“You’re having a bad influence on me Dugrey.”
“You’ve seen nothing yet.”
“I’m sure”.
As we make our way to his car he puts one arm around me and I can see how Miss Patty’s brain is working overtime when she spots us.

The wind blowing in my face as we speed away on the interstate has a calming effect on me, just as Tristan promised. While sitting there in his blue BMW all my troubles seems to go away, so when Tristan pulls over and gives me a kiss I gladly respond. However, when the kiss has faded out he does something unexpected.
“Your turn.”
“My turn to do what?” I ask confused.
“To drive”, he says as it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
“Are you nuts I can’t…”
Tristan silences me with another kiss.
“Remember no thinking, just go with it.”
“Fine.”
I grab his keys and slide in behind the steering wheel.
“Ready?”
“As ready as I’m ever going to be.”
“Then what are we waiting for. Let’s go.”

An hour later I park outside my house in Stars Hollow still high from the drive.
“That was amazing, so great!!! I owned that road! I should go into racing ya know”.
“Rory, you drove slow as a snail and jumped every time some signalled you.”
“Be nice, or I won’t invite you in”
“In that case you drove like a Goddess.”
“That’s more like it.” I say laughing and hug him before leading him inside.

“Sorry about the mess.”
“Don’t be its cosy.”
“Is cosy another word for small? I realize it’s not as good as you’re used to, but its home to me and if you don’t like it you might as well…”
“Rory”
“What?”
“You’re babbling.”
“Sorry”
“And for the record just because it’s all fancy doesn’t mean it’s a good place to live. I hated growing up there, it was hell to me and I’m willing to bet this place isn’t hell to you.”
“Got you.”
“So your room are where?”
“Follow me.”
“Tada”, I say as I open the door to my room.
The first thing Tristan does after we enter is to try out the bed.
“Comfy, but not well used judging by the lack of squeaking.”
“Hey, it’s very well used; I sleep in it every night.”
“Not what I meant.”
“Oh”, I blush when I get his meaning but quickly recover; after all I’m not THAT innocent anymore.
“Have you ever had a guy in here Mary dearest?”
“What’s up with the Mary still? I thought one of the perks in sleeping with you was that all that would end.”
“So I take that as a no. How about a premiere?”
“How about protection?”
“Oh you mean this.”
Tristan fishes up a condom from his pocket.
“Mr Fix-it is in the house!!”
“So how about it?”
“You’re impossible”
“Irresistible.”
Tristan smiles the a crooked smile of his, which makes me and every other female on this planet melt and I forget all about being the sensible one and throw myself at him.

The same way our arrangement works for the next couple of years, despite my relationships with Dean and Jess and Tristan’s numerous flavour of the week, we continue on the same road, meeting in secret, and always having a blast with each other both in and out of bed. Mom didn’t suspect a thing since I on the outside was the same old Rory, keeping her grades up and having the perfect relationship all the while I was changing on the inside. The illusion lasted until the day I graduated high school.