Title: You were meant for me. Disclaimer: Yeah, I really own Gilmore girls, moving on! Author: Ali Rating: Pg-13 Paring: Trory summary: When Rory and Tristian work on a progect feelings for eachother come to light, a passion they can't deny Chapter One: Rory Gilmore could not believe her luck. Why? Why couldn't she have any other partner in her class? Anyone would be better than working with Tristian. He hated her. He loved making her miserable in a flirtatious way. It seemed to be his one goal in life. She was the first one out of the classroom when the bell rang signaling her last class was over for the day. It was just her luck that Tristian was the second one out of the class and right behind her. "Mary, it seems as if our paths cross once again. You know some people would call it a coincidence, but when it's assigned, that would be called fait." "Oh my God! Well, meet me in the library after school so we can work on this project. I want to get it out of the way as soon as possible." "The Library? Why would I meet you there?" "I don't know Tristian, maybe it's the fact that we have to do a project together!" "But the library is so dreary, you can't get anything done, that you want to," said Tristian with his trademark smirk. "Oh- you are impossible! Get your books out- now!" "Why Mary? Why would I do that when we could go to my house?" "I am not going to your house." "Yes, you are. You're the one who chose me as a partner!" "Tristian! You were the only one left!" "Admit it Mary. You want me. You want to be my partner- for more than just one thing." One hour later: "Do not!" "Yes you do!" "Excuse me, but the library is closing. You need to go home now," said the Librarian. ******* Rory was anything but happy. She wanted anything else than to go home with Tristian. He was annoying, conceited, elf centered, intrusive, cocky. There was so much that described him. Tristian smirked at himself. He wondered if they could spend one evening together without getting into one fight. Oh, well. Only time could possibly tell. ****** After, what seemed like forever Tristian pulled up into a large driveway. Rory had never seen such a large house. It had to be twice the size as her Grandparents' house. She was still engrossed in the looks of the house that she barely heard Tristian open the passenger side of the car. She finally saw him. "Come on Mary." Rory followed him inside. His house was beautiful. Everything about it seemed to mesmerize her. The house was very well kept. You would think that people didn't even live there. "Do you want something to eat?" Rory was surprised by his tone. It was soft almost hoping. She looked at his face. She had barely ever seen this side of him. His face looked inviting and hopeful, like he wanted to please her. "Um, sure. What do you have," asked Rory trying to avoid his gaze. "We have a lot. And if we don't have what you want we can always order in," said Tristian. "I don't really care. What do you like to eat?" "How does Spaghetti sound? It's one of my favorite foods around," said Tristian. "Really? I love it too." Suddenly Rory's cell phone went off, and ofcourse she answered it. She couldn't believe it was Dean, of all people. He was too possessive. "Where are you?" "Dean, I am working on a school project." "With who, Paris, right?" "No. I am Tristian's partner. I had no other choice. He came into the classroom late after everyone had picked their partners," explained Rory as she tried to keep the frusteration out of her voice. "Oh my God! You picked him!" "No I did not! He was the last one left and I had to work with him since I had to have a partner! What? Would you rather see me fail?" "It's better than working with him. You never know with him. With him-" "What? So now you don't trust me? You don't trust me to be around Tristian! Oh my God," said Rory. "I do trust you. Let me explain. It's him I don't trust." "You're going to have to trust me." Rory hung up. She looked up at Tristian who had an amused look on his face. She scowled at him. "I bet you found that funny." "I mean you really lost your temper, all that for me." "Dream on. I was arguing with him, not for you. I was explaining myself. That's all." "You were explaining yourself to him? What the hell is that? You shouldn't have to. How the hell can you stay with him? You two are so different!" "We're really not that different," said Rory. "Whoa, who are we talking about now, me and you, or dean and you?" "Dean and I ofcourse! There is no you and I. I'm not even interested in you like that." "Really. Because we're not that different." Rory was getting very uncomfortable with the way he was looking down at her. Then when his warm hand touched her cheek she was forced to look up at him. "I have a boyfriend," she whispered softly. It was almost inaudible. "I never would have known. Whenever you look at me you never look at me as if you have one. You look at me as if he's let you wanting, thirsty. Let me quench your thirst." Before Rory could stop him he had leaned over and was kissing her. Her lips betrayed her because she kissed him back. She kissed him back like he kissed her. Rory realized something that afternoon. Things would never ever be about Dean again. Dean could never be good enough for her anymore. She pulled away and stepped back. Chapter Two: Rory was seriously going to kill her grandmother. What the hell was she thinking? How could she just invite Tristian for dinner? She wanted to stay as far from him as possible. "I am so glad you could come to dinner Tristian," said Emily. "Oh, please, Mrs. Gilmore the pleasure is all mine. My Mother told me you had invited me and since Rory and I are such good friends I couldn't refuse." When he put an arm around Rory's shoulder Rory groaned. "You have such good taste in friends. I insist you come to dinner another time. You are welcomed here anytime, isn't that right, Rory," asked Emily. "Rory, wasn't he at your party? Emily, this man was looking after her at her party just to make sure she was going to have a good time," put in Richard. 'Or to make sure I was miserable.' "Right Grandpa." Out of the blue Rory felt a foot on top of hers. She looked toward Tristian with a disbelieving look on her pretty face. Tristian only shrugged and continued to go up her leg and down. He let his shoe slip off so his foot could cause friction with her leg. All Rory could do was glare up at him. He had her right where he wanted her. She couldn't do anything because her whole family was around. She glared up at him but all he did was lick his lips. Rory may have made it obvious that they were nothing more than just friends, if even that, but Tristian was not about to let her forget the kiss. Tristian wanted her to remember how it had sent shivers down her back. He wanted her to remember how his lips had felt, how insistent and demanding they were. What was more, was he wanted to make sure that she never ever forgot that she had kissed him back. Rory looked up at him and then excused herself. "Mrs. Gilmore I should go check up on her." Tristian followed her. Lorelei frowned deeply at her mother's too happy _expression. She knew exactly what Emily was up to. It didn't surprise her in the least bit. "What," demanded Emily. "Don't you think it's a bit too early for my daughter to be getting married?" "Lorelei, I don't know what you are talking about!" "Oh, please Mom. You are trying to push Tristian with Rory!" ********* "Oh my God Tristian! You- you- are- Oh my- you are so annoying!" "Well, well, well, Mary. I am beside myself. I am madly in love with you and all you do is try to resist me," said Tristian. "Oh yes, I'm sure. You are madly in love with me. You can't live without me, must be horrible." "That's the idea." "Tristian, seriously stop this little game. It is driving me crazy. Go find a new conquest, someone who'll fall completely over you and wants you," said Rory. "But I want you." "No, you really don't. It's all part of a stupid game we always play, and for what? What's the point of it? You argue in a flirtatious way, and I nurture it by participating." "It's not a game. I really do care about you. I do have feeling for you." "No, you don't. You are heartless, and if you aren't you're made of stone," said Rory. "No, I am not. I do care deeply for you!" "No, you want to posses me. You want to be able to say you've taken me to bed. You want me because you can't have me!" "That is not true," said Tristian in her face angrily. ********* Tristian and Rory thought they had enough problems already but when they went back in they got a whole new set of them. They saw Lorelei arguing with Emily that she was indeed trying to get Tristian to purpose. Then Emily was asking what was so wrong with security. "Aha! I knew it! You invited him to dinner. You are going to start having him come around more often-" "I like that idea," said Emily pleased. "You are impossible. You will not be setting Rory up. She can choose on her own." It went from there to accusing Emily of secretly planning things with his parents. "Do they always carry on like this, or is it just for my benefit," smirked Tristian. "Yes, they do always argue like this, sadly to say." "Do you think they could manage to shut up if I did ask you to marry me?" "No! Jesus, where do you come up with this stuff. Tristian you are so annoying." "Really? You didn't think that when we kissed." He pulled her into a room. "Tristian stop this! Stop this all! Stop taunting me! Just stop. This is becoming too much. Everytime you so much as look at me you have to make sure I think about that kiss. It's making me nervous," said Rory. "I am making you nervous? You say that as if it is really a bad thing. When you kissed me you enjoyed it!" "You kissed me!" "And you kissed me back! Rory look at you. Stop fighting me. Just let yourself go. Let yourself need and want me. Let yourself be mine." "But I am not yours. I don't feel these things for you. I don't. I can't and I never will. I love Dean. I love him more than you could ever know." "You say that as if you are trying to convince yourself. Is that what you are doing, because I think it is. And, Rory, if you love Dean so much, tell me what are you doing here, looking at me?" Rory looked at the floor and then back again into his face. "I have to go." tbc
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