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Authors Note: Alright guys, I know some of you are thinking, what the hell is going on? Well, about a month or so ago someone hacked into all my online stuff and decided to delete it all, my fanfiction and fictionpress stories also being the brunt of the joke as well. It was shocking and to make it even worse, I hadn't even been on the internet for a month before that due to computer issues and my comp was currently being worked on. Therefor, all my fics, were on my comp which had an extrememly nasty virus in it which resulted in me needing a whole new harddrive. I tried getting ahold of FF but that was about 3 weeks ago and I still haven't heard anything back. Lucky for me, an amazing person who I owe a huge thanks to, sent me an email with a bunch of my stories in it, one of them being CSA. I know this is my most popular fic by far, so i've decided to repost it for you all. Cause i'm not about to let this whole hacking thing bring me down. Of course, the fact that all my little author notes at the end of chaps are gone with my original thoughts about the chap as soon as i had finished writing it, and all my wonderful feedback for over the past 3 years is gone, hurts. But this story is far from over, and like I said many times before, none of my fics are going to be left unfinished. Especially this one. Ya all deserve an ending. You've been the best readers. So here it is. I'll be posting all the chapters and then getting to work on a new one. I'm going to hope this doesn't even happen again, but if it does... i'll just repost it again. Cause that's how much it means to me. Thanks for everyone who has helped me with getting my stories back and a special thanks to Patricia. Thanks so much :)

About the story: Tristan doesn’t go to Chilton. He is 21, and he is in a gang in Hartford. A very dangerous and well known gang. Rory is turning 18 and is starting her senior year. My fic starts in October. Everything I think is pretty self explanatory throughout the whole thing. But yeah, Anyways, there is an age difference of three years and I have changed Tristan’s character a bit to fit into my profile of him. But he’s still the same old Tristan. Cocky, arrogant and very condescending with an overly large ego and as you read you will find that I haven’t changed him much at all except for the background of his life.

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She was going to kill Paris. That was it. It was going to be long and painful.

Very painful.

Rory glared at nothing in particular while she sat alone on the bus-stop bench, waiting for the next bus to arrive and take her home.

She glanced down at her watch and cringed.

And that wouldn’t be for another 45 minutes.

Turning her anger onto something and glaring at the sign across the street, she crossed her arms angrily and sat there, hoping the time would fly by. Though she doubted it would.

Paris just had to hold the meeting a little longer just to repeat what she had said a million times already. And it just had to be the day when Lorelai was out of town till late and couldn’t pick her up.

So now, here she sat. Waiting for the next bus since she missed the first one due to the meeting.

And she wasn’t in a very happy mood.

Realizing how she must have looked sitting there alone, glaring at inanimate objects, she pulled a book out of her bag and focused her attention on reading.

Fifteen minutes later she was broken from her concentration as her stomach growled and feeling even more self pity, she glanced down the road in the direction of the nearest café.

Checking her watch to see that she still had a good half an hour till the bus came, she threw her book in her bag, flung it over her shoulder and started down the street to head into the city.

Luckily, Chilton only sat about a mile from the main city of Hartford so her walk wasn’t a long one and she knew she would still be back in plenty of time.

She walked a few blocks into the city until she found a little café and walked in, a small smile of relief on her face as she walked to the counter and smiled at a little old lady who stood behind it decked in a little cap and apron.

“Hey Hun, what can I get ya?”

“Just a large coffee. Two sugars, one cream, please.” Rory answered her, sliding her arms out of her blazer and taking off her tie, shoving them into her backpack. It was only October and not really all that cold yet but the café had the heat turned all the way up and it was unbearably hot.

“2.50.” the little old woman said smiling still, as she handed Rory her coffee.

Rory returned the smile, handed her the money quickly before saying thank you and walking out of the café, taking a relieving drink of the hot liquid in her hand.

Hartford wasn’t really that big but it still had some huge buildings and was highly populated, she knew.

She glanced at her watch to see that she had plenty of time to make it back and since she had never actually walked through the city, she decided to take in her surroundings on her way back to the bus-stop.

It was basically what she had pictured in her mind that any big city would look like. In between the buildings were alleys that were either filled with dumpsters or kids skateboarding and hanging out. She had no idea what was so appealing about hanging out in a dark alleyway but figured that she didn’t want to know. Shops everywhere, apartments upstairs, taxis zooming by, garbage bins everywhere and she found her mind wandering and picturing herself in the settings of the books she read, letting her mind go away with it as she continued walking.

Suddenly broken from her thoughts, she heard someone yell from across the street and curiosity had her spinning to see what they were yelling at and a second later she abruptly stopped her backwards walking as her back collided with something hard.

“Woah, what the fuck?” She heard a voice say from right behind her as two hands clasped onto her upper arms tightly.

Slightly out of breath, she balanced herself out and held her coffee tight before moving out of their hold and turning around.

“I’m sorry I didn’t watch where I was… going.” She started as she looked up to be met with two crystal blue eyes staring intensely down at her.

A smirk covered the man in front of hers face and she involuntarily took another step back at the expression.

She quickly ran her eyes over him once before her eyes met his again. He towered over her so he was at least six foot, if not a little taller, and from the look of him maybe a few years older than she was. His blonde hair was spiked casually all over his head lacking any kind of product from the looks of it as if he had just hand combed it. A white shirt covered his upper torso snuggly, close to his body so you could see the outline of his flat stomach. Baggy pants hung low on his hips revealing a bit of the boxers he wore underneath and a worn leather jacket hung off his shoulders.

“Maybe you should watch where you’re going then.” He commented, making her look back up at him, his voice taking on a patronizing tone as he continued to smirk down at her.

Rory's eyes narrowed then in irritation and disbelief. She had just apologized to him and he was actually talking to her as if she were a child. What was up with this guy?

“I already said I was sorry. But apparently you’re too stupid to understand the meaning of an apology.” She retorted, slightly angry.

She glared at him as he suddenly started to laugh, his eyes widening as if shocked bywhat

she said and she figured he obviously didn’t get talked to like that a lot. Well, she thought, about time then.

“Yes Dugrey, you must be very stupid.” Another man with an Australian accent added, smirking also, as he emerged from the alley closest them. “Hello, Kitten.” He greeted, looking Rory over while licking his lips, a seductive grin on his face that made her more than a little uncomfortable.

“You know, I don’t take to kindly to insults.” The blonde interrupted again, his eyes focusing on her, and she realized he wasn’t just joking but was dead serious.

Rory rolled her eyes at his response. “Sorry to bruise your obviously over sized ego but… deal with it.” she said before walking around them and heading back towards the bus stop, shaking her head in disbelief that some people in the world really completely full of themselves.

She heard more chuckles behind her and then footsteps. Turning her head slightly, an uneasy feeling went through her when she realized they were walking behind her.

Following her, she corrected, and the uneasy feeling went straight to the pit of her stomach.

She looked ahead and saw the bus bench come into view and a bit of relief filtered through her. Although the footsteps didn’t stop, she quickened her pace and sat down on the bench, setting her bag beside her and glanced at her watch.

10 minutes.

A second later, she felt someone slide onto the bench next to her a little too closely and she clutched her bag, happy she had set it there.

Looking up she saw the slightly darker skinned Australian smirking at her with his eyes flashing and suddenly felt nervous and glanced down at her watch again.

“Oh, you aren’t scared, are you?” an amused voice floated from in front of her and she looked up to see the blonde standing a few feet away. He was leaning his back against a street light as he brought a lighter to his lips and lit a cigarette. He pulled it from his mouth after sticking the lighter back in his pocket and smirked at her, blowing the smoke from his lips with his eyes locked on hers.

“What do you want?” Rory asked through gritted teeth, trying to mask the slight fear she had of two grown men she didn’t know, who had followed her.

A light chuckle came from his mouth before he set his eyes on her, almost as if he was looking right through her. He tipped his head to the side as he glared at her with a seriousness in his eyes that made her shrink into the bench.

Dangerous.

“I believe you owe me an apology.” He stated matter-of-factly, a smirk coming into shape on his lips as he took another drag of his cigarette.

“I don’t owe you anything.” Rory remarked defiantly with a trace of disbelief at his very serious statement.

“She’s a feisty one, isn’t she?” The Australian commented from beside her.

The blonde chuckled again, only making her more angry as he took a step towards her and she gripped the strap of her bag and pulled it closer.

“No, I think you do.” He repeated, throwing is cigarette onto the sidewalk and not bothering to step on it.

“Really? And why is that?” Rory asked through gritted teeth, glaring at his annoyingly amused face.

“Because,” he drawled, “I believe you called me stupid.” He said, shoving his hands into his pockets, his eyes not leaving hers.

“Well why should I apologize for a statement that was obviously true?” she asked seriously, imitating him and tipping her head to the side.

His eyes narrowed at her and she saw them drift from her face and then scan her body, making her shift uncomfortably. He smirked and licked his lips as he trailed his eyes along her exposed legs slowly and then met them with hers again.

“You have no fucking idea who I am, do you?” he asked, the amusement evident in his voice.

“Should I?” Rory asked angrily, praying that the bus would come soon.

She heard the Australian burst out laughing from beside her and turned her head to look fully at him. He was dressed in a pair of baggy camouflage pants and a black shirt similar to the blondes white one but instead of a leather jacket he had on a long black trench coat with the sleeves rolled up and she noticed the tattoos decorating his arms. One specifically of a large cross with a weird design under it and the initials F.T.M below it.

“You're not from around here I suppose, kitten?” he asked, his teeth flashing, looking more amused than dangerous.

Rory didn’t answer but just gripped her bag tighter, getting more uncomfortable by the second.

“Well she has to live somewhat close seeing as though she’s dressed up like the cute little private school girl she apparently is.” The blonde answered his friend with a smirk and Rory refocused on him and gave him a deadly glare.

“Oh, a little rich one. No wonder she’s so brave.” The Australian laughed.

“Don’t assume you know anything about me.” Rory said angrily as she glanced down at her watch again and started tapping her foot from both impatience and nerves.

“But aren’t you though? I mean… the suit kinda does give it away.” The Australian commented smirking. “A school like that takes money.” He added knowingly.

“Or just brains, but you wouldn’t think that seeing as though you obviously lack of a certain level of intelligence.” She stated but when the Australians face turned into a dangerous scowl, she regretted saying anything and glanced at her watch again.

She heard a laugh from in front of her and turned her gaze onto the blonde again.

“It’s funny that you have called both of us stupid but you are the only one here who seems to be.” He said condescendingly, his words lethal.

“Because I supposedly don’t know who you are?” Rory asked sarcastically, rolling her eyes irritably.

“Exactly.” He answered seriously, his arms crossed in front of him as he watched her with narrowed eyes and an amused smirk that looked fake since she could actually sense the underlying threat of it.

“Okay then, let me guess… you’re a bunch of feared, drug dealing, law breaking, gang members and everyone knows who you are.” She said sarcastically but when she saw the amusement dancing in his eyes she knew she had guessed right and swallowed nervously.

The Australian beside her stated laughing hysterically again but the blonde still watched her closely.

“I guess you did know.” He commented, his smirk still in place.

Rory heard the bus coming down the road and stopping at a stop a little ways away, close to coming to her stop and a feeling of relief washed through her as she grabbed her bag and flung it over her shoulder, standing up quickly.

“I still didn’t get that apology, Mary.” the blonde said.

“My name’s not Mary.” Rory corrected, wondering why he would have even thought that.

He chucked softly. “Isn’t it though?” he asked, even more amusement dancing though his eyes.

“No, it's not.” She said again as the bus roared towards her and stopped before them.

“Bye, kitten.” the Australian called, smiling at her, still from his seated spot on the bench.

The blonde chuckled softly as she passed him. “I will get that apology, Mary.” He said, smirking at her as she climbed into the bus but she just ignored the feeling of his eyes burning into her back.

“You okay, sweetie?” the driver asked as soon as she stepped onto the top step.

“Yeah.” Rory answered, putting a few quarters in the change box by the door.

The driver made a quiet disbelieving noise. “You shouldn’t hang with those boys, they’re all bad news.” The driver continued seriously, glancing at the men outside with something in his eyes.

Rory nodded and walked to the back of the bus. She looked out the window and saw the blonde still standing there, following her with his eyes as she walked to the back of the bus. When she saw that the only seat open was on that side of the bus she sat in it and then held her bag fearfully close to her when she watched him turn and walk toward the bus doors.

He climbed on the bus, ignored the driver who looked startled and started towards her and she felt a rush of panic flow though her when she looked to see the driver eyeing him cautiously with his hand gripping the door handle tightly.

Stopping in the aisle beside her seat he looked down at her, leaning down slightly, bracing himself with one hand on the seat in front of her and the other on the back of her seat.

“By the way, the name’s Tristan.” Was all he said, smirking, before walking back towards the doors. Before he stepped completely down the steps he turned and winked at her and then jumped off.

The driver shut the doors a minute later after waiting the required amount of minutes that he had to at every stop and eyed her warily in his mirror before driving off.

She looked out her window and saw the two men watching the bus leave and then walk across the street and get on two motorcycles that were parked in a small parking space there and speed off quickly, leaving a trail of dark gray exhaust down the road as they disappeared.

She let out a sigh of relief as she pulled out her book, needing something to do.

Of course I had to run into a bunch of ego maniac criminals, she thought angrily.

Feeling eyes on her, she looked up to see the bus driver glance at her again and then shake his head disapprovingly and she narrowed her eyes at him curiously before looking back down to her book.

She sighed, not being able to concentrate on the words at all.

That was one of the most fearful and craziest encounters of her life.

And now she couldn’t get the pair of dangerous, crystal blue eyes, out of her head.

She was really going to kill Paris.

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You think that you’re the sun.

The whole world revolves around you.

The center of attention.

And everything is drawn to you.

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