I've done things I never thought I'd do,

Sure it helps to lose myself in you.

I tried hard to mend my wicked ways,
The damage's done, there's nothing left to save.

Garbage, Wicked Ways

xxx

"Okay, we need a break." Louise announced as she threw her pencil down and laid her hands flat on the desk in front of her.

Paris rolled her eyes and glared at her from where she was seated across from her in the circle of desks they had all pushed together in the center of the classroom. "We'll take a break when we accomplish something."

Rory sighed and dropped her own pencil, feeling a headache coming already from the work they'd been discussing for the last hour and knew that if Paris and Louise started going at it again, her minor headache would turn into a full blown migraine.

"Maybe we haven't accomplished anything because we're discussing it way too much. Maybe we should take a break just for a while and clear our heads." She offered, looking at everyone in the circle and when Paris opened her mouth to protest, quickly cut her off. "You need to call Jamie anyways, remember?"

Paris glared once more before slamming down the book she held in her hand and stood up. "Fine, we'll take a small break." she said, emphasizing the word small before taking her cell phone out of her pocket and walking out of the classroom.

"She has to call Jamie?" Madeline smirked, shifting till her feet were resting on an empty desk next to her.

Louise grinned too, pulling her purse out from under her desk. "I wonder what kind of call she's going to make."

Rory shook her head in amusement and sat back, rolling her shoulders and thankful for the short break. They'd been sitting in the stuffy classroom for over two hours already, trying to get some work done on their history project. Not to mention it was a Saturday and her and Lane had had a whole day of resting and relaxing planned but Paris just had to call a group meeting at Chilton so those plans were gone and here she was.

"I bet it's a dirty call." Madeline wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and the result had Brads ears turn a bright shade of red, who had been completely quiet all morning.

Louise smirked. "Yeah, since he lives so far away, I bet they make up for it with phone chats."

Rory let out a small laugh followed by a yawn. "Actually, I think she needed to call him about him coming this weekend."

"Coming." Louise and Madeline laughing in sync and Brad got up and mumbled something quickly before walking out of the room, making the girls laugh even harder.

"Come on guys, he's coming up to visit." Rory corrected. It was way too early in the morning to think of anything remotely dirty. Especially when it involved Paris, she thought with a shudder.

Louise sat back and rolled her eyes. "Rory, can't you ever just come out of your shell and have a dirty mind for just a little while?"

A snort came from the seat beside Louise and everyone's eyes turned the boy sitting there. "Oh sorry," He apologized, sitting up, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement as Rory glared at him.

"Wow. He's alive. We thought you were dead over there." Madeline smiled over at Tristan, who had been for the entire morning, even more quiet then Brad.

Tristan smirked, still watching Rory with humor filled eyes. "Well thinking of Paris having phone sex would drag anyone from their grave." He said, letting out an exaggerated shiver.

"Aww, not the phone sex type, Tristan? I find that so hard to believe." Louise grinned at him, resting her chin her hands.

Tristan grinned, shrugging his shoulders that were covered in plain blue t-shirt that he'd worn with a pair of baggy jeans, something completely different than his usual Chilton uniform. That was one thing Rory could be grateful for, the fact that she didn’t have to wear her uniform to the meeting and instead had opted for a jean skirt and tank top. Or at least that's what she was wearing when Paris had called her that morning and she hadn’t bothered to change.

"No actually. I'm all for phone sex." Tristan smirked, winking at Louise and Madeline who smirked back at him in return. "It's the thought of phone sex with Paris that is disturbing."

Rory rolled her eyes. "Somehow I doubt that you would turn anything down, no matter who the other person involved was."

Tristan's eyes flashed to hers as he grinned. She hated his grin. She would take his smirk any day compared to his grin. Because in those moments he used it he just looked plain devious and sent chills racing up her spine.

"It might be a bit surprising but I am actually very choosy." Tristan corrected, sitting back and stretching his legs out under his desk. As he stretched, his arms raising in the air and making his shirt rise up his stomach, flashing the tanned skin there and the small dark line of hairs that led below the waist of his jeans.

Rory rolled her eyes at him and sent him a fake, sarcastic smile. "I'm sure you are."

Louise quirked an eyebrow at her and then turned to Tristan. "You two have more tension than anyone I know. I can actually feel it. It's a shame you two don't act on it." She sighed and Rory didn't say a word but out of the corner of her eye could see Tristan's eyes glitter and his grin stretch wider across his face. His eyes were burning holes into her but refused to acknowledge him as she turned to Madeline.

"So, how did your date with Tim go last night?" she asked, wanting desperately to change the subject.

Madeline smiled at the sudden attention and shifted in her seat till she was facing Rory.

"It was actually really great. He took me out to this really nice restaurant in New Haven and we had a great time." Madeline grinned. "He's already asked me out again next week."

"Sounds nice. Now let's hear the other details." Louise urged her, leaning close.

"Come on." Tristan groaned, leaning back in his chair and covering his head in his hands but the girls just ignored him.

"Nothing happened. He kissed me goodnight, really gentlemanly, and then left." Madeline shrugged.

"Oh," Louise cringed and say back with a pout. "Just when I thought something juicy, you let me down."

Madeline rolled her eyes and smiled "Not everyone's you Miss. ‘Do it on the first date‘."

"Why wait?"

"Cause it's moral?" Rory suggested.

"And of course you would be all knowing in that area." Tristan's voice was dripping with sarcasm and Rory instantly stiffened her shoulders in defense but before she could say anything else, Louise cut her off.

"There's nothing wrong with wanting to live. To have options. Taste different flavors."

Even Madeline cringed at the comment.

"Nice way to put it." Tristan quirked an eyebrow.

"Well it's the right way to put it. I mean, why would anyone want to be tied down? I'm a total friends with benefits. No hassle. It's satisfying without the drama of having to put up with a clingy partner. I get it done and over with, seeing as though it‘s the only thing that counts. Why date someone for a period of time only to find out you just aren‘t compatible sexually. It‘s good to just find out and deal with right off." Louise say back smirking.

"Well I don’t think there really is anything wrong with that, i guess." Madeline shrugged. "But some people do want to have only one person. The friends with benefits thing doesn't work for everyone."

"Friends with benefits is pointless." Rory shook her head.

"You think so?" Tristan asked but only Rory seemed to hear him, and only she seemed to feel the heat of his eyes burning into her.

"Actually, it's not pointless." Louise replied, obviously not offended at all. "No strings is the easiest form of a relationship."

"True." Madeline agreed. "But sometimes don't you think having a relationship that isn't so easy is kinda fun?"

Louise shrugged, tossing her hair behind her shoulder. "Sure. if your into that. But I’m not."

Rory crossed her arms and then almost instantly unfolded them and laid them on her desk, completely restless. She could still feel Tristan’s eyes on her but refused to acknowledge him.

"But, I agree, it's not for everyone. Not everyone can handle it. And not everyone supports it."

"It'll only lead to complications. Friends with benefits is bound to cause more drama than a real relationship." Rory told her, raising an eyebrow. "It gets messed up."

"Well it's obvious your against it." Louise sighed, narrowing her eyes at Rory as if she was lower than her. "But not everyone’s Miss. Perfect."

Madeline opened her mouth, obviously to stop an upcoming argument, knowing it was rather common lately that Rory and Louise clashed on a number of things, but Rory just rolled her eyes and stood up. "No, not everyone can be." She smiled and shrugged as she walked from the class, hearing a sarcastic sound from behind her, most likely Louise and a chuckle, who she already knew was from.

She hated that she let Louise's comments get her. The girl could be sweet sometimes but was headstrong in her way of thinking and didn’t seem to realize that her comments had a bite to them. Especially her ones towards Rory.

Jeeze, if Louise only knew some things, she'd never make a remark about her being Miss Perfect ever again.

She walked towards the drinking fountain, located at the far end of the hallway but on second thought, noticing the gum stuck to it, reached in her pocket for a few quarters and started the hike to the cafeteria vending machines.

After a quick debate on what she wanted to get, she moved forward to the machines, savoring the peace and quiet of the huge room. No sign of Paris’s complaining or Louise’s annoying voice.

“Why don’t you ever carry a dollar bill around? You always have quarters.” Someone from behind her breathed out the words as a body moved till it was just barely pressed against hers and two hands came around her, resting on the front of the vending machine and trapping her between.

“Move.” She gritted out, already knowing who it was as she formed a fist around her money till her knuckles turned white.

“You see,” Tristan continued, his voice low. Husky. Sending chills racing through her body from her toes to the tips of her fingers as his hot breath teased the back of her neck. She hated that he was able to do that so simply. Send feelings through her body just from talking. Make her shiver just by the simplest of touches. “You’re supposed to carry a dollar so when it’s all bent up and you can’t get it to go into the machine… I’m supposed to come along with the quarters and rescue you.”

Rory rolled her eyes and stuck her money back in her pocket. “Rescue me from what? Dehydration?” She retorted sarcastically and before he could say anything else, spun around till she was face to face with him. And his annoying smirk, she thought, with another roll of her eyes.

“Well it’s something.” Tristan chuckled, moving in as if to kiss her but Rory quickly put a hand to his chest to stop him and smirked herself.

“Dream on, Tristan.” She said, moving until she was just a breath away from him and then ducked beneath one of his arms and started towards the cafeteria doors.

So much for her break. She should have known he would come after her just to annoy her.

“What? Not in the mood?” Tristan’s sarcastic voice floated from behind her and she heard his footsteps as he started walking towards her.

She stopped and turned to glare. “I’m never in the mood for you.” she told him before turning back towards the exit doors.

His laugh sent a chill up her spine, half annoyance and half something she didn’t want to think about.

“I would beg to differ, baby.” His voice was low and sent a rush of feelings through her. He was still about 4 feet away from her but it felt like he was right there. “Especially last night at your grandparents house… if I recall…”

She was broke from her quick remincence to snap her glare at him. “Shut up Tristan. We’re in school.” she said, her voice, a voice she wouldn’t have recognized just a few months before, snapped the warning out.

But he only smirked more.

“Which reminds me of what you were talking about the other day when we were hiding out in that dressing room, waiting for the clerk to leave so we could come out without being caught.” He said as he closed the distance between them, standing so close you couldn’t even pass a hand between them.

Rory’s glare only intensified but he didn’t stop talking.

“About how that all excited you…” he continued, taking one of his hands and running it over her shirt covered stomach, lifting it until some skin was exposed but she didn’t move to stop him. Instead focused on his eyes, glaring as he smirked. “And how you always had a fantasy about fucking in school.”

Rory’s hand moved to stop him, placing her hand on his wrist as he moved to lift her shirt more.

“Well we’re here Mar. What do you say?” Tristan asked, an emotionless glare filling his eyes till they were dark blue on hers.

“I say…” Rory said, pushing his hand away from her. She hated that he could do that. How he could make every part of her hurt with wanting him just with the most simple touches. “…You should go ask Louise.”

Tristan’s smirk faded as she turned to walk away and she pushed open the cafeteria doors and make it about ten feet down the hall before she was swung around and pinned against the wall in the middle of the hallway.

His mouth was hot and hard on hers. A kiss she had grown used to. It was more often then not that they were pissed at each other and it brought on these angry kisses. She had even had bruised lips after one round between them but she always wanted more. Without thought her mouth opened and her tongue met his. It was never one dominate and one submissive with them. No, it was never like that. It was always a fight for power. And even after dozens of times, neither had ever given in.

Footsteps seemed to break her from her daze and she tried to pull back as Tristan sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and ran his tongue along it.

“Someone is coming.” she breathed out, pushing on his chest.

“So?” he asked, only suckling harder and tightening his grip on her hips, pushing her harder against the wall and covering her body with his. “Tell me you don’t want me now.” He said, his voice an order, making her hands ball into fists as they pushed harder into his chest.

“Stop.” was her half hearted plea. She hated that her voice came out shaky. But he didn’t stop. He broke from her mouth only to move across her cheek, placing small kisses before taking the bottom of her ear in his mouth and turning her knees to jello.

“Say it.” He said again, lightly biting the bottom of her ear before softly blowing on it and running his tongue across the place he had bitten as if easing the pain he just caused.

“I’m not…” she started but it was no use. If she didn’t do something now she knew it would be torture for the rest of day. “Find someplace…”

She was barely able to get the words out before she felt him smirk against her neck where his mouth had now traveled and he was pushing himself off her and grabbing her hand, pulling her across the hall and through a small door and shutting it behind them.

It was dark, and she could tell the room was small and realized it must have been a closet of some sorts but the thought was only a distant one in her head as she grabbed ahold of the guy in front of hers shirt and pulled him back down till his lips were on hers again.

She hated that he made her like this. Wild. Crazy. Not herself. But he was wrong if he thought she was going to be the only one helpless and needing.

“Mmhmm,” Tristan groaned as he broke apart from her mouth once more and his lips found her collarbone and his hands moved to the bottom of her T-shirt. “Nice skirt.” He said, fingering the bottom of her jean miniskirt and then running along her thighs where the skirt ended, his hands quickly moving over the fronts of her thighs and to the center of her legs but Rory’s hand stopped his wandering ones.

“In a hurry?” She asked, her voice only a whisper as she broke her lips from his and smirked, bringing one of his hands to her mouth and letting her tongue run along one of his fingers. Having the pleasure of seeing his bright blue eyes turn black.

“In the mood for playing?” Tristan asked, his voice dropping yet another octave as he stared her straight in the eye. She loved that. How he never broke eye contact with her. Something about him always looking straight at her always kicked the intimacy level up a notch.

She leaned forward, loving that she was now just as in control as he was, and reached up onto her tip toes until her eyes were level with his and then grabbed the bottom of his shirt, lifting it up over his head. “Who’s playing?” she asked when his eyes met hers again. She could feel the smirk on her lips.

Her hands made a quick detour to his jeans and she watched his eyes as she trailed a finger down the front of them slowly, feeling the hardness through the material. Tristan clenched his jaw as his hand came out to shackle her wrist, stopping her from what she was doing as he looked her dead in the eyes.

“What’s the matter?” Rory asked innocently, her eyes staying on his as she moved her hand from his grip and let it slide underneath his jeans to cup him. Tristan groaned as he buried his face into her neck, biting down on her shoulder as she moved her hand over him, trying to get a better grip and then unbuttoned his jeans with her other hand, his jaens dropping to his ankles, his erection freed and Rory grinned up at him.

“Rory.” The sound seemed to come from deep within him as his hips involuntarily bucked into her hand as she ran her thumb from the base to the head, knowing she was slowly driving him crazy.

She didn’t think it would be like this. Ever. She never knew just how things would really feel. How just holding him, hard in her hands, his hot breathing on her neck, the way his hands were pressing painfully into her sides. She never thought how exhilarating it would feel.

“What’s the matter, can’t handle it Tristan?” she asked, having the perverse excitement of knowing she had him helpless.

He seemed to return to normal at her words, his head coming up to rest on her forehead as his eyes glared into hers and in a second he had both of her hands off of him and in his grip and he spun her around until her chest was pressed against the wall and his body was covering her from behind.

“Tristan.” She was surprised that the warning came out shaky. She tried to press back, to make him move and let her go but it was no use.

His body was solid, which was a wonder since he never worked out for one minute of his life. But she figured Tristan had his own way of staying in shape.

“What’s the matter? Can’t handle it?” He echoed her words as his hands came to her sides, sliding across her stomach and up her shirt until he pulled it straight up and over her head.

Rory said his name again, but he was already busy, unsnapping her bra and in a second it was floating to the floor by her feet and he was pulling her back against him and his hands were moving up her stomach to cup her breasts. His thumbs moving over her nipples, the contact making her body turn to fire and her hips involuntarily bucked back to his.

“You can’t can you?” Tristan asked, his mouth by her ear, the hot air teasing her neck as he moved his thumbs in slow circles over her, his hands moving a slow rythym, squeezing and massaging her.

Rory just made a whimpering noise, ignoring the satisfaction in his voice, too lost in feeling as she laid her head back onto his shoulder and closed her eyes.

She knew it was like that with Tristan. He loved having people want him so much it hurt. Need him. He loved being in control and while she usually hated that, she didn’t care at the moment. All she could think about was how hot his skin was against her and how his hands were slowly driving her insane.

She heard herself moan as he caught a nipple and rolled it slowly between his fingers and another hand started to make it’s way down her stomach, traveling so slowly she thought she would die.

Without thinking, she put her hand on his, moving it until it was between her legs and had her own satisfaction of hearing Tristan groan as he moved his hips against the back of hers. Apparently surprised by her action.

“You like that don’t you?” he asked as he slid his hand up under her skirt, running it along the damp cloth underneath before sliding a finger underneath it and into her.

Rory bucked against his hand as her hands dug into his hips, needing something to hold onto while her body went crazy. How could she hate this and love it at the same time. She always told herself she hated the things he did to her, how he made her so needy, but at times like this she loved it. Loved the way he could make her feel. Only he could.

She heard her own throaty plea to him and felt him kiss her neck, a gentle kiss that had her confused for a moment but was quickly forgotten as he removed his hand and was spinning her around, pressing her back against the wall and moving his body to cover hers.

His mouth was on hers again and she kissed him back as greedy as he was kissing her, running her hand through his hair as he moved his hands to the belt hooked into her skirt.

“Fuck.” he cursed, yanking on it but before she could move her hands to undo it herself, he had his hands on her hips, pushing her skirt up to her waist and in an instant, ripped the other material right from her body, discarding it on the floor and grabbing his jeans.

Rory couldn’t stop kissing him and he didn’t pull away, even when she felt him reach for his jeans and rip open a condom. Their lips didn’t part. She was standing in the middle of Chilton, in some dark random closet when he should have been in a classroom somewhere studying. Her skirt bunched up at her waist and her shoes still on, moving against a guy she didn’t even like half the time. It was wrong. It was crude. And she loved it.

Tristan cursed again as he slid his hand behind her knee and lifted it up to his side and then slid into her without hesitation.

She didn’t know whose moan filled the room . Whether it was him or her. And she didn’t care. Every nerve ending was awake and pulsing as Tristan started moving. He didn’t bother to go slow, instead he was gripping her hips and thrusting into her with long hard stokes that had her entire body shaking.

“Look at me.” she heard him whisper, not even realizing her eyes were closed, and quickly opened them to find him looking at her, his face barely an inch from hers. She felt him move again, moving out of her and grabbing her other leg, lifting her up from the ground so quick she had to grip his shoulders for support, and then he was entering her again.

The change had her letting out a long slow moan that Tristan covered with his mouth on hers again.

She closed her eyes, losing herself in the kiss, the only other sound in the room besides their heavy breathing was her back making a dull rocking noise against the wall behind her.

“Come on, baby.” she thought she heard him whisper before he moved his head down, latching his mouth over her breast and that was all it took. Her whole body exploded, a whirlwind of feeling and she felt him pick up his pace, only adding to the feelings washing through her until he stopped, pressing even harder against her, his hands tightening on her hips and then loosening slowly.

-

Rory felt around for her shirt, finding it hanging on what looked to be a mop and quickly pulled it over her head.

Suddenly a light filled the room and her head swung around to see Tristan standing by the door, his hand moving away from the light switch.

“Hmm. Janitors closet.” Tristan smirked, picking up his own shirt and pulling it over his head. “How’d you like it Mary?” he asked and Rory felt him come up behind her, could hear the way his voice said it in a slight condescending way. “Wanna go again?”

“We’re already late.” Rory said, pushing away from him and pulling her skirt down, trying to fix it as he moved his mouth over the back of her neck.

“You loved it.” he whispered. “You know it.”

Rory snorted, hating the cockiness in his voice. Knowing the sad thing was that he probably didn’t even realize how much of an asshole he sounded like. But that was Tristan, she thought.

“Well, I wasn’t the only one.” she glared at him sarcastically as she walked towards the door.

She heard him laugh and then felt him grab her hand, spinning her around and his mouth was on hers again. “You know I loved it.” his said, biting at her bottom lip. “And by the way, that was quite an elaborate speech back in class, about friends with benefits. Especially coming from a girl who’s experiencing it first hand.”

Rory smirked against his mouth and pulled back. ”Not really.”

Tristan stared at her, quirking an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?” He asked, smirking. “Then what the hell is this?” his eyes glittered at her.

“Well, definitely not ‘friends with benefits.’” She said, and Tristan sent her a confused look, his smirk still in place. “Seeing as though we’re not friends.”

The smirk dropped, and somewhere she had the perverse pleasure of seeing that as she moved for the door, opening it up and walking out into the hall, thankful it was empty.

She made it only a small ways down the hall before his voice stopped her.

“Mary.” she stopped, turning around to look over her shoulder at him, leaning on the door frame of the janitors closet, the icy cold smirk back on his face.

“What?”

Tristan chuckled, his cold smirk still in place as he pushed himself off the door jam and walked towards her until he was right next to her, his mouth next to her ear. “Say hi to your boyfriend for me.” he said, and then winked at her before walking down the hall and away from her, her glare burning into his back.

Yeah right, Rory thought with a bitter roll of her eyes, remembering Louise’s ’good girl’ comment earlier.

If she only knew.