AN: Woo new story :P. This is the one I've been blocked on. But don't worry, I've got 5 chapters to unblock myself. You can't really get a gist of what's happening yet, but here we go. As always, reviews are so appreciated


A Perfect Start To The Evening: Introducing Tristan's Public Humiliation


I have (I have) you breathing down my neck (breathing down my neck)
I don't (don't know) what you could possibly expect under this condition

I'll wait (I'll wait) for the ambulance to come (ambulance to come)
Pick us up off the floor

This flood (this flood) is slowly rising up swallowing the ground
Beneath my feet,
Tell me how anybody thinks under this condition so
I'll swim (I'll swim) as the water rises up, the sun is sinking down
And now all I can see are the planets in a row
Suggesting
it's best that I slow down

This night's a perfect shade of
Dark blue (dark blue)

-Jack's Mannequin

xXx

This was officially the worst party I had been to. Oh, the alcohol was free running, the food was fine, and hell this was Madeline's house so it's not like the sound system was lacking. But I was just about ready to rip out my hair thanks to goddamn Summer. She can be such a difficult bitch.

"Tristan, stop it." She told me, her voice thick with irritation after I finally managed to track her down. She had been brushing me off all night.

"You're making me chase you around the whole party!" I snapped back.

"Just trying to have fun."

"Okay, you won't talk to me; you won't dance with me, why the hell did you even come with me?"

"Stop yelling." Goddamn it I wasn't fucking yelling. But if I was yelling I would have every right to do so. She was acting like a precocious four year old.

"Summer, please. Can we just go?"

"No."

"Please." I stared at her imploringly, waiting for her to relent. She would relent.

"No. I'm sick of fighting with you. I'm sick of hearing 20 times a day 'You're my girlfriend'."

Maybe I wouldn't have to remind her of that 20 times a day if she could maybe not run around slutting it up with half the school. God, I couldn't believe she was doing this. I thought she'd have slightly more character than to bitch out in front of pretty much everyone we knew.

"Okay could we possibly do this somewhere where a roomful of people aren't staring at us?"

"I think we should break up."

I think I swallowed my tongue.

Tell me I'm hearing things.

I blinked at her. I can honestly say I have never been so taken aback at hearing those six words.

I've been broken up with before, but that's usually after I'm more than ready to move on and had just been holding out on dumping the chick myself- maximizing the time I'd have to fool around with them. It's usually rather amazing how long a girl will hold on to you even when she knows you're not in it any more, just hoping that their suspicions were wrong. I can get at least two weeks of screwing around squeezed in before she finally gives up.

But I hadn't thought Summer would do this. I hadn't… she changed the way things were done.

"Okay, I really want to go outside and talk about this."

"Then go. Bye." With an indifferent air that stabbed into me, she walked away from me.

"Summer come on!"

I should have seen this coming.

I should have seen this coming.

Did I see this coming?

As I clenched my jaw and made my way out of the room, the corner of my eye noticed a familiar brunette watching me.

Thank you, divine entity. Rory Gilmore had seen the whole thing.