BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
"Did you just say OMG Paris?" The giggling continued, as did Paris' glaring. "I think you're starting to hang around Maddie too much, now you're talking like her too." The girls continued to giggle at the absurdity of the situation. "Shut up! All of you shut up!" The carfateria quitened considerably as Paris bellowed. The sudden quite did not deter her, however. She just kept on going, like the Energizer bunny thought Rory, which only made Rory laugh harder. Seriously, the image of Paris in a pink bunny suit, or something pink at all, walking around beating on a drum- that's funny.
"Now, there's no need to get worked up. I'm here ladies, no need to keep fighting over me. There's enough to go around." Rory's petite body vsibly tensed at his voice. Great, this is all I need right now. She sighed as he sat next to her. But then confusion clouded her eyes when he wouldn't look at her. "Paris. Madeline. Louise." He tipped his head as he greeted each one, leaving her out. She suddenly felt uncomfortable, like the outside at her own table. And to add to her discomfort, she was pretty sure the whole cafateria noticed, with the exception of Madeline. She stood quickly and grabbed her bookbag, almost making her chair topple behind her. When she slid it out, it made a terribly loud noise, increasing her discomfort with added attention. "What's gotten into you Gilmore?" Paris was the last person she wanted to talk to right now. She shook her head. "Nothing. Just some homework I need to finish." Paris looked at her skeptically, but nodded anyway, allowing her to escape.
She finally made it into the library and sat down. She leaned her head back against the wall of the window seat and pulled the curtain shut around her so that no one would find her until she was good and ready for them to. She let out a sigh of relief when she was finally alone. She pulled out her book and flipped it open to the chapter she had left off at this morning. She was starting to get into the story again when the curtain was jerked open and a body invaded her personal space. Suddenly, there were lips fused to hers and hands were all over her body. She started to push away when she recognized those lips, and those strong muscular hands. And when she did, she pushed away twice as hard. He pulled back, out of breath. He looked at her like he didn't know why she had stopped him. "What is your problem?" Her chest was heaving and her heart was beating at an alarming rate.
"What? Rory..." She shook her head. "We're at school Tristan. And you're doing it again..." She trailed off and turned her head to look out the window. His cologne was intoxicating as close as he was and she couldn't think about anything but him. "Rory..." His voice was so soft and gentle, so unlike his school voice. This was her Tristan sitting before her. Becuase behind closed doors, he was so much different, so much better than school Tristan. She sighed and he moved to kiss her again but she turned her head, not meeting his eyes. Because there in the court yard was none other than her used-to-be-Dean.