The Plan: Heartache and Avoidance (Part 7)
Author: snoflaik
snoflaik16@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: once again, own nothing and have no money anyway. .
Author’s Note: I can’t believe that I’m already done this chapter apparently
that mountain named writer’s block was just dynamited and a new tunnel has
been built through. Enjoy!!
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And so the weekend was over and back to school did the two go. Rory and
Tristan started eating lunch together and opened up to each other more about
their lives. The better he got to know her the deeper his attraction and
feelings became. There was a point however where he could not listen to her
talk any longer. And that point was when the conversation turned to
boyfriends and crushes. Rory as naïve as she was still didn’t know who the
girl was which Tristan was crushing so hard on. When the conversation
turned to weekend plans or past occurrences the subject was always changed
before it could be divulged any longer. When she was around he found it
easy to become lost in her eyes or watch her motions not hearing a thing she
said as she talked animatedly about her family or her friends. He felt his
pulse begin to race and sometimes felt queasy just being around her. By the
time he recognized these warning signs the damage had already been done. He
was hopelessly and desperately in love with Lorelei Leigh Gilmore III.
He knew it was pointless but it just wouldn’t go away. Dean. He was always
and would always be there between them keeping him from being with her. He
watched her at all times of the day as she talked with friends about her
weekend. He saw the way her face lit up and how her eyes became brighter
and hazy like she was remembering and reliving the night as she told it. It
all came to a head once as he could hear her in class talking with Sharon
and Jackie [A.N. I know she doesn’t really have any friends at Chilton since
Paris is mad at her but once again I’m taking my privileges as an author and
inventing friends. It’s for the good of the story trust me.] about her date
that weekend with Dean. He could not bear to hear it anymore. With every
word she said his face got more solemn and he felt even worse. Thankfully
the bell rang and he practically ran out of the classroom so that he could
get to his locker and the next class without Rory trying to talk to him.
But alas he was not quick enough.
“Hey Tristan,” exclaimed Rory coming up behind him.
He took in a deep breath and blew it out. “Hey,” he replied lifelessly not
turning around.
Rory was so wound up after talking about her amazing weekend that she
continued talking to him.
“So how was your weekend?” asked Rory brightly.
“Fine,” was only response she received.
This Tristan was totally different from the one she was used to
encountering.
“Are you alright?”
“Peachy.”
“Ok can I get a response beyond a monosyllable here.” She asked slightly
annoyed.
He finally couldn’t take it anymore. If he didn’t leave he was going to say
something he was going to regret.
“Look Rory,” he replied turning around,” I’m sorry but I’ve gotta go.”
And with that he began to walk down the hallway. She just stood there
looking after him with a hurt look on her face.
“Alright, Ill talk to you later then.” whispered Rory.
* I wonder what’s wrong with him. *
Tristan walked outside ignoring the pouring rain, straight to his car. When
he got in he leaned back in the seat and sighed deeply.
* God Dugrey What the hell is wrong with you? Just walk away when she’s
trying to be nice to you. Why can’t I get her out of my head. Because you’ve
fallen hard and there’s no getting up from this one. *
He sat there for a few minutes, started the car and drove the long way home.
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Soon the time came for the annual end of year dance at Chilton known as the
Farewell Formal. When he was at his locker between periods, a student was
handing out flyers about ticket sales. He was handed one and stopped to
lean against a locker to read it.
*I know Rory’s going to this thing with Dean. Judging what happened at the
last dance, I’m definitely not going to this one. *
He felt someone’s eyes on him and looked up. He met the gaze of two deep
blue eyes looking at him from across the hallway. He felt his heart beat
faster and his palms sweat at just seeing her again and looking into her
eyes.
*You’ve got it bad DuGrey. Better not do anything that would make things
worse. *
Their gazes still locked, he crumpled the paper up in his hand. He then
looked away and started walking down the hall to the next class throwing the
paper out on the way. Rory just watched him the whole time and sighed at
his retreating back before walking to her own class.
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Over the next few days, Tristan tried to avoid Rory as much as possible. It
just hurt him so much to be around her. He came into class just as the bell
rang and sprint out of class when it was over. He didn’t even bother going
to his locker after 8th period. He just brought the necessary books to his
class. This behavior, of course didn’t go unnoticed by Rory. He had felt
her eyes on him many times during each day but forced himself to keep his
head down at his notebook.
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“Hey Tristan.”
He looked up from the book he was reading to see who had called his name.
“Do you have a date to the dance yet?”
It was Jackie. Who was sitting next to Sharon. Who was talking to Rory, who
at the moment was not two feet in front of him.
Sharon and Rory stopped their conversation when Jackie had asked the
question. All three were waiting for his response.
He smiled slightly and forced himself not to meet Rory’s eyes.
“I don’t think that I’m going to go.”
Jackie and Sharon looked shocked, not only did the most eligible and hottest
bachelor in school not have a date, he wasn’t even planning on going.
“But why not?” They asked simultaneously.
He looked up again form his book and straight into Rory’s eyes.
“I’ve been feeling a little under the weather lately. You know queasiness,
dizziness, fever, and my pulse has been racing. There’s also someone I’m not
to keen on seeing there. Maybe if I feel better by then I’ll be there.”
He broke his gaze just as the bell rang. He stood up in a languid motion and
walked out the door leaving the girls to sit there and stare. Everyone
pretty much knew what had happened between Rory, Tristan and Paris but Rory
somehow knew that his response was especially directed towards her. And
what was with that whole illness crap. Lord, he could be so infuriating.
Rory was fed up.
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She held her temper that whole day, his interactions or lack there of making
her anger burn even higher. Finally the bell ending the day rang, Tristan
realized that he would have to go to his locker before he left since he had
forgotten a book he needed. He tried to do so as quickly as possible. He
stopped short when he saw Rory leaning up against the locker next to his,
waiting for him.
“What the hell is your problem?” yelled Rory.
“What are you talking about?” asked Tristan, obviously trying to avoid the
subject, as he searched his locker for the book he needed. His pulse was
already racing from being so near her. He refused to meet her eyes.
* Damn her! Why does she have this affect on me*
“Why have you been avoiding me?” she asked more quietly. “I thought we were
friends,” she added sadly.
He didn’t reply and she watched as he searched desperately for his book,
which had somehow mysteriously disappeared from his locker.
“Looking for this.” He slammed the door to his locker shut so that he could
now see Rory holding up his copy of Macbeth.
“You get it back when you tell me what’s going on.”
“Fine then.”
With that he turned around and started to walk down the hallway and out the
door.
Rory stood there for about half a second and then ran down and out the door
finally catching up to Tristan in the middle of the courtyard. She ran in
front of him forcing him to stop.
“You’re not getting away that easily. Now tell me what is wrong.”
She stubbornly stood there with her arms crossed. He tried many times to
just walk around her but she always moved into his path. Tristan finally
reached his breaking point and his anger rivaled hers.
“I don’t have to explain anything to you. And I don’t want to be having this
conversation. Now get out of my way.” He said coldly.
“I won’t move until you explain yourself.” She replied icily
“You are the most pig-headed exasperating girl that I have ever met.”
He was so angry and so emotionally drained that he said the first thing that
came to his mind
“Fine, since you are so gung-ho about knowing. Ill tell you why. It’s
because I’m in love with you. It hurts me too much to be around you while
your talking about you precious Prince Charming because I hear you talk
about him in that way and the only thing I can think about is how I wish you
would talk and feel the same way about me. I can never have you and that is
tearing me up inside. So I backed off because I am tried of being hurt. I
avoided you because every time I’m around you the only thing that I can
think about is pulling you close to me and kissing you. So I’m sorry but I
can’t be around you anymore not when I love you but your in love with
someone else.”
After this outburst Tristan maneuvered around her and walked down the steps
through the parking lot to his car. The crowd of spectators just stood there
before quietly walking away shaking their heads and talking amongst
themselves. They couldn’t believe that DuGrey had actually fallen for
someone and apparently had fallen hard. And as for Rory, she just stood
there in there standing in the middle of the courtyard with eyes wide and
mouth agape while she tried to make sense of all that he had told her.
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End of Part 7
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Wow! Did a lot just happen then or is it just me? Yes I’m going to be mean
and end it there.
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